The Girl in the Leather Pants

“I’m Hazel,” the slender, sexy blonde in the skintight leather pants said as she sidled up next to Ben at the bar.

“Uh…well, hi, Hazel, I’m Ben,” he said.

She smiled and leaned close enough for their shoulders to touch. “I figured you might want to know the name of the girl you’ve been staring at all night.”

“Uh…what…I…I’m…”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Hazel asked. “You haven’t exactly been subtle. I was wondering which part of me you liked best.”

Ben was befuddled, mostly because Hazel didn’t seem the slightest bit upset that he’d been ogling her, which he’d absolutely been doing. She didn’t seem particularly flattered, either, which wasn’t entirely surprising. Girls were rarely flattered when Ben showed an interest. He wasn’t the sort of guy that women tended to respond to all that well.

“I’m sorry, what are you saying?” Ben asked, mostly as a way to give his brain a few moments to catch up.

“Well, you’ve spent a lot of time staring at my ass,” Hazel said as she turned around, bent over, and showed off her utterly perfect ass in the skintight leather pants. She stood, smiled, and spun around once more before saying, “You’ve also spent a fair amount of time staring at my tits. I can’t say I blame you, of course. I have great tits and they look particularly good in this corset top. So, I was wondering, do you like my tits or my ass better?”

Never in his life had Ben participated in a conversation like the one unfolding at the bar. He almost always struck out when he tried to meet a girl for a night of casual fun. Sometimes he ended up with a drink in his face, usually because he couldn’t help but stare when he saw a girl he found remarkably attractive.

“Ben, I want you to answer my question,” Hazel said after a few moments of silence between them. “I think it’s the least you can do after spending most of your evening ogling me like I’m a prize heifer at the county fair. If you have the courage to stare, you should have the courage to answer a simple question. So, are you going to man up and answer me?”

Though he couldn’t grasp why Hazel was even talking to him, Ben saw little downside in answering. The worst he figured he’d receive was a slap across the face or a drink poured on his head, so he answered. “Your ass,” he said.

Hazel offered a surprisingly sweet smile. “That’s what I thought you’d say. I’ve found that most men can’t resist the sight of a nice ass in a pair of leather pants, especially tight leather pants.”

“They look great,” Ben said.

“I know they do,” Hazel replied. “That’s why I wore them.”

Ben’s mind went blank. He was terrible at flirting – he always had been – and he wasn’t used to beautiful girls in sexy leather pants talking to him, let alone smiling at him. He had no idea what to say, so Ben went with the safest choice. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No,” Hazel replied. “I’ve already had two and I’m a little buzzed, and if I’m being honest, I don’t like being anything more than a little buzzed.”

Ben couldn’t help but feel a little confused. Had Hazel really come over just to ask if he liked her ass or her tits better?

“There is something you can do for me, though,” she continued.

Ben perked up. “Of course. Anything,” he said, though he felt an instant sense of regret at sounding too eager.

Hazel smiled and said, “You can kiss my ass.”

“What?” Ben asked.

“Let me be clearer,” Hazel explained. “You can get on your knees behind me and kiss my ass. You can press your lips against the leather pants you love so much and kiss my ass. You can show me just how much you love it by kissing it.”

Ben looked around the crowded bar before saying, “Right here?”

Hazel nodded. “Yes. Right here. In the bar. In front of all these people. I want you to show me – and anyone else that happens to look – how much you like my ass by getting on your knees and kissing it.”

Ben studied Hazel’s face for some sign that she was fucking with him, but he found nothing. All he saw was her beautiful smile and the slightest hint of dimples.

“I’m not going to wait all night, Ben. If you won’t kiss my ass, I’ll move on and you can order another drink, get a little bit drunker, and go home alone like I’m guessing you almost always do,” Hazel said. “Or, you can get on your knees and kiss my ass and then we’ll see what happens.”

She was right that Ben almost always went home alone. Even when he did manage to convince a girl to spend the night with him, she wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful or interesting as Hazel. In fact, Ben had never experienced a girl asking him to kiss her ass at any point in his life and for some reason, he wanted to do it.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” he said.

“Good,” Hazel said. “No hesitating. Get on your knees and kiss my ass.”

Ben pushed away from the bar and stepped behind Hazel. He looked down at her ass – which was legitimately perfect in the leather pants – and took a deep breath.

Hazel looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, “Do it, Ben. Get on your knees and kiss my ass or I’m walking away and your night will be a lot more boring than it needs to be.”

Ben felt deeply self-conscious, but he fell to his knees behind Hazel and stared at her perfect ass.

“Now kiss it,” Hazel said. “Kiss my ass or I’m walking away.”

Ben leaned forward, pressed his lips against the smooth leather pants, and kissed Hazel’s ass.

“Did he do it?” someone asked.

“He certainly did,” Hazel replied.

“I’ll be damned,” the other voice said.

Hazel looked down over her shoulder, smiled, and said, “Now kiss it again.”

Ben kissed her ass again.

“Again,” Hazel demanded.

He pressed his lips against the leather once more and kissed her ass. Hazel reached back, put a surprisingly strong hand on the back of his head, and applied considerable pressure. She pressed his face into her ass and Ben offered no resistance. The leather and her wondrous ass cheeks molded to his face and he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit of pleasure at the decidedly kinky turn his evening had taken.

Hazel released his head and said, “Stand up.” Ben stood and she spun around and glanced between his legs. She smiled, grabbed his half hard cock through his pants, and pulled him close. Her lips were achingly close to his as she asked, “Did you enjoy kissing my ass, Ben?”

He nodded.

“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” Hazel asked. Ben’s cock surged to life and she smiled. “Is that a yes?”

He nodded again.

“Get on your knees,” Hazel demanded as she released his cock.

Ben fell to her knees again, this time doing so without hesitation. He saw a few people glance his way, but he was far past caring.

Hazel reached down, grabbed a handful of his hair, and said, “Kiss my pussy.” She pulled his head between her legs and Ben kissed her crotch. The leather felt warm against his lips and the distinct smell of it filled his nose as his cock continued to throb thanks to the beautiful, kinky girl standing in front of him.

“Is he doing it?” the same voice asked.

“He is,” Hazel replied. “He’s quite obedient. Aren’t you, Ben?”

Ben nodded and continued to kiss Hazel’s pussy through her leather pants. She seemed to find genuine pleasure in it, though he found it hard to believe he was actually pleasuring her clit. Perhaps she was turned on at his willingness to do it in public.

“Stand up,” Hazel said as she released his hair.

Ben stood and she grabbed his cock once more. She pulled him close, but this time they kissed. Her lips parted and her tongue invaded his mouth with a kind of aggression that caught Ben off guard. He moaned and put his tongue to work too, though Hazel made it perfectly clear that she was in charge.

“I want to play with you,” Hazel said. “Do you want to play with me, Ben?”

“Yes,” he said along with a vigorous nod.

“I can’t have you playing in the bar,” the same voice said. Ben looked over Hazel’s shoulders to see that the lovely, tattooed bartender was the owner of the voice. “I do have an office, though. It’s a bit of a mess, but you’re welcome to take your new toy back there if you’d like, Hazel.”

Hazel smiled. “I’d like that very much. What do you think, Ben? Do you want to be my toy in the back office?”

Ben had no idea what he was agreeing to, but that didn’t stop him from nodding. He absolutely wanted to be Hazel’s toy.

Hazel tightened her grip on his cock and pulled Ben through the crowded bar, past a curtain, down a hallway, and into the back office that bartender spoke of. There was a small couch, an exceptionally messy desk, and a flat screen TV mounted to the wall. The carpet looked impossibly dingy, though none of it was off putting enough to diminish the arousal that continued to course through Ben’s body.

“On your knees,” Hazel demanded.

Ben dropped to his knees and looked up at the captivating blonde as she unbuttoned her skintight leather pants and slowly worked them over her hips. She stepped out of her heels, tossed aside the pants, and put her hands on her hips as Ben wondered if she would remove her panties next.

“Take them off with your teeth,” Hazel said as she pointed to her black lace underwear.

Ben leaned closer, bit down on the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down. Her pubic hair brushed against his nose and forehead as he freed her pussy and dropped his head all the way to the dingy carpet, pulling her panties with him.

Hazel stepped out of them, turned around, and said, “Kiss my ass.”

Any sense of hesitation had long since disappeared as Ben leaned forward and kissed the smooth, warm, milky white flesh of her ass. He kissed it over and over, trying his best to cover every inch with his lips.

Hazel reached back, spread her cheeks, and exposed her asshole. Ben knew what was coming next. What else would the girl that wanted him to kiss her ass want if not a rimjob?

“Eat my ass,” Hazel said.

Ben’s cock raged with desire as he pressed his face between her perfect ass cheeks and gave his first ever rimjob. He moaned at the sheer kinkiness of it and Hazel unleashed a deeply-satisfied sound.

“I knew you’d be a filthy little ass eating bitch for me the moment I saw you staring,” Hazel said. “Some guys stare because they want to bend me over and fuck me like I’m a whore. Not you, though. You’re the kind of guy that stares because you yearn for a woman to take charge and put you in your place. You yearn to be shown that you’re nothing more than a nasty little slut that’s best used as a toy for a real woman’s pleasure.”

All Ben could do was moan. He’d never thought of himself as that kind of guy, but the evidence suggested Hazel was right. He’d done everything she wanted. He’d hesitated a few times, but not for more than a few seconds. Now he was eagerly eating the asshole of a girl he’d just met. He wasn’t thinking about how clean she was. He wasn’t thinking about how sane she was. He was simply doing as Hazel wanted because it turned him on.

“Get your tongue in there,” Hazel said. “Put it in my ass. Be a filthy little slut for me.”

Ben pressed his tongue against her asshole and Hazel moaned. He did his best to penetrate her – the first time he’d had anal sex of any sort – and she moaned louder.

“That’s good,” Hazel said. “I like it when a man does as he’s told. I like it when a man recognizes that he’s a little bitch that needs to be controlled by a strong woman.”

Ben grabbed his cock through his pants and stroked. His desire had become borderline painful and he needed to relieve it.

“Did I say you could masturbate?” Hazel asked. “No, of course I didn’t. Now get your fucking hand off your cock.”

Ben reluctantly released his cock and continued his quest to please the kinky girl whose ass he was eating so vigorously.

Hazel abruptly stood up and spun around. She tilted Ben’s head back until he was looking up at her, smiled, and said, “I have to piss.”

Ben felt a little disappointed that Hazel would be leaving him to go to the bathroom, but he figured she’d be back soon. She must have wanted more than to have him eat her ass for a few minutes.

“What are you waiting for?” Hazel asked. “I said I have to piss. Open your fucking mouth.”

“What?” Ben said.

Hazel slapped him across the face and Ben cried out, more from the shock than the pain.

“I think we’ve already established that I’m in charge and that you’re nothing more than a little bitch that needs to be told what to do. So, you’re going to open your mouth and I’m going to piss down your throat. When I’m done, I’m going to let you eat my pussy until I cum all over your face. Do you understand?” Hazel said as she glowered at him.

Ben nodded and opened his mouth. The anger left Hazel’s face as she stepped closer, planted her pussy over his mouth, and held his head in both hands.

“You’re going to feel the urge to pull away,” she said. “The taste is going to be shockingly bad. Your body is going to tell you that it’s wrong to have my piss in your mouth. Fight that urge. Let me use you as my toilet.”

A moment later Hazel’s pissed in his mouth. She was right. Ben’s body and brain wanted him to run from it. He wanted to spit her hot, acrid piss out. His mouth wanted to close. He wanted to escape from her grasp. The only part of Ben that wanted to be Hazel’s toilet was his cock. It remained fully erect. Arousal emanated from between his legs and filled the rest of his body. Thanks to his desire, he remained on his knees and received Hazel’s piss. He acted as her toilet.

“Swallow,” Hazel said as the flow of urine stopped.

Ben closed his mouth and swallowed. An intense form of humiliation enveloped his body as his throat burned from the urine that now coated it.

“Open up,” Hazel demanded. “I’m not finished, toilet.”

Ben opened up and Hazel pissed in his mouth once more. His cock continued to throb painfully. Arousal continued to course through his body.

“Swallow,” Hazel said.

Ben swallowed and she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Good boy,” Hazel said. “Now you’re going to make me cum all over your face. Do you understand?”

Ben nodded and Hazel grasped his head in both hands once more. She dropped her pussy onto his mouth and rubbed it all over his face. Ben put his tongue to work when he could, but it quickly became clear that he wasn’t offering Hazel oral pleasure so much as she was using his face as a source of friction for her clit. He was quite literally a fuck toy.

Over the course of a handful of minutes Hazel rubbed her pussy over the entirety of Ben’s face, leaving him coated in a thin layer of her slick, hot juices. She seemed most fond of rubbing her clit over his lips, chin, and nose, though, and that’s what brought her to the brink of an orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your face,” Hazel said as she neared her climax. She pulled back and reached down to rub her clit. “Here it comes. Here it comes!”

Her orgasmic scream was followed by a massive gush of hot liquid pouring from her pussy and coating Ben’s face. He nearly fell over from the unexpected surprise, but Hazel grabbed a handful of hair and kept him in place as she finished soaking him in her juices.

“Damn, that was incredible,” Hazel said as she stepped back and smiled. “I made a fucking mess of you, didn’t I?”

Ben nodded.

Hazel bent down to grab her panties and leather pants and got dressed as Ben remained on his knees. “Stay here,” she said. “I’ll send Sarah, the bartender, back in a few minutes. She loves to play with a little bitch like you. Don’t fucking move. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Ben said. Despite the utter humiliation of what had just happened, he wanted more. He craved more, in fact.

Hazel walked past him and left the office. Ben remained on his knees and waited for the bartender to come and use him. For some reason, he wanted more piss in his mouth. He wanted to eat more ass. He wanted another facial. Maybe he really was the naughty little bitch Hazel had said he was.