Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica) by Jay Merson Page B

concerned tone.
    Sheila stood
and went over to the drinks cabinet, took three glasses and bottle
of martini and returned to her seat, "How many men, that have had
five good-looking women playing around sexually with them, fucking
them and generally bringing them off, do you think would complain
to the police?" Sheila poured the drinks and offered them, "Not one
of them I don't think and even if they did, it would be our five
statements against their one."
    "Certainly adds
a most exciting element," Kate offered.
    "Exactly, it
heightens the thrill if they aren't willing. Imagine grabbing them,
roping them, tearing their clothes from their bodies and...."
    "Oh God," Ana
muttered, I can feel myself getting all....all...."
    Sheila giggled
and proposed a toast, "To the Clan."
    "And men," Kate
added.
    They drank and
giggled; their thoughts however were on the sex to come. Focusing
on the various ways in which they could gain their orgasms at the
expense of their male subjects.
     
    ***
     
    Pauline hadn't
waited, she couldn't. The burning need in her pussy, fuelled by the
recent talk and planning of the Clan had made her need
unbearable.
    She was in an
alley, her back pressed against the wall and her skirt up around
her waist. She wore no panties and her legs were gripped tightly
around the man's waist, crossed at the ankles behind his back.
    His ebony black
face nuzzled at her breasts in the open front of her blouse and his
hips pounded urgently to drive his big cock up inside her
pussy.
    Her hands
gripped his shoulders to tug hard and to urge him to drive even
harder into her. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled in their
sockets as the thick rod of warm black flesh drove into her. His
big hands gripped her thighs to support her weight and to add
purchase to his frantic rutting. His pubic bone smashed hard
against her excited clitoris with powerful inward thrust to add
further wonderful sensations to those already rushing through her.
Pauline cried out and came; her body racked a series of wrenching
spasms that jerked her slim frame. She sighed loudly and relaxed
then came again as she felt spurts of his warm sperm jetting into
her moist, warm interior.
     
    ***
     
    Sheila posed
before the gathered Clan, the skin-tight leather suit hugging her
slim figure to show ever curve of her shapely body. The soft
leather pulled harshly over and under breasts to lift and to
separate her breasts in as two full peaks of desire. The black
material clung to her firm buttocks and moulded itself to the shape
of her mons and slender thighs; only her face and hands were
visible as bare flesh. With her long brown hair falling to her
shoulders, the glossy red lipstick and high neck of the suit her
face was framed as a sensual yet sinter mask of sheer sexual
alluring. The long black boots, high-heeled and polished added to
her height and her air of command.
    "Wow!" Kate
gasped to break the stunned silence that had existed in the room
since her entrance into the room.
    "My God,"
Marinella breathed in awe as she moved her gaze over the sleek and
menacing looking woman before them.
    "Is that really
you in there?" Anna quipped to ease the electrically charged
atmosphere.
    Sheila strutted
and posed; turning and parading like a catwalk model.
    "Great isn't
it?" she beamed her delight at the shocked reactions of her
friends, "what man wouldn't get hard seeing us dressed like this?
It even has a little removable flap to allow access to your pussy
for a cock."
    The other women
sat spellbound, watching her lithe body move and nodding absently
their agreement to her statement.
    "The new
uniform of the Clan," Sheila announced proudly, "each of us will
have one identical to this."
    The delight and
approval showed on the women's faces as they sat silently
visualising themselves in just such a suit and trying to imagine
the feel of it against their naked bodies beneath.
    "Yeah okay, but
at what price, they look prohibitively expensive," It was Marinella
that posed