Naughty in Leather

by Berengaria Brown

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  Rhonda tried not to stare at Ty and Scott’s apartment. The floors were polished boards, and they had lots of deep blue among their furnishings, which she liked. So many men decorated with brown and she preferred something more colorful. Not that it was any of her business, of course. She was just a guest, possibly even a one-time guest if this didn’t work out. But now she’d finally gotten up the courage to take this step to spend time with them, she wanted it to be ongoing, at least for a while. She’d been highly attracted to both these men ever since they’d started coming into her store, and now, tonight, she was ready to take their friendship a step further. And she was quite sure that’s what they wanted. Ty’s erection was unmistakable, and the way they’d both held her hands had been sweet enough to send exciting chills running up and down her spine.

  The men shepherded her into their bedroom, another spacious room with a deep blue throw rug on the floor, and a matching deep blue quilt on the bed. They crowded around her, Ty pressing his cock into her ass, Scott standing just inches from her face.

  “You know what we want. You, in our bed, with both of us. We know this might be a bit different for you, but we promise it’ll be very, very good,” said Scott.

  “The best orgasms you’ve ever had, guaranteed,” added Ty.

  All the breath seemed to leave Rhonda’s body. “Yes, I know. I want that,” she managed to whisper.

  “Has anyone ever been here before?” asked Ty, pressing his cock hard against her ass.

  “Not for a very long time. In fact, any sex has been a while. I’ve been too busy with the store…” It was a cop-out and she knew it. Certainly, some nights she trolled the websites looking for suitable new stock, new ideas, innovations. Other nights she caught up on paperwork she’d been too busy to do during the working day. But there were plenty of nights when she slumped in front of the TV not really watching anything much, or went to bed, not because she was particularly tired, but because she couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do. Last Sunday she’d even rearranged a perfectly clean and tidy closet, just for something to do. Yes, it was time she had someone else to think about apart from herself. Or better yet, two someones.

  “Well the first step is to get naked,” said Scott, suiting the actions to the words and pulling his t-shirt off in one long tug.

  Yum. He had a very nice chest. There was just a faint trail of golden-brown hair down from his chest to the waistband of his business pants. His abs were delightfully defined and she could picture herself licking across them soon.

  Ty stepped away from her back, and for a moment she really missed the heat of him, then she realized she needed to strip too. Rhonda moved across to a chair and laid her purse on it, then undid her belt and rolled that up too. She slid her feet out of her sandals, pulled the dress off over her head, and turned to look at the men.

  Both were watching her. Scott’s pants were puddled around his feet, his cock a huge bulge pulling his boxers out of shape. Ty had freed his cock from his clothing, and was tugging on it, his tongue just touching his lip as his gaze was riveted to her.

  She hid a grin and turned her back to take off her bra and panties. When she looked around a second time, both men were naked on the bed, the blue quilt dropped carelessly on the floor, the pillows scattered, and lube and condoms prominently displayed on the nightstand.

  “That was quick,” she said.

  “But we won’t be too quick. We’ll take all the time you need to make you climax over and over again,” said Scott.

  “Yeah, even if it kills me,” added Ty.

  “I hope it won’t come to that,” she joked in reply.

  Rhonda climbed onto the bed with them, leaned forward, and softly kissed first Ty, who was nearest her, then Scott. She wanted this, wanted them, and didn’t quite know what to say to show she was ready and willing.

  It must have been the right thing to do, because she was grabbed and pressed between their bodies, while kisses were lavished on her face, her shoulders and the back of her neck.

  Slowly she was eased onto her side, with Ty pressed tightly behind her and Scott concentrating on her face and neck. Gradually Scott moved lower to tease her breasts. For a moment Rhonda worried the men might be disappointed by their smaller size, but there was no hesitation or complaints, so she relaxed and enjoyed their wonderful touches.

  Ty’s fingers were playing with her butt now, and she remembered the touch of a long-ago boyfriend who’d liked anal sex. The first few times it hadn’t particularly turned her on, but after a while she’d grown to enjoy it, and not just because it pleased him, but also because it was a different kind of pleasurable sensation for her too. She expected a bit of a burn as Ty entered her tonight, but was confident they’d have her enjoying it again very soon.

  Meanwhile Scott was driving her arousal higher and higher with the way he was teasing her breasts. That man sure had a way with his hands. And mouth. He licked around the globe and puffed air on the wet spots, before sucking her nipple and areola deep into his mouth. While one hand cupped the breast in his mouth, the other was pinching and stretching her other nipple. And down below, Ty had a finger in her ass and was twisting and turning it, rubbing cool lube on her hot tissues, opening and stretching her for his cock. Deep in her belly an orgasm was already preparing itself, a coil of need tightening and rising higher with every touch from the two men.

  Rhonda grabbed Scott’s shoulders and pressed her breast deeper into his mouth, wanting so much more than just touching. At the same time she thrust her ass back into Ty’s hands, letting him know she was enjoying his ministrations and ready for more there too.

  Ty seemed to understand, inserting a second slippery finger into her ass, where he repeated the steady rubbing and stretching of her tissues, while Scott redoubled his efforts on her breasts, driving her higher and higher with his teasing touches.

  “I want to come,” she moaned.

  “Ah, honey, you’ll be coming all right, over and over again,” said Scott. But he pulled away from her a little and grabbed a condom. She took it from him, twisted her torso, and rolled it down his cock. It was a lovely cock, wide enough to fill her right up, with a flattish, blunt head to penetrate deep inside her. She was confident he would indeed give her an orgasm, likely more than one, as they’d promised.

  He wiggled closer to her, lifted her legs up, slid one of his under both of hers, then placed her upper leg on his thigh. Next, he guided his cock deep inside her, stretching her, filling her, completing her. “Feels so good,” she sighed.

  “I’m glad you approve, but it’s going to get better yet,” Scott said.

  “Starting now,” added Ty. Rhonda felt his cock pressing at her rear entry and remembered to push out. Ty had done an excellent job of preparing her, because he pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and slid deep inside her smoothly and easily. Now she was really full. Fuller than full. Stretched to the max, her tissues gripping the two cocks tightly. Never had she felt so full, so possessed, so wanted, in her life before. Her brain could hardly comprehend that here she was on her first real date with Ty and Scott, in their bed, with both of them inside her at the same time. Double penetration. Wow!

  “Wonderful,” she murmured.

  Ty wrapped his arms around her body and Scott’s, his chest a hard wall against her back. Scott was pressed tightly to her front, his cock deep inside her, one of his hands holding her hip still so she couldn’t move.

  “Ready?” asked Scott in a hoarse voice, and Rhonda suddenly understood the men were just as aroused as she was, and struggling to maintain the slow, steady pace.

  The two men gradually pulled their cocks out until just the heads were inside her. Rhonda felt an almost pain at the loss of the fullness and completeness she’d been reveling in. But very soon they began to push back inside, stretching her so deliciously once again. Out, then in, out then in, over and over again, gradually moving a little faster, pushing a little harder, thrusting a little d
eeper, with both men totally controlling her body so she could only move as they directed her.

  The warm feeling of tightness and coiling need in her belly was demanding to come out. Her orgasm was a huge and powerful thing inside her now, her belly already starting to ripple around the two cocks inside her, the growing spiral of need deep in her core too big for her to hold any longer.

  “Oooohh,” she groaned, trying to drag her feet over their legs, touch their bodies with her fingertips, participate in some way to demonstrate her appreciation for their fucking.

  “Now,” gasped Scott. Both men pulled right out of her, then slammed in with great power, touching her on every inch of her channel and walls, front and back. It was enough. The orgasm exploded though her body, driving up her spine, blasting out her arms and legs, curling her toes back against the soles of her feet and her fingers into fists. Her body was gripped so tightly between the men she could scarcely move, but the orgasm powered through her, shaking every inch of her against their hard torsos, her neck pressed back against Ty until the cords of muscles tensed and she thought the top of her head might blow right off.

  Her womb clenched on Scott’s cock, as her ass similarly gripped Ty’s. She felt heat burst in both her pussy and her ass, and knew her release had carried both of them over the edge with her. Rhonda smiled. They’d worked so hard to give her pleasure, she was glad they’d both received it too.

  Aftershocks rolled through her, shaking her until every muscle was as soft as cooked spaghetti, and she sank limply between them, hardly capable of moving.

  Ty withdrew from her first, then Scott, and both of them rolled her between them, pulling the quilt over them all. “Nap time,” said Ty softly, pressing a kiss to her hair.

  “Hmm,” she murmured.

  Later they pulled her from the bed and washed her carefully in the shower, put cool and soothing gel in her ass, then tucked her between them to sleep properly. This time she slept more deeply than she’d done in months, not waking until dawn was streaking the sky.

  “Shit! I’ve got to go. I need to get ready for the day at work.”

  “Is there anything we can do to help?” asked Scott, rubbing a hand over his face and yawning hugely.

  She leaned over and kissed them both. “No, thank you. You were both awesome. It was indeed the best sex of my life. But I’ve got to go right now.”

  Ty pulled on a pair of jeans as she dressed, and walked her to her car. “We’ll be there tonight to walk you to the Post Office and the bank,” he reminded her.

  “I’m fine, really.”

  “Humor us in this. We don’t trust those kids. If it’s a gang initiation thing, trouble could escalate, you know.”

  “All right. Thank you.”

  Ty kissed her softly and sweetly, and waved as she pulled out of the parking lot.

  Once again Rhonda felt cherished, loved, cared for. A bubble of happiness was firmly seated in her chest and she smiled all the way home.

  Chapter Three

  The next week settled into a routine. Every night, just before closing, Ty and Scott appeared in Luxurious Leatherwork to walk Rhonda to the bank and Post Office, then to entice her to spend the evening with them. They suggested not only dinner, but dancing, movies, a night on the sofa watching DVDs and eating chocolates, even a midnight walk in the park. Rhonda loved their inventiveness and care for her, but insisted on going home alone on alternate nights. She had an apartment to care for, chores to do, and paperwork for the shop to complete as well. But that didn’t stop them, they always asked, which made her heart fill with joy even as she denied them their requests.

  Ted and the security team had good CCTV footage of eight teenagers stealing or attempting to steal from the various stores. Sarah, from the dress boutique, had proven to have reflexes as fast as any pro baseball player, and had not only hit the back of the boy who stole a blouse from her shop, but also the back of the kid left out front of her store to watch for him, as he turned to run away.

  The police had been and taken copies of the videos, but said there was really not much they could do until someone was caught with stolen property in their possession. So the security details had been trebled to ensure someone was always in the parking lot with the aim of catching the teenagers.

  Today Tilly had come to have lunch with Rhonda in the back room of Luxurious Leatherwork. As always, Rhonda sat where she could see in a mirror if anyone entered the store, although this hour, after the usual lunch time and before the moms collected their children from school, was always reasonably quiet.

  “Have you heard from the old lady who used to live next door to you?” Rhonda asked Tilly.

  “Florrie Farmer? Oh yes. She sent me a postcard a few weeks ago. She’s settled in happily with the Salvation Army people and has made a nice little niche for herself. Most of the clothes they give out are donated. Some are brand new. They’d been given to people as gifts they didn’t like, or something like that. Others are used, but still in really good condition. Stuff kids grew out of before the season got started. Anyway, Florrie is really good at sewing and takes up hems on pants for people, or alters tops and jackets to fit better. Everyone loves her, and they say she’s certainly working hard enough to pay for her food and lodging, so she’s safe there.”

  “That’s great. It’s a terrible thing when your own family has you doing stuff you don’t even know is illegal. I’m so glad she’s happy now.”

  “Me too. You know, she only had one suitcase of possessions. One suitcase for a whole lifetime. It’s a pretty sad indictment on society, isn’t it?” said Tilly.

  “Absolutely. Something is wrong with the world when people work their whole lives but can’t save anything for their old age. I’m so glad you helped me get more sales for the store. You’re awesome.” Rhonda leaned over the table to hug Tilly.

  “Ah, girlfriend, you did it all yourself. You convinced the manager to go for the idea. The credit is yours. So, how’s it going with Scott and Ty?”

  Rhonda could feel the color heating her cheeks. Before she could answer, Tilly laughed. “Okay, I get that it’s going well.”

  “Better than well. I think I’m falling for them. Have fallen for them.”

  “Awesome. Enjoy yourself.”

  “But what happens when it ends?”

  “Who says it’s going to end? Anyway, what if it does? You should have lots of happy memories to warm your cold bed for months to come.”

  Rhonda didn’t answer. Her gaze was on the mirror. She was sure she’d seen the two kids outside her store before, yet they didn’t match her memories. “They’ve dyed their hair and done it differently,” she said softly, standing up and moving to the doorway.

  Tilly was silent behind her, but she ignored her friend and focused on the kids. She really hoped they weren’t going to come in her store and steal something more. Although, with Tilly here as well, maybe they could catch them this time.

  The kids stood outside her store for the longest time, then moved toward the flower shop.

  Rhonda raced to the till and hit the speed dial for security on the store phone. “Ted, two of the teenagers are back, and they’ve dyed their hair so they look different. They’re both really blond now. They’re heading toward Sue’s.”

  “Gotcha. Thanks, Rhonda.”

  “I need to get back to the Center Manager’s office and my job. Do you mind if I take a paint bag with me, just in case? I’ll bring it back before I go home tonight,” asked Tilly.

  “Sure. Unlike Sarah, I think throwing one is about my limit.” Rhonda laughed.

  “Hey, you hit the kid the time it mattered, so it’s all good,” said Tilly, picking up the second beanbag and heading out of the store.

  Rhonda stood near the doorway of Luxurious Leatherwork, watching her friend walk into the heart of the mall, and incidentally noticing the two kids loitering by the jewelers. The jeweler was an old man, and Rhonda would be willing to bet real money these kids couldn’t afford the st
ock in his window.

  Rhonda went back inside the store and speed dialed Ted. “Hey, Ted. The kids are outside the jeweler’s, just standing there.”

  “Yeah, he told me. I’m almost there.”

  Rhonda turned to look at the doorway when all hell broke loose. A group of teenagers ran past her store into the heart of the mall, carrying what looked like metal bars or long wrenches. She grabbed her paintball and hurried to the doorway, glad for once that she had no customers in the shop. There was the sound of glass breaking, an alarm started to wail, and screams came from farther into the mall. Rhonda could see the kids had smashed the jeweler’s window and were grabbing stuff from the display.

  She pulled the metal grill over her doorway and locked it, glad she always wore the key on a wristband while she was at work. Paintball in hand, she stood outside her store and watched. Sue the florist was taking photos, or maybe video, of the kids on her cell phone. Ted and one of the other security guards ran up, and pulled the boys away from the window. The kids lashed out with their weapons and one guard fell to the ground. Two customers joined in the affray, subduing one of the kids and taking his weapon from him.

  Sue’s assistant hit another kid on the head with a bucket full of flowers and water. When he fell to the ground she sat on his back. The two kids Rhonda had first noticed turned to run. One was coming straight at her, so Rhonda threw the paintball at him, getting him in the center of the chest. It seemed to upset him and he slowed enough so that she could tackle him to the ground. Taking a lesson from Sue’s helper, she sat on his back, keeping him flat on the floor, even though he tried bouncing his back and butt to get her off.

  Customers, the other security guard, and staff were chasing the few remaining teenagers, when the police arrived with sirens and guns. With the loud crack of a warning shot being fired, there was instant silence. Rhonda sat on the back of the kid, who was no longer trying to throw her off, until a police officer came to cuff him. Only then did she notice paramedics wheeling the elderly jeweler out on a gurney, and bandaging Ted’s head.