Thursday, December 23, 2021

Unveiled






Unveiled

Her mischievous smile is almost enough to take your eyes off the inflated rubber breasts she cradled. Pressing her shoulders forward, they make squeaking sounds similar to two thick balloons being rubbed together, probably because that’s essentially what they are. If they didn’t have a seam and they weren’t attached to the red and black latex catsuit clinging to your girlfriend, you might have confused them for two of the classic birthday-party staples. Also, if they didn’t have perky nipples built in, front and center. Her black gloves stick to the artificial bust as she squeezes them, stretching the fingertips as she distorts the shiny globes.

“These will need more shine soon”, she cooed almost to herself, until she looked up to you. 

This time you meet her gaze and smile. They are the same eyes that glared at you angrily when you first met, having just dumped an ice cold beer down her back at a frat party. That was seven years ago now, and while the naughty police officer costume she had been wearing then had by now been worn and washed several times, you two still swore it smelled like cheap hops.

Besides her eyes, however, nothing about her looks the same. Her face, her hair, her breasts (the real one underneath the inflated suit’s offerings), and even her height are all unrecognizable, or at best clearly altered. Instead of a black-haired woman with a pale complexion, a tall Brazilian lady with ombre locks, flowing from dark roots to golden blond tips, stands confidently in front of you. 

She slides her hands down her torso, pulling the outfit tight to reveal the last big difference in her appearance. She stretches the taut rubber on either side of the zipper that traces down her midriff, and there, between her splayed, gloved, fingers is a large bulge. Pressing against the catsuit is the unmistakable outline of an erect cock. As you watch it, she tenses the muscles in her groin, and the engorged package pulses. She bit her lip and groans as the latex resists her movement.

“It’s so fucking tight”, she whispers as the mass slides back to its original position. 

She traces a single finger up its length, stopping to twirl her fingertip on her new head. You step up to her and gingerly wrap your fingers around the center of attention. You feel her warmth through the rubber as some sweat leaks out of the zipper and into your palm. Pressing your palm into the shaft, she reaches both hands over your shoulders and pulls you into a kiss. You can tell her lips are silicone by their unexpected firmness, but the tongue that pushes through to swirl around yours is definitely her own. Her hands make their way to your hair and grip two tight handfuls when you squeeze her below. She gasps sharply and you seize the opportunity to press your mouth to hers and stick your tongue deep. She suckles it gently for a moment, until you reach further below, behind her new sack, and press upward into her hidden womanhood. In response, she bites your tongue hard enough that you both grunt and giggle.
She moves her hands around your back and pulls you into an embrace. The inflated tits groan under the pressure of being trapped between you. She leans her head against your chest and you get to smell the combination of the latex suit, the silicone skin, and her usual shampoo. You lean down to kiss her head, and without pulling your lips from her new persona’s hair, you ask her why, your voice muffled by her shiny locks.
Her head still pressed to your chest, she laughs a little, and you swear you feel the bubbly vibrations in your heart.

“I may have gotten a little sweaty trying this out earlier.”
She reaches a hand between her legs, and intertwines her fingers with yours. Her hips buck into your thigh and the two of you enjoy the sensation of holding the rubber wrapped organ, while she breaths raggedly from the mounting pleasure.

“It’s so different,” she mews,”at first it just felt like a dildo stirring around inside me, but as I get used to the sensation, it’s almost like I can feel how it moves.”

You knew exactly why she felt this way. When you ordered the suit a month ago, you saw the option to replace the standard strapon with something a little more sensitive. The description was full of registered and trademarked materials, but the gist of it was that this penis had a way of transferring some level of temperature, movement, and even pressure back into the wearer. You were glad you went for the extra addon, because your partner seemed to love it.

“Let’s see how sensitive it really is,” She says as she pulls your hand towards the couch. She walks backwards, your hand in hers (through two layers of rubber) and without breaking eye contact she backs towards the large, comfortable looking seat. The slow tapping of her heels echoes in the open space. She took full advantage of her job as a sound engineer, and today that meant using the balcony of the newly constructed and yet to be opened night club in the downtown as your personal stage to fuck like animals through her new suits.

She lies back onto the couch and pushes your head from her lips down to the warm bulge. You lick it through the suit and taste the bitterness of the latex shine that’s applied liberally to her outfit. She sighs and pets your head as you stir up warm pleasure inside of her, using the appendage as a conduit.

“Ooh…”

She felt it. You grab hold of the little metal tab and pull it away from her body before sliding it downward and between her legs. The distinct sound of the zipper opening is punctuated by snapping latex as the strained material is finally allowed some release. She’s biting her lip as she tenses her muscles one more time, and the most realistic rubber cock pops out from between the suit’s latex lips. The head is glistening with some unknown fluid, but only for a moment before you wrap your lips around it. The lubricant is sweet, but has a strange, artificial taste to it. After a few moments of suckling the tip, she starts to react with a giddy humming. You look up to her face, but her head has rolled back in pleasure. You want her attention, so you pull her deeper into your mouth, and begin rolling your tongue over the false-frenum on her shaft, all without breaking suction. She runs her fingers through your hair, using your head like a toy. There’s a thick film of lubricant coating the back of her silicone sack, and while cradling it, you coat your thumb. With one good thrust of your head, she’s distracted enough that you’re able to slip your hand into the split in the suit, resting it in between her supple cheeks. A couple good swallows on the rubber intruder in your mouth, and she’s perfectly distracted.  You press the sole finger into the soft, slippery hole, and with very little effort your thumb is base-deep inside of your partner. You can feel her trying to crush the offending digit with every muscle inside her rear, but between gravity and you pressing on her pelvis, she’s unable to buck off of the sensual plug.

“You fucker… Ah!”

She manages to gasp a few more obscenities as you hook your thumb, trapping her on it. Looking to cause even more ecstatic torture, you turn your hand around until the tip of your finger points towards her womanhood from inside her. You press deep and she instinctively tries to jerk off of you. She manages it, and a soft pop sound is heard as she breaks the vacuum you created in her rubber lined rectum. In doing so, she sharply thrusts her hips forward and into your mouth, and you feel something change about the texture of her cock. The realistic head now feels perfectly smooth, like the head of a dildo.She notices too.

“Shit.”

She pushes your head off of her and lies back on the couch. She inspects the tip of her penis and sees a rather bizarre sight: the little head of the suit has rolled back, almost like a foreskin, and out of the stretched urethra is the spit and lube slickened tip of a black rubber dildo. The lube you tasted earlier was in between the sheathe and this strapon, giving the skin a kind of gliding ability that really enhances the experience. That is, until it comes loose entirely.

“Hehe, whoops. Looks like I’ll need more glue next time.”

She starts massaging the hybrid shaft. She pushes the fake flesh upward, and the crinkled skin soon re-swallows the tip of the toy. She doesn’t stop pushing, and soon the sheath’s realistic tip is deflated, like the nipple of a condom, while the shaft is stretched taut. She pinches the flacid tip between two fingers and pulls, making a sucking sound as it begins to give. The suction it creates makes her moan as the warm, fleshy sheath resists being pulled free of it’s black rubber fill. It finally lets go with a wet sucking sound and snaps off of her. 

The toy stands over seven inches tall, protruding strangely from your partner’s crotch. The sheath, looking like a deflated lifelike condom, lies on the couch next to her, empty of any life it appeared to have moments ago. 

“Come here.”

You put “her” into your mouth again, and suck hard, letting the organ deep into your throat. Even starved for oxygen, you grab hold of her hips and pull them into you as she grunts with pleasure and exertion. With one final push, the appendage is balls deep, her tip passing down your throat. You’re shaking with effort, trying to hold it together as you cause her as much gratification as possible before you have to stop to breathe. The way she’s petting your hair with her fingers, even as her palms hold a death grip on your skull, tells you that she’s very grateful for your perverse sacrifice. You’re fighting and defying your natural need to breathe just to pleasure her. You’re literally suffocating in order to gift her, as the French would say, Le Petit Mort, “The little death”.

You cough, and spluttering out of your nose and mouth comes a thick viscous mixture of spit and lube. She presses deep one last time, and your gag hard, making a retching sound as she gingerly slithers seven inches of hard, wet, rubber out of your throat. Through the coughing and tears you look up to her. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, and she presses your mess of a face against the inside of her latex thighs. She speaks between your ragged, wet breathing while running her gloved fingers through your hair.

“You did so well!” She whispers enthusiastically, “You’re the best toy I’ve ever had.”

She raises your head and kisses your sweat matted brow, and the fire in your chest is quickly replaced with an emotional warmth you could never explain. You look down at the focus of your oral fixation and notice something a little odd: there’s a drip of fluid coming from the tip of an otherwise inanimate toy, or so you thought. You wrap your fingers around her and massage up her length with your thumb. This causes a thick droplet of crystal clear fluid to ooze from an almost invisible hole in the “toy”. Her eyes are closed to focus on the new physical sensation, so you reach two fingers of your other hand to the head. You touch the warm secretion and spread it over the rubber, before pinching, slowly at first, at the soft black tip. The first three times, you don’t get any purchase, and instead you just roll the sensitive crown between your fingers. On the fourth try you succeed: pinched between your fingers is black rubber skin, which is clearly separated from the phallus underneath.

Now she notices.

‘Oh shit, haha, umm, about that…” She stumbles a little with her words, “You weren’t supposed to figure that out for a while.”

She pushes your hands away and stands up. There’s a small rubber snapping sound as the suspicious sheath slips from your grasp.

“How about you come here and bend over, and I’ll show you what I can do with this.”

She’s cradling her shaft, but you see two breaks in her facade. Firstly, at the base of her cock, a gap has formed, and in between layers of black latex is pale skin that doesn’t match the skin you’re so familiar with. Secondly, on her neck, the mask seam has come undone, exposing some of the same new tone to you. You decide to let her have her fun and walk past her, sliding a single hand across her midriff as you do. You lean onto the cold metal of the balcony railing and unbutton your jeans. 

“Thank you,” she purrs, as she pushes your pants and underwear down to your knees, but not before pulling the small bottle of lubricant from your back pocket. You hear the distinctive pop of the flip cap on the bottle, then the sputtering squirt of a liberal amount of the slick substance, which splatters into her rubber palm. The cap snaps shut and the bottle skitters onto the floor at the same moment the cold, smooth substance is smeared over your nethers. You jump a little with surprise, but she steps in close and wraps her warm body around your back.

“I would’ve warned you, but I love it when you flinch.”

She breathes the words over your neck, her lips barely gracing your skin, and every hair on your body stands up as if they were each individually electrified. She hasn’t stopped massaging the lube into you, and with your combined body heat, you’re no longer tense. That is, until she presses a single finger against your sensitive opening.

The gloved tip gently prods and pokes the lips that seal your delicate cavity. She begins swirling her finger around its perimeter, slowly accustoming you to the foreign body. You become relaxed, and within seconds, the inquisitive extremity presses inward, creating a familiar pressure. You let out a light whimper, only to be reassuringly hushed by your partner.

“It’s alright, it’s just me. Just breathe and I’ll ease in slowly, I promise.”

After a few deep, ragged, breaths, it begins to feel more natural. Realizing you’re comfortable again, she presses on. Gingerly, the slick digit begins sliding between the tight lips, and into you, one segment at a time. Soon, her whole finger is slowly writhing inside of you, familiarizing you with the feeling of fullness. She hooks it a little bit, tenderly pulling at the border of your hole, to gently stretch you for what comes next.

“I think you’re ready for another.”

You don’t protest, and the foreign body moves almost entirely out of you before a second slightly smaller appendage begins worming itself alongside it. With a little more whimpering, the two tips pass side by side into your depths. They trace the same path, and soon both are wriggling around inside of you, pressing and squirming against every surface. She reaches around and holds your throat firmly but caringly in her other hand, while her ear presses against your back. She’s listening to all the erotic little noises she’s forcing from you, and, like the human instrument you are, she tunes you, producing the most beautiful sounds for your combined pleasure.

She kisses your back and hums.

“I think it’s time.”

She slowly drags her fingers from inside of you, and the void leaves you yearning.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be empty for long.”

She readjusts on your back, without lifting her weight fully. The inflated breasts squeak yet again as she positions herself perfectly behind you. The cool air of the club is replaced with the feeling of her warm rubberized hips, pressed steadily against your vulnerable cheeks. With a few seconds of adjustment, the tip of her cock presses against your tender hole. This time, you relax as best you can, and soon the firm head rides the lubricant into your soft crenel. She finds the wall of your tensed muscles.

“It’s still just me,” she whispers, “You can let me in, it’s okay, just trust me…”

You feel her press her whole body against you. Her hand tightens around your neck, enough to cradle it firmly, but not enough to cause you any distress. Her face and chest press into your back, hugging your whole torso from behind. Finally, she drives her hips into yours, thrusting you towards the handrail before her slick tip overcomes your taught muscles, and half of her shaft pops deep into your body.

You let out a yelp before a gloved hand, still slippery with lube and smelling of you, wraps around your mouth. You moan into the glove and squeeze your eyes shut in equal parts ecstasy, surprise, and discomfort.

“Shhhhhh, you did great. You’re doing great. I want… Oh fuck… I need to get all the way inside you, so please just try to relax. For me.”

You feel her force her pelvis upward and forward, focusing the rest of her motion on the buried shaft. It probably only slides a couple inches, but it feels like another foot of cock slithers deep into you. With a grunt and one final, jerking, pump, you feel her balls rest against you. She’s finally, entirely in.

She rests there for a good minute, punctuating the crescendos of her heavy breaths with a squeeze of the muscles in her groin. Inside of you, the tip of her cock twitches enthusiastically, and you could swear it’s prodding against something. Not a barrier or organ, but, as weird as it sounds, something non-physical. It feels like she’s gracing your very essence as a person with the gratifying and ingratiating touch of her shaft. 

Before you can wax poetic any further on the indescribable fulfillment of sex, the intruder begins to slide back out with the incredibly unnatural feeling of something leaving your body. You grunt into her hand in frustration.

“Don’t worry, it’s going right… Back… In.

Her hips shoot forward, and just like that she is base deep in your orifice again. This time the force of the movement makes the head deep within you feel even larger, like a dense orb in the very core of you. She slides her hand down from your mouth, allowing you a deep breath for a moment before tightening her other hand’s grip on your throat. Her fingers trace down to your pelvis, where she lays her palm flat against it.

“Let’s see how deep I actually am…”

She squeezes, not by clasping her fingers, but by pressing you into her hips. You sigh loudly as you feel your muscles and insides pressing against her cock while it’s inside of you. She slowly inches her whole hand forward, tracing the length of her shaft through you. The immense pressure builds within, alternating between peaks of pleasure, discomfort, and even an urge to piss yourself right there. You manage to hold it together, but not without some truly animal noises dribbling from your lips.

“This feels pretty good for me, too,” she twitters

Her hand is fondling her own head, while using your innards as a cushion.

“Ooh, I can feel myself… I could almost rub one out if this thing was a little more sensitive.”

You’re too entranced in the sensations ravaging your body to give her any meaningful response. She just giggles at the predicament she has you in.

“I can do this though…”

And with that warning she begins slowly humping you. At first she barely pulls her hips away from your body, but soon her entire length is sliding in and out with a solid rhythm. The euphoria is so intense that her hand is the only thing supporting your head as she rocks into you. Each deep pump ends with the feeling of her head being cupped by her gloved hand, pressing all of you between them. After barely a minute, the telltale rise begins within you. Your other senses numb as your whole body hyper-fixates on the heat and pressure that begins to emanate in waves from your impaled loins. Sensing your impending orgasm, she maximizes the swelling rhythm, battering you despite most of her upper body still being lovingly wrapped around yours. 

You tumble over the peak of the orgasm. The last violent thrusts are uncoordinated and spastic. You can’t even hear the cacophony of your whines and moans as the bursting waves of euphoria travel across your skin from her presence inside of you, all the way to your extremities. You shake as she violates you a few more times, only slowing down when you gently touch her thighs, in an attempt to ease her advances. Your fluids have leaked onto the floor, forming a puddle of filth and sweat between your legs. Your knees almost buckle as the feeling begins to return. By the way she’s breathing, you think she's finished, too.

“You were amazing,” she praises between sharp inhales. You thank her.

“You too.” 

She kisses the back of your neck, first with a sensual caress of her lips, then with more intention she suckles the same spot, undoubtedly causing lovely little bruises that will appear later.

“I’m gonna pull out now, in case you’re still sensitive.”

You are, and you almost protest because any twitch of the rod is causing you to jump a little as the jolt reverberates through you. Instead, you bite your lip and all you can do is shudder as she slides herself out of you. The head catches a little on the way out, before the whole artificial organ plops free from you. An unexpected amount of fluid gushes out of you and trickles from the toy. You look down to see a new puddle of white intermingling with the mess you made. You manage the strength to look back at her inquisitively.

She is biting her lip again.

You reach out slowly and she doesn’t back away, so you pinch the black latex sheath enveloping her cock. There is so much lube that with a slight pull, the mouth of the well constructed condom starts to glide over her sack, which is still tight from apparently emptying inside of you. You pinch hard to keep your grip, meanwhile the feeling of suction and sliding on her sensitive shaft causes your partner to quietly purr. With a little rubbery crinkle, what appears to be an actual cock flops down, bouncing into her thigh with a wet slap.

“Well, you already knew something was going on. Come cuddle for a minute, then I’ll explain.”

You aren’t too concerned: between the heady delight still filling your mind and the certainty that there was a good explanation, you just go along with it. The pins and needles of feeling coming back to your legs is just starting by the time you get your pants back up to your waist (not zipped or buttoned), and plop down onto the couch next to your warm lover. You lean onto her, resting your head on her chest while she pets your hair. With your ear pressed against her, you can hear the layers of rubber creaking almost imperceptibly with each breath. You gently hold the surprise shaft, massaging it tenderly.

“I decided that if you were going to get me a skinsuit like this, I wanted to go a little further. You really seemed to want this experience with a trans suit, so I wanted to make sure we both got the most out of it. I called them after you ordered and added a second skin, and added even more realistic features to the important part. I know it’s more expensive for an experiment, but I really wanted to risk it. I think it was worth it.”

You think she said the last part with a coy smile, but you didn’t see it because your face is still buried in her pumped up bust.

“Would you like to see which face I chose?”

You nod, then peel yourself off of her. In just those few minutes your skin had stuck, ever so slightly, to her catsuit. She places a small cushion from the couch on the floor and you kneel down as she spreads across all three of the soft, white seats. Her cock is stiffening again, and you go to give it some oral attention, but she holds you back.

“No, no, I just want to look at you… I will need some of this though”

She reaches down between your legs, and takes back a bit of the lubricant that she had so generously gifted you before. With that, her hand begins gliding up and down her stiff shaft, slightly clumsily due to her inexperience with this body part. She begins varying the speed; closing her eyes to focus during the fast strokes, and looking deep into yours on the slow, sensual ones. She pulls one of your hands to her neck and squeezes it, inviting you to choke her the way she loves so much. When she quickens her jerks, you squeeze the sides of her neck, and she instinctively opens her mouth wide in a bid for more air. Instead, you press your lips to hers, letting her suck your tongue in lieu of a fresh breath. She begins to moan, and you know she’s getting close. Frantically, she grabs your other hand and places it on her scalp.

“Rip it off me,” she demands, as she begins rhythmically pumping her hips into her gloved hands.

You grip hard, and between your fingers you feel locks of hair and the silicone skin of her forehead stretching into your palm. You pull harder, and soon the skin begins to distend off of her brow. The material separates just as she begins sounding one long, building note from deep in her throat. Another pull and half of her face is stretched taut, giving you a peak at the new suit underneath.

“That’s it baby… I’m coming… Oooh…

Her whole body arches off the couch, and after two hard pumps a small spurt of viscous white fluid squirts onto her suit, followed by two thick streams that splatter the false, twisted face in your hand. She continues stroking herself a few more times as the pleasure wanes. You pull hard at the mask in your hands, and the whole thing finally releases from her face with a snap. You set the soiled silicone visage on her heaving chest, while you look up and see a familiar face: it seems that she chose the face of a certain adult actress that you both really enjoy. She speaks, and you have to weirdly reconcile the sound of your girlfriend’s voice coming from this woman instead.

“Do you like it?”

The raised, shapely eyebrows and plush lips on this unexpected face convey the content expectation of your partner underneath. You nod enthusiastically.

“I thought so. Now help clean me up and maybe we’ll turn some heads walking downtown. I think I’ll put on some different clothes first, but still latex.”

Before she finished the sentence, you are already licking the sweet artificial mess from her new toy. 

“Ooh, someone likes that idea. Well, I love you too.”

You blush as she returns to petting your eager head, which is already filling with new ideas of what you two should do next…


Monday, April 22, 2019

Second Chances



The club was closing soon, and while everyone else was funneling through the front doors into the cool, summer eve, you were being led into the men’s bathroom. The strange woman who was grinding her shapely body against you on the dance floor was now leading you to some privacy. You could feel her hand sliding around inside the black latex glove, but her grip on you arm was like iron.
Flashing strobes reflected off the black, rubber dress that covered her from mid-breast to mid-thigh. She seemed to be moving as fast as she could in heels, so her dirty blonde locks trailed behind like a sand colored cape in the wind. The door whipped open then shut with echoing cacophonies, and she locked the two of you in the bathroom. She released you for half a moment as she checked to make sure the stalls are empty. Convinced of your isolation, she impressively pivoted on the balls of her feet, and threw herself onto you. The cool latex made the hair on the back of your neck stand up as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling your mouth to hers. She was ravenous. Every motion was quick and savage, and not just her carnivorous lips. Her one hand held your neck while the other snaked under your belt. You only realized that she had undone the buckle when slick fingers wrapped around you, cradling your jewels.
You grunted in response, so she changed her approach. She pushed off of you, then seductively squatted until she was eye level with the bulge in your jeans. She jerked the pants down like peeling a banana. A similar display with your briefs, and a surprised look hit her European features. Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth formed a perfect O shape: your genitals were confined within black latex hot pants. She rubbed her gloves down your thighs, which made the material snap and crackle as the pieces stuck to each other persistently.
“We match!”
That was the first time you heard her accent, and it sounded Russian. She let slip an exuberant eep as your polished head twitched at the sound of her lustful voice. She admired how tight and thin the latex was; it revealed every vein in your throbbing organ.
“What are the chances I find a kink boy my first night in America? Let’s get you shiny.”
A conveniently small bottom of orange lubricant appeared from within her clasp. You were doing math in your head to calm down as her hands lathered your length with the slick substance.
“That should do. Watch this…”
She put her puckered lips to your tip and started gently sucking. First, she pulled the rubber condom into her mouth, but soon her lips began to part. She kept an airtight seal even as she engulfed your cock with her wet mouth and tight throat. She didn’t choke once, but you could hear her attempting to swallow through the shaft that gagged her. When she started to bob her head, the intense sensation made you jolt. You rested your hands gingerly on her head while you regained composure. There was a pop sound as she released you from her mouth.
“You can throat fuck me, if you like.”
She inhaled your penis again while you hesitated. Her misty eyes looked up to yours, and she nodded with as close to a grin as she could manage with her mouth full. Your cock shot down her throat as you thrusted into her. She clamped her eyes shut, but she didn’t resist at all. She moaned quietly, and it came out as a gargling chirp, muffled by your manhood.
You were getting close: between her eagerness to deepthroat you and the sensation of latex gliding down a hot hole, you were barely holding on. She could sense it too, so she grabbed your thighs and pulled, until her lips were sealed around the base of your shaft. She stayed there, sucking as hard as she could, until you began to shake. You were practically paralyzed as you stumbled into a climax. Every muscle in your groin contracted as shot after shot of cum filled the condom tip in the back of her throat.
You jerked violently as she slowly pulled herself off of you. Finally, she stopped fighting the sensation to gag, but even that was reserved. She stared at the flaccid appendage in front of her and flicked the rubber bulb filled with your seed.
“Are these pants expensive?”
Still dazed, you answered honestly.
“Not really… Why?”
She wrapped a hand around you again, but with much more care than before. Her tenderness was the only reason that you weren’t bucking against the wall in the afterglow. Tenderly, she took just the tip of the latex between her lip. Her jaw moved a little, then you felt the latex constrict around your head.
“Hey, did you just-“
She pulled away and showed you a mouth full of your seed, sucked out of a hole she had bitten in the rubber.
“Why… No… Well… That’s actually pretty hot. Like, really fucking hot.”
She smiled and swallowed, tracing it down her throat with a finger.
“Okay, that was worth losing the pants, but now we can’t go again…”
She chuckled a little.
“Only if you’re worried about getting my asshole pregnant.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“…Oh, no, I guess that’s not a problem,” you sputtered.
She grinned as she stood, and kissed you on the cheek. You pulled her back when she started turning away, and put your mouth to hers. She looked bemused when you broke the kiss.
“What do you Americans call that? A ‘snowman’?”
You scoffed.
“It’s ‘snowball’, and only if you hadn’t swallowed.”
She made a disgusted face, laughed, then shrugged and turned back around.
“Gross, but no matter. Just think about how you’re going to destroy this slut ass when you are hard again.”
She hiked up the dress and pressed your dick between her shapely rear and your stomach. She poured a little more lube over your exposed tip, and you started to really slide between her cheeks. The excess fluid pattered quietly on the tile floor, and now the whole bathroom smelled like an artificial orange grove. In a short moment of clarity, you wondered if the staff would come to clear the bathroom soon, but you didn’t care. You were already hard again, and she could feel it.
“I think you are ready for me…”
You weren’t sure what to prepare for, so she took you entirely by surprise. She raised herself on her tiptoes, so your hard cock pressed against her anus. She skillfully slid down your entire length, forcing it into her hot, tight hole.
“Oh… Fuck,” she muttered before biting her lips.
All you could manage was a gasp as her taut inside constricted your swollen organ. You each shared a long moment of adjusting to the new sensation. The brief reprieve flowed slowly but smoothly into carnal motions. She leaned back as the two of you pushed your bodies against and into each other in harmony. Her slick gloves pulled you to her with an unexpected passion. For a surprise bathroom hookup, she was being rather sensual. She guided your hand to her slit, while the other clasped her throat. You stroked her hidden lips before pressing two fingers between them. The crackling rubber and slapping of latex echoed so loudly in the spartan space that you both feared being caught. The adrenaline only enhanced the experience as your two bodies behaved as one with experienced ease. The doubly sweet aroma of faux orange and squeaky latex overwhelmed your noses. She tried her best to hide her screams from prying ears, but failed. You squeezed her hard under the dress, and whispered in her ear.
“I’ll have to take it out if you get us caught…”
She immediately forced her gloved palm over her plump lips to mute an ecstatic cry, but the rising climax broke your disposition to discretion. Her outbursts of pleasure punctuated your rapid, satisfying strokes, and soon you finished. You emptied a reinvigorated ejaculation into her shivering mass as she struggled to stand in the immediate aftermath.
The noise had brought somebody’s attention to the door, but the rickety lock protected your privacy for a moment, or at least until a bouncer found a key. You held her close as you both came down from your high. The sound of two chests, heaving and panting, was amplified ten-fold off the barren magenta walls. She started giggling as she pulled your softening cock from her rosy hole.
“Was good for you too, American?”
You wheezed in an attempt to answer yes, instead opting to nod emphatically. She smiled as you started to zip your pants up, before looking for something to clean yourself.
“Here.”
She squatted again and cleaned your wrapped tool in one bobbing suck. Your face turned to shock at her lack of hesitance considering the recent location of your manhood. She stood up and addressed you with a devilish grin.
“What? It was just cum, since you only fucked a sheath.”
Her accent had disappeared. You raised an eyebrow.
“Yep, a 100% silicon anal sheathe. Perfectly faked, just like this…”
She trailed off as her hands rose to her neck. She started prodding around behind her crystal encrusted choker, until she seemingly pulled her skin from behind the rigid necklace.
“It’s easy to hide the seam with this…”
The sentence died away as she continued working her hands into the slit in her neck. Her slick fingers glided around under her face, loosening the visage. She pulled one hand free, took a fistful of “her” hair, and tugged. It sounded just like she was stretching her latex dress. Her features elongated and slowly slid up her face, until it released its hold and jumped from her head with a snap.
Atop the body of the buxom Russian you had just filled was the face of your recently dumped ex-fiancé. Coming home from work one day, you had found this woman tied up to your bed and violated by the man you assumed was her gym instructor. Instead of the surprised look that she had back then, her face betrayed hints of shame and fear in the unforgiving fluorescent light. Loose locks of auburn hair framed her stoic face as she let you process the situation. Only one sentence came slowly to mind.
“Alice… What the fuck is this?…” You calmly breathed, while putting your pants back on. Outside, a set of keys jingled.
She paused.
“I hurt you, so now I’m trying to make it up to you.”
“If I still wanted you, I would’ve taken you back when you called crying. I’m so done with you… I don’t even want to know how you coordinated this spectacular fucking stunt.”
Your choice of words made her wince, but she retained her composure. She had cut you so deeply that you were willing to spew any coolheaded but vitriolic statement you could muster. You wanted to eviscerate her with a silver tongue and go about your night like it hadn’t happened. If you could spit acid or breathe fire only once in your life, this would be the moment. She broke the tense silence.
“I deserve that. I thought that if you had some fun… Or at least got the revenge sex out of the way… You might come back to me.”
You rolled your eyes impatiently and moved to the door.
“This isn’t revenge, Alice, it’s moving on.”
You undid the lock and swung the door open so quickly that the bartender jumped. You pushed by him before he could finish a word. Moving quickly but unshaken, you made it to the street before “Alice’s” hand grabbed your arm.
“Just hang on a second.”
“No, I’m not doing this.”
You were about to pull away through a crowd when she spoke again.
“How many strangers do you think you fucked in the last month?”
You stopped cold and slowly turned around to look into her tired eyes. You let her continue.
“If I was tonight’s warm slut, I could’ve been any of them… Or even all of them.”
You inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply.
“Is this how you spend your days now, stalking and raping your ex-fiancĂ©?”
“You seemed perfectly willing.”
“You’re right about that, Alice,” you chuckled. “I was, and still am, perfectly willing to fuck anyone with a heartbeat who isn’t you. How many of the last nine strangers were you?”
Her shocked expression was illuminated by the street lights. Tears formed in her eyes as she recovered from her derailed train of thought.
“…Only six... I thought you only went out on weekends.”
She turned away as the realization crashed into her. When you fantasized about this moment, you thought you’d enjoy the recompense. Now, all you saw was the same pain she’d caused you, but on her face instead of in the mirror. Regardless of your remorse, you didn’t have any comforting words to offer. Dozens of drunken club goers walked around you with varying gaits. All of them were blissfully unaware of the drama playing out between you. After a minute, she wiped her eyes and turned back to you.
“That guy you saw was Kate in a suit.”
You scoffed to hide your surprise at the revelation. The pain of betrayal faded a little as you internalized the fact: your wife was fucking her roommate and friend that she’d experimented with in college. It was still cheating, but because of the double standard it felt slightly more tolerable. You still didn’t say anything.
“I should have just asked you,” she continued regretfully. “But if you’d said no, I would’ve done it regardless.”
At least she was being honest, you thought.
“I only recently realized how much those nights in our dorm room meant to me. It wasn’t just boredom and taboo; we really bonded. And we got very kinky, very quickly. Next thing we knew, there was rope and latex… By spring break, we were buying our first skinsuits. When she moved in five minutes from our building, I needed to see her.”
You tilted your head.
“So, this has been going on for a year?”
She bit her lip.
“Yes. I actually worked from home. When we left in the morning, I would just go to her place. I’d do my work at night or lying next to her in…” She stopped herself half a sentence too late.
You stared at the mask dangling from her hands. The evening would’ve been a lot simpler if you had just bought a drink for the other blonde at the bar.
“So now what?” She asked cautiously.
You shrugged and shook your head without looking up. You stared into the empty rubber mouth as you spoke.
“Nothing’s changed, right? You love her, and that’s that, we’re through.”
“I can love two people…”
That was the line that finally pissed you off.
“So I’m supposed to just share my marriage with another person? Every other night I’ll eat alone while the two of you play games? I’ll kiss you goodbye as I head to work, voluntarily oblivious to the fact that my wife is about to get plowed by her best friend in a muscle suit? Fuck it, how about we book her a room next to ours on the honeymoon after we un-cancel it. That way I can share that with her, too.”
You admired her strength as she silently listened to you vent.
“Is that what you want, Alice?”
She brushed a hair out of her eyes.
“No. She and I want the three of us to be together.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Alice. I caught you cheating and you try to bribe me back with a threesome? With your lover, no less?”
“Every fucking day she wishes that she had sat next to you in calculus! Not me, her!”
You nearly started in with another tirade, but decided to wait moment. She continued.
“When we started dating, she didn’t care too much. Missing out on a cute one-night stand didn’t bother her. But when you and I fell in love, Kate had to watch as I lived the life that she could’ve had if we’d swapped seats. If we’d walked into the room in opposite order on day one. She liked you. Now she loves you… We love you.”
You continued your silence as the night-life of a late-August Saturday continued without you. For ten full minutes you stared blankly at the mask, and she stared at you.
“She said she loves me?”
“She says ‘I love him’. Every day.”
Another long pause.
“If we tried… How would we even…”
“Slowly. Carefully. There are a lot of emotions at play here, and jumping into bed like some cheap porno is going to make things worse before we even tried fixing them.”
You ended another eternal silence with a slight nod. You saw Alice start wringing the mask a little as she noticed.
“Slowly?”
She nodded.
“Carefully?”
Another nod.
“I want you back in our bed,” You demanded. “But I imagine you that two have been sleeping together, and I don’t think ripping you apart will do us any good. I guess I’m glad we splurged on the king-size mattress.”
A tiny giggle escaped her lips.
“You, Kate, and I… We’ll treat it like we’re all dating. She can move her essentials into the guest room so that she can stay at night, and we’ll just get to know each other better… I think I can picture what you two are trying for.”
She struggled to keep the smile from engulfing her face.
You finally met her eyes.
“In all honesty, I didn’t love you this last month, but I think I could find that spark again.”
Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks.
“Alright, now what?”
She sniffled and wiped another tear. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. She needed some courage for this part.
“You know, that other blonde at the bar-“
“Oh no…” You could see where this was going.
“…Yeah. And I was only three of your six partners…”
You sighed, but a smirk pulled at the corners of your pursed lips. Alice spoke up.
“I have an idea.”
“We’re not having a threesome tonight. Period.”
“But did you know it was either of us in a suit? How about this: you go home, and hypothetically, an hour from right now, you hear a knock on the door. Two beautiful models think your condo is the address of the photographer they’re meeting.”
“I don’t know, Alice, We just-“
“We will not break character. From the moment we knock, until we leave tomorrow, we are to hapless, beautiful women looking for a warm bed, a safe fuck, and vice versa. If you try to get us to break character, we’ll take it as a safe word and leave. You don’t have to decide now. Just head home, and when you hear a knock, do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
She kissed you on the cheek.
“I still love you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
She spread the neck of the mask. A few people stared as she put it over her head like a beanie before pulling it down. It slipped over her features effortlessly, until the rubbery Russian was standing before you again. When she spoke, it was like she’d never left.
“Oh, that was fun! Oops, almost forgot!”
She pulled you into a hug and kissed both of your cheeks. Instead of immediately pulling away, she put her lips to your ear and whispered in Alice’s voice.
“Thank you.”
She brushed her hand down your arm as she stepped back, then you watched her curves disappear into the thinning crowd.
The walk back to your place was uneventful, so you tuned out the world so you could think. When you came back to reality, you found yourself absent mindedly cleaning your apartment and organizing your things. You were still debating what to do when you heard a soft knocking. Your mind went blank and you suddenly felt hot. You started trying to think through the waves of emotions that killed your concentration. Could you trust her again? Was she telling the truth about Kate? You blinked and the thought occurred that it could’ve been three seconds or three minutes since you heard the knock. As you started for the door, a thought occurred.
You didn’t want them to leave.
That was the instinctive thought that popped into your mind, and in that instant, you knew that you wanted to go through with this. You briskly walked to your door, and turned the knob. As the oak swung open, two beautiful women stood before you in latex dresses. You inhaled and recognized your cue.
“Hi, can I help you two?”
They smiled nervously.
“Yes,” They replied in unison.

Monday, March 11, 2019

Keep it clean



Oh, fuck.
You couldn’t help whispering obscenities as the woman between your legs pet your throbbing erection.
“Oh shut up, I barely touched you.”
“I didn’t jerk off the whole week you were gone, just like you asked, so excuse me if I’m a little sensitive.”
Her doe-eyes flitted to the ceiling and back again as she continued to stroke your member. She puckered her lips and started to taunt you in a high-pitch voice.
“Fine, I’ll take it nice and slow, just don’t think about my perky nipples…”
Ugh..
“…Trapped under these massive silicone tits…”
“Oh come on!”
“They’re jammed in there so tight! Ohh, it’s so hot and I can feel them slipping against the suit since I’m so. Fucking. Sweaty.”
“Oh that’s it.”
She was laying on her back with her legs up and her slit right below your rod. You knew that this suit had a sheathe in each of her holes, and that she had lubricated it before she had started playing with you. With this in mind, you pulled your hips back. Your head dropped out of her hands and lined up directly with her pussy. With a hard thrust you forced your cock between her rubber lips and balls-deep into her silicone cunt.
“JESUS FUCKIN-MMPH!”
Forcing your hand over her mouth gave you some semblance of silence as you focused on the slick membrane that encased your engorged shaft. You bit your lower lip as your organs kneaded each other through the wet, hot rubber. You pulled out a little and felt the moaning in your palm faintly ease. When you jerked back inside, she yelped and her eyes bulged.
“My turn to torture you,” you hissed.
All she could do was stare and pathetically cry out into the fingers clamped over her mouth. You tensed every muscle you could feel as you delayed your own finish; long enough to thrust her to hers. Her eyes were clasped shut when she started to shriek from the mounting pleasure. Her tits bounced wildly: half from your hammering cock, and half from her orgasmic spasms. She pushed her hands against your chest and forced you to end the pounding that battered her womanhood from the other side of a rubber skinsuit. You barely held on long enough to shuffle over her. Still shaking, she beamed with joy as she her tongue passed her spit-shined lips, the perfect target for your pent-up seed. The juices of her fake pussy allowed your hand to effortlessly glide the length of your cock, and soon you shivered and exhaled with a groan. You spit cum onto her with each involuntary drive from deep in your groin. White semen flew from you, landing in her hair, across her forehead, down her cheeks, and into her caramel bust. She hummed softly as your legs gave out, and you fell onto the couch next to her. You lay there panting for an ecstatic eternity.
When you opened your eyes again, she was gingerly swirling your gift around her chest with her ladylike fingers. The red, rubber nails folded under the weight of her hand, and drew wet lines of cum across her chest like so many graceful paintbrushes. You threw your arm across her waist. Squeezing her through the bunched up latex dress, you filled the room with the sound of crackling rubber as you pulled her close. She was still playing with the sticky substance when she spoke.
“I expected a bit more…” She remarked half-sarcastically.
“Well… Maybe I only made it half the week before I jerked off… Into the anal sheathe… While watching the video you left me…”
“Tee-hee, I knew you couldn’t control yourself.”
“I was just curious what you put together-“
Riiiight…” She mocked.
“-But once I saw our favorite porn-star, on your bed, in your favorite rubber outfit, fucking her molded asshole with the TV remote, I only had one real option. So I grabbed the lube and the toy and furiously rubbed one out.”
She giggled as you relayed your story.
“Well, this is still nice,” she assured you while wiping some sperm from her chin with a dainty fingertip, then licking it off seductively.
You noticed a crease in her cheek where you had muffled her. When you stood up, the aftermath of your play was more obvious. There were creases in the silicon on her face, torso and arms. Meanwhile, the seams on her shoulders had split, and her left eye was drooping, exposing your wife underneath. You couldn’t help laughing.
“Hahaha, I think the adhesive failed.”
She opened her phone camera, looked herself over, and cleaned the residual semen from herself. When she was done, she looked to you with crossed arms.
“I was hot when I got home, but I got right into this thing, and then you got right into me, so now I’m sweating so bad that the suit is sloughing off. Could you at least give me a hand?”
You bent over, gave her a kiss on the head, then plunged your hands under her plump breasts. The material squeaked as you unintentionally jiggled them against each other. Even in the slippery cleavage, you managed to find the break in her flesh, and as you pushed your fingers in, your wife’s pert tits slid between them. Every time you tried to get purchase, they slipped from your fingers, making the suit’s chest flop around as they dangled from her heaving chest. She really was slick with sweat, and steaming hot.
“Please get this thing off before we go again.”
The hint of urgency in your voice told you she was ready to go again. You spread your hands up her chest, and wrapped your fingers around the base of her neck. You lifted the mask with virtually no effort, crumpling and collapsing the visage of the adult actress as it rolled it up your wife’s face. You both loved the throaty sound of the thick, scrunched silicon, punctuated with a soft sucking noise.
Your wife was sitting in front of you, glistening with sweat. A wave of sable locks spilled onto her shoulders to perfectly frame her South Asian features. She had a look of mild disappointment on her face.
“The suit is supposed to keep me clean when I wear it...”
“Well, you’re either going get sweaty or coated in cum. Your call for round two.”
“True. Unless we fuck in the shower.”
“Works for me. You gonna take off the rest?”
“Nope, I’m putting the mask back on and washing everything at once, us included. I hope you can still help me out of this when I’m soapy and wet.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.”
You helped her put her face back on, pinching and readjusting wherever it stuck to her. Her face still looked a little loose when you finished, so she walked into the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. You remembered something as she poked at her mismatched cheeks.
“By the way… I don’t know what happened, but the TV remote smells like lube and the DVR still isn’t working right.”
She snickered quietly as she led you into the shower.