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The day after the gangbang was interesting to say the least. I was tired, walking was a challenge and I was sore. Yet, all I could think about was the men's powerful hands all over me, their cocks taking me over completely. I knew I was hooked. A part of me was still fighting it. It wanted me to be normal. To be like the rest. But I wasn't. I wanted to be gangbanged again. I wanted to look at men in their eyes as they fuck me and tell them how much I want that and how much I love every second of it. I wanted to make men feel even more strong and powerful when they are with me. I knew exactly what to do and say to drive a man wild.

And it was all coming from within me. No training, no learning from others. I simply knew it. I needed only a few minutes talking to a man to know exactly what will awaken the predator inside him and make him want nothing else but to fuck my tight little leather ass and whore mouth. I wanted it. I needed it. Getting gangbanged only made it addicted to it, even if I couldn't realize it at first. Or maybe I didn't want to accept it... Who knows... All I knew is I spent the entire day aching to get gangbanged again.

The hours went by. It seemed like an eternity. Nothing was happening. I was trying to rest, but I was still in a cock daze. I couldn't believe what was happening with me.

Finally, my phone rang. It was Mark.

"Hey, you leather slut! How are you? Are you able to walk?" he said with a happy tone.

"Hello, my love. Barely", I replied.

"Good, it's normal after a fuck like that. You really took it like a pro", he said.

"Thank you my love, I am happy you are pleased".

"Pleased? I am thrilled. Everyone are talking about you. No one believes me this was your first gangbang", he said pleased.

"Really, sir? I am flattered. It really was my first gangbang", I replied.

"If that's the case, then you are born for this. I can only imagine what a cocksucking leather whore you will become after a few more gangbangs when you gather even more experience", he said.

"Yes sir", I replied.

"Are you up for it?"

"Of course. I've been thinking about it all day. I can't get it out of my head", I said.

"Great. I knew you will say that. I've always wanted a whore like you", he replied.

"I am glad I am the top notch vulnerable leather anal cumslut whore you want sir", I replied.

"Oh, yes. You passed with flying colors. You know that this means, right?"

"What sir?"

"There are going to be a lot more cocks in your future", he added cheekily.

"I can hardly wait", I replied.

"That's my leather slut", he said.

"I am surprised you are so eager to share me" I admitted.

"Of course. Such degraded leather whores like you are rare and should be shared" he said.

"Thank you sir", I replied.

"You will thank me properly later, leather whore", he said.

"I can't wait, my love", I replied.

"How's the neighbor?", he asked.

"I don't know. I haven't heard from him", I replied.

"Oh, OK, then. I guess he still isn't ready", he said cheekily.

"Ready for what?" I asked.

"Nothing. Forget about it. I have to go back to work, I will call you later, leather slut", he said.

"OK, my love".

I knew he meant something about my neighbor. It could only be one thing. He was either about to call me to fuck me or he had another gangbang in store for me.

A few hours went by and nothing. Finally I saw him coming home from my window. Immediately I got trembling. Would he come over? What would happen? The answer is - nothing. I saw him going out again a few minutes later and that was that.

Later I sent a message to Mark to tease him, but he didn't reply. Was it about to become a one night stand and then they will forget about me? I so much wanted someone regular...

The entire next day was the same. Nothing happened. It was just me, all leathered, dreaming about getting fucked again by real men, but no one to be found. I didn't even see Mark at the store when I went there in the morning as usual.

It was now evening when he called.

"How is my leather slut doing?" he asked.

"Happy now that you called. I missed you", I replied.

"Good. Did your neighbor call?" he asked.

"No. I haven't seen him".

"Good", he said pleased.

"How is that good? What's going on?" I asked a bit sad.

"I imagine you are craving for some cock right now", he said.

"I am craving real men" I replied.

"Good. Well, you're not getting any", he said.

"What? Why?"

"You thought you could tease us with your leather ass and win us over? We can play that game too, leather slut", he said pleased.

"I don't understand. You are teasing me?", I said confused.

"Yes, giving you something to think about", he said.

"I don't need to think about it. I want men. I want powerful real men taking me over", I said immediately.

"You are not in the slightest doubt about it?" he said interested.

"Not at all. I crave it from the moment it ended" I said.

"Fuck. You ARE a degraded leather anal whore", he said surprised and pleased.

"You doubt that?"

"Well, I've seen it before. Sluts like you getting gangbanged, then at first they are all up for one more time, then they back off. But you, you are something else", he said pleased.

"I am the best leather anal slut" I replied.

"Good. I hope your ass is well rested by now", he said.

"Still a little sore, but it's good" I said.

"We will have to do something about that very soon", he said.

"I can't wait", I replied.

"I have something in mind".

"What?"

"You will have to wait and see, slut", he said.

"I just need to know when"

"Tomorrow evening. Fully leathered, booted and eager to get fucked", he said.

"Of course my love. Ready to make cocks hard and drain them".

"Good, my little cock magnet. Talk to you tomorrow".

"Bye my love"

Oh, my! Oh, my! It was going to happen again! I was about to get gangbanged for a second time! I couldn't wait!

The next day was once again incredibly slow. I did my best to rest well and get properly prepared. I took all of my leather clothes, the makeup Mark gave me, the perfume.

The evening came. I was trembling. My phone rang. This is it! I am about to get gangbanged again! To my slight surprise it wasn't Mark, but my neighbor.

"Hey you leather slut! Are you ready?"

"Yes, stud! I can't wait!"

"Good, I will be waiting for you in my car in 10 minutes, are you good?"

"Yes!"

I barely managed to keep myself together. I went downstairs a couple of minutes early from eagerness and he was already there. I went towards his car and since there was no one around I decided to play a bit. I opened the door of his car, leaned slightly towards him and said:

"Hey! Are you waiting for a leather anal slut by any chance?"

"Oh, fuck yes! Come on in, leather whore!" he said pleased.

"I can't tell you how eager I was all day", I said as he drove off.

"Me too. I want to fuck that slutty ass of yours so much", he said. I could sense he was already rock hard.

"Mm and I want you to fuck me so good again" I said.

"We are going to make sure you want nothing else, slut"

"Are we going to be over at Mark's place?"

"No, we have something special for you, slut".

"I can hardly wait" I said.

The rest of the drive was mostly silent in anticipation of what was about to come. We talked small stuff a bit and I finally found out his name - Peter. He was an ex-football player, still young, but now playing only for fun so still in great shape.

We finally arrived at a decent looking house in one of the more upper class parts of the city. There were already about five cars in front, not counting the three in the yard which I assume were the owner's.

"I guess the party is already started" I said .

"Oh, no. Don't worry. You are the star attraction and there's no party without you", Peter said pleased.

"I am honored. Are these the same men from the other night?"

"Most of them. There are three new ones which you would have to impress. One of them is the host", he said.

"I will do my best".

Peter parked and lead me into the house. It seemed like a medium size house from the outside, but the inside was very big and spacious. I couldn't really see much though. Peter turned me straight into one of the side rooms. Well, it was still huge, though, with its own bathroom.

"OK, the same drill like last time. Get ready and wait for us to call you over. Oh, and there's a gift for you on the bed", Peter said and left.

I walked over to the bed and couldn't believe my eyes. A latex catsuit, a stunning long leather dress and a long black wig. I got so turned on immediately, I almost climaxed. I only assume this is from the owner of the house since they are not cheap at all. Now I had to work even harder to impress him and thank him for the gift properly. He was obviously a fan and knew his stuff. There was everything needed to put on the latex catsuit which shaped my body in an incredible way. I loved the loud creaking sounds it made as I was putting it on and walking around in it.

Then the dress. Oh, my, what a dress! It featured two thin straps going down and forming the top which was tightly fitted all the way down to the thighs. From there the dress flared with a big split at the front to show off my booted legs as I walk and give easy access for the men. Teamed with my shiny whore boots and leather gloves, the outfit was incredible. I put on my leather coat just to check myself out in the full outfit.

Then I put the wig on which was reaching to the middle of my back. It was long and black with a nice slightly rounded shape at the front. It looked especially sexy when only a part of it was going over one of my shoulders. It actually suited me very well. For the finishing touch I added the wetlook red lipstick and some eyeshadows and the perfume. I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what was happening. I looked exactly like in my wildest dreams. A slim, vulnerable slut wrapped in latex and leather with long black hair and cocksucking red lips. The fetish fuckdoll every real man would love to fuck long and hard.

I don't know how all of this went on. I was in a daze. I heard that the front door opened once or twice, but I didn't care. I was looking at myself, loving every second of it. I looked like I've always dreamed of and I was about to get gangbanged by real men again! It couldn't get any better than this!

"Valeria! Your party is ready!" I heard Peter. It was time! I was about to rock their world! There was no more worry in me. I was now a cock greedy leather anal slut. I needed men and I knew exactly how to drive them wild so they can fuck me like only real men can.
I went out of the room and walked slowly. The clicks of the heels of my shiny whore boots were filling the huge space. At first I was wondering where the men are.

"Over here, leather slut!", I heard Peter from behind one door. I headed towards it, buttoning up my coat to keep the rest of my outfit as a surprise. I put out my slutty strut and walked into the huge living room with confidence. There, another surprise was waiting for me. There were nine men once again, which was great. But this time five of them were wearing leather! Mark was rocking an unzipped leather jacket on his otherwise nude body, something I love.

Peter was also rocking a jacket but had a pair of leather gloves on too. The three new men were also rocking leather. Two of them were wearing just leather pants and one had already unzipped and shown his cock through, but keeping the pants buttoned at the top. I loved that. The third man, who was the host, was rocking an unzipped leather jacket, pants and gloves. And all of the men were sitting on three П-shaped leather couches with enough room in the middle for a top notch leather anal slut. And that was me!

"Wow", I said at the same time as a few of the men. We were all surprised by the view that greeted us.

I wasn't scared or worried anymore. I was turned on, confident and eager to please and to be fucked. And I had just the right men with me. I was addicted. A while back I would have never believed that I was going to become a fetish leather anal slut for men. But I was and I couldn't do anything about it, no matter how much I tried. That was me. A cocksucking leather anal cumslut whore for real men. And the real men loved that. They really did and I also did my best to please them better than anyone. I was addicted to them and they were addicted to me. It was a perfect match.

"Hello, you gorgeous, strong real men!", I said in a quiet voice as i slowly approached the men.

"Welcome, leather slut!", Mark said and also a few of the other men.

"What a leather goddess!", exclaimed one of the men.

"Oh, thank you very much, sir" I replied and bit my lower lip as i was looking at him. The host didn't said anything. He just smiled and looked at me with a very confident look like he was enjoying his creation.

I was now nearing the П-shaped "leather heaven" as I stared to call it later on. I was walking slowly and provocatively, enjoying every second of being looked at and desired by nine strong, powerful real men. They looked so eager to ravage me, but I wanted to really tease them before that. So, I stopped at the entrance of the leather heaven and modeled for them.

"How are you today, my gorgeous real men?" I asked while running my leather hands on my leather body.

The men replied with various answers, but with the same message: they are fine, horny and want to fuck my whore brains out. I started to slowly dance for my men and show them off the leather anal slut they will be fucking. After a few poses in my leather coat, I started to unbutton it slowly and tease them what's underneath.

Most of them gasped as they saw my tight long leather dress. They started calling me all kinds of leather-enhanced things much to their and my delight. Again only the host remained silent, but was looking on seemingly pleased.

As I was dancing for my strong real men and showing off, they started to get more and more turned on. They loved the way I teased and talked to them. They were also talking among themselves how I look and how hard they would fuck me. Then a strong, deep voice was heard and made everyone silent:

"Come here and let me see you, leather faggot!"

My eyes scanned the men trying to see who said it. It was the strong, so-far-silent, man.

"Valeria, please meet Paul. He's our host and the man who got you this gorgeous leather outfit", Mark said.

"It's an honor for me, Paul. Thank you so very much" I said as I slowly headed towards him.

"You have to earn it, leather faggot!", Paul said in a slow, but confident and strong way.

"With pleasure, sir", I replied as I was now in front of him.

He stood up and I was in for a surprise. He was very tall and huge. Easily at least one head taller than me despite my sky high heels and at least twice as wide. His muscles were well defined from what I could see underneath the leather jacket. And his leather pants had a visible big bulge because of me.

"Wow", is all I could say when this huge man towered above me.

"Don't be scared", he said with a slight smile seeing how much he impressed me. Everyone else were silent and looking on. It was obvious that he was the sole leader of the whole thing and nothing happens without his approval. And it wasn't so much his big frame, but his overall energy and presence. He was as mentally strong as he was physically if not more. He was the type of men people are just attracted to without knowing why. But I did know why. And he was also the type of man you can't really say "no" to, not because he's imposing, but because you simply don't want to say "no" to him, because he’s so energetic. And he knew it.

"Let me see what I have here", he said and started to run his strong hands on my leather body.

As he did so, he started to gently squeeze my leather body – waist, hips, thighs, calves. He did all of this while facing me and wrapping his huge arms around me. Then he placed them on my leather ass and started to first massage it, then squeeze it, slap it and squeeze it again. So much, that he was even lifting me up slightly as he did so. All I could do is moan slightly to his touch. It was so good. I was melting in his hands and his power. I simply moved slightly to his touch and ran my leather hands on his strong body thanks to his unzipped leather jacket.

“Mmm, very good, leather faggot. I see that you’re made for this”, he said after a few moments.

„Thank you, sir” I replied quietly.

“You’ve trained this leather faggot very well, Mark”, he said pleased.

“Nope, it’s all her. She’s just like that”, he replied.

“Really?”

“Yes. I told you, she’s quite the slut.”

“Impressive…”, he said still holding me. “So, it’s a natural desire for you to please strong real men, is that so, leather faggot?”, he asked me while squeezing my leather ass.

“Yes sir. I love strong and powerful real men”, I replied to which I head a few pleased sighs and moans from the other men.

“Very good”, Paul replied. “Do you want to please me?”

“Yes, sir”

“I didn’t hear you, leather faggot.”

“I want to please you, sir.”

“Nope. Still didn’t hear you”, he loved to tease me.

“I crave to please you like the cocksucking leather anal cumslut whore that I am, sir”

“Ah, that’s better”, he said pleased and slapped my leather ass. He then put his hands around my thin leather waist and turned me around, facing the rest of the men. "What do you see, leather faggot?”

“I see strong, powerful real men that I will please. I see my leather heaven”

“Very good. You are a natural leather faggot”, Paul said pleased while rubbing his strong body and crotch against my leather body. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder against his leather pants.

“Thank you, sir”

„Are you ready to please us, leather faggot?”

“Yes, sir”.

“I didn’t’ hear you”

“Yes sir, I am ready to please my strong, powerful real men”

“Do you want that, leather faggot?”

“Yes, sir”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I crave to please my strong and powerful real men and to be their best and favorite cocksucking leather anal slut, sir.”

“Good, you learn quick”, he said pleased.

“I aspire to please, sir”.

“Well, then, you have nine real men to please and to give your best to”, he said while squeezing my leather waist, firmly but also gently.

“I can’t wait to please my powerful real men, sir.”

“It’s time for you to start.”

“It’s my honor, sir.’

“How about you model your leather outfit for us a little bit more, leather faggot?”

“With pleasure, sir”.

“Good. Start by going to the kitchen and bring us the bottle and the glasses on the table there.”

“Of course, sir”.

“Can you handle carrying them in your high heeled whore boots?”

“Of course sir, no problem at all”, I replied fast and almost strict.

“Oh, sorry to irritate you, then”, he replied cheekily and gave me a slight slap on my leather ass as I started to walk.

“It’s OK, I forgive you, sir”, I replied with an equally cheeky tone.

“Such a tease…”, he said pleased.

I walked away slowly, putting my legs in front of each other and playing with my long leather coat by pulling it so it will cling to my body, shaping my figure as I knew the men were all looking at me. Then I slowly turned my head and looked at them behind my leather shoulder, winked and gave them an air kiss.

“What a slut!”, one of the men said.

“Tell me about it! I am going to fuck her so hard…”, another one added.

I was now nearing the kitchen, so hearing the men talking was a bit difficult. Still, I could make out a few words and phrases here and there from the more vocal men. Long story short, they were really thrilled. The ones that had fucked me during my first gangbang started telling the three new men about that time and how pleased they were. Paul, the host, was also saying something, but his lower deep voice was too difficult to make out.

Still, hearing the men being so pleased with me really thrilled me. It also eased me even more and made me even more willing to be fucked. Most of them knew exactly how to handle me and themselves and that turned me on even more. I could fully be myself around them. They accepted me for who I am. They weren’t judging. They saw in me someone who can relate to their sexual desires and turn them into reality. Just as they did the same for me. It was a dream come true and something I would never even think was remotely possible.

But it was. I was now in a house with 9 real men ready to be gangbanged for the second time. This time it was going to be different. I could already sense it. The men weren’t in a hurry. They wanted to be teased and to tease me in the process, too. Or maybe it was all Paul’s desire. I could see that he was enjoying postponing the inevitable.

I couldn’t help but notice the big kitchen, too. I’d never find what he wanted, but he had foreseen that and placed everything on the kitchen island. I thought about getting fucked on it, too. Mmm, that would be lovely. I also loved the feeling of soo much leather and latex wrapping my body all over. I was already getting hot because of it, but that wasn’t going to stop me or make me want to undress. Thank goodness for the aircon in the house which Paul had thoughtfully put on quite cool. I simply took a quick sip of water and picked the tray with the glasses and the bottle.

As I did that, my leather outfit creaked loudly and reminded me again who I am and where I am. Oh, it was so thrilling. Finally, after all this time, I could bring pleasure and care for someone else. And I could also feel they liked to see the thrill in me and made them feel stronger, powerful, desired. It was stunning how easily I could read men and know who would like me and who I could actually please. And I could please them with little effort. It all flowed naturally… Just like I’ve seen men do for women – they somehow naturally know how to draw their attention… something I was never able to do. But I was more than able to draw the attention of men… And not just any men, but the strong, confident real men. The best there are. I didn’t want to just suck them and have sex with them. I wanted to elevate them, to make them stronger, more confident, to reinforce them. And I was doing just that and they loved me for it. And I loved them.

As my gloved hands held the tray I was making my way back towards my strong and powerful real men. I must admit, I loved the feeling and taking care of my strong and powerful real men. This made me smile without realizing it. The men though did notice.

“Oh, now that’s what a call a proper service. What a smile”, said one of them.

“Sexy smile you little slut”, another one added.

“I think someone is enjoying herself”, a third once said.

“Yes sir, I do love every second”, I added.

“You like to serve men, don’t you”, one of them said.

“I love to please, sir. It’s an honor for me” I said as I tried to walk slowly and as sexy as I can towards them. They had moved the table to the side earlier so I went towards it and gently placed the tray there. Since it was a low table, I had to knee slightly which the tight leather around my body made into a real treat for the men and shaped my body quite nicely.

“Valeria, would you also bring us a bottle of water?”, Mark asked.

“Of course, my love” I replied without even thinking about it.

“Ohhhh, “my love”!!! What a leather faggot! Vulnerable cocksucking whore! She’s already in love, typical slut!” – that’s pretty much a gist of the reactions my reply provoked from the men.

“Yes, my gorgeous, strong and powerful real men. I love you. How can I now love such strong, powerful real men?”, I replied smiling as I was turning around and walking slowly towards the kitchen.

“You’re damn right, leather whore!”, one of them said.

“It makes you all feel even more powerful and strong, doesn’t it?”, I asked them as I was walking by them, running my leather hands on my leather body and slapped my leather ass slightly.

“Fuck, yes!, the men replied almost in unison which brought a teasing, confident smile in me. My plan was working. I was elevating my men already!

“There’s that smile again! I’d love to rub my cock on those whore lips!”, one of the men said.

“Oh, yes, sir. And I would love to feel your cock on my whore lips”, I replied as I rotated on my toes to blow him a kiss and then continued towards the kitchen faster. My heels clicked loudly on the wooden floor so I couldn’t really hear well the reaction of the men, but I sensed it was more than a pleased one. I went to the fridge and took the water and quickly went back, almost skipping on my toes as I entered the living room back to my men with my long leather coat flowing behind me in a nice visual spectacle.

“Look at her. She’s so eager to please”, Peter said pleased.

“Yes, I am, my love” I replied. I was almost glowing from happiness now. I loved it. I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. At that moment the doorbell rang.

“Why don’t you go and see who it is, leather faggot?”, Paul said.

“Yes, sir” I said and placed the water bottle on the table. Then I straightened my outfit and walked towards the door. I wasn’t even thinking. I was fully in the zone, although I knew it had to be someone who will join the party, since Paul let me open the door.
I went to the door and slowly opened it. To my surprise there were two tall, muscular black men waiting.

“Oh, damn! What a view”, one of them said surprised and pleased.

“Tell me about it. Hey, sweetie”, the other one added.

“Wow. Hello, sirs. I am guessing you’re here for the party?”

“You bet”, they both said.

“Come on in then”, I said. “Hi, I am Valeria, your leather anal slut”.

“Oh, now that sounds fucking hot. I’m Ron”, said the first man as he checked me out from head to toe.

“I’m Joe, pleased to meet you”, said to other one and to my surprise he took my leather hand and kissed it.

“Oh, thank you very much. It’s my honor”, I added.

They were both very tall and at first I was a bit surprised and wondered how I would handle not one, but two big black cocks. I’ve never been with black men until now, yet I’ve always wanted. But their vibe and magic quickly took me over, so I took their hands and lead them towards the rest of the men with a big smile. I noticed a big mirror in the hallway so I stopped and turned towards it with my two new guests to each side of me. There I was… In full leather from head to toe, slutty, elegant, looking better than I ever did, between two huge black men. I didn’t see what I’ve become. I saw who I am. It felt right. It felt that’s the way it should be.

“Amazing”, I said with a smile.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”, Ron asked pleased.

“You have no idea how much…”, I replied.

“Oh, we do, Valeria, we do”, Joe added.

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s all over you”.

“That’s probably just because of my outfit”.

“Oh, no. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it. You ooze passion and energy”, Joe said.

“And pretty soon you will be oozing cum, too”, Ron added cheekily.

“I will be oozing your cum, sir”, I whispered and kissed him on his neck which was pretty much at the level of my lips anyway.

“Fuck, what a tease”, he said and slapped and squeezed my ass.

I took one last glance at the mirror and lead my two new strong and powerful real men towards the rest.

“Ah, there you are. I thought they started to fuck you right then and there”, Paul said as we entered the living room.

“Actually, we took a stop in front of the mirror for me to enjoy the view”, I said happily.

“And what did you see?”

“Myself.”

“And who is that?”

“A cocksucking leather anal cumslut whore made and destined for strong and powerful real men.”

“Excellent. Glad you know it.”

“Oh, I know it, sir. I know it”, I said as I lead my guests to the leather heaven.

“You will need two more glasses, leather faggot”, Paul said.

“Of course, sir” I replied and went towards the kitchen again. I stepped lightly and I could hear the men. My two new guests were properly pleased with me. That’s all I needed to hear. I took a moment to find the glasses and then went back quickly, making my leather outfit sway and creak loudly which took the attention of the men and they all went silent to enjoy.

“Would you like to pour a drink for each of us, leather faggot?”, Paul said.

“It will be my honor, sir”. This started a relatively long process as I had to ask each of the now 11 real men if they want a drink, pour it then bring it to them and go back to the table to do it again for the next man. The men did enjoy it though, as I kept teasing them with seemingly innocent poses as I walked around them. They also took the pleasure of touching and groping me as I walked by them.

As I completed the drinks, I stood in the middle of the leather heaven and started to slowly dance for my men once again. Since my leather coat was unbuttoned the entire time so far, I started to tease it around my body. Even though I didn’t want to, I started to slowly take it off in order to show the men the leather outfit Paul provided. It was going to make being fucked a little easier anyway.

"Take your coat off for a bit to check out the dress, but then I want it back on you, leather faggot!", Paul said.

"It will be my pleasure, sir", I replied. I slowly took the coat off and Mark took it. I then modeled the dress which was tightly fitted on me, shaping my round leather ass nicely. The men moaned and groaned like tied-up b**sts. They were so ready... But everyone waited for Paul's permission first. And he wasn't done teasing all of us. He wanted to bring everyone to the edge.

"You look very elegant, leather faggot. Like a high class leather slut", Paul said pleased at the view.

"Thank you very much, sir", I replied running my hands on my leather body.

Paul got up and went to Mark and took my leather coat. He then came to me and motioned for me to give my hands at the back and started to put the coat back on me. He took his time, doing it slowly and then running his hands on my back. Then he leaned towards me and kissed me on the neck as he wrapped his huge and strong arms around me. I moaned slightly as he continued to kiss my neck and pulled me back into his body holding me firmly, but gently. I reached up with my right hand to caress his head as he was still kissing me. I could feel his rock hard cock aching to get free from his leather pants, throbbing against my leather body.

The other men were enjoying the view of their slim, vulnerable leather slut getting engulfed by this huge alpha male and were mostly keeping their hands on their cocks. Paul though wanted to make them all know who's in charge and that I am firstly his and then theirs. He kissed me for a few moments and ran his strong hands all over my leather body, taking great pleasure in every touch. Then he turned me around, facing him, grabbed my leather ass and squeezed it and slapped it a few times, keeping me close to his body as I kissed his neck in return.

Then he ran his hands to the front of my thighs and slightly lifted the skirt of my long leather dress just a bit. Then he ran his hands round the back and lifted me up with such ease as if I was a feather. I was now up in the air, in his strong hands, holding myself behind his neck with my booted legs spread wide for a bit and then locked them around his waist. He started to kiss me passionately and gently bouncing me up and down on his hands to show me how light I feel and just how strong he is. He carried me to the middle of the leather heaven and gently put me down and even straightened my dress back down, making sure my outfit is once again fitted perfectly.

"Do you like the outfit I got you, leather faggot?", he asked as he was gently caressing my cheek.

"Yes, sir. I love it very much. It's actually my exact dream outfit ever", I replied.

"I know it is. Mark told me, so I got it especially for you. I wanted you to feel at your best for this and to see your appreciation", he said.

"I am very, very grateful, sir", I replied almost whispering and kissed him gently as I lifted my booted leg towards his leather crotch and rubbed it. Then I started kissing him on his neck and slowly going down his strong and powerful chest between the unzipped leather jacket. I was slowly kneeling in front of him, kissing his abs which were only slightly defined, but enough to feel them with my lips and gloved leather fingers. As I kneeled, my leather and latex outfit was creaking loudly. Then I continued to kiss him down his right leather thigh, then the left going up and finally stopping at his big leathered bulge.

I looked up to him and slowly and gently started to kiss it with my leather hands gently rubbing his leather thighs. I kissed it as if I was making out with it, adding my tongue and swirling it around the bulge.

"Thank you so much for the outfit, sir. Thank you for the special evening you've set up for me. Thank you for being so considerate and thoughtful", I whispered as I continued to kiss his leather bulge and look up at him. He just smiled at me and gently caressed my hair.
I moved my hands up towards his bulge and started to unbutton his leather pants for my prize. I did so with a cheeky, slightly greedy smile, biting my lip. I didn't even realize I was doing it, until I heard the men commenting how cockhungry I look. As I unbuttoned his pants, his already rock hard cock was already showing. I released it and buttoned only the top button back.

"You like your men leathered, don't you", he said pleased.

"If they so wish, then yes, sir. I would take advantage of that" I looked up at him smiling.

"So, this mix of leathered and naked men is just up to your taste, then", he said.

"It's more than perfect, sir", I replied and as I was still looking up at him ran my tongue all along the shaft of his rock hard cock.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”, Paul asked as he was enjoying my leather body.

“I am more than a girl, sir”, I replied.

“Is that so? What are you then?”

“I am beyond a girl.”

“And what does that make you?”

“Myself.”

“So, you enjoy this not only for the sex?”

“Oh, yes. Absolutely”.

“What more then?”

“To be accepted who I am. To be myself around people who like me for who I am. To bring them the best pleasure I can. To be desired. To take care of them…”, I said still looking up at him.

“So, this right here is the real you?”, he said as he ran his hands through my hair.

“Yes, sir. I think so”

“Mm, so then you deserve special treatment then”, he said pleased.

“And what is that, sir?” I asked.

“To give you what you want."

“I feel like you are already doing that, sir”, I said as he reached down and pulled me up, then quickly turned me around, facing the men with hands over my leather body and as he was gently rubbing his leather crotch against my leather butt.

“Oh, no. You have no idea”, he said as he squeezed my thin leather waist.

“I would be honored, sir”, I said pleased as I slowly wiggled my leather ass against him.

“But first, you have to earn it”, he said.

“With pleasure, sir”.

“This means I want to see the best of you.”

“You have it, sir”

“Not only in your appearance and sexual skills, which Mark said are quite impressive”, he said.

“What else, sir?”

“What if I told you we aren’t going to fuck you today?”

“Ok.. then what?”

“Me and the guys are going to watch a game and you will take care of us, since you said you want that”.

“Sure. It will be my pleasure.”

“This means making sure each and every one of my guests are well taken care of. It means helping them, making them comfortable, giving them a nice leather show and tease. They will be able to touch you anywhere they want at any time they want. Make them proud you are the chosen one to take care of them. Make them can’t wait to fuck you”, Paul said with lots of passion.

“Of course, sir. I will be happy to do it”, I replied, biting my lips.

“There’s only one problem”, Paul said.

“What’s that?”

“The game is after about 3 hours… So… we WILL fuck you now. And then you have to take care of us afterwards.”, Paul said smiling.

“Oh, so you really want to test me”, I teased.

“Yes, I want to see how enthusiastic you are when you’re well fucked and well tired. Maybe you change your mindset after you get fucked and lose interest in being who you say you are”, Paul said.

“Interesting… I was worrying the same for my men, as this is what usually happens”, I replied.

“And what about you?”

“Like I said, I want men who like me for who I am and like to be around me, not only to fuck me. I need real men to be around with. To love them. To take care of them. To please them”, I said without thinking.

“To love them, eh? How romantic”, he said with a teasing voice as he rubbed his throbbing cock against my leather butt.

“Mm..” I replied with slight hesitation. I realized what I said now. It may have been too much.

“What? Don’t you want to love your men?”, he said teasing and gently slapping and squeezing my leather butt with his hand.

“Actually.. I do. A lot. But most men run away when they hear this”, I said.

“Do you see anyone running?”, Paul said and motioned his hand around showing me all of the men that were here for me.

“Well..no…”, I said with a shy voice. In fact, the men were all looking at men with fire in their eyes. I would have thought that my rambling would bore them and that they simply want to fuck my whore brains out. Instead, they looked at me like no one has ever before. It’s then that I realized that despite looking strong and powerful, they are still humans. And they want some warmth, too. They need someone to take care of them. Someone who they can relax with. Someone who can appreciate them and they also want someone to appreciate. Someone they can be strong and powerful for. And that was me.

“What do you see?”

“A group of real men I will take care of. My strong and powerful real men I want to take care of”, I said look slowly at each of them.

“And what else?”, Paul said with a pleased voice. I could feel his cock getting rock hard between the leather layers and pressed against my leather butt.

“The real men I crave and need.”

“And..”

“The real men I want to love…”

“Good girl…Oh, yes, you’re not a girl…”, he said pleased and teasing.

“No, sir.”

“You are our own leather faggot slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then say it”

“I am your own top notch vulnerable leather cumslut anal faggot whore who can please you better than anyone and loves my strong and powerful real men”

“Oh, very bold. You sound very sure and confident about that”, Paul said as the men grinned. “What do you think guys? Can this leather faggot slut live up to the promise?”

The men seemed to approve. Their replies were along the lines of: “She definitely has potential”, “We will have to test her quite thoroughly”, “I am sure she will”, etc.

“What about you, Mark?”, Paul said as he turned me slightly towards him.

“I already know she can”, he said pleased.

“You are the discoverer of this leather gem, after all”, Paul teased.

“Yes I am. I saw the potential immediately”, he replied pleased.

“You definitely have a good eye”, someone else said.

“Let’s see how much you love and crave us. And who knows, maybe we will make you feel like a leather queen”, Paul said and made a gesture with his hand.

All of the men stood up and started surrounding me. They were quick to start groping my leather body. Their hands were all over me, some were even kissing me anywhere they could. Some had to reach over the rest as they were a bit further back. But there were a few moments where all of them had at least one hand somewhere on my leather body. I lost track of time. It felt so mesmerizingly good to be the center of attention of so many real men. I could feel they wanted to do this for a long time. They couldn’t contain themselves and I could feel their passion and energy. They wanted this as much as me, if not more. No, it wasn’t more. I needed them as much as they needed me, even if for slightly different reasons. But they were mutually completing each other reasons. And all of this made it even more special.

But I couldn’t think of all of this. I was in a sea of passion. The men were moaning, roaring and showering me with attention. I had the complete, undivided attention of so many real men. They wanted me for who I am. And they wanted me a lot. A whole lot.

I should feel a bit scared or intimidated by so many men all over me. Would they be too rough? Usually such… events, are quite… unlimited. Yet, I felt strangely secure and safe in the hands of my men. I felt desired, protected. I felt I am where I always should have been. The men sensed my passion and relaxation which told them I really meant everything I’ve said. This made them even more passionate and willing to give me their best.

At first all I could do is let myself in the moment. Feeling all of their hands and lips all over me. But slowly I relaxed and was able to not only receive pleasure, but give it. At first I started with some verbal motivation for my men. Telling them how much I love their touch, how much I love to be surrounded by them. I also told them how much I crave them and was teasing them by asking them if they like the feel of my leather body. They all replied with pleased moans or by telling me exactly who I am.

The men weren’t in a hurry at all. You would expect all they want it to start fucking me relentless. Instead, they took their time enjoying my leather body to the fullest. Some were stepping back to let others have a closer “look” at men. But at all moments I had at least 4 men all over me. They all wanted to experience my leather attraction as much as possible. I don’t know how much time all of this took, but eventually I started feeling more than hands and lips on my leather body. Some rock hard cocks were starting to rub against my leather body. I also reached out and grabbed a couple with my leather hands.

I was getting more and more cock hungry.

“I need cock. Give me my big tasty cocks”, I said as I was slowly getting down on my knees. I took effort to place my long leather dress and long leather coat to flow all around me. I looked like in the middle of a leather fountain. I also pulled the leather coat over my boots' heels, so they are visible. Something the men quite liked. They quickly surrounded me as much as they could. About 6 of them could be around me like this. They started to slap and rub their cocks all over my face, telling me who I am and how much I turn them on as I sucked them.

After a while of them changing places, Paul motioned and they lined up as I had to craw over each of them for a few moments of personal attention to each of them. This way they could see the hunger in my eyes. Something they pointed out a few times.

Naturally, by now the heat was rising, so some of the men enjoyed their personal time by grabbing my head and fucking my mouth. I also tried to deep throat them as much as I can, gagging on them, looking up at them. Making them feel strong, powerful and special was my main goal. All of the men showed clear signs I've achieved it. Some of them even wanted me to look up at them the entire time which I did with pleasure. I've never felt like this before. It was a strange feeling of being strong, confident, desired... Usually I don't like being the center of attention and I've never got any attention when in my regular "mode". When I feel the leather, latex and heeled boots on me though, I change. I love the attention and I know exactly how to get it and what to do with it. And I feel "right". I feel great. I feel "me".

I also felt strangely connected to the men. I was more than comfortable with them. For a moment I thought just how Paul had managed to find them all. I guess that took years of building this group. It felt like I was the last piece to complete it and his work.
As the fun progressed, Paul seemed pleased with everyone involved. He stepped towards me and pulled me up again.

"Having fun, leather faggot?", he said as he was holding my cheeks with his big, strong hand.

"Yes, sir", I mumbled a bit dazed.

"What was that?"

"Yes, sir, I am having so much fun to be so loved and desired by so many strong and powerful real men and to take care of them."

"Good, leather slut", he said pleased and pulled me towards one of the leather couches.

Paul once again came behind me and reached around my leather body running his strong hands from my shoulders, down my chest, belly and thighs. Then he moved his hands around the back while pulling my long leather coat to the side. Next, he returned his hands to my thighs and started to pull up my leather dress. One he felt it's high enough to allow access to the next layer, he stopped, leaving the rest to the side.

Then he ran his hand up and down my leather butt which was encased in the latex catsuit. He gave it a couple of gentle slaps and a few squeezes while rubbing his cock on it. I knew wat was coming, so I just arched my back even more to make my now latex butt pop out even more. Paul responded with a pleased sigh while some of the men complemented how good my "round small butt" looked as if it was "begging to be fucked"... which it was doing.

Paul then pulled down the zipper of the catsuit just a bit, to gain complete access to my tight butt. He then turned me around and started kissing me and fondling my butt.

"Do you want to feel like a leather queen?", he said as he was still squeezing my latex butt and even gently lifting me up.

"I already do, sir."

"Oh, no, you just think you do", he said and pushed my hips back to make my butt pop out again. Then he spread my butt a bit and before I knew it I felt a tongue there. Paul continued to kiss me as a few of the men took turns making my ass ready. I was moaning in his mouth and holding his hard cock in my leather hand.

A few minutes later I felt a few drops of cold liquid on my ass - the men were lubing me up. The time was coming for the main course.
I felt two strong hands grab my leather waist and pull me back a bit while Paul kept holding me. This way I was slightly bent, my head at his chest level as I felt a rock hard cock slap my butt cheeks and rub between them. I wanted to look back to see who it was, but Paul kept his leather hand on my chin and wanted me to look up at him.

"Are you ready, leather faggot?", he asked.

"Yes, sir. I've been ready."

"For what?"

"To be fucked by all those strong and powerful real men."

"Are you ready to become our own leather faggot slut?"

"Yes, sir. I can't wait."

"Then, do the honors, Mark", Paul said.

Mark didn't waste time and slid slowly in my well prepared and lubed leather and latex butt. Paul held my head up as he wanted to see my face reaction as Mark's cock went deep in me. I didn't see my reaction, nor did I thought about it.

"Oh, yes. You are a natural. That expression, those eyes lighting up as he went in you. That's exactly what I wanted to see", Paul said pleased. As Mark was slowly but confidently picking up the pace I just looked up at Paul slightly moaning and smiled at him. "Fuck, yes. That's the smile I needed to confirm that you are the one we were looking for!", he added and kissed me.

"Yes, sir. I am your leather faggot slut", I replied as my body was shaking from Mark's more and more powerful thrusts.

"You're about to graduate to a leather queen", Paul said and stepped back and sit on the leather couch. A second later a few of the men immediately surrounded me and started to have their way with me. I was bent even more, so I can suck whichever cock was the nearest and the guys began to change places.

Mark had prepared me well for the rest of the men. He also made sure I am always well lubed up for each new cock that was going deep in me. It was a unique feeling. Each cock felt different. Each man fucked me with a different style and rhythm. Some were slow with long thrusts. Others were hard and fast. Yet all of them took care to make sure my body, moans and everything continues to show them I am feeling pleasure and I even felt protected and secure with everyone.

"Come sit on your throne, leather queen", Paul said after a while. All of the men suddenly stepped back. I was a few steps away from the leather couch where Paul was sitting, holding his big cock straight up. I was looking like a hot mess by now. Spit and precum drooling from my chin, my leather outfit was crooked, my lipstick had smeared. All of that made the men pretty pleased with their work and they complemented me on how hot I look. That's how a leather slut looks like, they said.

I looked straight into Paul's eyes and started walking toward him slowly, making sure one leg steps in front of the other, slightly crossing it and swaying my hips. Coming closed to him I also bit my lower lip. It was unintentional, I was just that hot for him. Something everyone noticed and again remarked with cheers.

I came close to him and slowly straddled him then grabbed his cock with my leather hand and guided it in my ass. All while I was looking at him with passion. Thankfully, I was now well worked after the initial wave of men, so I managed to take his big cock with relative ease. Plus, the lube did help a lot. After a couple of minutes of slow movements to adjust, I started to pick up the pace. Paul grabbed my leather waist which was of great support and I started to ride him faster, harder, rotating and wiggling my ass with his cock in me. All while being cheered by the rest of the men who complemented me on what a good cock rider I am.

After a little bit more, Paul moved his hands to my ass and grabbed it and started to fuck me from underneath. Then he pulled me up a bit and his cock out. In a second there was another cock in me, fucking me. When it pulled out, Paul lowered me down onto his cock for a bit and then pulled out again for someone else.

"You look good on your throne, leather queen", he said. "Now turn around and face them as you ride me."

I did it immediately and as I was riding him I was looking at all of those big, strong men. All rock hard, all with fire in their eyes. And all because of me and for me. That sight made me incredibly turned on to the point I felt an orgasm building up. Paul sensed that by my body tensing up. Along with the tight latex and leather all over me it was too much. The rest of the men also saw the signs and surrounded me starting to touch me all over my leather body, slapping their cocks on my face, "showering" me with dirty talk. It didn't take long before it happened. A body- and mind-shattering orgasm so strong I started shaking and loosing my balance. Paul responded by tightening his grip on my leather waist to hold me up and fucking me even harder. That sight also pushed a few of the guys over the edge, too. And I climaxed with a cock in me, a cock in my whore mouth and two more cocks cumming over my slutty face.

I was now in a complete daze. Breathing heavily, still sitting on Paul with his cock fully in me, but not moving. A couple of cocks gently rubbing my face. Surrounded by the men. All looking at me with huge smiles and hard cocks. It felt surreal. Not because it felt wrong. On the contrary. It felt perfectly right. But it was surreal because it was actually happening. And I was far from done.

"You're quite the performer, aren't you", I heard a voice.

"Thank you. When you do something you love, it shows", I said.

"Most definitely. Unless all of this screaming wasn't just for a show?"

"What screaming?"

"As you were cumming...."

"I screamed?"

"You didn't realize?"

"No, I felt so incredible and it was so strong I lost track of everything", I replied which was the complete truth.

"So, it was real."

"Absolutely. I've never even thought I'm a screamer... But then again, I've never experienced such power and passion before", I replied as Paul pulled out slowly from me. He had cummed, too, without me even realizing it. I was also still covered in cum from two men and had part of the load of a third one in my mouth.

"Fuck... I haven't cummed like that in a very long time. You got me so fucking hot you fucking leather faggot!", Paul exclaimed with a deep, but very pleased tone.

"I aim to please, sir. As your leather queen", I teased him back.

"You definitely earned to be a leather queen, you leather faggot", said. "And you also earned somethin else", he added.

Before I could ask what, I was pulled from him and placed on my knees. Three men immediately surrounded me and started to rub their cocks on my cum-glazed face. I started to work their cocks with my leather hands and mouth. It didn't take long before they cummed all over me.

Without any break I was again pulled up and pushed on the leather couch. Another man lifted up my booted legs and immediately started to fuck me with a strong rhythm. He held my leather waist, looked in me and fucked me hard and fast while telling me what a tight leather body I have for him. He cummed after a couple of minutes and another man immediately took his place. This time two more men went up to my face and cummed on me, too.

"And now your dessert", Paul said.

Again, immediately I was pulled up and picked up in the air by one of the black guys. He guided his big black cock in me and started slowly fucking me and simply bouncing me on his cock with is strong hands. The other black guy came up behind me and they took turns fucking me like that, up in the air, all in their power and will and staying close to me.

Then he put me down and pushed me down on my knees. Both of them started slapping their big black cocks on my whore face, talking dirty to me, making me beg them for their cum. I teased them further by rubbing my leather hands on their thighs. It didn't take long until both of them gave me their hot cum nearly in the same time. My first big black cocks. Definitely not my last, even for today.

"Wow, what a dessert..." I exclaimed dazed as I swallowed. There I was, covered in the cum from 11 real men, in full leather and latex, sitting dazed on the floor with bent knees with the leather around me like a leather cum fountain. Smeared makeup, breathing heavily, looking at 11 men around me. How did I get to this? And more importantly, why did it take so long?

"Fuck, look at her... Just look at her", Paul said.

"I see it, too", Mark said.

"Destined for it", my neighbor added.

"Cummed like a porn star, fucked 11 men, covered in cum, got ravaged and yet looks as hungry as ever, eager for more and fresh as a daisy", someone else added.

"Not only that, she also looks in love", Paul added with almost a proud tone in his voice.

"That's because she is", Joe said.

"And she's proud to be where she is", Ron added with his sexy deep voice.

"I do love you all... Thank you all for this amazing experience. Thank you for taking such good care of me and making me feel desired, appreciated and cared for. Thank you for being so carful and mindful", I replied as I looked at each of my men.

"Help our leather queen up", Paul said. Immediately a few men rushed to help me.

"Strong, powerful, fucking me like stallions and gentlemen... I am in heaven?" I said as they helped me up.

"Anything for our leather queen", they said pleased.

"I will always also be your leather faggot slut", I replied.

"One doesn't exclude the other", Paul said pleased.

It turned out walking was quite the challenge after such an experience. I nearly tumbled, but I also felt so hot, fresh and energized...

"Do you need anything, leather faggot queen?", Paul said as the men helped me and guided me to the leather couch.

"No, sir. I have all I could ever need", I replied.

"Bring our leather faggot slut of a queen some water", Paul said.

"I thought I was supposed to take care of you", I said smiling.

"You are, but that doesn't mean we won't also take care of you. Especially after such a performance", he replied pleased and run his hand through my hair.

"Yes, sweetie. You can count on all of us for anything you need. You've more than earned it", someone else said and the rest agreed.

"Plus, you are going to continue to earn it... a lot...", my neighbor teased.

"Wow, you are really making me feel like a leather queen", I said as I crossed my booted legs and my outfit creaked loudly, much to the pleasure of my men.

"I told you, you have no idea what we can do for you", Paul said.

"As, always, real men are always right", I said.

"Of course. You now have full protection, guards, drivers, helpers. There's a lot of us, so you will always have someone at hand at all times", Paul said.

"Wow. That's quite the honor... And what do I have to do for it?"

"Just continue being yourself."

"I plan to. You are all incredible."

"And we will reward you for it. We have everything in the group - doctors, lawyers, various experts with connections. All will be available to you", Paul said.

"Sounds like I've just been through an initiation", I said jokingly.

"You may look at it this way. Or... you may look at it as something you've earned for being yourself and for being such an eager leather cumslut", Paul replied.

"You're making me want to take care of you even more", I said.

"Rest for now. There's still a little time left before the game", Paul said.

"I love how she's just sitting there covered in cum, like nothing has happened. Most are quick to wipe it off, but not our leather faggot slut", Ron said.

"Do I look pretty", I teased.

"Oh, fuck yeah", was the general reaction by my men. We spent some of the time in small talk as the guys took turns to go clean up and freshen up. I remained with their cum on me, teasing them, feeling it on and in me, making me feel so good.

Slowly I felt the energy return to my body and legs. I was also a bit sore and I was for sure going to walk a little funny like I've been fucked by 11 men... Oh, wait... I had just been fucked by 11 men and that was about to happen again...

I stood up to stretch a bit. And yes, I did walk a bit funny, but I turned into a positive. Since we all knew why I walk like that, all men were pretty pleased and turned on, knowing it was their work that made me a walking leathered billboard of what real men do.

"You can go freshen up, too", Paul said.

"Should I", I asked.

"Sure. Why not. You will get a new, fresh coating of cum later. After all the men will want to kiss you, too and to enjoy you some more", Paul said.

"Well, in that case, I better go freshen up", I replied pleased.

I started to walk slowly and teasingly to the room, letting my long leather coat and dress flow around me. As the men were now walking about, for the brief few moments I walked, they all stopped what they were doing and looking at me. Everything became quiet and you could only heed my heels and leather. And the occasional dirty compliment from someone. Then they continued doing what they were doing as I thanked them with a smile and disappeared from the room.

As I entered the room where I changed, I caught a glimpse of my regular clothes. They looked and felt like they belonged to someone else. I checked my phone - nothing. Only a few spam emails. Figures, all the people who were interested in me beyond regular work hours were in the next room, so no surprise there.

I went into the bathroom to clean myself up. That's when I finally saw the real me - hair a bit ruffled, smeared makeup and lipstick, a thick cover of cum all over my face, splats of it on my leather coat and leather dress, on my boots, jaw and butt sore... Finally alone after being fucked by 11 men. I should feel weird. Ashamed even. So much cum all over me and in me... Disgusting, degrading... I should go home now...

Nope... I felt none of that. Instead, I felt relaxed, calm, a bit satiated but also hungry for more. I was even thrilled to be where I am and knowing that I had a lot more yet to come and cum... Finally free, finally appreciated, finally surrounded by real men. There was no doubt that everything they had said to me before and during our fun was true. I was all of that and more.

But I had no time to dwell on that. I had to get ready and go back to my real men. I washed up and reapplied my makeup. As I was just finishing, there was a knock on the door:

"Valeria, is everything OK?", Paul was at the door.

"Yes, sir. Almost done", I said.

"Relax, there's no rush. Can I come in?"

"Of course."

"Just wanted to see if you need anything", Paul said as he came in the bathroom. For a moment he just stood still lo