If the fashion industry ever wanted to boost sales of skin-tight leather trousers, they need look no further than Malena. How she even pulled them on made rocket science seem easy. With each squat and then gyration of her shapely hips an inch above my face, the silvery, seamed material swished and squeaked in the quiet of the hotel sanctuary.
Every taut muscle from calf to glute flexed beneath the sheen when she swooped and skimmed my nose with the seat. I craved to touch, squeeze, cradle and spank the hide that clung to the swell of her fleshy cheeks, but my wrists were bound beneath my naked body. Thankfully, she read my mind. Spanked herself instead, the slap ringing off the magnolia walls a second before her hiss.
“Wife not do this for you?”
I shook my head against the pillow, snorting some sort of response up at her gorgeous derrière. She knew the answer already.
Our eyes met as she bent at the waist and peered through her legs down at me. She giggled, bringing three manicured fingertips to brush her mouth. “Oopsie.”
Taking a step back towards the headboard, the mattress deformed where she knelt to straddle my forehead. I craned my neck, but she remained maddeningly out of reach. She leaned forward and walked her fingers from the shaft of my erection up to my belly. Sternum. Throat. Chin. She gripped the corner of the panties stuffed in my mouth. Pulled. My jaw slackened as the scent of her pussy-infused cotton underwear slithered free.
Draping the material soaked in saliva and her juices across my chest, she scraped a sticky dot from the gusset and pushed it between my lips, letting me capture her finger and suck for a moment.
“Why wife not do this?”
It was a good question. And the answer certainly wasn’t through lack of asking or hinting. I shrugged as best I could. “Says she might squash me, or hurt me.”
Malena swirled her hips and raised them. “I'm twice her size. Does this hurt?” She lowered, mashing her crotch against my face, smothering me. I inhaled her intoxicating scent through the thin leather and snarled. Bit at her delicious cunt, a few atoms of fabric away.
She sighed and stood, wagging her finger down at me, blonde locks tumbling over the swell of her chest in the black sweater. “Naughty boy. Tease first, bite later.”
I groaned. “Sorry, Miss.”
Her grin lit me up. “Much better. You behave now? Or do I need remind?” She reached to the bedside shelf and picked up the flogger, dangling the falls over my cock. It danced and bobbed. Flexed as the leather tails tickled. She swung and lashed my inner thigh. Smiled as I writhed, the sting radiating from the contact point, cock swelling.
I sucked air through my teeth. “I’ll behave.” She lashed my other thigh and I winced. “Miss.”
The flogger falls brushed my erection. “Good boy.”
Tossing the toy aside, she sank, leather grazing my nose. I breathed in. Swelled again. Malena gripped my shaft and jacked it twice, a pearly string of pre-come stretching then striping my stomach when she let go. She trailed her fingertip along the path, scooped and noisily licked it clean. “Mmmm. How to get more? Maybe… like this?”
Her rump landed on my face and she rotated her hips, grinding hard. I moaned into the stretched material, her weight shifting and rolling as she moved. I took breaths when I could but they were few and far between, my world enveloped with the awesome power she held. Her fingers encased my shaft again and squeezed, wanking me in time with the circles she made on my face.
There was something simply heavenly about giving myself to Malena. About relinquishing control. I could close multi-million-pound deals. Talk the talk. Sell sand to a Sheikh. Everyone in the room would be at my feet, and yet there was something deeply liberating about being at hers. Having her dominate me. Crush me. Make me beg for release and have her deny me, time and again. Until she was ready. Until she knew I was ready; beyond any pleasure I could reach, alone or with Trish.
Maybe that was the allure? Sure, her position as PA to the CEO of my company’s closest rival helped me get where I was today. Corporate pillow talk after spanking her fulsome tits and hammering balls deep into her voluptuous ass was often lucrative. And credit where credit’s due, she was fucking accommodating to my sexual whims and fancies. As I was to hers.
But there was more to it than that. Her control ignited a spark in a dark corner of my mind. Fed some inner demon that craved the thrill of uninhibited power exchanges. Of crossing boundaries. Of giving and taking and fucking until we were both fucked out. And then doing it all over again when the need resurfaced. Restrooms. Hotels. Motels. Cars. Conference room desks. She even sucked me off in her boss' luxurious office chair while he was on his way over to discuss buying one of my peripheral business arms. I left six point eight million richer and with the satisfaction of knowing Anthony was oblivious that she conducted the entire meeting wearing my spunk peppered across her tits beneath the tight navy blouse.
Thing is, I could buy sex if I wanted. Buy attention. Buy another island in the Pacific. Yet all my material wealth would be eclipsed after the next night buried under her ass. Or pounding her against the alley wall a few doors away from her home, my hand clamped over her mouth. Or, in fact, any of the risky acts we’d performed since that fateful first encounter on the 76th floor of the Belmont Plaza.
The meeting itself was tedious. Some new accountancy merger meet and greet. The only thing that made it memorable was her magnetism across the table. The eye contact. The coy bites of her lip. The brush of her foot against my leg. And yes, her incredible tits packed into the low-cut designer blouse.
We flirted by the coffee machine during break. Laughs. Loaded looks. Casual touching as I passed her a steaming cardboard cup. The brush of skin on skin electrified me. Made me want her. The entire second half of the meeting could have been about next gen sports cars and I wouldn’t have noticed.
The sexual tension spilled the instant the elevator doors slid shut. By the time we hit the lobby floor, her cheeks and chest were flushed, and my fingers were coated in her pussy juices. She tasted divine. I’ve been addicted ever since.
I snapped out of the reverie at her relentless grip, cock primed. My body tensed. Adrenaline flowed, and fear surfaced, perilously close to coming without her permission. I wriggled my face and she rose, squeezing the head of my dick hard while I huffed my way back towards the gates of self-control. She loved it when I struggled to keep a lid on my orgasms. So did I.
As the danger passed, she stepped away. Turned to face me and gazed down, cornflower irises wide. “You want pussy?”
The emphatic nod was barely necessary. The desire behind my eyes gave me away moments before she straddled my head and crouched again. She gripped my cheeks.
“Tongue out.”
I complied. When she held the headboard and swept her crotch back and forth, my tongue raked the taut leather, her arousal smearing the flipside of the fabric. I craved it. Knowing that she was pantyless excited me even further.
Each sweep became firmer. From the faintest brushes to full-on grinding of her pelvis against my outstretched tongue, she took herself higher. Used me for her pleasure as she hurtled towards completion.
Between laps, I caught glimpses of her mouth forming the ‘O’ that signalled she was on the verge of her own precipice. I poked my tongue out further and rhythmically nodded my head to increase the pressure on her encased clit at the apex of each rock of her hips. She approved.
Her sighs intensified until deep rasps escaped and she stilled, trembling, thighs crushing my cheeks. Less than a millimetre from my tongue, she pulsed. Her rich flavour seeped, breaching microscopic imperfections in the material and its seams. I savoured every drop of oozing wetness.
When her breathing slowed, she slid back a little. Made eye contact, sparkling desire radiating between us.
I knew she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. That was merely the warm-up.
Shuffling back further, her leather-clad pussy nudged my hardness and her mouth met mine. The kiss was ferocious, as if she was trying to reclaim the juices I had stolen. Swirling tongues. Playful bites. Her hips rocked against my steel that was begging to pierce the fabric and fuck her to the oblivion we both sought.
She pulled away. Sat up astride my chest. Rose to her knees, grabbed handfuls of her breasts and squeezed. Pinched until the nipples tented the lines of the sweater.
Sliding her hands from chest to waistband, I held my breath as she snapped the button. Grabbed the zip. Eased it downward, alabaster flesh spilling with each released tooth.
I never tired of the vista when she began to peel the fabric down. Her cunt was bare. My mouth watered at the sticky strings of arousal that stretched and snapped between the leather and her mound.
Malena rolled them down a little further, exposing the inner fabric. The crotch seam glistened and I couldn’t disguise my need. Pausing, she inched forward. “You want this?” I deepened my breathing, catching her unwrapped scent. She crept closer. Closer, until the material that had been trapping her juices skimmed my chin. I opened my mouth and she hovered above it. “One lick.”
My thank you, Miss was swallowed by her pressing the fabric to my mouth. I kissed it. Smeared it. Extended my tongue and swabbed once to collect every morsel I could before she lifted her hips and shuffled away.
I smacked my lips. Licked them. Fuck, I adored that sweet almond with a peppery tang. She didn’t give me much time to relish; stood and gradually peeled the trousers down to her ankles, using the headboard for support to step from them.
Picking up the inside-out trousers by the legs, she dangled the rolled seat above my nose. I caught further snatches of her pussy juice. The musk of her delicious ass. She let go and they pooled on my face, one leg draped out across each cheek.
Within a second she was on her knees straddling my chest again. She grabbed the material thighs and stretched them out either side of my head, trapping me between the pillow and her heavenly aroma. I snorted through the fabric, barely able to move. Lost and loving it. I kissed, smeared and lashed the viscous crotch area like a madman, knowing she would only afford me a fixed time to enjoy her.