Confession of a kinky couple

Her side

I met this guy in an underground BDSM club. I’m a vanilla myself, but I have some inclination towards the dominatrix side. I like controlling the action, and have guys do as I please . . . I must say I looked great. I wore tight black leather pants that accentuated my perfect ass, and gave me a fabulous camel toe, and a Chinese silk blouse with an open front that paraded my big milky soft tits in a beautiful expensive black bra. On my sexy feet I wore shining vinyl red high heels. I had my straight red hair tied in knot on top of my head. Two interesting red ornamented earrings, light natural makeup, blood red lipstick, and a pair of elegant eyeglasses, gave me the sophisticated gothic look I was aiming for. The club was full of colorful freaks, gorgeous gothic bitches, submissive slaves, vinyl clad mistresses, and menacing looking doms. On stage a master was flogging his female slave, her tits and ass were all red, and she was screaming in pleasure. I remained sited on the bar, sipping a dry martini, and just let my looks and perfume do the work for me.

it didn’t take long before I noticed this stud. With his jeans and plain tee-shirt, he looked a bit out of place. Probably one of the curious lot that wonders in not knowing exactly what to expect. I gave the slightest of nods in his direction, out eyes met for a fraction of a second, and as if caught by a magical beam, he started to advance in my direction. I’m a resolute woman, and he was handsome. As soon as he got close enough, I simply inserted my hand into his pants, and grabbed his penis. He went instantly hard. I looked him straight in the eyes, and started stroking his shaft. He was glued to the floor by a combination of amazement and embarrassment. I pulled out my hand, grabbed him by his shirt, and we left and drove to my apartment. He was speechless, which was just as well. I was in no mood for ideal talk, I wanted action, and wanted it now.

His side

I must say I was completely paralyzed. I never met a woman like that. Not only was she the sexiest babe I ever saw, she knew exactly what she wanted, and was completely unafraid to take it. I decided I was going to surf this experience . . . We drove in her little red convertible to her apartment in one of the city’s posh high-rises. The apartment itself was furnished in good taste, but I hardly got the chance to look around, because within seconds I found myself in her minimalist bedroom. The room contained nothing but a large bed with a black and white leopard skin cover, and a small video camera on a tripod. Unseen spots lit the room in a light blue shade. She wasted no time and removed her leather pants. She wore no panties, and now stood wearing only her red vinyl shoes, a red garter belt, and the silk blouse. Her pussy was clean shaven. I began to sweat. At first I thought it was due to my sexual arousal, but soon realized the room was extremely hot. She then removed her blouse and bra.

Her two beautiful, completely natural big milky boobs and big pink nipples, glistened with droplets of sweat. She was mesmerizing, and I felt that if I didn’t fuck her soon, I might cum in my pants from sheer excitement. By the looks of it I needn’t have worried, this babe was not into foreplay. She reached for the video camera and switched it on. I wanted to say something, but she anticipated me and said that we just went live on the net. I heard what she said, but was far too enchanted by her demeanor and body in order to really fathom the meaning. I can barely remember what happened next. I can only remember her heels digging into my flash, and that it was the greatest sex I ever had. If you want to see the entire thing, you can try and find it among her recorder sessions . . .