Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica)

Leather-clad
Women

By

Jay Merson

© Copyright Jay
Merson 2000.

©Copyright. Jay
Merson 2000. The right of Jay Merson to be identified as the author
of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78
of the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Copying of this
manuscript, in whole or in part, without the written permission of
the author or his publisher is strictly prohibited and would
constitute a breach of copyright held. All characters in this story
are aged eighteen years and over.

Smashwords
Edition

This e-book is
licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be
re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share
this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy
for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase
it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return
to Smachwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for
respecting the hard work of this author.

Jay Merson has
written over 104 similar novels and short stories to view them
click http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Jay+Merson

Chapter 1

"Are you of
Scottish decent then?" Marinella asked naively.

Pauline sighed
heavily and sipped at her larger and lime. She swung her legs
around and over the bench seat to sit astride the wooden bench in
the pub garden.

"No you silly,
the 'Clan' hasn’t anything to do with Scotland."

Marinella
looked perplexed and lit a cigarette, throwing the empty packet
casually into the centre of the wide picnic-style table.

"So what is it
then? This 'Clan' of yours?" her tone was one of boredom and only
mild interest in the conversation.

Pauline
straightened her body, took a deep breath and rested her hands on
her denim-clad thighs, "Sex, hot and raw, sex on our terms and as
we want it to be, not as the men see it."

Marinella
shrugged her shoulders unimpressed and looked absently down the pub
garden, "Sex is sex and no great shakes - leastwise not for
me."

Pauline spun
around and sliding her legs under the table, her elbows resting on
the hard wooden tabletop and she leaned toward her friend. Her
voice was high in pitch and thrilled excitement.

"But that's the
whole point. Sex as we know it simply isn't proper sex. A cock in a
pussy, pump away for a few minutes and then roll off and go to
sleep? I want more out of it than that, others do and you do too, I
think."

"True enough,
but what and how?"

A huge smile
broke over Pauline's face, "That is what the 'Clan' is all about,
the very reason it was formed."

Marinella
seemed unconvinced or simply disinterested, “Like another
drink?"

"Fuck the
drink," Pauline realised that she had raised her voice and tempered
to talk across the table in a hushed whisper. "Look, we are in our
late twenties...."

"Very late
twenties actually”, Marinella interjected.

"Okay, all the
more reason to break out of the rut. I'm sick of washing smelly
bloody socks and cooking for a man that can hump me only when he is
drunk, with the lights out and when it suits him - how it suits
him. I need to scratch my itch, in different and exciting ways. The
three other women that make up the Clan are in and so am I. Are
you, in or out?"

"What will it
cost me?" Marinella asked suspiciously.

Pauline huffed
in derision at the suggestion, "It's you that has the Scots in you
if anyone Miss tight-wad. It will cost you nothing except lots of
energy to cope with the multiple orgasms you will have to
suffer."

Marinella's
head snapped back to look incredulously at her friend, “Now I'm
interested."

Pauline
chuckled, "Thought that would do it, you dirty little hussy."

"You are too,"
Marinella countered, "coming up with such an impractical idea as
the 'Clan.'

"Why
impractical? Don't you want good, hot sex on your terms?

"Of course I do
but how?"

Pauline sat
back, draining the last of her larger and lime, her tone sarcastic,
"I will have that other drink now, if you don't mind spending the
money of course."

"Meow,"
Marinella responded and poked out her tongue. She rose from the
bench, took the glasses and went into the bar. When she returned,
she placed the full glasses graciously down on the table and
settled herself again.

"The 'Clan,'”
Pauline enthused, her eyes wide and her tone one of high
excitement, "Is a group of five girls - women - together we plan to
use and sexually abuse men, to say how it will be and to get the
sex that we want."

Marinella
huffed and sat back, "Big words but no action."

Pauline took a
huge gulp of her drink then posed the question, "When did you last
suck cock eh?"

"Just a few
weeks ago actually," Marinella retorted icily.

"Was he tied up
and helpless? Was he hard and simply begging for you to get your
mouth over the head of his cock?"

Marinella
gasped, "Tied? You mean tied up?"

"I mean exactly
that. Helpless and completely at your mercy, teased to the point of
almost coming and then some more."

"Good God, just
the thought of it gets me all....You know...."

"Horny?" Gets
you all horny and wet for it?"

"Ssssh,"
Marinella cautioned putting her finger to her lips. She glanced
nervously around her lest they should be overheard. "Keep your
voice down, those blokes over there might hear us."

"So, all the
better if they do. That will get their cocks twitching and
interested won't it?"

Marinella
flushed, "Pauline please, you'll get them thinking that we
are....Well, easy."

Pauline laughed
aloud, “Any bloke that thinks that is in for a shock; the girls of
the 'Clan' are anything but easy. Harder than even their cocks will
ever be in fact."

Marinella's
voice became serious, she leaned forward, her tone now more
enquiring and probing.

"You seem so
well, in control. You appear to know exactly what you want, and aim
to get it."

"All part of
being in the Clan," Pauline stated simply.

"Is it really
that good?"

Pauline swung a
leg lazily back over the bench to straddle it once more, her tight
jeans pulling to hug her slim thighs and display their shape,
"Better, or it will be once we are five. At present there are four
of us - you could be number five - then we will be complete and
begin."

"And the men,
where are all these men supposed to come from?"

Pauline smiled
knowingly, "Look at those three blokes over there. What do you
think their answer would be if I were to ask them this 'fancy
coming back to my place so that I can tie you up, tease you to
death and then fuck your lights out,” She paused for effect, "Think
any of them would say no?"

"Take your
point," Marinella conceded, "So when does this 'Clan' get going
then?"

"Just as soon
as you say yes, we can meet as a group, iron out the finer details,
get pissed whilst we do it and have a bloody good time into the
bargain."

Marinella
sighed wistfully and then gave a wicked smile, "I'm in," she said
emphatically and added playfully, "you slut."

"Great,"
Pauline responded in delight and raised her glass in toast
"bitch."

Both girls
giggled loudly and long, the Clan was now formed in principle, they
could then, move forward in the effecting of the plan.

Chapter 2

In the remote
farmhouse lounge the three women sat drinking coffee and gossiping
generally. The subject soon turned to the forming of the Clan as
steered that way by Sheila. She couldn't contain a delighted smile
as she announced to the others, "We are now five, had a phone call
from Pauline today; she has recruited our fifth member, same age as
her."

The other women
clapped their hands and squealed in delight.

"So we can get
started at last?" Kate questioned hopefully.

Sheila stood
and jerked her hips in a lewd and base thrusting of her crotch, "We
most certainly can, orgasms here we come!"

"And come we
most certainly will," Kate giggled in response, "many times - I
hope."

Anna was silent
now, her expression and mood serious.

"I'm concerned,
these other two members, Pauline and her new recruit. Well, they
are younger than us."

"Not by much,"
Sheila countered and sat slowly down in her seat. "We are in our
mid thirties and they are late twenties, nothing wrong there is
there?"

"Well, it has
to be said that men go for younger girls, like Pauline and
presumably her friend is too. They would get far more 'pulls' on
men than we would."

Sheila sipped
her coffee and sat back, crossing her legs casually, "Lots of men
prefer older women, more mature and knowing women," she raised an
eyebrow and winked playfully, "anyway, the whole point of the Clan
is that we share what comes in. A man is brought in and we all get
to use him if we wish. We 'oldies' will actually gain by the
younger one's pulling power and visa verse."

Anna' face lit
up, "Brilliant. I knew when you came up with original idea of the
Clan that you would have thought of all angles."

It was Sheila
that now became serious, "Besides, if the men won't come willingly,
"she paused for effect, "We take them and abuse them."

Both Anna and
Kate sat silently absorbing the full implications of her
statement.

"Kidnap you
mean?" Kate questioned.

"I mean
kidnap."

"But that's
illegal," Anna said in a 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.