Naughty in Leather (3 page)

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
deeper, 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 stock 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.