Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica) (7 page)

She felt now
more confident and self-assured both normally and sexually. Her
body was desirable; she was desirable to men, more so than she had
herself believed in the past. It was like being a younger woman
again, a teenager out to set the world alight but with one big
difference, she now had experience.

She stood in
the kitchen waiting, with just a red silk robe, short and thin to
cover her nakedness. It was open at the front to expose her breasts
almost to the nipples, the full swell of her breasts and cleavage
otherwise fully on show. Her slender thighs looked honed and
appealing, slightly tanned even beneath the hem of the short robe
and when she moved, the robe parted to expose her thigh almost up
to the crotch.

The pounding
excitement rushed through her, those wonderful spears of tingling
sensation in her vulva and the bubbling thrill of high sexual
arousal. She needed it again; it was like a drug now. Her pussy
moistened at the thought and her clitoris jolted in involuntary
reaction. Anna checked her hair and makeup in the small mirror
hanging above the kitchen sink. The full red lips pouted back at
her from the reflection, blood-red lips of such sexual alluring
that she gave an involuntary shiver at the thought of a thick, warm
cock sliding in between them. Her eyes, made up and simmering held
a sexual beckoning all of their own. It pleased her, to be and to
feel so attractive; it also heightened the sexual thrill pulsing
through her entire body.

Anna
straightened and turned, making her way to the back door to await
the delivery of her milk.

***

She was bound,
her wrists tied to the head of the bed on which she knelt.
Marinella was totally naked and trembling slightly as she awaited
the lash of the crop on her backside.

"You were a
teasing bitch the other night in the barn," Pauline said in an
excited tone and raised the crop. "Offering your pussy to me like
that, you dirty little slut."

Marinella
yelped as the crop cut down to land with sickening thwack on her
soft buttocks.

"You enjoyed it
when I rubbed the crop along your slit didn't you?"

She swung down
again, laying the second stroke of the crop parallel to the
previous one.

"Yes,"
Marinella panted yes, it was so.....Aaarrgh," Her body bucked again
the third lash stung at her tender backside.

Three more
lashes were laid on her and then the tip of the crop slid down to
rub at her wet pussy, the tip pressed in just as it had in the barn
and Marinella responded in the same way. Wriggling her backside
back against it and moaning her appreciation of the touch.

Rapidly the
crop was withdrawn and pulled back, another stinging swipe cut in
the jar her whole body.

"Oh God," she
muttered, "I think I'm coming."

Her body tensed
as two more lashes were laid on her. She shuddered as the ripples
of orgasm began to tug at her insides. The girl then screamed out
loudly as she felt Pauline's fingers touch at her inflamed pussy
lips and push up inside.

"Bitch, you
dirty little bitch," Pauline panted excited and forced her fingers
fully up into her friend's pussy.

"God Yes,"
Marinella urged excitedly, "Harder and faster."

Pauline pumped
her finger in an out furiously as Marinella experienced an
obviously intense and satisfying orgasm that seemed to last for an
amazing long period of time. Finally she slumped against her body
breathing hard and sucking in air.

"That was
fantastic; "simply fantastic."

Pauline pressed
her mons against Marinella's naked hip as she leant over to undo
the ropes holding her friend's wrists.

"Now you do me,
bitch. Finger me, Marinella - and hurry."

***

Anna's heart
missed a beat as she opened the door. The milkman almost dropped
his hand crate of bottles as his eyes took in the exposed cleavage
being offered. His gaze then flicked up to the red sensual lips
that had devoured the banana so greedily a few days before.

"Well come in
then," Anna said in irritation at his hesitancy.

The man put
down his crate and stepped in, dreamlike and totally absorbed by
the flagrant offering of the woman's near naked body. He was guided
to the table, his back to it and then pushed gently back by a hand
on his chest to lie back on the small pine table.

Anna fumbled
urgently at his zip, pulling and almost tearing at the material of
his trousers to free his cock. She gave a low moan as it sprung
free of his pants to stand upright in hard erection. Her hand
gripped it immediately, her fingers closing around the warm shaft
and her mouth descending to take the head of it into her mouth.

"Unnnh!" the
man gasped as she began sucking and wanking him in a heated urgency
of deep sexual need. For two minutes only she sucked and licked him
before breaking off to release the belt of her robe. Her face was
flushed and her hands trembling she pulled the thin robe open and
mounted the table. Straddling his body, Anna hovered over him only
long enough to locate the head of his cock into the entrance of her
pussy. She paused then only momentarily before plunging her body
down to take him fully up inside her.

The woman rode
him on top of the table, her body pounding up and down with a need
so great and a power so forceful that it surprised even herself.
Her hips jerked and bucked, her hands covered her breasts and
squeezed at the soft orbs as she rode toward her climax. The
expression on the man's face was one of shock, pleasure and fear
mixed together.

The hunger that
this woman had, the power her body possessed and the way she was
sating herself without the slightest thought for him was awe
inspiring. He tensed and came, her warm, wet pussy virtually
sucking the sperm from him as her internal muscles gripped and
clamped around his cock.

Anna moaned
loudly, her chin hung down on her chest as the pre-waves tugged at
her insides. Her head threw back and her chest pushed out and she
screamed as the orgasm tore through her.

***

Three men were
bound hand and foot, blindfolded and gagged as the van bumped and
rolled over the track leading to the barn. The four women in the
back with them had taken every opportunity to grope the cocks of
the men, through their trousers and by slipping their hands down
inside. It served to prepare the men, sate some of their high need
and to make the journey a far more enjoyable one.

Once in the
barn the back doors of the van opened and the men were dragged out.
One by one they were untied, stripped and retied, each in a
separate stall. Each of the stiff cocks being fondles and groped
much as they were suspended helplessly from ropes slung over the
thick beams above. The gags and blindfolds were removed from their
victims and the five leather-clad ladies of the Clan stood masked
and ready with their crops in their hands, one naked man for each
female member of the Clan five in all now in the pool and many more
to come in the future.

"You know,
"Kate said almost absently, "I might one day write a book about us.
A series of adventures that details all of what we have and will
do."

"Sod reading
about it," Pauline quipped in response, "Give me the real thing any
day."

The remark
raised a chuckle and then the expressions became set. Each woman
stepped forward into a separate stall, raised their riding crops
and then the screaming began.

The End

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