Workout.
By Smac.
Two posh women take leather.	

Corrected 3/07/2001

  He first heard the crunch of gravel on the drive then, a minute or so later, 
the dull clang of the great door bell.
  Clumsily he entered his key code and clattered down the broad, bare staircase 
to meet his guests.
  They stood, framed in the domed doorway, like two cheap tarts.
  Joanne and Angela.
  Or Jo and Angie as they liked him to call them.
  They were almost identically dressed.
  His eyes rose from their black high heels, up their meaty thighs to the hems 
of their thick, black leather mini skirts.  Up over the thin white silk of their 
well filled blouses to their heavily made up faces and bottle blonde hair.
  "Hi," he said, blandly.
  Behind their heads he could see the Rolls Corniche with the personalised 
registration, belying their tarty appearance.  They were each as well heeled 
as he, if not more so.
  Their dress was all part of the elaborate build up to the brutality to 
follow.  
  He gestured them to come inside and they headed for the stairs unbidden.  
He watched their broad, leather clad hips swaying up the curving staircase.
  He caught up with them in the vast exercise room.
  Like the rest of the house, it was far from uncluttered.  There were 
piles of rather dubious towels, underwear and other impedimenta everywhere.
  The two women began to pick over the mess, first forming it into more 
ordered piles, then scooping up the dirty laundry and stuffing it all 
into a huge canvas bag.  The rest of the stuff they jammed into a steel 
cabinet in that stood in one corner of the huge room.
  All the time Dave watched them bend and stretch, their big bums and 
breasts now covered, just, but he knew he wouldn't need to use his 
imagination for much longer.
  "I fancy a bit of a work out," he yawned, offhandedly.
  "Boxing?" asked Jo eagerly.
  "Yeah, why not.  Angie, get the gloves out."
  She rummaged in the cabinet for a time and then came back over to the 
others with a mass of boxing gloves clutched to her massive bosom.
  She grinned and dumped the whole lot on the bare floorboards.
  Joanne bent, showing the bare backs of her hefty thighs right up to 
the vee of her white panties, to pick up one new, white boxing glove.  
She turned the small, shiny glove over a time or two then raised it to 
her face and 
popped the stiff, white leather thumb between her lips, she slowly eased 
it in and out with a lascivious smile on her wet lips.
  "Take her skirt off for her, Angela," he ordered.
  She fell to her knees in front of Jo and crawled symbolically round to 
her side and raised her trembling fingers to the catch of Jo's short black 
leather skirt.  The studs were under a good deal of strain and she grimaced 
as her 
strong fingers snapped them open.
  All the time Joanne, her eyes still locked onto Dave's, kept the thumb 
of the boxing glove sliding in and out of her wet mouth.
  There was a dull, rasping sound as the zip parted and then the leather 
skirt fell heavily to the floor.
  Angie caught Dave's gaze.
  He nodded slowly.
  She crawled round to Jo's front and looked up at the thin, white silk 
straining over her mound of Venus.  First she eased the black, high heels 
from the other woman's feet, then she hooked her forefingers into the side 
strings of 
Jo's tiny panties.  She wiggled the taut silk down her bulky thighs and 
Jo stepped lightly out of them and Angie popped the panties into one of her 
cast off shoes.   A shiny, brass padlock hung from Jo's meaty, smooth shaven 
cunt lips.  The steel loop of the lock seemed unusually thin.
  "Where's the key?" snapped Dave.
  Jo took the wet thumb from her mouth, "no key," she smiled.
  Her eyes still locked onto his, she popped the thumb of the boxing glove 
back into her mouth.
  He strode over, grabbed the padlock and pulled down sharply.
  He turned and tossed the lock down with the rest of her clothes.
  Her eyes swam, her teeth clenched on the leather of the boxing glove, 
blood began to drip from the ripped holes in her fleshy cunt lips onto the 
bare, wooden floorboards.
  When some of the colour returned to her face she slid the soggy boxing 
glove from her pouting lips and lowered it down between her thighs.  She 
rubbed the wet thumb over her bloody cunt lips a few times, then shoved it 
right up 
herself.
  Angie, having stayed on her knees since removing Jo's panties, rose and 
began on the straining buttons down the front of her friend's bulging blouse.
  Jo's face became flushed as she pounded the boxing glove up between her legs.
  Angie's fingers trembled down through the buttons and Jo hugged the damp 
boxing glove between her thighs while she pulled the gossamer garment from 
her broad shoulders.  Under was a huge, white bra.
  Angie unhooked the cups at the front and peeled the warm silk from Jo's 
huge, brown breasts.
  Unfettered, her huge breasts hung almost to her deep navel.  She was 
naked now apart from a chunky gold ring through each of her long, dark 
nipples.
  Angie grabbed one rubbery teat between finger and thumb.  They were 
click rings, she knew well enough how to take them out and, after a 
good deal of much welcomed fiddling, both rings were dropped into one 
of Jo's cast off high heeled shoes.
  "Here," he ordered Angela.
  She crawled over.
  He indicated his belt.
  Soon he stood just in his ragged tee shirt.
  He looked to Jo again.
  "Now suck this," he snapped, kicking Angela away with his bare foot.
  Jo knelt in front of him, still with the blood smeared boxing glove up her.
  His limp penis was level with her wet lips.
  His head went back as she began to work on him.
  Angie, having sorted out a reasonable pair of black, six ounce boxing gloves, 
eased them onto his big, meaty fists and laced them tightly, her wide eyes 
on his cock as it slid in and out of Jo's slobbering mouth.
  Jo's eyes watched his face, but she saw the glove coming and felt the impact 
as it thudded into the side of her head.
  He grinned and punched her twice in the left eye.
  "Glove her up," he snapped.
  Jo was distracted briefly.
  "Suck bitch," he punched her hard in the face.
  Blood started thinly from both her flaring nostrils.
  He punched her hard in the nose again.