Full-Time Leather Slut

I apologize for taking so long to post another story, but this one took me a while. It's just a fantasy, but one I have been thinking about for a while. I hope you all enjoy it, and I would welcome your feedback on it!

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Part 1

"Are ya ready?" I asked Chris on the phone.

"Yep, let's go!" he replied.

"I will be right over."

I left my apartment, walked to Chris' door, and just went right in. He was wearing a boxer-type bathing suit.

"Take that thing off," I said, pointing to it.

"Leslie, I have to wear something," he replied.

"Yes, I know. Take it off."

As Chris pulled down the trunks, he eyed my body. I was wearing my black one-piece suit, with black heels. He loves that outfit, and his cock was already rising. I reached into my bag, and pulled out a man's bikini suit, with the lining cut out. It was yellow with black vertical stripes. Chris gave me a quizzical look.

"Just put it on, sexy," I teased.

He pulled it up his legs, and laid his hardening cock inside, to the left. The vertical stripes made the bulge oh-so-visible.

"Much better," I told him. We went up the stairs to the car, and off we went to Verna's house.

Chris and I had been neighbors at our apartment complex for about six months. We became good friends, at first, and then I told him all about my love for pornography. He admitted the same to me. It became a habit to swap erotic movies, and then we began to masturbate together while watching them. Nudity became the normal routine for us, and we agreed on an "open-door" policy for our apartments. In essence, we shared each other's apartments. It wasn't long after that we became sexual "partners", with no emotional ties. It satisfied both of our sexual lust. He was twenty-seven, short brown hair, slim body, and sported a nice six-inch cock.

Verna was a widow who lived on the opposite side of town. She had an immense spread, complete with swimming pool, tennis courts, her own maid, the works. Verna was 45 years old. She sported a short pixie haircut, which was striking with her jet-black hair. I had met her at the hair salon the day I had Brandy shave my head. It took us all of one night out to become intense lovers. At 5'3", and around 130 pounds, she had become addicted to working out, which made for a tight, compact body. Her 36DD breasts seemed to stand straight out, which had always amazed me. Her buns were tight and pronounced, and they were the objects of desire for many men and women.

The valet received my car, and as we approached the front door, it swung open. Verna's maid, Julia, greeted us. She wore the perfect French-maid attire, and I have always had the hots for her.

Julia escorted us to the pool area, where I saw Verna and a stranger sitting by the pool. Both women were dressed in matching white thong bikinis. I swear I could hear Chris take a huge gulp.

As Verna saw us approach, she gracefully rose from her lounge chair and moved to us, greeting me with a huge hug and a deep kiss. I could feel Chris' eyes on us as we kissed. I then introduced Verna to Chris as she held me, and she looked him up and down, sizing him up. She stared at his thick cock, barely hidden behind his bikini, and smiled.

This all started two nights before as Verna and I had gone out for our weekly Thursday night dinner. She had confessed to me her desire for a man, and wanted to know if I could bring someone along when I visited her on Saturday. I knew the perfect guy. That night, as I stood before her in my black garter, seamed stockings and heels, sporting a life-like strap-on, I was amazed to see my up-to-now lesbian-lover suck that fake cock with complete and wild abandon. It was plainly obvious to me that she needed a real man, and soon.

"Well, drinks anyone?" Verna asked.

"Vodka and cranberry for me, sweets," I replied.

"Just a coke for me," Chris said.

I didn't even notice Julia standing off to the side. Verna told her to bring the drinks, and then motioned for us to follow her to the pool, where I noticed a beautiful black woman relaxing in another lounge chair. Her body was very long, her hair cut short to her scalp, and her bikini top barely covered her plump breasts.

"Katrina, this is Leslie and Chris," Verna said as she introduced us.

Katrina, I thought. What a lovely name it was. She dipped her sunglasses to look at us, and greeted us with a bright "Hello".

"Chris, how about grabbing a couple of more lounge chairs for us, okay?" Verna asked.

"Sure, no problem," he replied.

Chris laid next to Verna, and I removed my sarong, sitting next to Katrina. Just then Julia arrived with our drinks, and we all relaxed, pleasantly making small talk. After a while, I stood up and moved behind Chris, massaging his shoulders.

"So Verna, what do you think of my neighbor?" I asked.

Verna turned, and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. She looked up at me and grinned approvingly.

"Very nice, Leslie. I love this little bikini he is wearing. It definitely doesn't hide much!" Verna exclaimed.

Katrina stood, and moved behind me. I could feel her body next to mine, her thighs touching my thighs.

"I just love this naked head, girl!" Katrina said.

"Play with it if you like," I replied. She began to rub my head all over, and then I felt her tongue licking my scalp. A wave of pleasure overtook my body, and I swooned with delight. Verna had begun to run her nails along the bulge in Chris' bikini, and I knew he loved it. His cock looked huge now, thanks to Verna's fingers. I heard Chris groan as Verna removed her bikini top, her lovely, perky breasts appearing before him. Apparently Katrina had removed her top also, because I could feel her soft mounds rubbing up and down my back. I instinctively moved my ass back toward her, and I could feel her covered pussy rubbing against me. I was quickly becoming aroused, and I just had to turn to her. I grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her to me. She had taken my shaved head in her hands, and our open mouths met in a wet French kiss.

"Katrina, you are turning me on like mad," I told her. She removed my bikini top, and our bodies meshed, our breasts smashing together. It didn't take long for our bottoms to fall to the wayside, and we danced a sexy female dance together, grinding against each other, arousing each other to a fever pitch. I looked down for a second, and pulled slightly away from her. Her bush was trimmed, exposing a gorgeous clit. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted it right then. I turned back toward the lounge chairs, and Chris was standing, his bikini tossed aside, straddling Verna as she laid in the chair. Verna was kissing his cock and balls, moaning in pleasure as she did so, relishing the fact that she had a nice six-inch cock to lick and suck. Katrina and I, holding each other tight, just stood and stared for a moment. We watched as Verna took just the head of his cock in her mouth, pausing to taste the flavor. Opening her mouth wide, she took the entire length in her mouth, her cheeks sucking in, and Chris couldn't help but hold her by the head, slowly withdrawing his cock. Verna loved it!

"Leslie, my love! His cock is perfect for my mouth," she squealed.

My hands trailed down to Katrina's pussy, and I parted her lips with my fingers. I could feel the bud of her clit, and then I slid my hand down further, my fingers sliding between the cheeks of her ass. Again we shared a French kiss, to the sounds of Verna sucking Chris' cock in the background.

"I want it now," I told Katrina. I sat on the lounge chair next to Verna and Chris, and Katrina straddled the chair, facing away from me. Her lovely ass was right in my face, and I began to kiss the soft cheeks.

"Oh gosh girl, that feels so nice," she crooned. Katrina bent over at the waist, and spread her legs. Her gorgeous pink pussy was entirely exposed to me, and I told her how heavenly it was. Usually I like to take my time, but I couldn't resist her. I whimpered and sighed as I ran my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her, drinking it like a cat drinks milk. The taste was fantastic, and I devoured her pussy, licking up and down, twirling my lips and tongue around her sizable clit. Katrina was clearly enjoying this; she began to rock her hips, moving her pussy along my mouth. Spreading her legs even wider, she bent further over to the point that she could look up and see me eating her pussy. I had to wonder if she was a contortionist or not.

Katrina was squealing loudly now, and she reached back to feel my pussy, eventually pushing two fingers deep into me. I couldn't help but grind my pussy into her fingers, and I began to feel my orgasm slowly rise within me.

"My clit, baby, suck on my clit," she blared. I grabbed her thighs, and pulled her clit to my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, sucking on it; Katrina began to beg.

"Oh please, yes, oh god, yes, don't stop, don't stop, please, keep going baby!"

Katrina suddenly latched onto the sides of the lounge chair, and her black legs and ass began to shake. Her juices began to flow like a river from her pussy, soaking my mouth. I worked my tongue harder and harder on her clit, and her orgasm shot through her.

"EEEEEIIIIIAAAAYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she howled. She began to yelp now with each flick of my tongue, her fingers still locked inside me. Some part of her was still aware of my pussy, and she began to finger me harder, flicking my clit with her thumb. I couldn't believe I was cumming, and it caught me by surprise. I began to mumble words of passion as I continued to eat her. Katrina and I were cumming together now, in such an unbelievable position, and it seemed to last for several minutes. When our orgasms subsided, I leaned back in my lounge chair, and Katrina collapsed.

"Very nice, Leslie and Katrina," commented Verna. I opened my eyes to see her relaxing comfortably, nude now, touching her clit, with Chris' cum all over her titties. I had not even heard him orgasm, due to the passion of Katrina and I.

"Thanks Verna," I replied. Katrina was still lying on my chair, facing away from me, breathing heavily.

"I thought you two would go well together."

"She gives great head, Leslie," Chris chimed in, motioning to Verna.

"Well, she needed something big and hard to suck, didn't you Verna?"

"Very much so. I would like to keep him," she said, looking at Chris.

Chris laughed, and I smiled a wary smile at him. I knew where this was leading.

"Well, how about it, Chris?" Verna asked.

"How about what?" Chris replied.

"I am offering you employment."

I noticed his cock beginning to become erect. Katrina then rose, kissed me, and jumped in the pool.

"Employment?" he asked.

"Yes. You will live here, have your own bedroom, your own office with which to continue your regular job, and I will employ you in a sexual capacity," Verna explained.

"I see. What is the rate of pay?" he asked.

"Let's see. How about $500.00 a week tax free, to start? Raises will be frequent, dependent upon performance. You will have full use of the house, all it's facilities, and daily massages from Julia. We can draw up a contract later."

"Go for it, Chris," I chimed in. His cock was now standing straight up.

"I see you like the idea," Verna exclaimed.

I was watching Katrina do graceful laps in the pool, and I couldn't help but dive in after her. We frolicked together in the pool as Verna and Chris continued to talk. Within minutes Julia appeared, carrying another round of drinks, but then quickly vanished back into the house. As Katrina and I caressed in the pool, Verna and Chris seemed to relax, basking in the hot sun. I began to call Katrina "Kat", for short, and we talked as we held each other close, rubbing our titties and touching our pussies together, staying in tune for our next round of sex. She had known Verna for about six weeks, meeting her at a coffee shop. Verna had been fucking both of us, but neither one of us knew about the other. She too realized Verna was ready for a man and needed a cock badly, which is how Chris came into the picture.

"You know girl, Verna is quite wild. She usually gets what she wants, with all that money and everything," Katrina said.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues burrowing into each other's mouths. It lasted for several seconds.

"So what's strange about that?" I said. I could sense the care in her voice.

"Well, just that Chris better be able to handle it, if he takes her up on her offer. You know as well as I do that that woman is kinky, and insatiable. Just like me, Leslie"

"I suppose you and I will just have to keep busy, then, if he moves away from me. With that, I pulled myself out of the pool, sitting just on the edge, and spread my legs wide for Kat.

Part 2

My head seemed to spin as I looked up into the deep blue sky, my body trembling, my legs still quivering. Katrina had just licked me to one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and I could hear her rising up out of the pool. Grabbing my legs, she spun me around, knelt down, and picked me up in her strong arms. My eyes went wide as she did so, and I was amazed by her strength. I felt her carrying me inside the house, and I began to giggle as we went downstairs. Chris, Verna, and Julia were nowhere to be seen. The basement seemed dark, but warm, and we entered one room, only to enter another, where Kat stood next to a large, circular bed, still holding me in her arms.

"We are going to have fun, little girl," she whispered. Her mouth then enveloped mine in a giant French kiss, her tongue swirling in circles around my own. Every passion I have ever had for women was coming to the surface of my mind. I wanted, needed, this gorgeous woman.

In one motion she eased me back onto the bed, pinning me under her. The sheets felt like plastic, almost rubbery, a black color, tingling my body. Kat raised my arms above my head, spreading them, her legs doing the same to my thighs. I was groaning, shaking, trying to move against her, my pussy dying to meet her's. She was licking my neck all over, wetting me, soaking my upper body with her saliva. The feelings inside me were hot-wiring my sexual nerve endings. I felt her wet mouth on my breasts, kissing them, licking them, slobbering all over them. I could only whine beneath her, begging her for more.

"You'll do just about anything for me now, won't you little girl?" she teased.

"Yes. Yes. Yesssssssssssssssssss."

With that, Kat reached up over my body, and quickly fastened a leather cuff around my right wrist, which was fastened to the bed. In seconds, she had done the same to my left. I couldn't think; the thought of resisting never entered my mind. Shortly afterwards, my legs were spread, and fastened to the bed in the same way. I just looked up at her, my pussy humping wildly at the cool air.

"Fuck...What are you doing, Kat? Please touch me!" I pleaded.

"Soon baby, soon. Right now I am going to tease you like you have never been teased before," she replied.

I watched as she walked over to another doorway in the room, which seemed to be a large closet. In only a few seconds she had returned carrying a bright pink ball-gag. The sight of it excited me even further. Kat straddled my waist, and I obediently opened my mouth as wide as I could. I felt the big gag enter my mouth, and Kat buckled it into position.

"Back in a second or two, Leslie," she said.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the dim light, and I could see around the room somewhat. There was one additional door, and I could also see eyebolts attached to the black walls along different areas of the room, at different heights. Three barstools stood like loyal soldiers in the corner of the room. I had no idea Verna had this kind of thing built into her basement, but the eroticism of it all kept me wildly excited. It actually felt great to be lying there tied spread-eagle. I shuddered violently, almost cumming right then. I wanted Kat in the worst way, and I decided right then that I would do anything for her that she wanted.

It wasn't long before Kat returned, along with Julia, and I groaned through the gag upon seeing them. Julia was totally naked, except for a pair of white stiletto heels, and she was pushing a small cart on wheels. Kat was now wearing a pair of black thigh-high boots, but nothing else. She placed on of the barstools at the foot of the bed as Julia placed a pillow under my head, saving me the trouble of straining my neck to look up at them.

I gazed at Julia's body; she seemed very pale in the dark room, and her shoulder-length blonde hair was draped all about her head, even hanging in her face. Her face was flushed, and her body was dotted with beads of perspiration, and her lovely big titties swung to and fro as she walked, her nipples erect. I also caught a glimpse of her pussy, which was bare, her large lips spreading out like beautiful petals.

"Leslie, I love that shaved-head look," Kat said. "You are going to get to watch Julia shave my head, baby!"

It was like a dream come true; ever since I had taken the plunge and buzzed my hair, and then shaved it, I had been craving the look. I loved the bald look, and now I was going to see Kat get her head shaved. My mind was simply swimming at this point, and I was constantly pushing my pussy up into the air, straining for some stimulation.

Kat had very short hair to begin with, so it wouldn't take Julia long to complete her work. She placed a hot towel on Kat's head, soothing her scalp, and then after removing it, she coated Kat's head with a nice layer of shaving cream. Kat kept her eyes closed; her legs spread wide, her hands on her knees. I was totally hypnotized by what I was seeing.

Julia began to stroke her head with the safety razor, back and forth, until, after just a few minutes, Kat was as bald as I was. She then turned to Julia.

"Do my pussy, too," she told her. Of course, Julia knelt between her legs, lathering up her sparse muff, and then she shaved it clean. Kat stood up, and looked at me from the end of the bed.

"Whatcha think, little girl?" she teased me. I could only nod my approval. Suddenly Kat slipped beside me on the bed, curling one leg up over mine, and she began to kiss my head lovingly. Her long, black body, combined with the feel of the leather boots, was simply intoxicating. My thoughts begged her to touch my pussy. I groaned into my gag as her long tongue graced my skull, leaving trails of saliva behind. Kat worked her way down my neck, to my armpits, licking there as well, trailing down to my erect nipples. I felt close to cumming now; one touch on my clit, and I would have gone off like a firecracker.

But then she stopped, and looked deep into my eyes.

"You want me to touch your pussy, don't you baby?" she asked.

I nodded wildly.

"You will do anything I want, won't you?"

More nodding.

"You love this, don't ya? You love this entire scene."

Again, I bobbed my head up and down.

"Ya gonna be Mistress Kat's sub, baby?"

Those words hit me like a thunderclap. The entire scene came together now in my mind. Verna had set me up. A distant voice deep within my mind screamed resistance, but I couldn't escape my true feelings, my total lust for the woman next to me.

So I nodded again.

"Now Julia," Kat said. Julia reached under the small cart, and pulled out a 35mm camera. She began to take photos of Kat and I, from all different angles. I was wildly excited by it all. Kat rolled off the bed, and stood, taking a cigarette off the cart, and she paced around the room.

"Take out her gag, Julia," she said.

It felt so good to have it taken out of my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around my lips to get the feeling back. I watched Kat go into the closet again, and she returned with a collar.