I've been with Amy for over three years, and it was only recently that
her moral upbringing was tested. She was a virgin up until three
months ago. For 22-years she was religiously conscious and very
prudish. A trip to the mall would change that in her pretty quickly.

Amy's a lifelong dancer: 5' tall, 105 lbs, shapely legs and ass,
blonde hair with blue eyes and full lips. She barely French-kissed she
was so innocent, and many was the time I used to stare at her lips and
imagine driving my dick between them, but I never pushed sex her way.
She said she wanted to remain a virgin until her wedding night, and I
admired her for it. I jerked off a lot, but I admired her.

Well, one day we were cruising around the mall when Amy said, "Did you
see the Tonight Show a couple of nights ago?" I told her I wasn't
sure, and she added that Madonna was on wearing some cool leather
pants and looked awesome. Coming from Amy that was really weird, but I
asked her what they were like.
"Black, shiny, tight. Just cool." It floored me that someone so
prudish thought leather was cool. So, I suggested that we go to the
leather store and have her try on a pair. She laughed it off, but
agreed after a little nudging.

We got to the leather store and Amy looked at the pants selection and
said, "This isn't me." I told her to just try them on and see if they
looked good on.
"I have big hips," she said. "I'll look silly." 
"You have a dancer's hips," I replied. "They're sexy." She smiled and
took a black size 6 to the dressing room. She came out a couple of
minutes later she looked absolutely stunning! Every curve on her legs
was perfectly fit under the shiny tight fabric. The black guy that
works there was looking Amy up and down, smiling.
"Well," I asked. "How do they feel?" 

Amy rubbed her tiny hands over her thighs and hips, smoothing out the
leather over them. "I like them, but my Mom will freak out." I asked
her if she wanted them, and she resisted saying they were too
expensive. It was well worth the $150 to get her out of her prudish
shell, so I told her she could keep them at my place. She smiled and
kissed me. While walking back to the dressing room, the black guy
smiled and said, "Those pants are going on the perfect body, man." I
smiled and agreed.
About a month after getting the pants, Amy finally got the courage to
wear them outside. She was invited by her friend to go dancing at a
club. She sheepishly called me and asked me if I would mind if she
wore them.
"Well, it's about time," I said. 
She laughed and said she'd come by to get dressed by me because her
over-religious mother would have died seeing her daughter in leather,
which was surely a "tool for evil."
Amy came by and brought her other clothes and changed in my bedroom.
When she emerged 15 minutes later, my balls began aching. She had on
the pants, which after being professionally hemmed were skin tight all
the way to her ankles. She had black dress shoes and a beige sweater
to complete the ensemble. Her light make-up was perfect, and I
suggested a touch of lipstick to top it. I was actually unconsciously
helping my girlfriend look slutty. To me Amy could never look slutty,
but she was about to turn a lot of heads that night.
"I look stupid, don't I," she asked. I assured her she didn't. "You
don't think it's too much," she asked.
"Not at all, now get out of here and have fun tonight," I said. 

"I'm just nervous about wearing these pants," she said. "I want to
look good, but not too good, you know?"
"Would you just get out of here already?" I said. "Go and have a
ball."
She kissed me, said she'd call me when she got in and left for her
evening out. As she walked down the stairs from my apartment, my cock
twitched watching the light bounce off her ass and legs. I never
thought I'd see my Amy in leather pants, or anything even remotely
"sensual."

About 10 o'clock, I was watching TV and decided I couldn't ignore the
turning in my stomach any longer. I began to stroke my cock, which had
been hard ever since she emerged from the bedroom. I pictured Amy in
those pants and flats and rubbed myself slowly. As I pumped myself
faster I began to picture Amy giving a blowjob while wearing that
outfit. The only thing odd was I pictured about four of five guys
stroking themselves around her, waiting for her to suck their tools.
When I could literally see Amy getting a huge load of semen pumped
into her mouth, I covered my own stomach with jizz. It was an intense
orgasm, and I couldn't believe that I wanted to see Amy do that.

Funny enough, I still wanted to see it even after being spent. 
Amy never called that night, but I chalked it up to her having a late
night out, which is what she said the next day. I asked her what she
did with her pants. "Oh, it was late when I got in, so I just wore
them home. I knew my parents were asleep. My sister saw them and loved
them, so for her to keep her mouth shut I said she could borrow them
sometime." Then she added that it was convenient because she was going
back to the club that night with her friend Erica and she was going to
wear them again.

"Look out Madonna, here comes Amy," I said. 
She laughed and said, "Sure." Then she said that she needed her other
purse that was at my place and asked if she could have Erica stop by
and get it. I told her I'd like to see her pants again, but she said,
"Well, you will, but we're really pressed for time. Do you mind, hon?"
I was disappointed, but agreed and told her to have fun.
Around 6:30 that night Erica stopped by. She had on a sexy miniskirt
and satin top. I asked her how her previous night went, and she said
it was a lot of fun.
"So Amy likes her pants," I asked. 
"Oh God, yes," she said. "She was complimented all night on them. They
do something for her personality."
"Complimented by men," I asked smiling. 
Erica looked away, wondering if she should admit anything. "Well,
sure, a few." I assured her I wasn't jealous in the least, and she
added, "Yeah, the guys were all over her. But she was a very good
girl."
Suddenly I remembered my masturbation fantasy. I had done a good job
trying to block it out from my mind all day, but it was suddenly
causing my stomach to do back flips again. I was slowly getting hard
thinking about Amy tasting four of five thick loads of sperm after
performing incredible sex acts on hung dicks, so I told Erica to have
fun and be good. I needed for her to leave so I could jerk off again
to my sick fantasy.
I knew full well that Amy wouldn't really give me a full-on blowjob,
much less five strangers. I mean, we petted and she gave me an
occasional hand job, although never to completion, but that was the
extent of it. Most guys would have left or cheated on her, but I was
fine with her celibacy. However, I did want to watch her suck another
cock, but I knew it would never be.

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