Leather and Lust

Now, those of you who enjoy reading my stories will know I’m usually a give and take kind of girl. I like sex to be equal, and for me to be able to give pleasure as much as I like to receive it. However a few years ago, I met someone who unlocked something dark within me that I didn’t know was there, and to this day I still think about it.

It started when a bin lorry clipped my wing mirror and I took it to Harry’s garage to be fixed. I’d known Harry from childhood, when he looked after my dad’s car, so I trusted him implicitly. He’d hurt his wrist, so he asked Jamie, his young apprentice to take a look at my car while Harry and I leaned against a table, drinking tea, eating Hob Nobs and chatting about his grandkids. All very normal, until something out of this world happened.

I heard a motorbike engine and someone rode into the garage. As soon as he stopped the bike and got off, I took a sharp intake of breath. I’d always had a thing about that rockabilly, greaser type look, and he was this personified. He wore a vintage motorbike helmet, tight black leather biker jacket and leather trousers. When he took the helmet off, it was even better. He was gorgeous. No more than thirty five, his black hair slicked back from its widow’s peak, dark eyes looking out from a hooded brow, and he had a brooding, pouting mouth. He wasn’t much taller than me, maybe 5’9 or 5’10 but what he lacked in height, he made up in sex appeal. In fact he was like a compact bundle of sex, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Eddie I’d like you to meet my old friend Dixie,” Harry said. “Dixie, this is Eddie. I’ve taken him on to service the motorbikes.”

How I stopped myself from saying he could service me any time, I did not know. Instead I just mumbled a pathetic hello.

“Alright,” he said in a gruff, cockney accent. He walked out of the garage to the yard outside, unzipping his jacket and peeling it off. Underneath he was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt, and the capped sleeves showed his muscular arms, and as he lit his cigarette, I could see he had strong hands. Fucking hell, I was so wet it was dripping down my leg.

“Put your tongue away, Dixie,” Harry laughed.

“Is he single?”

“Far as I know.”

“Wow.”

The phone in Harry’s office upstairs, started to ring and he excused himself and left. I watched as Eddie stubbed out his cigarette and knelt down next to another bike that was on the forecourt. He was doing something to the wheel, his long, strong fingers gripping and pulling at it. I had to talk to him. It was no use. I went outside and ran my hand over the leather seat of the bike.

“I’ve always wanted to ride a motorbike,” I said. “But I’m too scared.”

He looked up at me, that look of contempt not leaving his face, but he made no attempt to hide those almost black eyes wandering to my chest and back up again.

“Scared of what?” he asked.

“Falling off. I like the idea of danger, but I get scared.”

He stood up. Despite being no more than an inch taller than me, he was so manly and had so much presence, I felt myself shrink. Under the daylight, the t-shirt became almost see through and I could see the outline of his dark nipples. God I wanted him to throw me on the floor and fuck me senseless.

“Maybe you need to take a risk.”

I was so turned on, I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry. I felt like an idiot.

“How about I take you for a spin after work?”

“That would be great.”

“Alright, see you about six.”

“Yes. Should I wear leather?”

He subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth and ran his hand through his hair.

“That would be lovely.”

“Okay.”

Jamie called me to tell me my car was ready. I tore myself away from Eddie and drove home. I wasn’t sure how I concentrated, I was so turned on that all the blood seemed to have drained away from my brain into my groin. As soon as I got in I ran up to my bedroom, took out my bullet vibrator and wanked myself off. As the vibrations pulsated through me I imagined myself on the bike with Eddie. Riding in front of him, his hand down the front of my trousers, rubbing my clit until I came….

Masturbation only worked so far. I needed more. I couldn’t wait until tonight. I knew he didn’t just want to take me for a spin. I’d seen that look on a man’s face more than enough times. Eddie wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him.

That night I wore my skin-tight black leather trousers, a white blouse with a lacy black bra underneath, and my black biker jacket. I slicked my curls into a long, plait. I wanted to look sexy and powerful, because I got the feeling Eddie would get off on wanting to have power over a dominant woman.

By the time I arrived at the garage, he was the only one there. He was now wearing skin tight blue jeans, a clean white jacket and a black, vintage biker jacket. The jeans were so tight I could clearly see his bulge. He dressed to the right, something I rarely encountered. I could even see the faint outline of his cock. Fucking hell I wanted it in my mouth.

“You look amazing,” he said.

“So do you.”

I couldn’t stop staring at him. I glanced down and saw he was getting hard. The length of it now running down across the front of his trousers.

“Come here,” he said.

I stumbled forward so we stood face to face. He lifted his hands and grasped my tits, running his thumbs over my nipples, which hardened painfully against the lace of my bra.

“Oh my God!” I gasped.

He let go of me.”

“Take the blouse and bra off.”

He walked off and pressed the button that shut the door to the garage. With fumbling fingers, I practically ripped off my blouse, and was shaking so much it was a struggle to undo my bra. Once they were off I put them to one side and stood bare-chested, my nipples rock hard from both desire and the cold air. Eddie came back to me, that snarl never leaving his face. He grabbed me roughly, dipping his head and taking my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked it, gently nipping the end with his teeth. It was so pleasurable I gave a guttural moan and reached out to grab his shoulders because it felt as though my legs were going from under me. Eddie moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, at the same time running his fingertips down my bare back. I was so wet and my pussy ached so much, I was sure I was going to come there and then. Without thinking, I wrapped my right leg around him, trying to grind myself against him for relief.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

He pulled away from me and grabbed my hand and pulled me up the few stairs to Harry’s office. I was expecting him to throw me across the desk, rip my trousers down and fuck me. But instead he coolly took his jacket off, draping it over the back of the chair and leaned against the desk, looking up at me with that smirk. His chest rose and fell heavily and the bulge in his jeans was huge. His face may have appeared that he was in control, but his body was saying something different. He glanced down to his cock then looked at me, telling me what he wanted me to do.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, first,” he said.

Without a word, I stripped naked. Not once taking my eyes off him while he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his big, thick cock out. He held it at the base and looked at me.

“On your knees,” he said.

I did as he told me and dropped down, kneeling before him, resting my hands on his thighs and took him in my mouth. He gave a low moan  and I sucked him hard, running my tongue across the head, making him gasp, giving me a thrill to throw him off guard a little. He regained control by wrapping my plait tight in his fist and moving my head up and down. I didn’t usually like a man controlling me like this, but Eddie was so unbelievable sexy and domineering, it just added to the excitement. I glanced up and saw he was watching my mouth going up and down on his cock, a look of deep concentration on his face. I felt so passive, like he was using me for his own pleasure, not caring about me. I should have been disgusted but it was so arousing, my pussy was pulsating and I was as wet as fuck.

He pulled my head away, his cock all red and wet, close to my face.

“Down on all fours,” he growled. Without question I did as he said and knelt on the floor, propping myself up on my elbows, my arse in the air. I felt him move away from the desk and kneel behind me. He grasped my hips and entered me roughly, pushing his full length into me, thrusting deeply, grinding into me. Then he stopped and pulled nearly all the way out, making me yell in frustration. I tried to push myself back against him but he held my hips so I couldn’t move.

“Fuck me!” I begged him. “Please fuck me.”

“What like this?”

He slowly moved the tip of his cock in and out of me and whilst it felt nice, I wanted him all the way inside me, fucking me hard.

“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck me hard and make me come.”

“Like this?”

He pulled my hips back so he rammed right into me. I cried out in pleasure and he thrust deeply in me. I felt like such a slut. He made me feel like a slut. Feeling bad for wanting him to fuck me hard….it was too much. I came, my arms collapsing so I was face down on the floor, my hot tender nipples brushing the cold, stone floor. I bucked against him, hearing his faint moans over my own cries of pleasure. He was coming, I could feel it.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and I felt the hot cum spurt all over my back. I flopped face down onto the floor, not caring about the cold. I was exhausted. I lay there and listened to Eddie get to his feet and do up his jeans and belt.

I managed to sit up, and he reached across the desk and got a packet of wet wipes that Harry kept on there. He passed them to me.

“Clean yourself up.”

I used the wipes to clean the spunk off my back, while Eddie took a packet of Camel cigarettes from his back pocket.

“Do you smoke?” he asked.

“Not anymore.”

He lit one for himself, looking like James Dean as he stood there all cool, smoking. The only give away he’d had sex being he sweat that was covering his neck and chest, the strands of black hair dropping down onto his forehead.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “You in the habit of fucking total strangers?”

“If they turn me on, yeah. Life’s too short to deny yourself pleasure.”

“Have you ever been to a sex club?”

“No.”

“Do you want to go to one?”

“Now?”

“Why not? I know a place in Kennington. It caters for just about every taste.”

I finally got to my feet and stood next to him. I couldn’t take my eyes of those angry, pouting lips, sucking on the cigarette in between his long slim fingers. I’d love to feel those fingers inside me. I realised we’d had sex and yet we’d never even kissed. I loved kissing, and normally I would have taken the cigarette from his mouth and kissed him anyway, but I felt Eddie wouldn’t like that. He clearly wanted full control.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked.

He put the cigarette in an ashtray and came and stood in front of me. I withered under his intense gaze, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. He slipped his hand round the back of my neck and pulled me to him. Our lips met, his tongue forcing mine open. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back, our tongues intertwining, our teeth clashing. Somehow this felt more intimate than the sex we’d had.

He pulled away and moved his mouth to my neck, kissing it, running his lips back up to my earlobe and nipping it between his teeth. I started to get turned on again. My nipples hardened against his chest, I started to caress his back, feeling the hard muscles moving. I fantasied about making love to him. Not like this. Properly making love, gently and passionately, breaking down those barriers he had put up.

He pulled away and looked at me, smiling for once. It was lopsided and too cute for his mean face. No wonder he didn’t do it very often.

“Come on, get dressed, we’ll take the bike to the club.”

Riding on the motorbike with him was another erotic experience. I sat behind him, my legs either side of his slim hips and my arms wrapped around his waist. I could feel the vibration of the engine beneath me, and as I was already turned on, it just stimulated me all the more. I felt a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of going to the sex club. I’d never had sex in front of other people, and I didn’t like the thought of swapping partners or watching Eddie have sex with someone else. I confess I do have a jealous streak, and even if a guy is only mine for a night, I don’t want him fucking someone else. But, I’d thrown caution to the wind and agreed to come to this place with Eddie and I had to go with the flow.

The club was in a townhouse close to Kennington tube station. It looked so ordinary on the outside, but as soon as you went inside, it was like stepping into a labyrinth. People were wandering from room to room, and from one I could hear an old electro tune from the 80s pumping out. There were people standing on the stairs talking, dressed in leather or latex. From one of the rooms emerged a middle aged man in a business suit, leading a naked girl with a lead and collar on. I felt a rush of excitement to be here. Like it was a place where your fantasies came true and I had the feeling it was never spoken about outside those four walls.

Eddie took my hand and led me up the stairs past the other people. He pulled me into a huge room at the front of the house. The lights were dim, apart from a few pink neon lights in the floor, making everyone seem a bit demonic. I noticed movement in one of the corners and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realised it was a couple having sex. A tall black man was fucking a white girl who was pressed against a wall.  In another corner a man dressed in a gimp suit was getting a blow job off a girl. I sensed there were other people in there too, because the moans and grunts were cacophonous but it was so difficult to see properly.

“Do you trust me?” Eddie suddenly said, turning me to face him, gripping my shoulders with his strong hands.

“Yes.” I said this, although I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I did, but that added to the excitement. I truly didn’t know what was going to happen next. From his jeans pocket he took a black and white bandana and instinct told me what he was going to do. I hated being blindfolded because it took away my control and I went to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t. As he stared into my eyes, he was willing me to accept him and I stood there passive, letting him turn me around and place the bandana over my eyes, tying it at the back of my head. The sudden blindness came as a jolt and made me more aware of my other senses. The sound of people’s cries and moans, the thud of music coming from other rooms, the smell of bodies, the feel of Eddie close behind me..

He manoeuvred me forwards, then turned me around so my back was against a wall. I felt him unbuttoning my blouse. He pulled it open, then lifted my bra up so my boobs were exposed. He gripped them tightly, pushing them together, sucking hard on one nipple, then the other, and back again. Each suck caused a jolt of pleasure to go down to my pussy, making my clit swell and throb. I held onto Eddie’s shoulders to keep my balance, my body buckling.

He let go of my tits and slid down my body. I felt him undo my trousers and pull them down to my knees. He stood back up and pressed himself against me, letting me feel him hot and hard, bulging through his jeans. I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead he roughly shoved his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit quickly and with no tenderness whatsoever. Within moments I felt myself coming. I clung to him, laying my head on his shoulder, screaming down his ear while my body bucked and squirmed. I continued to hold onto him as the sensations subsided as it still felt as though I was going to collapse.

With an unusual tenderness, he helped me up and took the blindfold off. I had to blink to adjust to the weird light, and I looked around and saw that people were standing around watching us. Some transfixed, a couple of the men tossing themselves off. I didn’t know whether to bow or run out of the room in embarrassment. I was just glad I would never have to see any of these people again!

“Pull your things up,” Eddie said, and I quickly pulled my trousers and pants up, leaving my blouse open and my tits exposed. Eddie took my hand and pulled me from the room, up another flight of stairs to the next floor. There were three rooms and two of them had closed doors, but one was ajar. He pushed it open and switched on the light. I’d been expecting some elaborate sex room, but instead all it contained was an old fashioned single bed with a metal frame. It was only as I looked closer I realised there were two leather handcuffs hanging from the headboard.

Eddie shut the door, locking it, then turned and looked at me. His eyes were heavy with lust, sweat was soaking through his t-shirt and strands of hair were falling onto his forehead. He was so fucking gorgeous. Right at that moment, all I wanted was that big cock deep inside me.

He walked up to me and undressed me, so I stood naked and vulnerable before him while he was still fully-clothed and in control.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

I did as he told me, lying flat on my back. He climbed upon me, kneeling over me. He took each of my wrists and secured them in the leather handcuffs, fastening the buckles tight so I couldn’t get out of them. Now he could do whatever he wanted to me. He looked me in the eye and undid his jeans. Kneeling further up, he told me to open my mouth, and I did so without question. He lowered his cock down between my lips. I clamped my mouth shut instinctively and sucked him while he held onto the headboard groaning. I longed to touch him, I wanted to hold onto his tight backside, or cup his balls, but instead I was helpless while he took pleasure from humiliating me.

He stopped before he came and pulled himself out of my mouth. He climbed off me and went to the side of the bed. He took hold of my left ankle and pulled my leg down the side of the bed, and it was then I realised there were straps attached to it. He secured my ankle with the leather strap, then went to the other side of the bed and did the same thing. Now I was spreadeagled and helpless. I was so turned on my clit was throbbing and must have been sticking out from my pussy lips. Eddie knelt between my legs and started to lick me. It felt exquisite, causing me to cry out, straining at my restraints.

He was surprisingly tender. Slipping the tip of his fingers inside me, pressing and rubbing me while his tongue lightly flicked over the head of my clit until I couldn’t take anymore. I came, and it was all the more intense given I could hardly move. The only sound I could hear were my own cries and the noise of the bed as my hips violently bucked up and down.

Eddie climbed up and knelt upwards, taking off his t-shirt. I gasped at the sight of his taught, tanned body, a patch of dark hair in the middle. His nipples were dark pink and hard. How I longed to suck them and reduce him to a quivering wreck, begging me to fuck him. On the top of his left arm was a tattoo of the West Ham logo, and this just added to his roughness.

He positioned himself over me and held onto the headboard. I was so wet he practically fell inside me. I looked up at his face. I wanted to watch him come. He hadn’t given me that privilege back at the garage. Watching a man’s face as he lost himself to ecstasy was one of the horniest things in my book. As he pounded away at me, that snarl at last left his face. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open. He cried out, his head flinging back and he came inside me. He fell upon me with a gasp, and with fumbling hands, he undid the handcuffs, then flopped back down again. That female instinct to nurture kicked in and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him. My legs were still spread wide and shackled, and it was uncomfortable, but it was good to relax and take stock of the situation.

Tonight had been insane and Eddie was an amazing shag but I felt no emotional connection to him. He’d been an experience I would never forget but I wasn’t sure this was something I wanted to do too often. I liked a man to me rough with me, but I wasn’t really into public sex. I got the feeling this was his thing, how he liked to unwind, and good for him, but it wasn’t really for me.

“That was amazing,” I said. “I take it you come here often?”

“I love it here,” he grumbled sleepily. “Great sex with no emotions. I knew as soon as I met you that you wouldn’t be scared to come here.”

“It was great.” I laughed. “But my hips are really hurting now.”

“Oh, sorry.”

He got off me and undid each shackle. My hip bones hurt as I lifted my legs back onto the bed. Eddie sat beside me and lit a cigarette.

“I love new experiences,” I said. “And this has been one of the most exciting of my life. To be honest, I’m not usually submissive.”

“I guessed that. You were a challenge.”

“And did I rise to it?”

“Very much so.”

We chatted for a while longer. Now with all the testosterone back to normal levels, he softened a little, opening up to me and telling me he’d got married as a teenager and his wife had left him for another man and it had made him scared of relationships. I told him I wasn’t looking for anything steady as I was still finding my way. He seemed to accept that and I was glad he didn’t want anything more.

We dressed and left the club. Eddie gave me a lift home on his motorbike. We parted with a kiss outside my street door, and when he hugged me, he held on a bit longer than he should. He might have been a brute, but something told me under that that, he was looking for affection.