Getting frisky with the leather of a dom.
Please read my previous story called Lucky Dog.
Donna called me at home on a Friday evening and ordered me to come to her apartment. After what happened in her office, I wasn't going to refuse. I made the twenty mile drive to her place and approached her door. I knocked on her door and she answered wearing a short lambskin jacket, a mid-length lambskin skirt and knee-high leather boots with five inch heels. All of it was black too. She led me in and we sat down on the sofa together. I then noticed what looked like a pile of leather on the floor. I asked her about it. She said if I was to strip naked that I could find out.
I got undressed and got on my knees in front of the leather. It really wasn't a pile at all. It was the leather pants from the office experience and a long leather coat. They were wrapped up around there or four pillows. She then took off the jacket she was wearing and tossed it onto the coat and pants. She then told me to, "Fuck my leather! Do it now!" I got onto the mountain of leather and went crazy on it. Donna then put her left leg out in front of my face. "Lick my book, dog!" she ordered. I grabbed her boot and began rubbing and licking the leather. In addition to my fetish, I have a deeply hidden secret desire to burn leather. It came out as if second nature. As I raped her leather and serviced her boot, I moaned a very soft, "Burn, burn."
As I slobbered all over her boot, I unloaded a huge blast onto her leather. Donna then got down onto the floor with me and began slurping up my jizz. Afterwards, we sat in the floor and cooled down. She then asked, "Were you saying burn?" I tried to avoid the question. She then grabbed the belt from my jeans. "So, you want to burn my leather?" she asked. She made me get on my hands and knees. She drew back the belt to inflict punishment, but that is another story.
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