Ladies Night at the Leather Bar Ch. 02

We both smiled, lifted a shot glass to return my new future fuck mate's toasting motion. The guy at the table was sitting close to a younger man I would learn was his boyfriend. We did the same toast to him. I would later find out, to both my and Chloe's delight, that they were very much in love, but were both tops. This presented intriguing possibilities, to say the least.

Suddenly, a man appeared from behind Chloe and wrapped his heavily tatted arm around her. She looked up and smiled wide.

"Henry! It's so good to see you, baby!" She slid her hand into his hair and pulled him in for a ravenous kiss.

Breaking away, she introduced him as the guy who invited her. He was ruggedly handsome, somewhat rough, and dressed all in leather: a harness over chiseled pecs, chaps with a leather banana hammock, and no pants underneath. I liked him immediately.

He gave me a tongue kiss like he had known me forever, "Pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you girls like to see where the real party is?"

In unison, Chloe and I chimed, "Most definitely," and giggled. It was our standard answer when being invited for sins of the flesh.

Henry took us both in hand and led us down the bar. Chloe stopped him when we reached the two lovers who had bought us a drink, and spoke to them.

"I think he's taking us somewhere to fuck us. You guys want to come along?"

Billy, the big guy, and his younger boyfriend Bob exchanged kisses with all of us, and joined our prurient parade. Next stop, the handsome black man at the end of the bar. It was my turn for the invite.

"Hi honey, thank you for the drinks. Can I suck your cock for you to show my appreciation?"

"My goodness, you are such a bold young lady. I like you already."

He melted my heart with his accent. He was British! I became giddy, feeling like I was going to fuck Idris Elba, although he looked more like Morris Chestnut, only blacker. He was as dark as coal, an indication that there was little, if any, race mixing in his ancestry. His bloodline would find no dilution with me, but I lusted to be filled with his little black babies.

He flashed his impossibly white teeth through a broad smile and was immediately on his feet. I saw that he was wearing tight white leather chaps, with a white leather dick pouch which bulged to an unbelievable degree. Slithering his arm around my waist, he introduced himself as Carter Ellison. All these men knew each other, and as a group, we fondled and kissed our way to a double door at the side of the lounge.

Henry swept the doors open and ushered us all into a very large room. The interior was well appointed in a motif of black leather and steel. Multiple couches, chairs and large, high ottomans were scattered about in front of an elevated stage. In one corner stood a pool table, and sex slings hung in three open areas. Massive mirrors dotted the walls and ceiling. A room made for orgies.

Two T-girls were already busy entertaining their gentlemen suitors. I knew one from several parties I'd been to: a cute Asian shemale named Ming, who was stretched on her back across an ottoman, with one biker fucking her hard in the ass, while her head was draped over the other side, being throat fucked by a big hairy bear. The other, a slim Latina, was on the floor, busy riding one cock in a reverse cowgirl, sucking another, while jacking off two more. I love a busy girl - so well coordinated.

I decided to role play that which I appeared to be: a slutty teenage schoolgirl. I took Carter by the hand and led him running towards a sling. Releasing my grip on him, I leapt, grabbing one of the chains holding the sling up and swung myself in a circle. As I came around towards my new buff black BFF, I spread my legs wide, propelling my crotch onto him mid-waist. He caught me easily in his strong, muscled arms as I flew into him, tightly wrapping my legs around him.

Carter held me up as our lips found each other's. God, how this Ebony Adonis could kiss! I experienced a strange 'phantom wetness', wherein my anus felt moist, like a real girl's cunt lubricates itself from desire. Maybe it wasn't actually wet, but my asshole certainly throbbed, aching for him. I hugged him close and snuggled into his neck, whispering in his ear in my sexiest Lauren Bacall girl voice.

"You know... I'm the kind of girl you can fuck in the asshole and the pussy at the same time. Would you think me an awful whore if I told you I needed your cock inside me right now? Right this minute?"

"Oh, Faye... I do so want you to be my whore, but the word 'awful' is antithetical to the very essence of your being. But right now, my dear, I want you to hold on to me with a very tight grip. It's going to get a tad bumpy from here on out."

My heart melted a little every time he spoke: he could make a blowjob and a facial sound like Shakespeare. He let go of me, and I did hold tightly as he used one hand to slide my little white latex thong to the side, as the other lowered his own leather thong. He then raised his palm to my face.

"Spit."

I gathered all I could and expelled a good wad of spit. He then spat onto it as well. With a pool of our saliva mingling in his palm, he reached down, and a moment later, I felt the massive wet head of his penis greet the cratered opening of my anus. I was so glad that I'd had Chloe fist fuck me in the car: not just for the residual lube, but for the dilation as well (and, of course, just because I fucking love it!). He was huge! His cock head caressed my hole, sliding back and forth across my nether lips.

I kissed his neck, wiggled my tongue into his ear, and pleaded softly, "Don't tease me, Carter."

This beautiful man was no tease. He centered his cock, wrapped his arms back around me, and lowered me in one thrust onto him. His length was no less impressive than his girth. He slid so far up into me that I felt that the tip had touched my heart, if not literally, then without a doubt, figuratively. My own rigid penis slid against his flat belly and six-pack abs as he began fucking me.

"Oh my God, Carter! Oh... Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."

I clutched him hard, my arms as tight around his neck as my legs around his waist. He lifted and lowered me, as if my body was a huge Fleshlight he employed to pleasure himself, but the pleasure was all mine. I loved being this man's rag doll, his five foot six cantaloupe smashing up and down on his black granite fuck stick. He was my round peg, and I was his round hole.

I had become oblivious to everything but him. We kissed savagely as he held me up and fucked me. I was aware that he was walking us somewhere. He stopped thrusting, pushed himself all the way into my bowels and firmly grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands, holding me flush against him and I felt us lowering together. He bent his knees and over we went. I was falling backward, but his grip on me was like a vise.

I landed on my back on an ottoman. Science was never my thing, but I think we demonstrated one of Newton's laws when my body came to rest, and his body kept going, albeit only momentarily. His cock plumbed deeper into the depths of my rectum than I would have thought possible, causing me to exhort a loud gasp. He froze, looked into my eyes from an inch away.

"I'm sorry baby... did I hurt you?"

"No no no, sweetie... I'm good. The only way you would hurt me is if you stopped fucking me."

Obviously, he had no desire to hurt me. He had me right where he wanted me: on my back, legs splayed wide open, asshole tilted up and stretched to the hilt by his thick black dick. I looked into his eyes as he fucked me, and it was different. This was no typical gangbang liaison, this was more. It wasn't the same as the magical meeting of Chloe and Sean (which hadn't even happened yet), but it was more than the usual fucking.

I didn't fall in love with him right there, but I felt a special connection, that there would be more to us than just the carnal carnival of the moment. As he thrust himself into me, we gazed into each other's eyes, and there were the fledgling evidences of true emotion. He leaned down for a kiss and his hand wandered to my stiff seven inch rod and stroked me. I had been so entranced that I had all but forgotten about my own hardon (very unlike me).

His lips wandered from mine and he nuzzled my neck, which I turned slightly to allow easier access. That's when I saw what had become of Chloe. She was kneeling on the back of a couch, knees spread obscenely wide, exposing her stretched, puckered little crater of an asshole to the loving tongue of Billy, the older of our two drink buyers, who lapped at it eagerly. Her friend Henry, and Billy's paramour Bob stood behind the couch, alternately fucking her mouth vigorously.

As I watched my friend reveling in her element, a large penis obscured my vision on its way to my lips. Strangely, I had a moment of resentment that this cock would infringe on the intimacy I shared with Carter as he made sweet love to my small intestines and all rectal points in transit. I snapped out of that thought quickly: this was a gangbang after all, and when Carter lifted his lips from my neck and began to lick one side of this new dick, I happily licked the other side.

This was not someone cutting in on Carter, this presented a randy fuck stick for us to share. We were, after all, just a bunch of frenzied homos attending any and all male parts that came our way. No matter what kind of feelings I was developing for my muscled black butt fucker, I carried the unwritten social responsibility of the gangbanged: take on all comers.

Suddenly, Carter groaned and lurched forward, and although I couldn't see, I knew that someone had pierced his own anus with a cock. His frenzied attack on my colon took on a different rhythm as he sawed himself in between me and his unseen butt fucker. A new thrill spread through me, and I relished the thought of fucking his black asshole myself at some point. A real man can take as well as give, and Carter took dick with amazing gusto.

We traded off sucking our shared cock. When Carter engulfed it, I licked down the shaft as his lips descended, chasing me down to our unknown friend's balls. I slurped in first one, then both, filling my mouth with his delicious scrotum in-toto. I pursed my lips hard over the sac and lathered my tongue around the fleshy testicles threatening to invade my gullet. From my position on my back, I could see his flared asshole, and the brand new cock which slipped into it in one smooth motion.

Watching the ass fucking just an inch from my nose, I released my mouth from his balls and licked the underside of this new dick that barebacked the object of Carter's cocksucking. I love having my tongue wedged in that spot where it touched both the rim of his anus and the invading penis as it thrust in and out. This new configuration began to move as one heaving unit, with me as the honored centerpiece.

I couldn't see Chloe anymore, but I could hear her urgently demanding that someone fuck her hard. Apparently Billy, her anal admirer, had graduated from tongue to penis. Sounds of sex echoed off the walls from all corners, and although my view was limited to the hard fucking of the hairy asshole in front of my face, I knew that not only was the room filling up, but many mouths and rectums were as well.

I felt Carter's weight lifting off my chest, and in the same moment, the guy he was sucking backed up a little. His dick-filled asshole crossed my nose, and I gave his balls a quick lick before the shaft of his cock traveled across my lips until the head found its mark and slipped inside my mouth. In one smooth motion, he was all the way in, the tip entering my throat.

Fortunately, I gulped in air before his cock head cut off my breathing. In and out he sawed, giving me the chance to grab small breaths in between. His assault on my trachea grew more frenzied, as did the lurching caused by the savage attack on his own asshole. I was concentrating on my breathing rhythm, readying myself for the fountain of jizz that would soon wash through me en route to my stomach.

I grabbed one last huge lungful of oxygen as he rammed his dick home a couple of inches down my throat and erupted a massive flow of cum straight into my esophagus. He spurted so hard that I could swear it ricocheted off my stomach walls before puddling at the bottom. Another warm stream hurtled down my gullet. Did I hear splashing? Another squirt and another, and my stomach was filling up (not really: I can swallow twenty loads and still have room for more). He shot again and I suckled his shaft, milking him.

Fortunately, he ran out of cum just about the time I ran out of air, and he withdrew. Panting, I let my head fall, dangling back over the edge of the ottoman. After I caught my breath, I lifted my head back up. Carter was watching me, his massive cock pummeling my asshole, his eyes lit with lust. He looked ready to pop, but I had a plan that I had just made up. I reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Don't cum baby... wait."

"Sweetie, I can't. You're just so fucking hot... I've got to..."

I drew my elbows up under me and pulled back, emptying my anus of his glistening black monolith. He looked bewildered, lost. I pivoted and rolled onto my belly and lurched in, swallowing his massive head. I backed off and looked up at him.

"I want everybody to see it. I want to wear your cum all night long, like a badge of honor."

I reached out and stroked his dick hard and fast while tilting my head up, opening wide and stretching my tongue out. I wanted him so much. Gladly, I awaited his seed. He was grunting loudly, jerked back and forth by the anonymous cock hammering his ass, and he surrendered.

The first thick rope of semen smacked into my upper teeth and splattered into all corners of my mouth. I pointed his shaft up a little, so the second blast impacted across my nose, glancing off and skipping across my forehead, finally blowing my hair back. I jerked harder and swiveled my face, taking the next slimy rope from one cheek, over my tongue and onto the other cheek. The force of his blast made his cum splash into my ear.

The volume of noise I could hear was cut in half, but as his sticky spooge dribbled out and ran down my earring, my ear was soon clear. His next hot spurt smashed into my upper lip and streamed across my cheekbones on both sides. I could feel that my whole face was covered in his cum, so I took him back in, pounding my lips on him, letting him fill my mouth. I swallowed his warm stream, allowing his and the nameless guy's babies to romp around together in the playground of my stomach.

Swallowing several more times, I suckled him, slowing down as he began twitching with sensitivity. His body bucked as he floated back to Earth. Just then the guy in his anus pushed him forward, burying himself in Carter, and jamming Carter's throbbing dick back into my throat, where he spent the last few drops of sperm into my sticky, slimy gullet. I reached under and caressed his fucker's balls as he spewed into my dreamboat.

My, oh fucking my...

Carter lay down on me, slipped his arms under me, lifting me up to meet his kiss. I was falling crazy in like with this man as he licked a dollop of his cum onto his tongue and handed it off to my own. Our tongues danced in the sloppy flow of him. We made out like teenagers, albeit demented, nasty, cum pig teens. I felt him shift, apparently steadying his feet as whoever it was that had just jizzed up his hole had vacated and left.

Carter lifted up slightly, our eyes just inches apart, and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear over what would turn out to be dozens of people fucking and sucking all around us.

"You are incredible."

I beamed. Joy must have radiated from my face (struggling to get through all the goo),as our breath mingled in the air between us.

"Oh God, baby... you fuck me so good."

He licked a little bit of himself off my cheek. "You want to get a drink?"

I giggled, "I think I just had one."

He laughed, rose, and helped me up. I was wobbly on my feet, but he steadied me in his strong arms. I hugged him ferociously and we kissed again, hard and hungry.

After a very very long moment, he walked me toward the self-service bar. Finally coming down, my wits made a reappearance and I looked around for Chloe. I felt that she was okay, because I had heard her nearby, but we always watched out for each other, as these parties can be unpredictable.

I spotted her just as Carter and I grabbed bar stools. She was on the couch where I had last seen her, but now there were six burly leather boys in attendance. She sat on a fat dick in a reverse cowgirl, frantically plunging her asshole up and down while a bearded bear on his knees in front of her did his best to suck her rigid nine-incher. Four other men crowded her face as she assembly-line sucked them going from one to the next.

Never one to be slothful, Chloe alternately jacked two of their cocks while her mouth was full, alternating each time she fellated the next, so no one went without her magic touch for too long. She was so marvelously coordinated, a sexual ballerina, effortlessly synchronized and single-minded in purpose.

Carter handed me a double scotch neat, which I downed in one gulp, careful not to smudge my face mask of sperm. He put his arm around my shoulder and hugged my neck.

"You are so amazing. How is it that we have not met before?"

"I've never been to a leather bar before. I've always been... I don't know... kind of afraid of you guys."

He reached out, wiped a small glob of his own cum from my chin with his index finger and offered it to me. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking his cooling sperm from it, fellating his finger.

He smiled. "Feel better now?"

I withdrew from his digit and moaned out, "I can't believe I've been missing all this."

He ran his hand down my stained satin blouse, past the knot at my midsection, and found the tip of my still hard cock as it peaked out the top of my latex g-string. His fingers stroked my helmet, then he palmed my encased length.

"Would it be too forward of me to ask if I could escort you for the evening? Just to watch over you and your friend, not in any weird, possessive way. I want to see you fuck every man in here tonight."

If I believed in love at first sight, I might already be in love with this beautiful black Englander. I felt like I was. To feel this way about any man was a first for me.

"I would love that, Carter. I want to step back and watch you as well."

He stroked my stiff seven inches. "You haven't come yet, my dear. May I have your first orgasm?"

God, how this man could melt my heart. I covered his hand in mine, stroking it as he rubbed me. I leaned in, and kissed him, flicking his lips with my tongue.

"There's no one else I would rather give it to."

"How would you like it? Lady's choice."

I reached for the hand that wasn't stroking me, and lifted it to my lips. I kissed the back of his hand and looked him square in the eye.

"Fist me."

He moved his hand from my lips letting it curl around my neck and drew me in for a sloppy, cum covered kiss. He licked his own sperm from my cheek, sharing it with me between our tongues. The jizz mask I had wanted to wear proudly was quickly diminishing, because he couldn't stop licking it off me. I loved it, and I adored the fact that he loved cum as much as I did, although granted, there couldn't have been very many people in that room that didn't.

Remembering something Chloe told me earlier, I slid off his kiss and stood before him, the innocence of my schoolgirl motif severely defiled. I grasped the handle of the leash wrapped around my neck and let it lay across both my outstretched palms as I ceremoniously offered it to Carter.