Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica) (6 page)

"Did you like
that?" she asked her voice thick and low, portraying her high level
of excitement.

"That part yes
but..."

Marinella
lashed hard at his buttocks with her crop to bring a startled yelp
of pain from the man.

"Just answer
yes or no?" Anna repeated with a hint of irritation sounding in her
tone.

"Yes."

"And would you
like more?"

"I’d like more
of the touching yes."

He screamed as
the crop cut down again, this time on the soft, tender backs of his
thighs. The man went into a series of body jerking convulsions as
he coped with the searing pain and he screamed again as that pain
burned deeply down into his flesh.

"Dear me," Anna
scolded, "You don't seem to learn very quickly do you, Yes or
no?"

"Yes, yes!"

She paused and
then extended her hand, resting his pulsing erection in the palm of
her hand. She weighed it reverently, lovingly and then circled her
fingers around it and closed them.

He came
instantly, his cock jerking to pump his excited seed out over the
wrist and arm in forceful little spurts.

"Oh dear," Anna
said calmly and released her grip on him, "guess you will just have
to suffer now."

He screamed
again, a pained wailing of deep misery as all of the women laughed
aloud and then silence returned to the barn. A heavy silence,
filled with sexually charged lust of revenge and malice.

***

They had left
him bound in the stall but had added a thick woollen scarf around
his head to dull his hearing whilst they held a discussion. At the
far side of the barn Sheila kept her voice low as she addressed the
girls.

"We are
learning as we go along and tonight served to show that one man at
a time simply isn't enough."

"Hallelujah,"
Pauline quipped. "Been thinking that myself. One man at a time
means four whole meetings before we get a turn at....well, to get a
good fuck."

The others
nodded and muttered their agreement. Sheila was thoughtful for a
moment and then suggested.

"Okay. What we
can do then is this. The farm manager, despite the pain he
suffered, loved the session and would come back for more at a
simple phone call. I suggest we do that with all of them, offer
them a repeat visit, by invitation naturally. That way we can build
a pool to choose from, ready and willing cocks to use but still add
to that pool as we go along. Each night that the Clan meets then we
could have one each."

"Sounds
brilliant," Kate stated.

"Okay then, for
tonight we wait a while and then get this little shit hard again.
We might as well make use of him now that he is here. Then for the
next few times we add to the pool and keep adding until we feel
that we have enough. Agreed?"

"Can this one
be invited to join the pool?" Kate asked hopefully.

"Not invited,"
Sheila said, "more shall we say...Induced?"

Their spirits
had risen and hopefully the man's cock would have also.

"The farm
manager," Pauline asked as the group of women began to break up and
move back toward the man, "Got your mobile phone with you?"

***

There was one
man in each of the first two stalls. The farm manager was seated on
a bale of straw, his back against the wall of the stall and his
legs spread wide, pulled apart by the connecting ropes. His bound
wrists were pulled up above his head and his arms stretched
painfully to angle his body back slightly.

Marinella was
on her knees between his thighs sucking hungrily on his cock whilst
Kate and Sheila watched in silent awe and envy. Her head bobbed
urgently as her mouth plunged up and down on his stiff cock, she
was moaning and mewing between loud sucking noises as she took her
pleasure. Her growing arousal was obvious not only in the
enthusiasm with which she was sucking the man, but by the way her
hips were squirming to rub her tight suit against her pussy.

Pauline
recognised the fact, she knew her friend well and as any woman
knows, another woman approaching orgasm is an erotic sight indeed.
Her body pulsed with pounding sexual thrill and excitement. Her
pussy was wet and in need, the sight of her leather-clad friend's
kneeling body and the man's moaning of delight became too much for
her. She eased forward, slipping the tip of her riding crop between
the tops of Marinella's thighs to tease at her pussy lips through
the leather covering.

Marinella
responded by wriggling her backside and easing her knees farther
apart. The girl shifted her hips and moaned as the tip of the hard
crop rubbed back and forth along her and over her slit, her moans
becoming more urgent by the second. Her free hand slipped down
between her legs, pulled at the covering flap of the suit and
pulled away to bare her pussy.

Sheila and Kate
gasped as one as the tip of the crop resumed its teasing rubbing
over the puffy lips of Marinella's naked pussy. They gasped again
as the tip of the crop pushed inside to rest in the soft moist
inner lips, an erotic sight indeed, one leather-clad girl touching
another as she sucked a man's cock with a fervent and all consuming
hunger.

The crop pushed
a little further up inside and Marinella came at that moment. Her
back bowed and her buttocks pushed back. Her knees spread wide to
bring her groin and hips down lower in an animal-like pose of sheer
lewd sexual need. Her head lifted and then threw back, thick
globules of sperm spilling from her gaping mouth and trickling down
her chin. Her whole body locked rigid, shaking then in a series of
gripping convulsions and then she wailed her pleasure loudly to the
hayloft above.

In the first
stall Anna was on her hands and knees, her body shaken by the
rampant thrusting of the young man as he gripped her hips hard to
pull her back onto him.

"Yes!" she
hissed in deep need, "Yes, yes, yes!"

The others had
known, had recognised it in her. They hadn't said a word on the
subject but had left her alone with the man to take her first
pleasure in private.

She was panting
heavily, her expression set as her orgasm began to build. She
pushed back against him, greedily meeting each of his brutal inward
thrusts and urging him faster and harder into her. As though she
had been starved for years she thrust back hard, her mouth gaping
in a silent pleading for her climax to arrive.

He was
sweating, pounding his hips hard against her leather-clad buttocks
as his own climax built. His youthful body, muscular and so strong
smashed hard against her body in an urgent race toward his
peak.

Anna was lost
now in a heady and misty world of true sexual bliss. Her head
nodded acceptance of the pre-waves of near orgasm. So lost was she
that she didn't notice the other women filing silently into the
stall to stand watching her in the deepest of sexual pleasure.

"My Christ,"
Marinella whispered to Kate, "Thought I was greedy but her, she
rewrites the book on sexual famine."

The scream that
reverberated around the confines of the stall made the ears
crackle. A high-pitched wailing of deep animal lust and
satisfaction as her body went into spasm, jerking and shaking as
the orgasm tore through her. Her arms buckled and her face rested
on the floor now as the man continued to pound hard into her
trembling body. His head threw back and a gurgle escaped his open
mouth as she shot his load deep up inside her warm body. The man
gripped her hips hard as his strokes slowed, pumping in and out and
moaning in pleasure as he savoured his own orgasm.

The women were
silent; such was the power of the moment. They all felt it, that
wonderful electrically charged feeling of deep pleasure and awe
that comes from watching such a profoundly sexual scene. All wanted
sex, good hot and rough sex just as Anna had gained. It went unsaid
but the thoughts were the same - and they meant to get it.

***

Pauline's
husband was ill at ease, he had something on his mind, she could
tell. He sat in their lounge reading the newspaper and watching TV
at the same time, his attentions divided between the two. He was
waiting for her, to finish in the kitchen and then to join him, as
was the norm on their nights in together.

"How is the
squash going?" she asked with only mild interest and trying to draw
him on what was bothering him. She sat down in the big armchair to
the side of him. Squash was his great passion, more so than her it
seemed at times. Three nights a week and some weekends included,
but that suited her just fine nowadays. "The trophy match tomorrow
evening isn't it?"

"Yes, important
match," he responded dutifully and turned his attentions to the
world news programme on the television. Five full minutes of total
silence between them followed and then he asked in a suspicious
tone.

"What is the
Clan?"

Pauline was
gob-smacked. It hit her like a train, shocking her to the core.
Unexpected the question was and delivered with his usual perfect
timing to catch her off guard. She tried not to show her great
surprise, she shifted to the edge of her seat and leaned forward
playfully. Pauline tried to turn the tables, hoping to be honest
and straight with him yet making it sound so incredible as to be
unbelievable.

"Actually it's
a group of women that dress up in leather, kidnap men and sexually
abuse them."

He flicked the
channels on the television with the remote control, showing little
credence in her explanation. Her ploy had worked; he had lost
interest instantly.

"Where did you
here of this Clan?"

"Huh?" he said
distracted by a news item.

Pauline
repeated the question.

"Oh, some girl
phoned earlier. Marina.... Martina or some name..."

"Marinella?"

He was totally
absorbed now in the world news, answering but absently only.

"Mmmm, yes,
that. Drunk I think she was. Thought it was you when I answered.
She said that the Clan meets tomorrow night and then giggled like a
schoolgirl and hung up."

His full
attention now was on the American presidential election results, he
didn't see the blazing anger that was held in his wife's eyes.

***

Her head hung
down in shame and she was aware of her friend's deep anger.

"Sorry, too
much to drink," Marinella said in a soft little voice full of
remorse.

"Idiot!"
Pauline raved, "You stupid little idiot. You could have blown the
whole thing - and my marriage into the bargain."

Pauline's rage
had exploded the moment she had entered Marinella's kitchen. In a
continuous barrage of heated words an emotion pouring out. She
paced the small kitchen back and forth, her fists clenched tightly
by her side; her face set in a serious expression and flushed in
anger.

"What will the
others say eh? Do you think that will still want you in the Clan
after this?"

Marinella's
head snapped up, she looked at her friend with pleading eyes and
her bottom lip quivered.

"No please,
Pauline, no. I can't live without the Clan. Don't tell them
please."

The girl broke
down crying, her shoulders heaving and shaking as the deep sobs
racked her slim frame. She looked pitiful and pathetic, a little
girl deep in misery. Pauline halted in her tirade, her heart going
out to her distraught friend. She moved close and hugged her,
patting her back reassuringly.

"I should tell
them, you deserve it."

"I know,"
Marinella, sobbed, "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I
promise."

A short silence
followed as the two women hugged. Pauline holding her tightly as
her little body shook and then gradually the sobbing died down to
allow the girl to regain some of her composure.

"Okay," Pauline
said in a sympathetic tone, "Just our secret then."

"Thanks,"
Marinella said and sniffed heavily.

There was a
short pause as Pauline gripped the girl's shoulders and held her at
arm’s length; she smiled to further reassure Marinella.

"Like a
coffee?" Pauline asked brightly.

The girl nodded
and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.

"Then I can
punish you for your error."

"Uhh?"
Marinella looked up questioningly.

Pauline filled
the kettle with water, plugged it in and switched it on. She turned
to face Marinella, leaning back against the worktop and folding her
arms casually across her chest.

"Punishment,"
Pauline clarified, "For your error. As a good Clan member you know
that punishment follows failure."

Marinella sat
at the kitchen table, her expression one of uncertainty.

"You
mean....that you punish me?"

Pauline poured
the water into the mugs and stirred them noisily before carrying
them to the table and seating herself opposite her friend.

"I mean exactly
that."

"But....?"

Pauline grinned
sardonically.

"Accept it or I
tell."

"You fucking
bitch."

Pauline
laughed, "Aren't I just? Christ the way your pussy lips stuck out
of your suit the other night and what putting the tip of the crop
into your pussy produced...."

Marinella
nodded, "Have to agree that is was bloody horny. Thanks for
that."

"Thank me after
the coffees, when I punish you."

Marinella felt
a thunderous surge in her pussy at the very suggestion but she felt
her clitoris harden to a throbbing stiffness within its hooded
covering.

Chapter 6

Following her
session at the last meeting of the Clan, Anna had come out of her
shell. She felt a different woman, brighter, more full of life and
a sex hungry slut with a ravenous appetite. When the milkman had
seen her through the window that day, sucking the banana she had
felt that she could never face the man again. Since, however she
had taken that young man’s cock up her at the barn, a good stiff
cock, a different cock. Not that little cock of her husband's but a
firm excited and interested one, she had seen things differently.
It was as though all that she had ever hoped and dreamt of sexually
was now actually happening. Her fantasies of long ago were actually
now reality. She felt no guilt only that nagging ache in her pussy
and the electric charge that buzzed through her body
constantly.