Word Seduction by Julien

Julien · 11-11-2012, 08:57 AM

Mystery in Leather
by
Julien

She walked in to my classroom in a form fitting leather skirt, with black stilletos and a silky long sleeve blue blouse. This woman was every inch a femme, from the top of her blond head to the tips of her manicured nails and the length of her legs. She looked like she was going out on a date not to listen to a lecture on the Femme Fatale in Film Noir. Her short blond hair shined in the dull lighting of the packed room. Oh yes, she stood out, just like the femme fatale in the film I was about to show to the class. It was difficult to not notice her as she sat in the back row. When I took roll her name wasn't on the list and she didn't volunteer it. This made me frown, not without curiosity about who she was and why she was in my class. It was not uncommon for some interested person to come into a class in hopes to adding or enrolling in the course, but I had a suspicion that this was not her goal. I could feel her gaze watching me as I talked to the class and prepared Bound for viewing.

In the film, Violet, the femme fatale seduces Corky, the butch, into helping her deceive the mob. In one scene, Corky is working on the neighboring condo to Violet and her mobbed up boyfriend Ceasar. Corky is wary of Violet when the femme comes to the door of the condo where Corky is working. Violet brings over a cup of coffee and offers it to Corky. The no-nonsense butch cannot make Violet out because she feels the attraction between the two of them but does not know what Violet's agenda is. In this scene Violet uses her body position and the end of the frame to corner Corky and with a subtle glance, a smile and her soft voice she is beginning her seduction. She “pushes” Corky to the left of center with her body and voice, never once touching Corky. This scene is erotically charged in its framing and body position of Violet in relation to Corky and I wanted the class to see it to feel its intensity. While watching the film from my vantage point, to the side of the screen, I could see the mystery in leather sitting in the back row, not watching the film but watching me. I began to feel my temperature rise as I'm sure Corky's does in the film when she is close to Violet. The class is small only 25 people in stadium seating, she sits in the back row high above those of us at the bottom observing. As the film goes on I am squirming in my chair, especially with the two characters kiss or have sex. I keep thinking of the mystery in leather sitting there seemingly calm and cool, while I'm hot and bothered by the mere sense of her in the room. The film ends and we begin our question and answer period and my femme fatale is intent on the questions the students have about the nuances of the film, its characters and the meaning of the femme fatale. Almost at the end of the discussion she raises her hand and asks, “do you think the femme fatale always uses her sexuality to the detriment of the hero in film noir or can she truly love the hero?” My reply to that question is that the femme fatale has come a long way to being the downfall of the troubled hero. As with Bound there is some avenue for love, even within the film noir. The character is ever evolving, but the use of her sexuality is still a strong motivator for the heroes decisions. With that the Q & A was over and as I give my students the assignment for the next class, my mystery in leather gets up and leaves the room. I feel as if there is a vacuum in the space she held. I grab my briefcase and head to my office, it is late, but I need to get some work done before I leave campus for the night.

A short time later, I hear a knock on my door. To my surprise I find the mystery woman in leather standing there and I am speechless. She is even more alluring than I could have imagined. Standing there she exudes sensual confidence that makes me harden as she gazes into my eyes. I stand back to let her into the office. My office is spacious with a desk at one end and a conference table in the middle. It is decorated in warm tones and the lighting is muted expect for my desk space. She drops her purse on the table and faces me with a questioning gaze. I ask, “what may I help you with this evening, Miss....I don't know your name”. She says, “you may call me Violet, like the character in the film you showed this evening.” She comes closer to me and I step back slightly bumping into a chair. Sitting down abruptly I look up at her and she reaches out to touch my face. Caressing my cheek, she says, “you think you understand the nuances of a femme fatale do you? You think we are all in it for just our own gratification, well I'm here now to teach you a few things about a femme.”

She stands closer to me in my seated position and forces my legs apart to fit comfortably between my knees. I begin to speak, but she places a finger over my lips. Feeling her fingers there I cannot help but lightly glaze my tongue over her fingertips. As she closes her eyes she moans with approval. Turning away from me she saunters toward the door of my office and locks it. She then approaches me as she runs her hands over her leather clad hips and thighs. Her legs look long and lovely as she once again stands between my knees. “This is all about you and your pleasure” she says to me. Reaching for my short cropped, salt n pepper hair, she runs her fingertips through it and cups the back of my neck. I place my hands on her hips and bring her a close as I can to me. I want to feel her skin and warmth. I can feel the smoothness of the leather and her soft skin underneath. My mystery femme bends down to kiss me for the first time, slowly she takes the tip of her tongue and traces my lips encouraging me to open them for her. I run my hands up her back and begin to kiss her deeply, taking my breath away. Reaching up to the buttons on her silky blouse I begin to unbutton them. I feel the clenching of my pussy as my hands reach into her blouse and caress her breasts under a black lacy bra. Her nipples are erect and she moans her approval as she cradles my head in her hands. She breaks off the connection and slips out of her blouse. I lick and bite her nipples under her bra. All the while I am becoming more wet and aroused than I have ever been. My slacks are uncomfortable for the seated position. I feel chills course through my body with every touch of her skin and her hands on me. Taking my time I reach around her back and unhook her bra, slipping it from her shoulders and arms. Her breasts are beautiful and full. Her nipples look taunt and red from the friction from my tongue and the lace. Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck and bite this beautiful femme. She holds her other breast and squeezes the nipple, creating even more tension in our bodies. My fingertips graze her stockings as I run my hands down her legs. I am mesmerized by her skin and presence. She bends down to kiss me deeply, tongues tasting one another, remembering each lick and caress. My femme parts her legs as my hands travels up her thighs, bringing my hands to her pussy, wet and slick from desire and want. My thumb stimulates her clit and she tilts her head back with pleasure. I slip two fingers into her warm pussy and thrust deeply inside her. She gasps, grabbing my hair. She rides my fingers as I slide them deeply into her. After a moment she asks me to stop and I do, pulling my fingers slowly from her warm wet pussy. She says, “I have something that you might approve of if you look in my bag.”

Opening her bag I find an array of toys and bondage materials. “You seem to know just what I like” I say to this beautiful woman in front of me. I pull out a dildo, wrist restraints, rope, latex gloves, and a black leather flogger. Standing next to her I begin to take off her skirt. Kissing her I reach around to undo the zipper and pull the skirt down over her thighs to her feet. She stands there with a garter belt and stockings and nothing else. Her pubic hair is damp and her pussy lips are glistening, begging to be licked and stroked. “Tell me” I ask, “do you like to be spanked?” “Yes Daddy, I do, please spank me” you whisper to me. “Oh I intend to and so much more, Baby Girl.” I grab the wrist restraints and bind her wrists in front of her and then unrolled the rope, soft to touch I begin to wrap the rope around her back, with her arms in front and create a complex system creating a bondage bra, which causes her nipples to become even harder and more tempting to me. Her breathing quickens with every coil of my rope around her body and breasts. Her hips move rhythmically against the air looking for something hard to connect to. I decide to use some improvised nipple clamps with a couple of paperclips, forcing her nipples to remain erect as I continue to prepare you for her spanking.

Remaining clothed I rubbed my body against her naked skin. The heightened sensation of the “bra”, the clamps, and what's to come next excites her. She begins to beg me to spank her and fuck her. I grab her by the arms and turn her to face the table in my office. I bend her over the table, exposing her butt to me. I tell her to spread her legs so I can see her beautiful pussy and anus. Putting on the gloves I bend over to stroke her and bit her ass. She is grinding into the table and I grab the flogger. I gently stroke her ass with the straps. She moans and spreads her legs, I see that she is preparing herself for what I am about to give her. Continuing to stroke her ass, her juices are running down her thighs begging for me to lick her, but I hold back. It is lovely torture that we are both going through in this play. I bring my flogger back and strike her ass. It is so lovely to see her reaction to my flogging as I continue to flog her. Bracing herself against the table she grinds her hips with each building stroke. Her ass is getting red from all the attention and I begin to slow down my strokes. She is so aroused and so am I. “I am going to fuck you until you scream” grabbing the dildo and plunging it to her she gasps for air. Her lips encase my cock and I can “feel” her juices and warmth as I stroke her. My cock is so hard filling her completely and deeply. Her hips thrust back to meet me as I fuck her. With my free hand I caress her red marks my flogger has left behind and I tease her anus with my fingertips. Moaning her approval she is reaching her climax, I slip my index finger into her anus. With my cock and fingers stroking her in the same motion I can feel her pussy clamp down on my cock. “I'm going to cum” she cries out and I thrust harder and deeper in to her beautiful body. “Cum for me, cum all over my cock” I urge her. She's panting and I can feel small vibrations building to a wonderful climax as she ejaculates, streams of her juices running down her thighs. I grab her by the shoulders and turn her to lie on her back with her legs spread wide for me. Placing my hands on her hips, I go down on her wet pussy bringing her up again. Spreading her lips I lick her erect clit, she tenses for another climax and screams my name. I lick up her juices and marvel at this femme's loveliness, her taste. She is breathing rapidly as she begins to come down from her orgasms. I free her hands and undo the rope bra and nipple clamps. Relaxing on the table she reaches for me and pulls me close by my tie and says, “let's go to your place and I'll show you how a femme can make you cum harder than you ever had. I want you to fuck me while I ride your cock.” She leans forward to kiss me and I am under her spell. Letting her dress we leave the office for my place where what comes next is for another time.

11-11-2012, 08:57 AM	#13
Julien Member How Do You Identify?: TG/GenderQueer Preferred Pronoun?: I'm flexible, but only up to a point. Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Alabama, Gulf Coast area Posts: 1,007 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,247 Thanked 2,702 Times in 737 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Mystery in Leather by Julien She walked in to my classroom in a form fitting leather skirt, with black stilletos and a silky long sleeve blue blouse. This woman was every inch a femme, from the top of her blond head to the tips of her manicured nails and the length of her legs. She looked like she was going out on a date not to listen to a lecture on the Femme Fatale in Film Noir. Her short blond hair shined in the dull lighting of the packed room. Oh yes, she stood out, just like the femme fatale in the film I was about to show to the class. It was difficult to not notice her as she sat in the back row. When I took roll her name wasn't on the list and she didn't volunteer it. This made me frown, not without curiosity about who she was and why she was in my class. It was not uncommon for some interested person to come into a class in hopes to adding or enrolling in the course, but I had a suspicion that this was not her goal. I could feel her gaze watching me as I talked to the class and prepared Bound for viewing. In the film, Violet, the femme fatale seduces Corky, the butch, into helping her deceive the mob. In one scene, Corky is working on the neighboring condo to Violet and her mobbed up boyfriend Ceasar. Corky is wary of Violet when the femme comes to the door of the condo where Corky is working. Violet brings over a cup of coffee and offers it to Corky. The no-nonsense butch cannot make Violet out because she feels the attraction between the two of them but does not know what Violet's agenda is. In this scene Violet uses her body position and the end of the frame to corner Corky and with a subtle glance, a smile and her soft voice she is beginning her seduction. She “pushes” Corky to the left of center with her body and voice, never once touching Corky. This scene is erotically charged in its framing and body position of Violet in relation to Corky and I wanted the class to see it to feel its intensity. While watching the film from my vantage point, to the side of the screen, I could see the mystery in leather sitting in the back row, not watching the film but watching me. I began to feel my temperature rise as I'm sure Corky's does in the film when she is close to Violet. The class is small only 25 people in stadium seating, she sits in the back row high above those of us at the bottom observing. As the film goes on I am squirming in my chair, especially with the two characters kiss or have sex. I keep thinking of the mystery in leather sitting there seemingly calm and cool, while I'm hot and bothered by the mere sense of her in the room. The film ends and we begin our question and answer period and my femme fatale is intent on the questions the students have about the nuances of the film, its characters and the meaning of the femme fatale. Almost at the end of the discussion she raises her hand and asks, “do you think the femme fatale always uses her sexuality to the detriment of the hero in film noir or can she truly love the hero?” My reply to that question is that the femme fatale has come a long way to being the downfall of the troubled hero. As with Bound there is some avenue for love, even within the film noir. The character is ever evolving, but the use of her sexuality is still a strong motivator for the heroes decisions. With that the Q & A was over and as I give my students the assignment for the next class, my mystery in leather gets up and leaves the room. I feel as if there is a vacuum in the space she held. I grab my briefcase and head to my office, it is late, but I need to get some work done before I leave campus for the night. A short time later, I hear a knock on my door. To my surprise I find the mystery woman in leather standing there and I am speechless. She is even more alluring than I could have imagined. Standing there she exudes sensual confidence that makes me harden as she gazes into my eyes. I stand back to let her into the office. My office is spacious with a desk at one end and a conference table in the middle. It is decorated in warm tones and the lighting is muted expect for my desk space. She drops her purse on the table and faces me with a questioning gaze. I ask, “what may I help you with this evening, Miss....I don't know your name”. She says, “you may call me Violet, like the character in the film you showed this evening.” She comes closer to me and I step back slightly bumping into a chair. Sitting down abruptly I look up at her and she reaches out to touch my face. Caressing my cheek, she says, “you think you understand the nuances of a femme fatale do you? You think we are all in it for just our own gratification, well I'm here now to teach you a few things about a femme.” She stands closer to me in my seated position and forces my legs apart to fit comfortably between my knees. I begin to speak, but she places a finger over my lips. Feeling her fingers there I cannot help but lightly glaze my tongue over her fingertips. As she closes her eyes she moans with approval. Turning away from me she saunters toward the door of my office and locks it. She then approaches me as she runs her hands over her leather clad hips and thighs. Her legs look long and lovely as she once again stands between my knees. “This is all about you and your pleasure” she says to me. Reaching for my short cropped, salt n pepper hair, she runs her fingertips through it and cups the back of my neck. I place my hands on her hips and bring her a close as I can to me. I want to feel her skin and warmth. I can feel the smoothness of the leather and her soft skin underneath. My mystery femme bends down to kiss me for the first time, slowly she takes the tip of her tongue and traces my lips encouraging me to open them for her. I run my hands up her back and begin to kiss her deeply, taking my breath away. Reaching up to the buttons on her silky blouse I begin to unbutton them. I feel the clenching of my pussy as my hands reach into her blouse and caress her breasts under a black lacy bra. Her nipples are erect and she moans her approval as she cradles my head in her hands. She breaks off the connection and slips out of her blouse. I lick and bite her nipples under her bra. All the while I am becoming more wet and aroused than I have ever been. My slacks are uncomfortable for the seated position. I feel chills course through my body with every touch of her skin and her hands on me. Taking my time I reach around her back and unhook her bra, slipping it from her shoulders and arms. Her breasts are beautiful and full. Her nipples look taunt and red from the friction from my tongue and the lace. Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck and bite this beautiful femme. She holds her other breast and squeezes the nipple, creating even more tension in our bodies. My fingertips graze her stockings as I run my hands down her legs. I am mesmerized by her skin and presence. She bends down to kiss me deeply, tongues tasting one another, remembering each lick and caress. My femme parts her legs as my hands travels up her thighs, bringing my hands to her pussy, wet and slick from desire and want. My thumb stimulates her clit and she tilts her head back with pleasure. I slip two fingers into her warm pussy and thrust deeply inside her. She gasps, grabbing my hair. She rides my fingers as I slide them deeply into her. After a moment she asks me to stop and I do, pulling my fingers slowly from her warm wet pussy. She says, “I have something that you might approve of if you look in my bag.” Opening her bag I find an array of toys and bondage materials. “You seem to know just what I like” I say to this beautiful woman in front of me. I pull out a dildo, wrist restraints, rope, latex gloves, and a black leather flogger. Standing next to her I begin to take off her skirt. Kissing her I reach around to undo the zipper and pull the skirt down over her thighs to her feet. She stands there with a garter belt and stockings and nothing else. Her pubic hair is damp and her pussy lips are glistening, begging to be licked and stroked. “Tell me” I ask, “do you like to be spanked?” “Yes Daddy, I do, please spank me” you whisper to me. “Oh I intend to and so much more, Baby Girl.” I grab the wrist restraints and bind her wrists in front of her and then unrolled the rope, soft to touch I begin to wrap the rope around her back, with her arms in front and create a complex system creating a bondage bra, which causes her nipples to become even harder and more tempting to me. Her breathing quickens with every coil of my rope around her body and breasts. Her hips move rhythmically against the air looking for something hard to connect to. I decide to use some improvised nipple clamps with a couple of paperclips, forcing her nipples to remain erect as I continue to prepare you for her spanking. Remaining clothed I rubbed my body against her naked skin. The heightened sensation of the “bra”, the clamps, and what's to come next excites her. She begins to beg me to spank her and fuck her. I grab her by the arms and turn her to face the table in my office. I bend her over the table, exposing her butt to me. I tell her to spread her legs so I can see her beautiful pussy and anus. Putting on the gloves I bend over to stroke her and bit her ass. She is grinding into the table and I grab the flogger. I gently stroke her ass with the straps. She moans and spreads her legs, I see that she is preparing herself for what I am about to give her. Continuing to stroke her ass, her juices are running down her thighs begging for me to lick her, but I hold back. It is lovely torture that we are both going through in this play. I bring my flogger back and strike her ass. It is so lovely to see her reaction to my flogging as I continue to flog her. Bracing herself against the table she grinds her hips with each building stroke. Her ass is getting red from all the attention and I begin to slow down my strokes. She is so aroused and so am I. “I am going to fuck you until you scream” grabbing the dildo and plunging it to her she gasps for air. Her lips encase my cock and I can “feel” her juices and warmth as I stroke her. My cock is so hard filling her completely and deeply. Her hips thrust back to meet me as I fuck her. With my free hand I caress her red marks my flogger has left behind and I tease her anus with my fingertips. Moaning her approval she is reaching her climax, I slip my index finger into her anus. With my cock and fingers stroking her in the same motion I can feel her pussy clamp down on my cock. “I'm going to cum” she cries out and I thrust harder and deeper in to her beautiful body. “Cum for me, cum all over my cock” I urge her. She's panting and I can feel small vibrations building to a wonderful climax as she ejaculates, streams of her juices running down her thighs. I grab her by the shoulders and turn her to lie on her back with her legs spread wide for me. Placing my hands on her hips, I go down on her wet pussy bringing her up again. Spreading her lips I lick her erect clit, she tenses for another climax and screams my name. I lick up her juices and marvel at this femme's loveliness, her taste. She is breathing rapidly as she begins to come down from her orgasms. I free her hands and undo the rope bra and nipple clamps. Relaxing on the table she reaches for me and pulls me close by my tie and says, “let's go to your place and I'll show you how a femme can make you cum harder than you ever had. I want you to fuck me while I ride your cock.” She leans forward to kiss me and I am under her spell. Letting her dress we leave the office for my place where what comes next is for another time. __________________ Julien “Self-plagiarism is style.” Alfred Hitchcock Formerly known as Graphiteta2s Last edited by nycfem; 11-12-2012 at 09:58 AM.