Walking into the small shop, I inhaled deeply and was immediately inundated by the heady scent of animal hides. Then I took a few steps forward and ran my fingers over the first garments I could reach it didn’t matter what they were as long as they were made of leather. Predictably, my cock hardened, and I was glad that my tight trousers would keep it reined in as a clerk wandered out from a back room.
However, more arousal rushed through my body when I got a good look at the saleswoman as she approached. She was exceedingly beautiful, with long, wavy raven black hair, porcelain like skin, crystal blue eyes and plump lips that were emphasized by bright red lipstick. However, as striking as her face was, the thing about her that really caught my attention was her body, which could best be described as voluptuous which is exactly how I like women to look.
My dick throbbed at the sight of the red leather dress that hugged her torso and created the most delicious cleavage between her large tits. She was wearing a black leather jacket over that, so not much of her upper body was exposed, but my pulse still quickened as I imagined running my tongue over her flesh, which I assumed would taste faintly like the hides I love so much. Then my eyes drifted downward to admire how the garment hugged her curvy hips, and I pictured hiking it up to her waist to breathe in her own animalistic scent melded with that of her sexy garments.
“Can I help you?” she inquired, breaking my reverie. I cleared my throat before saying I was just looking, hoping she’d assume I was talking about the inventory even though I’d been taking inventory of her. To back up my story, I started moving amongst the racks again, looking at jackets, leggings, corsets and even hobble skirts as she told me that her name was Norah and to just ask if I needed anything. I nodded distractedly as each piece of clothing I touched sent shock waves of excitement coursing through my body. Sometimes, it was an item that I longed to wear, and other times it was something that I could imagine seeing on her . . . as I fucked her silly.
As you may have already guessed, I have a serious leather fetish not only do I love the look, feel and smell of the stuff, it enhances my sexual experiences more than anything in the world. However, meeting women who share my obsession has never been easy, and the most I can usually hope for is finding someone who is open to the idea of wearing a leather corset or gloves which I usually have to provide when we make love. But a woman who has the same fetish and lives close by? Well, that’s been nearly impossible, even in these days of social networking, blogs and chat rooms.
That isn’t to say it’s never happened. For instance, there was Maddie, which is how this whole thing got started. We met because of a shared love of motorcycles, which led to the commonly associated garb. One hot summer day we were out riding, and we were both so exhilarated by the time we got back to my place that we fell right into bed. As our bodies entwined and our lips locked, she peeled off my clothes until I was totally nude. Then I started removing hers, and my erection bumped against her tight leather pant leg, leaving a streak of pre come in its wake. My body gave a huge shudder at that brief contact, and I got so excited that I almost came. Since I generally pride myself on my endurance, I knew there had to be something to this, something that needed to be investigated further.
I thought about leaving Maddie’s pants on, but that wasn’t an option because I was even more desperate to fuck her. So I peeled them off, taking note of the scent of leather that wafted from her skin mixed with that of the honey flowing from her pussy. I breathed it in and became more aroused, so I buried my nose in her cleavage, which was exposed due to the V neck of her tight leather vest. Then my hands moved to her tits, kneading them through the stiff garment, which seemed to mold itself to my fingers. Her hands followed mine, assuming that I’d want the vest off, but I stopped her before she could undo any buttons.
Feeling overwhelmed by all sorts of new sensations, I got into position between her parted thighs, my hard on leading the way. My crown bumped against her leg as I moved, and feeling the difference between her supple skin and the unyielding material of her top thrilled me so much that I let out a noise that was both instinctive and primal. It didn’t go unnoticed by Maddie, who commented that she’d never seen me so aroused as I speared her pussy and began thrusting into her with wild abandon.
I nuzzled the nape of her neck as I fucked her, breathing in the aromas of female musk and leather. Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, Maddie pulled me into her even deeper and pumped her hips to meet my inward strokes. As our bodies crashed together, her muscles pulsed around my shaft and she gasped into my ear, spurring me on with both her actions and noises. Then I affixed my mouth to hers, and our tongues tangled together until I broke the kiss to lower my head again. This time I buried my nose in her d colletage, feeling her vest scrape against my face as I sucked its perfume through my nostrils.
Suddenly overcome by a curiosity that was too intense to control, I stuck out my tongue. First I lapped at Maddie’s flesh, relishing the flavor of female sweat tinged with the residual tang of leather. Then I explored further, pulling open her vest to suck on one of her tits, which had spent most of the day pressed against this material. Sighing loudly, she arched her back and the pliant orb flattened against my lips. I spent the next few minutes nibbling on her ripe nipple as I unremittingly sank my prick into her cunt however, a tiny voice that came from deep inside me kept begging for more.
Eventually breaking contact with her breast, I did what my heart and my cock wanted me to do. I stuck out my tongue again, but now I lightly skimmed her vest with it. My mouth watered, so I did it again, this time taking a broader lap of her garment. Its flavor was spicy and potent, and quickly, I was like a man possessed. As I licked my girlfriend’s vest, I began to hammer into her cunt so hard that she clutched my head and started yelping.
Maddie’s muscles tightened around my prick as she came, but I was driving into her so hard and fast that penetration was never an issue. She was obviously overjoyed her head was thrashing back and forth on a pillow but despite being more impassioned than ever before, I wasn’t quite ready to reach my own climax. Spurred on by the scent, taste and feel of leather, I kept burrowing into Maddie’s pussy, and it was then I knew I would never experience sex the same way after that day. Without this very special and now very necessary element, it wouldn’t seem complete.
That realization was mind blowing, and the contents of my balls started churning. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer so I slowed my pace a little, but after a few more short, deep strokes, the floodgates burst wide open. An explosion of white hot cream painted my girlfriend’s insides as I kept my face pressed against her stiff black leather vest, shuddering and shaking in her unyielding embrace.
That afternoon had taught me something about myself and my sexuality, something I needed to explore. While Maddie didn’t exactly share my erotic fixation with the look, feel, taste and odor of leather, she knew it was important to me and indulged my newfound fetish. She’d buy suede dresses that I’d run my hands over when we went out dancing, forcing us to sneak into the club’s bathroom for furtive sex in a stall. Hell, just the thought of one particularly tight skirt pushed up to expose her pantyless cunt is giving me a hard on right now! Then, for Christmas, I bought her leather gloves, and she’d pull out my prick while I was driving to give me handjobs that were so intense I had to start keeping a box of tissues in my car.
In addition, I began stockpiling my own collection of leather garments, including jackets, pants and gloves. I even had a buckskin key fob that I’d keep in my pocket when I was on business trips and had to wear a suit. I would rub it between my fingers, releasing the natural oils, before bringing my digits to my nose to breathe in the scent that never failed to get my engine running.
Maddie and I lasted a while, but we eventually grew apart, which is what brought me to that shop. It hadn’t been open long, so I was super excited as I hopped on my Harley and rode over. And so, as Norah watched from a short distance, I browsed for a while before finally picking out a new motorcycle jacket to check out further, because the one I was wearing had seen better days. I also grabbed a few other things to try on that I had no intention of buying I just wanted to feel them against my skin.
Norah set me up in a dressing room, where I took off the clothes I’d been wearing, except for my white t shirt and boxers, and then stepped into a pair of trousers. I love how new leather feels stiff and a little scratchy before it’s broken in, and these pants were no exception. They were also more fitted than the ones I normally wore, and at first I had trouble accommodating my still turgid member. But I soon got everything squared away, so I zipped up and checked myself out in the mirror.
My pulse raced as I looked at my reflection. The pants fit me like a glove, clinging to my legs as they gently cradled my cock and balls. I loved the snugness against my ass, and the way the new material creaked slightly when I moved. It didn’t take long to decide that not only would I be buying them, I was going to wear them out of the store. Then, as I started to shrug on the jacket, I heard Norah’s voice from the other side of the fitting room door.
“Everything okay in there?” she inquired, and I had to clear my throat before I said I was fine, afraid my hoarse voice might belie my arousal. “Let me see,” she insisted, and since I assumed that her interest was in making a sale, I took a deep breath and joined her in the small space outside of the fitting room stall, which was equipped with a three panel mirror.
I did a double take when I first saw her. She’d taken off her jacket, so now I could clearly see the contrast of the shiny crimson dress against her milky white chest and shoulders. In addition, she had put on a pair of elbow length black kid gloves, one of which was, incredibly, reaching out to me. First she smoothed the flipped up collar of my jacket, and then she slowly trailed her fingers over the taut cotton of my t shirt, all the way to my burgeoning crotch. My prick, sandwiched between my pant leg and thigh, began throbbing wildly as she traced its outline with a leather clad digit.
My body tensed, and I glanced toward the front of the store. “Don’t worry, it’s locked,” she said in a throaty whisper as she stepped closer to fondle my balls. Pressing her body against mine, she gently squeezed my family jewels, and I reveled in the leather on leather contact. Then, unable to refrain, I dropped my head to her chest and breathed in deeply.
Norah’s skin smelled faintly of talcum powder, but the overriding scent was that of the soft inner hide of her recently discarded jacket. After placing a series of kisses on her warm, redolent flesh, I grew bolder and stuck out my tongue to taste her. “Oh, yeah,” I groaned from deep in my throat, a noise that was brought on by the hand massaging my package as well as the much loved flavor. Noting my excitement, the sexy shopgirl urged my head down to the front of her dress. Tentatively, I rubbed my cheek against the stiff, shiny material, not knowing where she’d draw the line.
As I pressed my face against my partner’s leather clad breasts, she let go of my cock, reached for my asscheeks and pulled me in even closer. Then she began grinding her cunt against my groin, and I could hear the rasp of her dress against my pants as she pressed her mouth againt my ear. Then, her hot breath at my skin, she uttered the four most magical words that I’d ever heard: “Go ahead, lick it.”
Excited and amazed, I stuck out my tongue and skimmed it lightly over the top of her bodice. Then, growing bolder, I flattened it and took a broad lap along the rise of one tit. Threading her kid covered fingers through my hair, Norah held my head fixedly against her bosom, and the combination of sensations was such a turn on that I feared I might come in the trousers I had yet to pay for. I relayed this concern to her, my voice muffled against her ample chest, and she replied, “Well, there’s only one solution.” Then, after letting go of my head, she popped open my fly.
My cock sprang up as she pushed the pants and my boxers down over my ass. She appraised my erection for a moment before wrapping her gloved fingers around the shaft, and I couldn’t help choking out an epithet at feeling the silky soft hide on my sensitive flesh. Then, when she tightened her grip and started pumping the loose skin up and down, my hips automatically pumped back and forth, as though possessing a will of their own.
For a moment, I just fucked Norah’s leather sheathed fist, my buttocks clenching and unclenching as I resumed licking the leather covered expanse of her tits. With my hands encircling her narrow waist, I inhaled the heady scent of leather that rose from her garments, activated by the heat of her body. Then I detected something else: the unmistakable odor of female musk. Suddenly, I was desperate to sink my cock into her, so I let go of her waist and hiked her tight dress up over her hips.
It didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t wearing panties in fact, I was downright thrilled. So there was nothing impeding me from running two fingers along her dripping wet slit, and Norah nodded her approval, gasping loudly when I made contact with her lust swollen clit. When I brought my drenched digits to my mouth to suck off the tangy juices, she looked me right in the eye before imploring, “Fuck me.” I must have reflected too long on how similar the salty, slightly spicy flavor of pussy was to that of leather, because this time, she insistently demanded, “C’mon, fuck me now.”
The pants still binding my thighs didn’t make it easy, but I managed to turn us around and back her against the middle of the three paneled mirror. Then, as I bent my knees slightly, Norah took hold of my upward pointing dick and positioned it at her moist center. Finally, after her labia had enveloped my cockhead, I thrust up into her, piercing her cunt like an arrow as she secured her arms around my neck.
She clung to me tightly for support as I grasped her ass and hoisted her up so I could sink into her even deeper. Next she squeezed her legs around my waist, her thighs contracting so hard that I could feel them trembling against my sides. Then she kissed me, smearing her bright red lipstick all over my mouth, before lowering her head to the part of my collarbone that was exposed by the motorcycle jacket.
Norah worked her fingers into the neck of my t shirt as she licked and sucked at the patch of bared flesh, as turned on by the scent and taste of leather as I was. Feeling her gloves moving over my back and shoulders as I drove into her pussy made me even more incensed. Soon my prick was flying in and out of her slickness, the shaft sticky with her juices. I was huffing and puffing, and was rewarded by a nose full of animal hide and human lust with every breath that I took.
If that weren’t enough stimulation, I reopened my eyes and discovered we were surrounded by leather clad couples, all of them fucking. No one had joined us it was our reflection in each of the three panels of the mirror, and I drank in the sight of the black pants inching down toward my ankles and my partner’s red dress bunched up over her thighs and creamy white asscheeks. Never breaking stride, I pumped into her with a quick but steady rhythm, my balls flapping beneath my length as my crown started pulsating. Then Norah ripped her mouth from my neck, threw back her head and let out a whimper. It was clear that she was on the cusp of orgasm I could feel her inner walls closing in around my dick so I set a plan of attack to join her, starting with lowering my face back to her heaving chest.
I buried my nose in her cleavage and breathed in deeply as I lapped at her leather spiced flesh. Then I sank my fingers into her asscheeks to keep her steady as her body began quaking. Somehow, amidst all this, she managed to push down her bodice, baring one of her large breasts, so I moved my lips to her nipple and sucked it hungrily. Immediately, she let out a piercing cry as her thighs locked tightly around my waist, and all I could do was stand there buried inside her, with no room to continue rocking my hips back and forth. However, that wasn’t necessary, because the palpitations of her cunt combined with the sight, sound, smell and feel of the leather had me at my own peak in a hurry.
Norah’s entire body was shaking but she managed to maintain her grip on me as I came. As she whispered encouraging words into my ear, the contents of my balls began flooding her cunt. My shaft pulsed in the throbbing grip of her canal as cream surged from the slit in my crown. I panted against her neck, thinking I was done, but she reached down and merely grazed my sac with a kid glove covered finger, and just like that I released one final blast of semen.
That last salvo depleted me of what little energy I had remaining, leaving me no choice but to let her down. She slid gingerly off of my deflating prick, and then I watched her in the mirror as she pulled up her bodice and smoothed down her skirt. Glancing at my own reflection, I grinned sheepishly at the sight of the sweat and come stained leather pants that technically weren’t mine yet. “Don’t worry,” Norah said. “Consider them payment for services rendered.” As I pulled them up and tucked in my shirt, she explained that she not only worked at the shop, she owned it, because of how much she loved leather, and for all the same reasons that I did. It was then I knew I’d met my match, and I’m now happy to be a part of a relationship that’s as strong as leather.