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Black Leather Dress He pulled his phone out as he made his way to the car to text her. Scoffing at himself, Mack clicked Cancel and pulled up her number. “Hey babydoll. How was your day?” Listening along he nodded, as if she could see him listening to her. “I am on my way now. I just want to make sure this is all what you really want for your birthday. You don’t want to go eat first or anything?” He chuckled at how excited Heather was about going to the club. It was never his scene, it was always to loud, never very intimate and even people watching was hard with the constant fight between pulsating lights, deep dark shadows and bone jarring bass sounds. She wanted to dress up feel sexy and have fun, so that’s what she will have. “Be there in twenty minutes or so, luv ya.” He ended the call and tossed the phone in the passenger seat and made his way to the club. He pulled into the parking lot and Heather was anxiously waiting there. That little vixen was definitely asking for trouble and she knew it. She beamed a huge smile and hurried over to him as he put the car in park. She wore her black leather dress that zipped up the front. Grommets ran down along both sides of the zipper as if it should be laced up like a sneaker. The black leather barely made it’s way down to the middle of her thigh. The leather hugged her curves tighter than a second skin. The ensemble was completed by knee-high black leather boots. The very top of her cleavage gave a not so subtle tease to the bounce of her breasts being pressed together. This outfit was meant to cause looks and lears, and it always did just that. The black leather looked like molten chocolate contrasted to her curly blonde locks and creamy porcelain skin. Heather all but jumped into Eric’s arms as he got out of the car. Chuckling at her exuberance “Hey babydoll, happy birthday.” He pulled her even closer, pinning her body to his. Holding her for a few beat more than normal just enjoying how she felt and giving her the calming reassurance that tonight would be all she hoped and more. “Is that my present?” She asked excitedly as she sees the wrapped box in his backseat. “You don’t get that till we get home.” Releasing her and taking a half step back he gave a deliberate full head to toe and back again look. “Well” He cleared his throat “someone is certainly trying to turn some heads and inspire some not so innocent thoughts tonight.” “I wore this so I could have a fun night and get whatever I wanted.” Putting on an over dramatic puppy eyes and pouty lip looks, “I really want my present, pllllllllleeeaasssse.” Grabbing her hips he spun and pinned her back against the car to bring an intimacy and conviction to the words he was about to utter. “The present will wait until we get home like I said, all in good time.” His hands rushed from her hips to her breasts as he leans in closer. The sudden jolt of feeling his fingers pinching both her nipples thru the leather made her gasp. His fingers held her nipples captive as he just bore his eyes into hers. Silence resonated between them as she tried to breath thru the intense pulsating current of feeling her nipples pinched by her lover. From a distance it just looked like two lovers getting ready to kiss, but it was so much more than that. “Admit it.” His words were whispered but echoed thru her entire being. “You wore this outfit because you wanted to push that line between cock tease and cumslut dont you.” Heather bit her lip as his touch and words stoked the wanton desires she felt. She could feel herself getting wet. How did this man always know how to read her to take her from joy to lust within seconds she wondered. Her breath caught again when he tweaked and twisted her nipples, just so. His speech slowed so she could hear and understand him through the delicious electric pain her nipples felt. “Admit it. You want the attention. You want every cock you pass to be hard and want to fill you. You want to make the ladies to think of you as a five dollar she can’t leave her man with. You want to walk that line between cock tease and cumslut. Admit it.” She started to lift up to her tiptoes as he knuckled her nipples back into her breasts and lifted them. “Yes, yes. I want to make them all want me. I wanted to tease you and make you jealous and show you how all the guys want me. I wanted to tease you and make it so you can’t keep your hands off me.” Eric chuckled as the white hot pain of her nipples made it hard for Heather to focus.”Nothing you can do can ever make me jealous. What are you.” God every moment he touched her, every word he spoke made her want him. Her tease had backfired and her tight little pussy was longing to be filled by him. It had made itself so wet he would so easily slide right in where he belongs. She needed to feel complete and only felt complete when he filled her. She didn’t care what part of her was filled as long as he was inside her. Eric’s voice grew a little more stern and several octaves deeper. “What..are...you.” Heather threw her head back hoping it would help resolve the blissful pain. “Your fucktoy big daddy” she whimperd. “What are you.” “Your fucktoy.” she said louder than she meant. Instantly he release her nipples and she settled back down onto her feet. Her head was still slightly spinning as her body slowed and returned to normal. She felt a soft kiss on her lips as her chest continued to heave desperate to fill with more oxygen. Opening her eyes there he was, watching and waiting letting her body finally came down of the high “Good. You ok now? Ready to go in?” he said as he caressed her cheek. Giggling “Yeah I am good, you evil evil man.” His smile helped her feel grounded as his blue eyes looked into hers so all the unspoken words could be said without a sound. He brushed a rogue golden lock from in front of her forehead and then took her hand. “Well let’s go in and make it so you have the best birthday.” They walked towards the bar side of the building. It was a weird set up he thought one side a bar other side a night club. Every time he approached the building he wondered if it was first a bar and then they bought the next door shop and turned it into a club or vice versa. It was one stand alone building but was set up like a strip mall but for two shops. Weird but she liked it there, so that’s where they went. He opens the door for her and she makes her way towards one of the stand up tables towards the back. The owner behind the bar gives them a smile as they walk by and two of the guys at the bar don’t hide thier head turn or the fact they devour the sight of her from head to toe. Eric’s hand slides down from her lower back to give her butt a pinch as they arrive at the table and sit down. Heather could feel the gazes run all over her body like a hot morning shower. She took great pleasure in watching one couple at one of the booths. She enjoyed the social dynamic. Married late forties, early fifties maybe very conservative and stereotypically traditional she thought. Heather almost felt sorry for the man knowing he was going to have to listen his wife bitch and moan all night about “that floozy” at the bar. Her regret was abated as she watch him readjust the napkin in his lap to hide the raging hard-on he now had. Somehow thinking he might rub one out in the shower tomorrow morning thinking of her made her feel a spark of excitement. She caught the guy drowning his sorrows at the far end of the bar dragging his eyes up and down her legs as he licked his lips. She could almost imagine him thinking what it’s like to lick his way up and down her body. Her little observations were interrupted when the waitress came over about ordering. Heather and Eric ordered a couple of appetizers since they were skipping the dinner out option. They sat and talked about their day and played a game of trying to figure out what everyone there is thinking. Eric found it somehow adorable how, whenever they ate out she always ate off his plate. There she was grabbing a fry off his plate and dipping it into the ketchup even though there was still plenty of fries on her plate and in the basket. It was those little things that always made it fun with her. Eventually they finished and Eric paid the bill so they made their way over to the club. It was still fairly early so the club was still filling up and there was plenty of room on the dance floor. The found a spot and started to unwind and dance. Even in the dark environment The way the light reflected off the smooth glossy leather gave the impression of a kaleidoscope. They move to the beat and she makes every chance she can to rub up against him or feel his hands on her hips as she backs ups and grinds him. Other guys constantly come up next to her and try to dance with her and she indulges them for a little while before moving onto the next and always back to Eric. The way her hips and curves move hypnotizes many of the guys in the room and their lingering gazes only adds to her energy and wanting to dance more. After a dozen or so songs Eric taps out, gives Heather a kiss and goes and sits down. Like wolves after a kill, immediately several guys surround Heather and they continue to dance. Eric watches everything making sure someone doesn't take it too far. He watches the hands on her hips as she grinds them. The way each one peacock trying to be the center of her attention, to be one to feel her body. He wonders if any of them realize she isn’t wearing panties. The songs change over and over again but the thump thump thump remains constant as more and more people filter in. He enjoys watching Heather in her element, have a good time. It is always amusing to see all the different technique guys use to try and get a closer looks at her chest and cleavage some of them don’t try to hide it at all. Somehow that thought is funny to him. The night carries on and aside from a few gropes that Heather handled herself most of the guys behaved even as she dance teased and grinded against them. Heather kept looking over to make sure Eric was watching. She finally makes her move.and wraps her arm back around the back of one of her would be suitors neck and straddles his leg.She rubs and grinds against his leg like she is in the rodeo. Eric makes his way over to her and grabs her arm and hauls her out to the parking lot. Eric walks with a purpose and Heather double times it to prevent from being dragged by the arm. They make it back to his car. “You are nothing more than a useless filthy cumslut . Willing to take any and every dick you can get your hands on.” Heather hangs her head to avoid his glare and harsh words. “Look at you such a fucking cock tease. Wearing this slutty outfit teasing every guy you can till you find a few you want to fuck like some dish rag . You like every guy checking you out. Wondering just how perfect those perfect breasts are.” Grabbing the zipper he unzips her dress down to where it ends at the waist. He takes both hands and pulls back the top of her dress exposing both her breasts.You can almost hear the hiss as the heat and sweat from her body hits the cool moonlit air. Her nipples puckered from desire and the cooling caress of the air. “Oh you fucking trollop . Look at you. Your nipples are hard wanting attention wanting to make everyone see your tits. Such a fucking slut. Oh my god you are probably wet aren’t you.” Eric forcefully steps towards her and she tries to step back only to feel the drivers side door blocking her escape. She tries to push her knees together, but Eric wedges his knee in between and kicks her legs apart as he shoves his hand under her dress. “You fucking slut. I can’t believe you. You are so fucking wet.” Heather bit her lip as his hand slapped her aching pussy several times. “We will see what they all think of your perfect tits when they aren’t so perfect anymore. His face dove into her cleavage fulling pinning her against the car. He nuzzles his in against her breasts as his hand slides behind her back and pulls her closer as he sucks hard. She can't help but clasp the back of his head with her hand. He sucked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. She could almost feel the bruise forming. His brand, his claim, he was saying she was his and his alone and that exactly what she craves. He pulled away and undid his belt growing “On your knees you worthless cumslut.” Heather greedily dropped to her knees and pulled out his bulging cock. Before she could react, he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth. I keep pushing himself deeper into her, down her throat and held it there as the tears welled up in her eyes. “Act like a cumslut, and I will treat you like a cumslut.” He pulled back and she gasped to catch her breath only to have him start fucking her mouth hard and fast. Gradually he slowed so she could recover. “Suck it! Show me how much you want it” Heather was all too eager to do just that. She let her lips run up and down the long curved shaft that was before her. She ran her tongue along the underside feeling every contour and vein, delighting ing the moans she heard. She lifted him and traced her tongue around the base before taking his balls into her mouth. She suck them and played with them with her tongue. His finger sunk into her hair as his moans grew louder. “You are so hungry for my cum are you, you naughty cumslut.” She moaned her agreement as she continued to suck. She went back and took him into her mouth and enjoyed the sensation of him inside her, his hands on her, her hands on him. She bobbed her head back and forth sucking all she could. She wanted to feel him erupt. She kept sucking and uscking trying to draw him into her.His moans, the taste of him made her so wanton, so wet. She needed this man she needed part of him to be part of her. The more she sucked the more she wanted. His hips began to thrust as he resolve weakened. The more he moaned the more she ached. Her pussy was quivering with need to feel him to engulf him. “Stand up and bend over slut.” She quickly complied and put her hands on the car. He shove her dress up and gave her ass a firm spank. She grit her teeth to stiff the moan. He put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down more. She braced herself placing her hand on the windshield feeling to cold seep into her thru the smooth surface of the glass. She was so close and needed the release. Eric yanked her head back by her hair. “Look at you, you desperate cumslut. You are such a , rubbing and grinding up against any guy that will have you. Rub that clit you pathetic .” He didn’t have to say it twice as her left hand found her swollen clit and she couldn’t help but moan at pleasure her fingers found. Biting her lip as she rubbed, she could still taste the salt of his skin on her lips as the sounds of her fingers pleasing her. Her fingers furiously rubbing, delving sliding in and around her as her breathing became ragged. Her juices were already running down her thigh and no matter how good her fingers felt, it wasn’t him. She didn’t just want, but needed him to fill her. “Please.” She grunted when the palm of his hand landed firmly against her ass. Growling “Please what.” reverberated against her skin. She felt the tip of him right there and feel it craze her when she moved just so. Panting with pleasure and primal need she pleaded in a hushed tone “I need your cock in me please, please please.” Heather continued to implore. “Why should I fuck you. Look at you throwing yourself at every guy in there like some cheap . You are such a fucking slut, you just want any cock inside you and don’t care where you are. Look at you begging to be fucked in a parking lot like you are turning a trick.” She rocks her ass back against him trying to coax him in. The fiery sting of his hand thunders against her wanton ass forcing her to let out small yelp. “Plea-eeease” her words heavy with lust and desperation. He takes a fistful of her golden hair and pulls her head back and waits for her. The sounds of her fingers rubbing and plunging into her fills the air around them . His cock is right there primed by her mouth and desire. There it waits as her back arches as he pulls her head back. Dammit why isn’t he inside me her body screams. “Fuck me” she yells, to the shock of two couples 25 feet away making their way to the club. Four heads turn looking for whatever that sound was they weren’t sure they heard. The rest of the world doesn’t matter anymore to her. Nothing exists but him, the moment he shoves himself completely inside her. The rest of the universe disappears as she feels the length of him the curve and contour of him, invade her hard and fast over and over. The cool evening air made her skin hypersensitive. She could feel the push of wind each time he slammed himself further and deeper into him. Her exposed breasts sway and her nipples graze the cold metal of the car hood as his wrists turns, twisting her hair. Both were lit fuses ready to explode. “Cum for me you filthy cumslut.” Heather couldn’t keep her eyes open as her body bucks against him, her ass slamming hard against him desperately trying to meet his primal thrusts. She could feel the juice running down her thighs as her body starts to tense and their breathing is more grunts and moans than breath. How he fits inside her stretching her just so. It was like she was made to fit him, and he to break her. Together they were more complete, more whole. Her head heavy with lust and exhaustion yet her neck strains as he pulls her head back. She was his, she was claimed and never wanted it to end. He felt so good inside and wanted her juices to seep into his skin so she could be part of him. Her body betrayed her as she felt all of him slam up into her. Her body clamped down hard on him as she gasped and groaned through the first wave of pleasure. She felt her walls quake and grip him tight as he continue to jackhammer into her. Even though she was spent her body continued to constrict around him milking every drop. He held her there for a moment as their bodies slowed and let the last tremors rumble through them. Slowly Eric backed out letting himself more slide out and fall from her then be pulled out. He took few steps back letting Heather turn around. She knew her duty and got on her knees. Slowly she dragged her tongue along the base and then the length of his shaft, tasting their combined juices. She took him into her mouth and started to suck and lick him clean. His hand ran over her hair, cradling the back of her head. “Such a good sweet fucktoy.” She moaned as she continued to suck him clean. She started liking his balls before sucking them and looked up at him as his fell drifted back. Her eyes and focus went back to the task and made sure not to miss anything. Resting back on her heels she looked up to she his blue eyes watching her. The gaze held for several moments as she awaited his decision if she had completed her job to his satisfaction. She watched as his lips curled up into a smile and she couldn’t help but smile knowing she had pleased him. The rush of accomplishment heated her skin in one quick wave as he helped her to her feet. Eric adjusted himself and made himself presentable as Heather stood there watching. Stepping closer Eric’s frame loomed over Heather’s as he grabbed the zipper and started to zip up her dress. Their eyes never left each other as the slow mechanical click of each teeth of the zipper locking into place made its way up her body. Catching the little spark in his eye his words fell heavy on her skin. He slowly started pulling the zipper back down. “Would be such a shame to hide that little bruise of yours. I think it needs to breathe.” Heather tried to suppress the urge to pant as her lungs failed to breathe. His eyes so focused on her she felt completely naked, yet never more confident. The zipper stopped about two inches above her belly button. It was as if one wrong move and her breasts would burst free from the second skin that was desperately trying to restrain them. Heather was getting wet again even though she could still feel him leaking out of her and running down her thigh. He leaned in till his lips were nearly touch hers. This way his words would be kissing her. “Happy” “Yes” she exhaled. The question of “Good Birthday?” fell against her lips. The excitement and tension made it so she could she could barely catch her breath and it was almost impossible to let the word out. “Yes.” He pressed his body to hers. “Is this what you wanted.” Her heart was beating so fast she wasn’t sure she could answer. “Ye-ye-yes.” “It turned you on everyone thinking you were a dirty cumslut didnt it.” Heather’s body was going weak with him being so close that she could taste his words. Her shoulders slumped as if saying the word pull all her energy from her. “Yes.” The sadness of him taking half a step back were quickly supplanted with his fingers rubbing her and delving inside her making her grab his shoulder for balance. Like a quill to the ink well his fingers plunged and dabbed inside her. He took his soaked fingers and started to write upon her chest. Writing and plunging writing and plunging. When he finished he ran his fingers along her lips and kissed her so they could taste each other once more. Her eyes were still shut as the kiss lingered on her lips after his lips were no longer there. Walking back towards the club, Heather leans wraps her arms around his and rests her head against him. She was so content to have him close and looked up at him as they walked. “Trollop? You know you almost made me laugh with that one.” “Sorry babydoll it just popped into my head must be all that Downtown Abbey crap you have me watching or something. But you seemed to manage ok.” She hugged his arm tighter. “Yes I did. Thank you”.” “Anything for you babydoll.” The flickering sign welcomed them to club entrance as the bouncer enjoyed the full view of her cleavage. despite not knowing something was written there. He gave Eric a wink and let them pass as they showed the stamp on the back of their hands. Walking through the club back out onto the dance floor the blacklights and party lights shimmered on her skin and illuminated exactly what he wrote on her. What was hidden in plain sight now was illuminated for all to see. The words amplified everyone’s reaction as she walked through room. Heads no longer just turned because of her dress and figure. The natural bounce and jiggle of her nearly exposed breasts were mere afterthoughts of what everyone notice. The iridescent trail of cum along her thigh wasn’t even noticed by anyone. No it was her title, her badge of pride that caused inner turmoil to everyone who saw it. Double takes turned into wide eyed amazement. Leers and daggers became contempt and horrified disgust. A few frat boy “Holy shit dude” and “Fuck yeahs” could be heard piercing the deafening music. As muted uttered breaths of “Trash”, “Oh my god”, and “slutty bitch” were mostly drowned out by the noise. The air was saturated with lust, pheromones, fruity drinks and stale beer. Her breasts always got the boys attention but now one word written in love gave her the power over every guy’s civility and fantasies. That dance floor had become her pantheon, the nexus of the power of her. The desire the boys, and even some of the women, had for her now reset their minds to a primitive id focused endeavor of unabashed lust. It made her feel so wanted and understood they way he knew her. For he somehow knew how she would feel seeing how much lust and desire every guy that saw her felt.The dance floor is a lot more crowded than before and he leads her to an open spot. He kisses her and leans into her ear. “Have fun babydoll, I’ll be over there watching you making sure you are ok.” Heather let the music wash over her and moved with the beat. Many came over trying to entice her grab her attention. She knew Eric was there to make sure she was was safe. He had left her on the dance floor so she could revel in the beautiful freedom she had. She also knew no matter how far away he may be, he was always with her. He was the one who knew her so well, the one that brought out things from within her that she never knew she needed let alone wanted. It was her birthday, and she was in her tight black leather dress that highlighted every divine curve. How many noticed his cum, illuminated by the light, slowly sliding down her thighs. All these factors feed into the power she now wielded from the words that shocked and frenzied all she passed. The dark lights made it shine for all to see. She was one, and wore it with pride. His Cumslut. Heather smiled and smiled, loving the attention the cumslut title brought as songs turned into a few hours as she danced the world away. She was happy, and it had been an incredible birthday. He gave her the present she never knew she always wanted. To be lusted after by many because of what they see but completely adored and accepted by one, because the one completely knows and accepts all of her. |
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Oh my...I savored my way through only half so far. Looking forward to the rest tonight after work. Such eloquent HOT erotica. You are the BOSS! xoxo Your biggest fan ~S Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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I am almost ALWAYS getting at myself. I am reading your latest (Leather Dress) at work. I am shoving two fingers inside of my tight wet pussy, getting it all juicy, the sounds of my gushing cunt and the smell of sex filling up my office up......I have to bite my lip to keep from letting the entire fucking office know I am about to cum......I am really good at being your fucktoy. Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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But the thought of you on the edge, being so naughty pleases me so you have my permission just dont be surprised f there is some punishment on the horizon Become a member to create a blog
