Helpless

"Dammit, I know I'm late, sorry"

Your girlfriend of three years, Christine, was already apologizing as she walked in the door. The two of you had decided to do a stay at home date night, but by then your meticulously prepared chicken cacciatore had been sitting on the stove for an extra hour and a half. Even so, you couldn't care less, she was home now, it was still early evening, and she looked wonderful in her usual business casual. What wasn't usual was the fairly large black bag she carried in alongside her usual briefcase. She set it off to the side as she gracefully strutted toward you. Her sharp Czech features smiled contagiously as she leaned down to greet you with her lips. You expected a quick 'honey-I'm-home' peck, but instead she placed her hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a passionate French kiss. Your tongues had just re-acquainted when she pulled back and smiled.

    "Plenty time for that later", she toyed.

She cast her coat aside and sat down across from you at your intimately small dinner table. You filled two bowls with your aromatic labor of love, rarely taking your eyes off your love. The two of you never talk about work on date night, so you soon found yourselves playfully arguing over the which Captain of the enterprise would win in a fight, regardless of her love of Picard and your fondness for Kirk. It wasn't the first time you two had discussed it. The words got louder and the hand gestures more animated, but the smiles never left your faces. Eventually you agreed to disagree, and went back to the food that had gotten cold in your bowls. Christine reached across the table and placed her hand lightly on your arm, and thanked you for making dinner. You were never one for bragging, so you gave a modest, almost dismissive 'You're welcome'. She grinned, warmly, but you saw just a hint of mischief in her eyes. She looked down at her food.

    "You're always so selfless", she remarked. You shrugged coolly as she continued.

    "I wanted to pay you back somehow, and I think I found a way. I'm going upstairs, come up in ten minutes."

     Your imagination naturally wandered as you used the ten minutes to clean the dishes and put leftovers in the fridge. You were stumped. You didn't think you had hinted at wanting anything recently, so what was in the bag? A small part of you began to hope that it contained lingerie. It wasn't out of character for Christine: the two of you had an active and healthy sex life, but you always had to initiate the purchase of things like her cheerleader outfit and that latex skirt. To your surprise, she really loved that skirt. You thought it might be a bit too risque for her, but she immediately started wearing it around the house multiple times a week. Netflix and chill consistently became 'fucking on the couch with some movie on in the background' whenever she started caressing and squeezing herself through the glossy pink fabric. You had just ordered another latex outfit online, but maybe she couldn't wait. You looked to the clock and realized it had been exactly ten minutes. Approaching the bedroom door you didn't hear anything, but opening it you heard the distinctive crinkling sound of rubber coming from your massage chair. 

    You expected to see Christine in her favorite piece of rubber (and nothing else), but instead a woman with an unfamiliar face lay wrapped in a polished, black latex cocoon. You stood there with a confused look on your face, unable to believe what you were seeing. For a moment your mind tried to convince you it was Christine, the person your eyes expected to see. When that moment ended and the weird reality sunk in, you were only able to remark quietly.

    "...who?..."

    "Shh...", she shushed you and placed to her lips a gloved finger that was emerging from the neck of the latex body bag. She bit her lower lip as her hand glided back inside her encasing rubber, and the movement dragged your eyes from her face to the tight outline the latex made of her features. You saw each soft hill where her breasts pressed against their stretchy prison, her nipples visibly pushing just a little further. The outline of her arm ran between them, and her hand moved swiftly to her right tit. Her fingers appeared vacuum sealed in between her body and the bag, so you saw every detail as she tightly squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. The rustling of the material blended with her restrained moans. You followed the curves of her captive body downward until you saw the impression of her other hand rhythmically rubbing between her legs. The outline disappeared under the latex with a sharp inhale: her fingers had just penetrated her eager pussy. Her whole body started to move with pleasure. Her toes curled and feet intertwined, Her shapely ass started rising and falling in a passionate thrusting motion. Her eyes closed and her moaning got louder as her hand moved quicker with each pass. A few more seconds and she had raised her hips fully into the air, her arched body supported between her shoulders and balled up feet. She drove her pelvis into the air as much as she forced her fingers into herself. Her hand appeared and disappeared in the latex so rapidly now that the crinkling of latex had become full blown snapping sounds as the material deformed and restored itself in an endless cycle. She released a high-pitched and drawn out moan and shuddered in her entirety. She collapsed back onto the chair. Spasms racked her body with the climax of each breath.

    It was at this point that you realized two things. The first was that you had involuntarily moved closer to this stranger; you were now only three feet from her side. The second was that you could hear your heart beating in your ears it was pumping so hard. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at you standing over her. She caught her breath and spoke.

    "Play with me, sweetheart"

    If you were confused before, you were entirely bewildered now, because the voice that came out of the unfamiliar face was Christine's, and she used her pet name for you. You furrowed your brow at the same time she winked at you. This was Christine, but how? You thought maybe it was special FX, but she only had ten minutes up here alone. Maybe it was a mask, but had they gotten real enough to... You stopped mid-thought when it dawned on you that you were neglecting your girlfriend. You lowered yourself onto a knee by her side as she giggled with anticipation. First you leaned in for a kiss, and this time your tongues got to fully catch-up. If you still had any doubt that this was Christine encased in rubber, it was dispelled when your lips met. The taste of rubber and mint mingled on the tip of you tongue. Between the taste and smell of rubber polish, you were reminded of the many times you ate her out on the couch, through the latex skirt. Your hands went from her neck, to her shoulders, to squeezing her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples the way she loved. She let out a small moan with each new pleasure. Your hand made its way to her womanhood, and you fought the taut latex for a handful of her sex. You massaged her through the latex, her noises getting louder and more drawn out as you continued. 

    "Flip me over", she hissed breathlessly. You grabbed her hips and helped her turn face down. You looked over the gleaming curves of her rear, and saw what looked like a pocket between her legs. You wasted no time grabbing her waste with one hand and pushing your other into the lubricated hole. Your fingertips found her wet slit instantly, and you began toying with her latex laminated lower lips. Two fingers slid into her tight cunt as her breathing heavied. Not content, your thumb began exploring between her cheeks. You rolled your thumb around the edge of her tight anus, still pressing your fingers into her pussy. Your thumb finally found give, and you slowly urged it base-deep into her warm, wet cavity. She cried in pleasure from the double penetration, and began to steadily hump your hand. 

    You looked down to see that your right hand was invisible from the wrist on, sucked into her latex sack, while your other hand held the condom coated member hanging from your crotch. It was stiff and ready, so you straddled her bound legs. You inserted the tip into the slick void, guiding it with your already engulfed fingers. Pulling them out, you expected your hand to be dripping in fluids, but all that remained was a light sheen of polish. A layer of rubber had separated your fingers from the walls of her holes, and you didn't even notice. You returned to focus when you felt the tip of your member meet the lips of her pussy. Instinctively you pressed forward. Between the lube and her juices it slid effortlessly into her womanhood. She squealed when you bottomed out. Her breathing was ragged and punctuated with sharp inhales as she tried to get used to being so full. You didn't let her. You pulled back and thrust into her again, her cry muffled because her face was buried into the chair. You grabbed her hips and started pounding her. A perfect loop of pelvic movement synced with her motion. Her back arched in pleasure. The room smelled of rubber and sweet sweat. The crinkling and crackling of latex, the soft slapping sound of your thighs against hers, and her sexual song became one carnal cacophony. Her moaning became a constant, erotic note, save the sharp inhales. You bent over, reached around to her tits then explored downwards until she was grinding her clit, through multiple layers of latex, against the palm of your hand. Your shared motion quickened. You both approached the edge of orgasm, but you were in control of her pleasure. You could have stopped right then and left her unsatisfied if you had wanted. She was slave to your whim. Helpless.

    As the two of you rose toward climax, you lightened your grip on her box for a moment, just before the peak. The light tease left her unprepared when you bore down again. She screamed in release as you both experienced ecstasy. The familiar waves of pleasure and sensation of release drained you both. You fell forward onto your elbows, straddling her, as the extreme sensations in your loins died down, and Christine's shaking came to a stop. Some five minutes later you had finally caught your breath and were able to communicate again.

    "I'm flipping you back over now", you warned her. In a few seconds of rolling and shuffling, the stranger faced you again. Her satisfied look gave you permission to do what you wanted to next. In your recovery you had seen a thin line across the back of this woman's neck, and you wanted Christine back. You reached around the back of her neck, but the stranger moved away.

    "Pull my hair."

    You grabbed a handful of hair from the side of her head and drew it toward you. Her face stretched and deformed as her features pulled away from the woman underneath. Her forehead came toward you, but the lower half of her face remained in place. Just as the mask looked and felt like it couldn't stretch any further, it released her hold on Christine with a wet snap. The mask hanged loosely from your hand with empty eyes and an agape mouth. Christine's face was red and glistening with sweat. You brushed the hair out of her eyes and kissed her deeply. The taste of rubber and feel of silicone lube on her lips made the moment even sexier. You lay down next to her and she put her head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arm around her, letting your hand rest gently on her rubber-coated chest. She looked up at you.

    "Thank you, for everything", she purred, "Now reach into the bag."

    You reached into the black bag on the floor next to you and felt hair. You pulled out a red haired wig attached to the deflated, hollow face of a pale woman with freckles. The Irish features were accented with harsh red lipstick and dark eye shadow. Your heartbeat quickened as you looked to Christine. She had already lifted her head from your shoulder so you could mask her. You placed your hands inside the mask's neck and rolled up the edges like a condom. You stretched the opening over the top of her head, but paused to give her one last kiss before pulling down her new face.

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