Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica)

By Jay Merson

Tired of boring and infrequent sex with their partners and husbands these five young women band together to form the 'Clan.' The idea is that if they can't get good sex from their partners then they will organise themselves to ensure that they do. Dressed in leather they meet at a remote barn, there to use and sexually abuse the men they entice there. The men though, after an uncertain beginning, soon adapt readily to the ravenous needs of these ladies, however severe the demanding women might be. Inexperience plagues some of the younger women but not for long, the more experienced older ones soon show them the ropes - oh, and they show the men the ropes too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Merson
• Release date: Sep 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465788788

Jay Merson

The prolific author of over 124 erotic novels and short stories. Born in West london and lived most of life in the UK but now abroad. A staunch Englishman that always celebrates the day of the English - St.George's Day, where ever he might be in the world. Writes BDSM erotica in a descriptive and explicit way to bring the varied scenarios and situations to life - situations that the reader can relate to in his or her daily life.Hates music and lives in a world totally free of it, loves black stockings (on women) is an ex-soldier, ex-London fireman, holds black belts in five different martial arts but now leads a more sedate life and prefers to relax and chill rather than pump the muscles.

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Leather-clad Women

By

Jay Merson

© Copyright Jay Merson 2000.

©Copyright. Jay Merson 2000. The right of Jay Merson to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Copying of this manuscript, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the author or his publisher is strictly prohibited and would constitute a breach of copyright held. All characters in this story are aged eighteen years and over.

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Chapter 1

Are you of Scottish decent then? Marinella asked naively.

Pauline sighed heavily and sipped at her larger and lime. She swung her legs around and over the bench seat to sit astride the wooden bench in the pub garden.

No you silly, the 'Clan' hasn’t anything to do with Scotland.

Marinella looked perplexed and lit a cigarette, throwing the empty packet casually into the centre of the wide picnic-style table.

So what is it then? This 'Clan' of yours? her tone was one of boredom and only mild interest in the conversation.

Pauline straightened her body, took a deep breath and rested her hands on her denim-clad thighs, Sex, hot and raw, sex on our terms and as we want it to be, not as the men see it.

Marinella shrugged her shoulders unimpressed and looked absently down the pub garden, Sex is sex and no great shakes - leastwise not for me.

Pauline spun around and sliding her legs under the table, her elbows resting on the hard wooden tabletop and she leaned toward her friend. Her voice was high in pitch and thrilled excitement.

But that's the whole point. Sex as we know it simply isn't proper sex. A cock in a pussy, pump away for a few minutes and then roll off and go to sleep? I want more out of it than that, others do and you do too, I think.

True enough, but what and how?

A huge smile broke over Pauline's face, That is what the 'Clan' is all about, the very reason it was formed.

Marinella seemed unconvinced or simply disinterested, Like another drink?

Fuck the drink, Pauline realised that she had raised her voice and tempered to talk across the table in a hushed whisper. Look, we are in our late twenties....

Very late twenties actually, Marinella interjected.

Okay, all the more reason to break out of the rut. I'm sick of washing smelly bloody socks and cooking for a man that can hump me only when he is drunk, with the lights out and when it suits him - how it suits him. I need to scratch my itch, in different and exciting ways. The three other women that make up the Clan are in and so am I. Are you, in or out?

What will it cost me? Marinella asked suspiciously.

Pauline huffed in derision at the suggestion, It's you that has the Scots in you if anyone Miss tight-wad. It will cost you nothing except lots of energy to cope with the multiple orgasms you will have to suffer.

Marinella's head snapped back to look incredulously at her friend, Now I'm interested.

Pauline chuckled, Thought that would do it, you dirty little hussy.

You are too, Marinella countered, "coming up with such an impractical idea as the 'Clan.'

"Why impractical? Don't you want good, hot sex on your terms?

Of course I do but how?

Pauline sat back, draining the last of her larger and lime, her tone sarcastic, I will have that other drink now, if you don't mind spending the money of course.

Meow, Marinella responded and poked out her tongue. She rose from the bench, took the glasses and went into the bar. When she returned, she placed the full glasses graciously down on the table and settled herself again.

The 'Clan,' Pauline enthused, her eyes wide and her tone one of high excitement, "Is a group of five girls - women - together we plan