kickedbysaskia
05-16-2010, 3:08 PM
I've just posted the same story as a Word document but as this is the first time I've tried to post a story, I guess I might have done it wrong. Here is an attempt to make it easier for everyone to read it... I hope it works...
Lured and Destroyed by Lara:- by Tazia
I had just changed jobs. It was a big promotion with a substantial increase in salary and I even had my own secretary. I started to feel that I was making it in business and that this new job was proof that my success had been noticed and rewarded. The only down-side was that I had to move to another city.
This was hardly a problem as I was sure I would make new friends soon and as I had just split with my girlfriend, all doors were now open for a much better relationship. I was really looking forward to starting fresh and was also feeling pretty pleased with myself. Mid thirties with a body of a twenty year old. My martial arts classes had helped hone my body and I couldn’t help thinking I was God’s gift to women, especially now I was on the way up the corporate ladder. Women in my new city would be throwing themselves at my feet...!
The first day at the office was pretty un-eventful so I was looking for a little more excitement that evening. I didn’t get to meet my new secretary as she was on holiday and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. I had been looking forward to making her do something. Not that I needed anything doing on the first day, but I just wanted to show her who was the boss – you know, play her around a little in that typically chauvanistic way that makes it clear that the male is still king of the jungle!
As I had no idea which places were cool in this city, I stopped by one of the desks in the accounts department on my way out. Dean was local and said there were a couple of good bars in town, but one in particular was good because there was a regular crowd there and it would be a great place to start getting to know my way around. He said he might join me later. I said fine, but not to worry if he couldn’t make it; I was sure I would fit in fine and hoped of course, that it would be with the opposite sex that I would fit in with...!
The bar was pretty cool, especially as this wasn’t in the capital city and had a good atmosphere. There was a lounge section at the front, then an elegant dining section and separted a little from the main area was a dance floor. The music was certainly not too loud so it was easy to speak to people and the whole place felt sophisticated and friendly. This was echoed in the customers as they too were well dressed, cool, but still friendly so it wasn’t long before I started speaking to some guys and the beers started to flow. It was my turn to fetch the next round so when I was at the bar I had a better chance to check out who was in the bar.
Across the room, I saw a girl sitting alone at one of the dining tables. She was very pretty, but had a kind of severe look about her. Her facial features said that she might be East European or maybe even Russian. I had met a few Russian girls before and they were always more open and friendly than the local girls, so I assumed her serve look was down to her genetic background. Her mouth was quite prominant, pouting, as if she was permanently kissing you, which obviously made her look really sexy, but she also had on a pair of business-like glasses, plus her dark brown hair was pulled back and held with a purpleish red clasp, all adding to that severe look. She had a rain coat on, which I thought was odd for someone ready for dinner, but she ceratinly caught my attention. I couldn’t see any more of her as she was hidden by the table.
I asked the barman if he knew her and if she was a regular customer. He said she was only regular when she wanted something and when she’d got what she was after he wouldn’t see her for weeks until she came looking again. He made her sound like a really loose woman, which I couldn’t quite imagine with that business look on her face. He didn’t seem to want to talk about her very much and the more I asked him, the more uncomfortable he became. He seemed almost scared. She looked up just at the moment I was staring across at her and it was obvious that we were talking about her. The barman dropped his eyes immediately and murmoured a warning. „You should stay away from her if you know what’s good for you“.
She glared at me and then let a little smile break from her pouting lips. I smiled back, then took the beers back to my new found mates. One of them had noticed me looking at her and he too warned me off her. This was all very odd. If she was so loose, then why hadn’t these two become notches on her bed post. Maybe she turned them down and they were just jealous. The evening wore on and still no one joined her at her table and no food arrived either. I went to sit down in the lounge area with a little group who wanted a break from knocking back the beers. A couple of girls joined us and it all felt very comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off her though and I was really excited to know why peope were warning me off her. Then she stood up, took off her coat, laying on the back of a chair and walked toward the ladies toilets. Her movement was so graceful, so sensual that I started to get hard just watching her walk. But as she got closer, what I saw, almost made me start crying in disbelief. Half the bar looked away from her, trying to ignore her and the other half just stopped everything they were doing or saying. It was a sight I had never seen before and my hard-on exploded, crashing against the inside of my jeans!
She was tall, not thin, but an exquisite feminie sculture, poised on a pair of killer heels. I couldn’t help but look at her feet first! Pointed toes, high, gorgeous heels, extending for ever up to her calves, all bound together with luscious soft black leather. Her lower legs sheathed and caressed by boots which hugged her curves and didn’t stop at her knees, but extended up to the lower part of her thigh. Her knee strained against the tight leather every time she took a step and I noticed as she walked past, that behind her knee, the boots were held by two straps and buckles which kept the tension, pulling the leather hard against her as she glided across the floor. Between the straps you could see the dark weave of her nylon. Her thighs were magnificant – strong, not too muscular, just so perfect. It was at this point where I didn’t know where to look...
Should I stare at the expensive „nearly black“ Wolford nylon kissing her skin, making her thighs sparkle as the sheen caught the spot lights as if you were looking out at the distant milky way in the sky; stars exploding, light beams from another galaxy all focussed on her powerful, beautiful legs. Or should I stare at her skirt. Impossibly tight, black leather, hugging the tops of her thighs, but giving way every time she swayed her hips, almost as if the leather was sprayed on. There was a small split at the back, which again allowed the nylon to stare out at you as she walked. Her arse was just as perfect as her legs, but there were two big patch pockets which twictched up and down as the movement of her arse twisted and tortured the tight leather with every exquisite step she took. But even this could hardly compete with her top. Again, very soft leather, hugging her body. What a shock though, when my eyes finally made it up to her breasts, having spent for ever making their slow way up her boots, legs, stopping to catch my breath at her arse and now my mouth literally dropped open! Her leather jacket was as tight as a corset but stopped right under her breasts. From there, the leather opened up, flowing straight into a wide collar and all the way down each arm. Her whole chest was uncovered and her naked breasts were JUST(!) held by the edge of the leather flowing up to her collar. She kept her torseau very straight without hardly moving it. If she had done, then one of her breasts would have surely spilled out! Now I could see why she kept the coat on for so long, especially at the diner table!
I would have dropped to the floor to worship the very ground she walked on at this point, but her costume wasn’t quite complete yet. The tight leather arms were split open behind her elbows, revealing her flesh as she passed by and her hands were covered in equally soft black leather, so perfectly fitted that it was impossible to tell where the gloves stopped and the arms of her jacket started. I simply could not believe what I was seeing! Some of the guys on our table tried to steal a look at her, but the girls with us, looked so disgusted that the guys tried to avoid showing what they were really thinking. At this moment I saw Dean arrive and he joined us at our table. She seemed to ignore everyone, but when she passed our table, she aimed another of those little pouting smiles at me, but her eyes burned into me like a lazer beam. I didn’t know if that was good or bad, but by now my hard-on was sticking out of the top of my jeans. As she turned to go into the ladies, she shot another glance at me, which seemed to alarm everyone around me. Dean touched me on the shoulder and tried to call something out at me, but by this time I was already up and heading to the men’s toilets. If I didn’t get the chance to speak to her, I would certainly have to go and relieve my explosive hard- on.
Dean came into the mens with a concerned look on his face. „Mike, listen“, he said. „You really should stay away from her, I know she looks amazing, but things are not always what they seem“. I turned on him and shouted, „My God, did you see that!? No matter how much anyone warns me, there is no way I could let her go. Did you see that look she gave me!? Fuck, did you see those boots; she is a goddess!“
„More than you know“, Dean muttered under his breath before turning and walking back to the others. I stayed in the toilets a little longer, my fingers shaking with excitement – what should I say? Then the door of the mens pushed open to reveal a leather sheathed arm. The pointed toe of her boot holding the door open...
„Are you going to stay in there all night, don’t you want to dance?“
She had made the first move and what a move, coming into the gents to ask me to dance! Despite my shock, I managed to get out a good „one-liner“... „I’d be surpised if you could dance in that tight outfit!“. She seemed impressed with a little smirk growing on her face. „Oh you would be very surprised what I can do in this outfit... coming or not?“
We danced for 30 minutes or more, but every time I looked at our table, all I saw were concerned or disgusted faces. Dean looked almost worried and kept tying to catch my eye. „I’m Lara“, she said and it was clear from her accent that she very probably was Russian, although her English was excellent. She worked as a secretaty in an office, she said and had forgot to take off her glasses before she came out. I remarked that it just made her look even more attractive with a slightly cold arogant look which she seemed to appreciate. At one point I said that if my secretary looked like her, I could never get any work done...!
„Oh please don’t think I dress like this all the time; only when I go hunting!“
Her choice of words was strange and again made me think of what the barman said. Still, I didn’t care if she was going to use me for a bit of fun, she was amazing!
„What do you hunt?“, I said.
„My prey of course!“
„Am I your prey to night?“
„That depends on you and how much you want to be my prey, but if you do, then be warned, I can be quite a handful!“
This all sounded like innocent sexy small talk to me and I was sure I was up for a night I would never forget! I couldn’t wait any longer and suggested we go outside, but through the back door into the carpark rather than let eveyone see us walk out the front together. I didn’t want anyone to try and stop me or some other guy thinking he had a chance with her. She took my hand and we slipped out.
The carpark was badly lit, but it just served to make her look even more awesome as the black leather smoothed itself into the blackness around us, just ocassionally high-lighted by the dim lamps casting tantalizing shards of light across the creases in her leather, the edges of her heels and stark intense pools of light reflecting from her glasses. She moved her leg to one side, pulling, stetching her leather skirt even more, almost torturing the material! The light caught her Wolfords, glistening, the sheer nylon hissing against the stetching leather of her skirt and boots. She saw my hard-on and smiled... „Goodness, is that all because of me? Wow, I am impressed! Do you think you can keep it hard no matter what I do to you? I hope you like what I am going to do to you, if not, that’s your problem. You’re new here, but you seem to have met a load of people already, so I’m sure they have told you all about me? So, are you ready for me? If not, you better hold your breath because this is where I show you what I can really do to a man in this costume!¨
What on earth was she talking about? The barman was right, she was a right fucking tart, stunning, but definitely cheap! She tiltled her head to one side catching the full glare of the lights in her glasses so that I couldn’t see the wicked, cold, bitchy look creeping across her eyes. She gently caressed her right thigh with her gloved hand as she then pulled up the hem of her skirt slightly, then, in a flash, her booted leg shot toward me, kicking me hard behind my left knee cap. The pain was immense and I dropped to one knee, struggling not to fall at her feet. Her boot never touched the ground again, whipping back before firing straight into my face with such deadly force. I stayed on one knee, a sitting target for her. She took a step toward me, raising her booted foot up and pushing back against my shoulder. I could feel the sharpness of the heel as she twisted her foot to make sure the heel dug in.
„Get up! It’s no fun with you at my feet. It’s much too early for that. I want to do so much more to you before I have you grovelling, begging me to stop!“
She put her foot back on the ground and pressed the top of her gorgeous leather boots against my face.
„Go on, kiss them then, I know you want to... look, you’re still nice and hard!“
„Piss off you stupid bitch, what the hell do you think you are doing?“
„Oh, you want a fight then? Fine by me. Did you ever do any training? You look like you did martial arts, karate was it? Then you better get up and defend yourself, you little shit!“
I had no idea what she was going on about, but she did guess correctly that I had done karate and I was pretty good at it so I was sure I could kick her ass, no matter how pretty it was. I struggled up, but before I had stood up properly, I saw the light swish across her nylons again as her left leg graciously extended right up into the night. It curled round in an arc and connected with the other side of my face at frightening speed. The heel gashed across my face, cutting it open as her booted foot swept pass me. Another kick, this time to my stomach, followed by her foot stamping into the back of my knee again, this time with her razor-sharp heel. I was back on one knee again, but she gave me no time to recover. She launched her booted knee right into the middle of my face, smashing me backwards, blood flying everywhere.
I felt dizzy and in terrible pain, collapsed in a heap in the carpark, but when I heard her heels click across the asphalt, I felt a sudden fear and excitement as my penis swelled even more. What the hell was going on? Here I was getting beaten up by a beautiful booted bitch and my penis thought it was fun! She noticed straight away...
„You must be a real pervert! Look at the mess I’ve already made of you and your prick just loves it! It looks like you won’t mind me kicking some more shit out of you – it will probably make you cum! Oh I want to see that! Ready for some more? Which did you prefer... being kicked by these awesome killer boots or being smashed by my delicate little female knees? Go on, I will let you choose your method of destruction... what’s it to be? Look, I haven’t seen you use that karate yet, so why don’t I help you up and you can try and kick my ass; that’s only fair isn’t it!?“
She helped me to my feet, propping me up against a car, glaring at me with her leather gloved hands on her hips. She cirlced me, tossing her head back and forth letting out a wicked little cackle of a laugh. Her heels stabbibg into the ground, assaulting my ears with deafening clicks. She moved so beautifully, each leg placed elegantly infront of each other as she stalked her prey. She pressed her nose close up against mine, breathing into my face. An erotic female scent tinged with the aroma of the expensive wine she had been drinking that night. She looked deep into my eyes, searching my soul for a reaction...
„Oh dear, you don’t know who I am do you? Didn’t they warn you? Didn’t they say you should stay away from me? I nooded as best I could. „Then, you should have listened. When I said I come looking for my prey, I meant it literally. I love to hunt down men in this costume of destruction. Because that is exactly what it is. It drives men mad and I can literally make a man do what ever I want when I’m wearing it. When I think the moment is right, I beat the living shit out of him! It just turns me on so much to take a man down wearing this leather and these nylons. It makes me wet when I see my boots smash into his face, blood splattering everywhere. The more blood I can kick out of a man, the wetter I get. I can even have an orgasm just by kicking a man over and over again! So mister Karate expert, what’s it to be... a spin kick or a roundhouse or what about a axe kick? You know how to do that right? No, well let me show you...!“
Her boots flew through the air time and time again, each time connecting with my body, balls or face. As I was still propped against the car, she skillfully kicked me on one side followed by a kick on the other, to make sure I didn’t fall down. That way she had more opportunity to increase the wettness between her legs as kick after kick left their proof of destruction on my wrecked body. My face was a complete mess, but what she had in mind next, scared the hell out of me!
She stopped kicking me and pushed my shoulders back against the car, whilst raising her right leg. She extended it right above my sagging head, but I could see the straps of leather behind her knee which held the top of her boots tight to her leg. Her leg was extended completley vertically as she swayed toward me crashing into my face with the back of her thigh. I swear I could smell her sex. It was on fire. The smell was so strong, all it did was increase my hard-on even more, which had never really got any smaller throughout the whole ordeal! At that point, she pushed away from me, balancing perfectly on her left leg, bringing her other one down with a thundering crash into the back of my head. The axe kick sending me crashing to the ground, practically unconcious!
She kicked me over with her boot and slashed at my shirt with her heel. She stamped on my nacked flesh, time and time again as I started to vomit due to the excruciating pain. She didn’t seem to notice this as she raised her boot up high, this time holding it steady above me. I thought she had decided enough was enough, but then she bent down and glared into my eyes.
„This is really going to hurt, so I just want to warn you. It will make you
scream so I think I’d better gag you.“ She hitched up her skirt and ripped at her nylons, pulling them apart to reveal her crotch. Her panties were delicately smooth, but bigger than a G-string with two little claps on one side. She undid the claps and pulled her knickers off in one aggressive movement. She stuffed them into my mouth and then forced them right inside with her heels. I couldn’t breathe at all through my mouth.
All the time, she had been balancing on one leg and now raised the boot again that she had used to force her knickers into my mouth. She dropped her boot toward me in a violent slashing movement as if she were trying to light a massive match. Her sharp heel ripped away my skin, instantly releasing my blood into the night air. She slashed at me three more times.
„And now the best part!“, she screamed at me as she straddled my face and let violent streams of her piss splash all over my cut up face and stomach! There was nothing I could do to stop her... I was her victim, lying beneath her booted feet, completey at her mercy, if she had any!?
I woke up a while later, staring at the not so sexy face of Dean looking down at me. „Shit, I told you not to go near her. Some of us have fallen into her trap and paid the price, but I’ve never seen anything like this; she has really messed you up! I better take you to hospital“.
I refused to go and told him to take me back to my place and make some excuse why I won’t be at work for the next few days. He took me back to his place first and cleaned me up as best he could, but I was still a real mess. He then dropped me off at the house I was renting, but seemed concerned to leave me by myself. The house was dark, all lights off when I walked in. I couldn’t face trying to get up the stairs so decided to sleep on the sofa. I flopped down on the cushions with the room still in darkness, exhausted, in massive pain and thoroughly humiliated by a girl! It was then that a familiar fragrance filled by nostrils before the table lamp on the other side of the room clicked on. I saw one booted leg crossed over the other, swaying gently up and down, the light just catching the creases in her leather and the edges of her heels. My God, they were covered in blood, my blood!...
„Mike darling, how rude of your friends to come looking for you so soon, you know, I still haven’t cum yet... you would want to disappoint me, would you now!?“... to be continued...
Lured and Destroyed by Lara:- by Tazia
I had just changed jobs. It was a big promotion with a substantial increase in salary and I even had my own secretary. I started to feel that I was making it in business and that this new job was proof that my success had been noticed and rewarded. The only down-side was that I had to move to another city.
This was hardly a problem as I was sure I would make new friends soon and as I had just split with my girlfriend, all doors were now open for a much better relationship. I was really looking forward to starting fresh and was also feeling pretty pleased with myself. Mid thirties with a body of a twenty year old. My martial arts classes had helped hone my body and I couldn’t help thinking I was God’s gift to women, especially now I was on the way up the corporate ladder. Women in my new city would be throwing themselves at my feet...!
The first day at the office was pretty un-eventful so I was looking for a little more excitement that evening. I didn’t get to meet my new secretary as she was on holiday and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. I had been looking forward to making her do something. Not that I needed anything doing on the first day, but I just wanted to show her who was the boss – you know, play her around a little in that typically chauvanistic way that makes it clear that the male is still king of the jungle!
As I had no idea which places were cool in this city, I stopped by one of the desks in the accounts department on my way out. Dean was local and said there were a couple of good bars in town, but one in particular was good because there was a regular crowd there and it would be a great place to start getting to know my way around. He said he might join me later. I said fine, but not to worry if he couldn’t make it; I was sure I would fit in fine and hoped of course, that it would be with the opposite sex that I would fit in with...!
The bar was pretty cool, especially as this wasn’t in the capital city and had a good atmosphere. There was a lounge section at the front, then an elegant dining section and separted a little from the main area was a dance floor. The music was certainly not too loud so it was easy to speak to people and the whole place felt sophisticated and friendly. This was echoed in the customers as they too were well dressed, cool, but still friendly so it wasn’t long before I started speaking to some guys and the beers started to flow. It was my turn to fetch the next round so when I was at the bar I had a better chance to check out who was in the bar.
Across the room, I saw a girl sitting alone at one of the dining tables. She was very pretty, but had a kind of severe look about her. Her facial features said that she might be East European or maybe even Russian. I had met a few Russian girls before and they were always more open and friendly than the local girls, so I assumed her serve look was down to her genetic background. Her mouth was quite prominant, pouting, as if she was permanently kissing you, which obviously made her look really sexy, but she also had on a pair of business-like glasses, plus her dark brown hair was pulled back and held with a purpleish red clasp, all adding to that severe look. She had a rain coat on, which I thought was odd for someone ready for dinner, but she ceratinly caught my attention. I couldn’t see any more of her as she was hidden by the table.
I asked the barman if he knew her and if she was a regular customer. He said she was only regular when she wanted something and when she’d got what she was after he wouldn’t see her for weeks until she came looking again. He made her sound like a really loose woman, which I couldn’t quite imagine with that business look on her face. He didn’t seem to want to talk about her very much and the more I asked him, the more uncomfortable he became. He seemed almost scared. She looked up just at the moment I was staring across at her and it was obvious that we were talking about her. The barman dropped his eyes immediately and murmoured a warning. „You should stay away from her if you know what’s good for you“.
She glared at me and then let a little smile break from her pouting lips. I smiled back, then took the beers back to my new found mates. One of them had noticed me looking at her and he too warned me off her. This was all very odd. If she was so loose, then why hadn’t these two become notches on her bed post. Maybe she turned them down and they were just jealous. The evening wore on and still no one joined her at her table and no food arrived either. I went to sit down in the lounge area with a little group who wanted a break from knocking back the beers. A couple of girls joined us and it all felt very comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off her though and I was really excited to know why peope were warning me off her. Then she stood up, took off her coat, laying on the back of a chair and walked toward the ladies toilets. Her movement was so graceful, so sensual that I started to get hard just watching her walk. But as she got closer, what I saw, almost made me start crying in disbelief. Half the bar looked away from her, trying to ignore her and the other half just stopped everything they were doing or saying. It was a sight I had never seen before and my hard-on exploded, crashing against the inside of my jeans!
She was tall, not thin, but an exquisite feminie sculture, poised on a pair of killer heels. I couldn’t help but look at her feet first! Pointed toes, high, gorgeous heels, extending for ever up to her calves, all bound together with luscious soft black leather. Her lower legs sheathed and caressed by boots which hugged her curves and didn’t stop at her knees, but extended up to the lower part of her thigh. Her knee strained against the tight leather every time she took a step and I noticed as she walked past, that behind her knee, the boots were held by two straps and buckles which kept the tension, pulling the leather hard against her as she glided across the floor. Between the straps you could see the dark weave of her nylon. Her thighs were magnificant – strong, not too muscular, just so perfect. It was at this point where I didn’t know where to look...
Should I stare at the expensive „nearly black“ Wolford nylon kissing her skin, making her thighs sparkle as the sheen caught the spot lights as if you were looking out at the distant milky way in the sky; stars exploding, light beams from another galaxy all focussed on her powerful, beautiful legs. Or should I stare at her skirt. Impossibly tight, black leather, hugging the tops of her thighs, but giving way every time she swayed her hips, almost as if the leather was sprayed on. There was a small split at the back, which again allowed the nylon to stare out at you as she walked. Her arse was just as perfect as her legs, but there were two big patch pockets which twictched up and down as the movement of her arse twisted and tortured the tight leather with every exquisite step she took. But even this could hardly compete with her top. Again, very soft leather, hugging her body. What a shock though, when my eyes finally made it up to her breasts, having spent for ever making their slow way up her boots, legs, stopping to catch my breath at her arse and now my mouth literally dropped open! Her leather jacket was as tight as a corset but stopped right under her breasts. From there, the leather opened up, flowing straight into a wide collar and all the way down each arm. Her whole chest was uncovered and her naked breasts were JUST(!) held by the edge of the leather flowing up to her collar. She kept her torseau very straight without hardly moving it. If she had done, then one of her breasts would have surely spilled out! Now I could see why she kept the coat on for so long, especially at the diner table!
I would have dropped to the floor to worship the very ground she walked on at this point, but her costume wasn’t quite complete yet. The tight leather arms were split open behind her elbows, revealing her flesh as she passed by and her hands were covered in equally soft black leather, so perfectly fitted that it was impossible to tell where the gloves stopped and the arms of her jacket started. I simply could not believe what I was seeing! Some of the guys on our table tried to steal a look at her, but the girls with us, looked so disgusted that the guys tried to avoid showing what they were really thinking. At this moment I saw Dean arrive and he joined us at our table. She seemed to ignore everyone, but when she passed our table, she aimed another of those little pouting smiles at me, but her eyes burned into me like a lazer beam. I didn’t know if that was good or bad, but by now my hard-on was sticking out of the top of my jeans. As she turned to go into the ladies, she shot another glance at me, which seemed to alarm everyone around me. Dean touched me on the shoulder and tried to call something out at me, but by this time I was already up and heading to the men’s toilets. If I didn’t get the chance to speak to her, I would certainly have to go and relieve my explosive hard- on.
Dean came into the mens with a concerned look on his face. „Mike, listen“, he said. „You really should stay away from her, I know she looks amazing, but things are not always what they seem“. I turned on him and shouted, „My God, did you see that!? No matter how much anyone warns me, there is no way I could let her go. Did you see that look she gave me!? Fuck, did you see those boots; she is a goddess!“
„More than you know“, Dean muttered under his breath before turning and walking back to the others. I stayed in the toilets a little longer, my fingers shaking with excitement – what should I say? Then the door of the mens pushed open to reveal a leather sheathed arm. The pointed toe of her boot holding the door open...
„Are you going to stay in there all night, don’t you want to dance?“
She had made the first move and what a move, coming into the gents to ask me to dance! Despite my shock, I managed to get out a good „one-liner“... „I’d be surpised if you could dance in that tight outfit!“. She seemed impressed with a little smirk growing on her face. „Oh you would be very surprised what I can do in this outfit... coming or not?“
We danced for 30 minutes or more, but every time I looked at our table, all I saw were concerned or disgusted faces. Dean looked almost worried and kept tying to catch my eye. „I’m Lara“, she said and it was clear from her accent that she very probably was Russian, although her English was excellent. She worked as a secretaty in an office, she said and had forgot to take off her glasses before she came out. I remarked that it just made her look even more attractive with a slightly cold arogant look which she seemed to appreciate. At one point I said that if my secretary looked like her, I could never get any work done...!
„Oh please don’t think I dress like this all the time; only when I go hunting!“
Her choice of words was strange and again made me think of what the barman said. Still, I didn’t care if she was going to use me for a bit of fun, she was amazing!
„What do you hunt?“, I said.
„My prey of course!“
„Am I your prey to night?“
„That depends on you and how much you want to be my prey, but if you do, then be warned, I can be quite a handful!“
This all sounded like innocent sexy small talk to me and I was sure I was up for a night I would never forget! I couldn’t wait any longer and suggested we go outside, but through the back door into the carpark rather than let eveyone see us walk out the front together. I didn’t want anyone to try and stop me or some other guy thinking he had a chance with her. She took my hand and we slipped out.
The carpark was badly lit, but it just served to make her look even more awesome as the black leather smoothed itself into the blackness around us, just ocassionally high-lighted by the dim lamps casting tantalizing shards of light across the creases in her leather, the edges of her heels and stark intense pools of light reflecting from her glasses. She moved her leg to one side, pulling, stetching her leather skirt even more, almost torturing the material! The light caught her Wolfords, glistening, the sheer nylon hissing against the stetching leather of her skirt and boots. She saw my hard-on and smiled... „Goodness, is that all because of me? Wow, I am impressed! Do you think you can keep it hard no matter what I do to you? I hope you like what I am going to do to you, if not, that’s your problem. You’re new here, but you seem to have met a load of people already, so I’m sure they have told you all about me? So, are you ready for me? If not, you better hold your breath because this is where I show you what I can really do to a man in this costume!¨
What on earth was she talking about? The barman was right, she was a right fucking tart, stunning, but definitely cheap! She tiltled her head to one side catching the full glare of the lights in her glasses so that I couldn’t see the wicked, cold, bitchy look creeping across her eyes. She gently caressed her right thigh with her gloved hand as she then pulled up the hem of her skirt slightly, then, in a flash, her booted leg shot toward me, kicking me hard behind my left knee cap. The pain was immense and I dropped to one knee, struggling not to fall at her feet. Her boot never touched the ground again, whipping back before firing straight into my face with such deadly force. I stayed on one knee, a sitting target for her. She took a step toward me, raising her booted foot up and pushing back against my shoulder. I could feel the sharpness of the heel as she twisted her foot to make sure the heel dug in.
„Get up! It’s no fun with you at my feet. It’s much too early for that. I want to do so much more to you before I have you grovelling, begging me to stop!“
She put her foot back on the ground and pressed the top of her gorgeous leather boots against my face.
„Go on, kiss them then, I know you want to... look, you’re still nice and hard!“
„Piss off you stupid bitch, what the hell do you think you are doing?“
„Oh, you want a fight then? Fine by me. Did you ever do any training? You look like you did martial arts, karate was it? Then you better get up and defend yourself, you little shit!“
I had no idea what she was going on about, but she did guess correctly that I had done karate and I was pretty good at it so I was sure I could kick her ass, no matter how pretty it was. I struggled up, but before I had stood up properly, I saw the light swish across her nylons again as her left leg graciously extended right up into the night. It curled round in an arc and connected with the other side of my face at frightening speed. The heel gashed across my face, cutting it open as her booted foot swept pass me. Another kick, this time to my stomach, followed by her foot stamping into the back of my knee again, this time with her razor-sharp heel. I was back on one knee again, but she gave me no time to recover. She launched her booted knee right into the middle of my face, smashing me backwards, blood flying everywhere.
I felt dizzy and in terrible pain, collapsed in a heap in the carpark, but when I heard her heels click across the asphalt, I felt a sudden fear and excitement as my penis swelled even more. What the hell was going on? Here I was getting beaten up by a beautiful booted bitch and my penis thought it was fun! She noticed straight away...
„You must be a real pervert! Look at the mess I’ve already made of you and your prick just loves it! It looks like you won’t mind me kicking some more shit out of you – it will probably make you cum! Oh I want to see that! Ready for some more? Which did you prefer... being kicked by these awesome killer boots or being smashed by my delicate little female knees? Go on, I will let you choose your method of destruction... what’s it to be? Look, I haven’t seen you use that karate yet, so why don’t I help you up and you can try and kick my ass; that’s only fair isn’t it!?“
She helped me to my feet, propping me up against a car, glaring at me with her leather gloved hands on her hips. She cirlced me, tossing her head back and forth letting out a wicked little cackle of a laugh. Her heels stabbibg into the ground, assaulting my ears with deafening clicks. She moved so beautifully, each leg placed elegantly infront of each other as she stalked her prey. She pressed her nose close up against mine, breathing into my face. An erotic female scent tinged with the aroma of the expensive wine she had been drinking that night. She looked deep into my eyes, searching my soul for a reaction...
„Oh dear, you don’t know who I am do you? Didn’t they warn you? Didn’t they say you should stay away from me? I nooded as best I could. „Then, you should have listened. When I said I come looking for my prey, I meant it literally. I love to hunt down men in this costume of destruction. Because that is exactly what it is. It drives men mad and I can literally make a man do what ever I want when I’m wearing it. When I think the moment is right, I beat the living shit out of him! It just turns me on so much to take a man down wearing this leather and these nylons. It makes me wet when I see my boots smash into his face, blood splattering everywhere. The more blood I can kick out of a man, the wetter I get. I can even have an orgasm just by kicking a man over and over again! So mister Karate expert, what’s it to be... a spin kick or a roundhouse or what about a axe kick? You know how to do that right? No, well let me show you...!“
Her boots flew through the air time and time again, each time connecting with my body, balls or face. As I was still propped against the car, she skillfully kicked me on one side followed by a kick on the other, to make sure I didn’t fall down. That way she had more opportunity to increase the wettness between her legs as kick after kick left their proof of destruction on my wrecked body. My face was a complete mess, but what she had in mind next, scared the hell out of me!
She stopped kicking me and pushed my shoulders back against the car, whilst raising her right leg. She extended it right above my sagging head, but I could see the straps of leather behind her knee which held the top of her boots tight to her leg. Her leg was extended completley vertically as she swayed toward me crashing into my face with the back of her thigh. I swear I could smell her sex. It was on fire. The smell was so strong, all it did was increase my hard-on even more, which had never really got any smaller throughout the whole ordeal! At that point, she pushed away from me, balancing perfectly on her left leg, bringing her other one down with a thundering crash into the back of my head. The axe kick sending me crashing to the ground, practically unconcious!
She kicked me over with her boot and slashed at my shirt with her heel. She stamped on my nacked flesh, time and time again as I started to vomit due to the excruciating pain. She didn’t seem to notice this as she raised her boot up high, this time holding it steady above me. I thought she had decided enough was enough, but then she bent down and glared into my eyes.
„This is really going to hurt, so I just want to warn you. It will make you
scream so I think I’d better gag you.“ She hitched up her skirt and ripped at her nylons, pulling them apart to reveal her crotch. Her panties were delicately smooth, but bigger than a G-string with two little claps on one side. She undid the claps and pulled her knickers off in one aggressive movement. She stuffed them into my mouth and then forced them right inside with her heels. I couldn’t breathe at all through my mouth.
All the time, she had been balancing on one leg and now raised the boot again that she had used to force her knickers into my mouth. She dropped her boot toward me in a violent slashing movement as if she were trying to light a massive match. Her sharp heel ripped away my skin, instantly releasing my blood into the night air. She slashed at me three more times.
„And now the best part!“, she screamed at me as she straddled my face and let violent streams of her piss splash all over my cut up face and stomach! There was nothing I could do to stop her... I was her victim, lying beneath her booted feet, completey at her mercy, if she had any!?
I woke up a while later, staring at the not so sexy face of Dean looking down at me. „Shit, I told you not to go near her. Some of us have fallen into her trap and paid the price, but I’ve never seen anything like this; she has really messed you up! I better take you to hospital“.
I refused to go and told him to take me back to my place and make some excuse why I won’t be at work for the next few days. He took me back to his place first and cleaned me up as best he could, but I was still a real mess. He then dropped me off at the house I was renting, but seemed concerned to leave me by myself. The house was dark, all lights off when I walked in. I couldn’t face trying to get up the stairs so decided to sleep on the sofa. I flopped down on the cushions with the room still in darkness, exhausted, in massive pain and thoroughly humiliated by a girl! It was then that a familiar fragrance filled by nostrils before the table lamp on the other side of the room clicked on. I saw one booted leg crossed over the other, swaying gently up and down, the light just catching the creases in her leather and the edges of her heels. My God, they were covered in blood, my blood!...
„Mike darling, how rude of your friends to come looking for you so soon, you know, I still haven’t cum yet... you would want to disappoint me, would you now!?“... to be continued...