She grasped my dick on top of her other hand. She slid them back-to-back, up and down my cock. She jerked my long dick with both hands as I laid strapped to this wooden table. She went at a slow, steady motion, rubbing her leather hands around my cock. I needed her on me. She took complete control over me. She controlled my every moan and moved with her warm oil. She pulled her hands off and climbed on top of me. She rubbed the hot oil on my chest, greasing me from my cock to my collar bone. She trailed her fingers in circles around my pecks. She made large circles around my belly button. She reached down below her and drug the leather across my thighs. The squeak from the leather on my skin made my dick twitch under her. She stepped forward on her knees and grabbed my cock. She grabbed it and laid it flat before leaning down and dragging her clit back and forth on it. She was grinding her panties all over my cock. It was taking the oil she had just put on. I could feel her wetness seeping through her panties. She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. She sucked a little on my bottom lip. She kissed my mouth, pulling my lips up into hers. My dick moved under her wet panties. She felt it twitching and climbed off of me. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled something from the drawer. A small, black pocket pussy sat on the table beside me. She pulled out the same bottle from earlier and poured it into the small, silicone hole. My wrists and ankles were still squeezed tight in the leather cuffs. She took the pocket pussy and slid it down the length of my penis. It felt tight, squeezing around my cock. The oil made it slide up and down with ease. She slowly moved up and down, twirling it in circles around my cock. She moved it quicker, twisting and turning it around me. She got faster and faster, moving the cock holder up and down. I tugged at my ankles in the leather straps. The leather bit into my flesh, making the buckles rattle against the table. She started jerking my dick harder and faster. The sloshing of the oil in the pocket pussy moved around, getting warmer and faster. I started to feel my cock tingle with cum. It prickled against me, making my stomach clench tight. I huffed out, about to cum. She pulled it off of me and sat it on the table beside me. She grabbed her leather whip and started rubbing it against my legs. I wanted to cum. My stomach ached with the urge to orgasm on her. She grabbed the pocket pussy and pushed it down on the tip of my dick. She kept it around the tip and circled it around. She bobbed it up and down the tip of my cock. She kept it on the tip, moving up and down slowly on it. It was barely on my cock, just moving and milking it. I started breathing heavy as I felt it build up in my shaft. I wriggled under her, trying to press my cock into the pocket pussy. She pushed it down, swallowing my whole cock up. She pulled it up and down quick, jerking my dick back and forth. She jerked me off until I shouted, “I’m going to cum”! She pulled it off quick and started sucking my dick. Her tongue slid around my oily member, sucking it clean. She polished it with her lips and tongue until I was shooting cum high up into her mouth. It was being swallowed down her throat as she kept sucking and fucking me with her mouth. She wrapped her lips tight around me, pulling the cum from the bottom of my cock to the tip. She sucked every drop out of the tip before coming off and laying my limp dick across my pubes. She stood up and walked over to the cabinet, hanging up the whip. She turned and smiled at me. “Stay” she said, before turning and walking out the door.
Chapter Two – Female Domination
I sat in our conference meeting, playing with my pen as our boss talked about the sales statistics from last week. We were up so everyone was in a good mood. Meanwhile I was almost bored to tears. My coworker, Paul, sat beside me. He kicked me under the table and pointed to his notebook. “Beers” it asked? I scribbled a large yes on my notes and shoved it towards him. We were off after this meeting and looking to enjoy the weekend. I sighed, waiting for our boss to stop talking. “Alright, I’ll see you all Monday” he said, gathering his paperwork. I stood up and grabbed my notebook and the pen I was playing with. It was on the table. It wasn’t mine, but I liked it, so I put it with my notebook and headed over to my desk. “Let’s go bitch” Paul said, elbowing me as I reached my desk. I sat down my things and picked up my briefcase. I logged out of my computer and headed for the elevator. I saw the new girl by the water fountain. “Have a good weekend” I said, brushing my hand on her lower back. “You too” she said with a smile. Paul came up just in time for the elevator doors to ding and open. We stepped in and hit the button for the parking garage. “She’s a hot piece of ass” he said, looking at her as the doors closed. “She is. I want to get with that” I said, chuckling.
We stopped at the parking garage and stepped out to head to our cars. “Hey” I said, stopping Paul. “Follow me” I said. “I have a new bar I found. I wanna try it out” I said, walking to my car. “Sure” he said, continuing his walk to his car. I got in my car and turned it on, setting my brief case down into the floorboard. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my email to find the address from my boss. I clicked it, sending it through to my GPS again. It pulled up a thirty-two-minute route. I looked behind me and saw Paul driving up to follow me. Perfect timing. I buckled my seat belt, put my car in reverse, and headed out of my parking space.
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We pulled up to the bar, parking around the side in the concrete lot. I looked over at the brick house I had spent my time the other day. I remembered Caramel and her BDSM torture to me. She had strapped me to a wooden table with leather cuffs and fucked my dick until I was shooting cum into her throat. She was teasing and edging me. My dick came alive, thinking about how she treated me. Paul stepped out of his car and walked over to me. “Cool place” he said, walking around the front of my car. I stepped out and chirped the lock, placing my keys back in my pocket. We walked in and sat in a booth down the left wall. A cute, young waitress walked up to us. “What can I get you guys” she asked? “Two beers” I said, raising up the number two with my fingers. “You got it” she said, turning to walk away. “So how did you find the place” Paul asked, looking around? “Actually, Allen showed me” I said, thinking about whether or not to tell him about my time next door. “That’s odd” he said, giving me a funny look. “Well . . .” I trailed off. “What do you have going on” he chuckled? I looked across the street. “So, before I left work on Tuesday, Allen stopped by my desk and told me to check my email. It was late but you know I almost always stay late. Well there was an address in it, and it said to use his name” I explained. “Here” he asked? “No, across the street” I motioned towards the house with my head. “What is it” he asked? He was searching out the window for a clue as to what it could be. “A whore house” I said, hushed in my voice. “What” he screamed, looking all around outside. “Shut the fuck up man” I said, looking around. “Let’s go” he said, his eyes were wild with excitement. “I’m glad you’re so enthused, but I think you have to have reservations or something” I said, taking a sip of my beer that the waitress had sat at the edge of the table. “One way to find out” he said with a smirk.
We finished our beers and left a tip for the cute waitress. As much as I was intrigued about the house next door, I wanted her to remember me. We stepped out into the brisk night air and started across the street. We waited as a car passed, before crossing and walking up the sidewalk to the house. He knocked, eagerly, on the red door. It opened slightly. “Name” she asked? “Matthews” I said, around Paul’s back. She opened it wide and motioned us in. “Nice to see you’re a returning customer” she said, smiling at me. Paul whooped with excitement and hit me on the arm. We walked into the large living room where the girls were line along the wall like last time. They were all in lacey bra and panties. One hand straps connecting to her underwear with small, black bows. She had long, tall, leather black boots that reached over her knee. Another had long blonde hair tied up in a tight bun on the top of her head. The madam was wearing a tight-fitting jumpsuit, completely blue with a long white necklace. She wore tall, white heels to match. Caramel walked out from the back hallway. She had on leather shorts and a fish net tank top over a see-through black bra. She smiled at me, walking up to me and planting a long kiss on my mouth. “Nice to see you again” she said, before turning to walk over to her wall with the other girls. “Holy shit” Paul said, looking at them. “Can I choose” he said, looking at the madam? “Of course,” she said. “I want you” he said, pointing to the blonde with the top knot. She motioned for him to follow her and the disappeared upstairs.
“Hello again” I said, walking over to Caramel. She smiled and clicked her heels on the floor as she turned to take me down the long hallway. We reached her door in the back corner of the house and walked in, letting it shut behind us. I shook with excitement. I wonder what she had planned for me. She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a leather collar with a matching leash. “Naked, now” she said, pointing to my clothes. I quickly undressed, tripping as I pulled my socks off. I stood in front of her, completely naked, as she started to walk around me. She looked me up and down. “What shall I do with you” she asked, running the leash through her hands? “Down” she said, pointing to the floor. I slumped to the floor, setting on my feet on the ground. She wrapped the collar around me and clicked the leash on. She pulled it tight, then tugged for me to follow her. I leaned forward and got on my hands and knees. She jerked for me to crawl behind her. I felt so used. I felt abused. I loved every minute of it. She was making me her bitch and my dick was starting to get hard and in attention for her. She walked to the edge of the bed and looped the leash around the bed post. She walked away, leaving me waiting. I was tied up to the bed post. She walked beside me and rattled something behind me. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts in my face and pulled my hands up to the post underneath the bed. She clicked handcuffs around the pole, then onto my wrists. She sat on the bed in front of me and pulled her panties off. She was showing her perfectly shaven, light brown pussy to me. Her black skin tones were a beautiful caramel color under these lights. I understood her name.