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Chapter 3: Rubber Boy
I was naked, and I had no idea where my clothes had disappeared to, but that wasn’t top of my priority list as the two beautiful, sexy twin sadists ushered me down to the end of the corridor.
Under the envious stares of the passing fetishists I felt like a billionaire. So what if I was butt-naked and my dick was drooping at half-mast, with these bombshell twins by my side I was the star of the party.
The Costume Room was the last room on the left, and as we walked in my mouth fell open and I stared in wonder at the sight. I was like a little kid who’s just walked into Santa’s grotto.
It was a large square room, with a line of mirrors along one wall – the type used in theatre dressing rooms, with lights around the frames. A chair was placed in front of each mirror, and several were occupied by women and men adjusting their hair or makeup.
But it was the racks and shelves that lined the other walls that grabbed my attention and pulled me further into the room.
I wandered in awe along the racks of dresses, uniforms, and catsuits, running my fingers over the different fabrics and materials. Leather, rubber, silk, satin and latex all wrestled for my touch and attention. And the colours – it was like looking at an erotic rainbow.
One of the ever-present maids wandered over in her silk dress and towering stiletto heels and asked if she could help me, but just then I spotted the shelves of shoes and I think I started drooling.
My cock twitched and started to climb as I stood in wonder in front of the dozens – no - hundreds of pairs of high heel shoes and boots. I was in heaven, and breathed in the heady smell of leather. I had an almost overwhelming urge to fall to my knees and start kissing and licking them - but where to start?
“Zo, vitch do you vant to try?” A husky voice rasped from behind me. That accent just had to be false surely?
“Huh?” I managed to grunt, unable to drag my eyes away from the shiny patent leather perfection in front of me.
“I said, vitch costume to you vant to try?” And this time she grabbed my left arm and gave me a yank hard enough to hurt.
“Ouch!” I yelped, and turned to look into Melissa’s big blue eyes, or was she Michele? “No need to be so rough,” I stammered, still trying to keep the shoes in sight.
“Do you vant to vear de ledder, or der rubber? Maybe a latex dress would suit you Rubber Boy,” sneered the other vixen from across the room.
The idea of a dress in silk or latex actually appealed to me, but her tone turned me off the idea. I walked over to the catsuits instead.
“Ah ja, dat vud be a gut idea, a big Rubber Boy in latex,” Michele or Melissa enthused, starting to pull out different colours from the rack.
A maid quickly intervened with a submissive smile, “Can I help you Mistress?” she snivelled.
“Ja, find me a catsuit for zis vurm,” the Nazi said, pointing a razor-sharp fingernail in my direction.
The maid hurried to obey, and after giving me a cursory glance to size me up, started pulling out glossy latex full-length body suits.
“Would Mistress prefer black?” the maid asked, holding up a suit, “or red?”
“Mmm, I sink black is too common,” one of the twins said, looking at me with disgust on her face. “Let’s put zer wurm in red, vis some extras,” and she laughed, giving her sister a wink that I didn’t like much.
While the maid helped me into the selected shiny red catsuit, the two Nazi’s wandered around the room picking up other objects, and sniggering to each other. But I was too occupied forcing myself into the all-encasing rubber to watch what they were doing.
This was the first time I had ever worn anything made of latex, and I have to say it was bloody hard work getting into it. If it hadn’t been for the maid’s help it would have been impossible. I was sweating like a hog by the time she finally zipped me up the back and I was in. Now I knew what my cock must feel like whenever I force it into a too-tight condom!
When I looked in the mirror though the effect was fantastic, totally transforming. The figure-hugging, glossy red material showed off every bulge and bump, but made even my average body look erotic and sexy.
The catsuit covered me from my ankles to my wrists and up to my neck, and in addition to the zip up the back, there was a zip to allow access to my cock and balls, and another under my ass hole.
The two Nazi’s stood and looked me over critically, then Michele, or was it Melissa – it was damn annoying not knowing which was which, tossed me something that she had been holding behind her back. “Here, put zis on and cover up your stupid face. You are an object, and no one vants to see you.”
What she had thrown to me was a black rubber gimp hood, with holes for the eyes and mouth, and smaller holes so that I could hear and breathe through my nose.
It was a struggle to put that on too, but the maid helped and then my head too was fully encased.
It felt like I was wearing a second skin, or encased in some kind of super tight bondage – even though I could actually move. Just looking at myself in the mirror was giving me a hard on, which was showing as an embarrassingly large, and growing bulge in the front of the suit.
“Not bad, not bad,” one of the blondes said, “but for you to be a real Rubber Boy ve need somesing extra, somesing more, und I haf it here.” And she laughed as she held up a bright red plastic butt-plug, with a long hair attachment. The hair was blond, which I was sure would match my red latex catsuit rather nicely.
When we came in I had noticed along one of the walls, a table covered with ‘toys’ and attachments for the extra perverted who might want them – dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes, whips and paddles, shackles and chains, handcuffs and dog collars. A wonderful collection of pain and pleasure items. I wondered what other items the two blonde sadists had chosen for me.
“Bend over Rubber Boy,” Miss Nazi Sadist 2011 ordered, as she lubricated the butt-plug.
Now, I have tried butt-plugs before, and I’ve even taken a few dildos in my ass. For some reason they always make me feel passive, docile and ‘feminine’ when I take something in my anus. I don’t know why that is, but it does, and it did this time too.
After her sister unzipped my ass-hole access point, and I bent over to touch my toes – blushing like a virgin in front of the maid and the other occupants of the room who were watching in obvious amusement – I felt the cold, hard plastic easily penetrate my tight hole. A wonderful design, the plug filled and stretched me, but could not fall out.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and turned to the side so that I could see the tail. It did look pretty erotic, and with the plug buried deep, I was feeling pretty horny.
A slap at the side of the head brought me back to reality.
“Rubber Boys do not stand on zere back legs,” snarled one uniformed bitch. “On your knees Rubber Boy.”
God, that was a total turn on. Being treated like an animal by these two wonderful creatures, and in front of others too – paradise. My cock was throbbing painfully inside the latex.
I sank to my hands and knees, the latex stretching wonderfully over my body and ass, and the butt-plug settled deeper inside me.
“Now zen, what about its feet?” one of the bitches said from above me. “Ve can’t haf it viz der feet showing.”
A few seconds later and I felt hands grab one of my ankles. My foot was crammed into an amazingly tight shoe. I turned and looked over my shoulder as the red leather was strapped on around my ankle. The heel must have been six inches long. My other foot was forced into its pair.
I had never worn high heels before, and there was no way I was ever going to be able to walk in those heels. It was lucky that I was going to be crawling, and the shoes were just for titillation.
“Ah yes, and one more sing, Rubber Boy”, one of the vixens said as she bent over me. She attached a collar around my neck and buckled it tight. “Now you vill follow as ve command. Let’s go Rubber Boy,” and with a pull on the leash she set off back down the corridor, with me on all fours trying to keep up behind her striding heels, the swish of her skirt just inches from my face.
With the gimp hood on any fear of recognition had gone – now I was free to indulge all my deepest, secret perversions, if only I got the chance, and no one would ever know it was me.
I followed my Nazi mistresses up and down the corridor, I wasn’t sure if they didn’t know which room to take me into, or if they just wanted to show off their latest Rubber pet. I just kept my eyes fixed on the sharp heels in front of me, and occasionally followed the line on the back of each sheer stocking up to heaven under the short skirt that teased and tempted me.
The rubbing of the tight latex on my stiff cock was getting hard to bear though. It was uncomfortable, but it was also stimulating me too much. The rubbing, combined with the movements of the butt-plug in my anus as I crawled, was in danger of making me shoot my load too early. Fortunately I was saved right then when my Goddesses turned into one of the rooms and stopped.
“OK people,” the Nazi holding my leash announced as I shuffled front and centre into the room. “I haf brought a new Rubber Boy for us to use, and I sink zat ve can do pretty much as ve vant vis him. No von owns him, and he is ours for ze taking.”
There were sniggers and catcalls all around the room, and a spattering of enthusiastic applause.
From what I could see from where I knelt, this room was quite small, mostly taken up by a double bed in the middle of it. There were metal bars as a headboard, and similar fixtures at the foot of the bed. Manacles were attached to the bars, and the bed was covered with white rubber sheeting. I started to get a little worried.
There were maybe eight or nine people in the room, not counting the three of us, and they were mainly dressed in a variety of latex costumes. Three were watching me from the bed, and the ones standing closest to me had their cocks and cunts exposed. I guessed that they had all been taking turns performing on the bed, but now they had another form of entertainment.
“A
ight Rubber Boy, up, up onto the bed,” the Nazi holding me said, pulling hard on the leather leash and offering me a not so gentle kick on the ass as encouragement.
The three fetishists a
eady there made space for me as I crawled onto the rubber sheet. It was a little damp in the middle and there were some wet spots – I could easily guess what those watery little puddles and splashes were.
“On your back Rubber Boy, let’s get you ready,” a Nazi girl commanded, and I slid over to the middle of the sheet and turned over, automatically taking up a spread-eagle position.
The two blondes quickly snapped the manacles closed on my wrists and secured me in place. It was too late for me to resist now, even if I wanted to.
“Here ve haf anozer toy for you Rubber Boy,” said one of the vixens, waving a dildo in front of my face. It was around 8 inches long, 2 inches thick, and made of black rubber. It also had straps attached and a ball at the base of the shaft.
“Open wide Rubber Boy,” she told me, and leaned forward over my head.
It’s always been one of my favourite fetishes and I love watching porn films where they are used, but I never thought I would get to use one, not really. The girl pushed the ball into my willing mouth and strapped the dildo to my head. The rubber cock stood up straight and hard in front of my face. My own cock was pulsing with pleasure against my belly, trapped in its latex enclosure.
No one had secured my legs, and I found myself trying to excite myself even more by arching my back, rubbing my cock against the inside of the catsuit. I didn’t want to cum, not like that, but it felt wonderful, humping that material.
I heard some laughter and people crowded around the bed, watching me wriggling and trying to jerk off. It was so humiliating and wonderful.
“Enough of zat, Rubber Boy, time for us to haf some fun,” one of the Nazi twins said, and climbed onto the bed beside me.
She unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. I gasped, or tried to. It’s hard to gasp when your mouth is full of rubber ball. Her skimpy silk panties followed her skirt, and she kicked them off the bed.
It’s a fascinating sight watching a gorgeous female ass descending on your face – one of the wonders of the world, well, my world anyway. I’ve always been into facesitting, ever since I was a kid and my neighbour taught me how to play her version of Hide and Seek, under her skirt, and without panties.
The bald pink pussy slowly lowered itself towards my enraptured face. The whites of her thighs almost glowed against the sheer blackness of her stockings. Unconsciously I tried to raise my head and get closer to that wrinkle-lipped orifice.
She paused then, on one knee and the other leg straddling my head. A beautifully manicured hand appeared under the delicious white ass and grasped the rubber cock attached to my face. Slowly, oh so slowly, the tip of the cock touched the precious lips, guided by the magic hand.
The girl must have been turned on as her cunt opened easily and allowed the dildo to slide smoothly into the hot interior.
My eyes were bulging with lust as the dildo impaled the girl and the amazing ass descended the last few inches, stopping just above my nose.
Oh God, I was in paradise. The sight, the scent, the feeling of her heat just out of reach. There was nothing in my universe except her ass.
She began to ride the cock above my face. Her weight forced the ball in my mouth deeper, and I needed to grip it with my jaws to stop it blocking my throat.
Up and down, up and down, that wonderful ass rising so that the tip of the cock almost slipped out, but then sliding majestically back down, swallowing the rubber shaft to the hilt.
I was hypnotised. Concentrating so hard on the girl’s ass that it took a few seconds to realise that something was happening at the other end of my body. Someone was unzipping my cock. Someone was scooping my cock and balls out of the latex catsuit. Someone was…oh yessss…someone was…massaging my swollen, slippery cock. Oh God, paradise just got even better.
It was hard to know where to focus my attention, my face or my cock? I needed to keep control of my mouth to make sure I didn’t choke. And I needed to manage my cock – I didn’t want to cum, not yet. Not yet.
The cunt riding the dildo was wet and oozing juice. It was so wet in fact that the juice was being squeezed down the shaft and onto my lips. There was a strap across the base of the cock that stopped her pussy from coming into direct contact with my face, but her juice was getting into the hole the dildo passed through. I could now taste her as well as see, hear and smell her.
Whoever was playing with my cock and balls was a skilled masturbator, and they kept me right on the edge, making my cock twitch and jerk as it developed an urge of its own.
My face rider was getting excited too, and the speed and urgency of her thrusts down onto my face increased quickly. The juice was frothing and oozing down the shaft, and more and more made its way to my lips.
I guess she reached orgasm. Suddenly she stopped and slumped forward, almost touching my shiny, latex-encased body. Was it all over? Whoever was playing with my cock had also stopped. If I could, I would have ground my teeth in frustration.
The wonderful ass rose with a slurp and a plop from my dildo gag, and for a brief instant I had the most amazing sight of a wet, sloppy pussy gaping down at me.
There was some muffled chat going on at the other end of the bed, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. The gimp hood was reducing the amount of sound that I could hear. But I could certainly hear the pounding of my own heart, racing for all it was worth.
After a few minutes the bed rocked and someone else climbed on board. It was only when she appeared in my field of vision that I could see it was the other twin, at least I assumed it was the other one, and not the first coming back for seconds.
They were definitely identical, and this one’s ass was as perfect as her sister’s had been. She was soon riding my face and history was being repeated - at least at first.
Suddenly someone grabbed my legs and pulled them high above my shoulders. Was the girl riding my face holding them, or someone else? It was impossible to see through the ass on my face.
The wet cunt continued to grind and impale itself on the dildo, squeezing more wonderful juice into my mouth – and she tasted just as good as her sister.
But then I felt my butt-plug being pulled out from my ass hole. This wasn’t a good sign, and my heart raced even faster.
My rear end definitely had my attention now, but with that damn pussy riding my face there wasn’t much I could do about anything.
The plug plopped out of my anus and for a second I felt empty. I could imagine my ass hole gaping at whoever had pulled the plug, and I shivered.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out what was happening though. Something hard was pressing against my still-open anus. Was it a dildo, or some rubber-encased flesh and blood cock? Was it someone using a strap-on, or was I being truly fucked? I couldn’t tell. I just haven’t had enough experience. But the fact was, someone was jamming a long hard cock into me – rubber or muscle didn’t matter.
And to force it in the ‘someone’ was sawing the cock back and forth, driving the bloody thing deeper and deeper every time.
I groaned and bit hard on the rubber ball in my mouth. It hurt, no – it hurt LIKE FUCK! My ass was burning and stretching, and felt like I needed to take one almighty shit every time they dragged the cock back out.
Through the latex catsuit I couldn’t feel much around me. Someone was holding my thighs for leverage, but was it a man or a woman?
I was being fucked in the ass and I didn’t even know who it was – SHIT!
A Nazi bitch was riding my face and getting herself off, and someone was raping my anus – this was not good. But then a ray of sunshine – someone started playing with my cock again and life got better.
It didn’t take my mind off the butt-fucking completely of course, but at least someone cared and I was getting pleasure with my pain.
Whoever it was that was fucking my ass must have started on the slippery path to orgasm, because the pace increased, and the force of the thrusts too. That made me think that it must be a man after all – I couldn’t believe that a woman would react the same way, even if it was a double-ended dildo.
I imagined the anonymous man humping my ass, and fucking himself to orgasm inside me, as an evil she-devil masturbated on her slave’s face right in front of him. I hated him, but I envied him.
It was the first time a man had ever fucked me, but the hands on my cock were edging me again and it was hard to focus on that humiliation. God I needed to cum so bad.
The cock in my ass was pulled out, and again I felt empty and desperate for the mother of all shits. But even before I had time to moan at the discomfort another organ forced its way up my hole. Oh God, I was being gang-banged!
The bitch on my face was really grinding away, trying to reach her climax, and juice oozed down into my mouth. But as she reached the end, I found out that she was different in at least one way to her sister – this one had a weak bladder.
As the Nazi cunt orgasmed on my helpless face, the juice turned to an aromatic trickle of warm yellow liquid that flowed down the shaft of the dildo, into my mouth and over my face.
I coughed and choked as the stream turned to a river. I couldn’t turn my head away, and with my mouth forced open by the ball gag, I just had to swallow what flowed into it.
For a few minutes my world was full of primal concerns – like staying alive and not drowning in the bitch’s piss.
But after what seemed like a lifetime the slut dragged herself off me, and I tried to open my eyes, blinking away the stinging fluid.
There was a lot of noise and yelling going on in the room, and when I could finally see through my bleary vision, I got the chance to see who was currently embedded in my rectum – a young, muscular guy of around 25 was holding my legs over his shoulders, and slowly pumping his rod in and out of my hole.
He was wearing a red latex hood, and black latex pants. Apart from that he was naked, and his muscles were working pretty hard to use me.
Sitting on the side of the bed next to me was a young woman, dressed in the sexiest white latex dress I had ever seen. She had shoulder-length black hair, and an amazingly full figure that the tight shiny rubber showed off to perfection. She was the one using her delicate, slender fingers to tease my drooling cock, and keeping me on the edge of ecstasy.
With the crowd around the bed cheering and yelling it was even harder to concentrate on what was happening to me. Clearly I was the room’s fuck-toy, and there was a lot of verbal encouragement being thrown at the guy fucking me. Likewise there seemed to be a lot of debate going on about who should use which end of me next.
With a loud grunt the young guy shot his load into the condom and my ass. It hurt; sure it hurt, but not as much as the first time. Was his cock smaller, or was my ass being stretched bigger?
I moaned again into my gag. The fingers of the girl in white were driving me crazy. I tried to lift my pelvis and fuck her hand, but she just moved the pressure away and left me humping empty air. The crowd laughed at that one, enjoying my frustration and shouting encouragement to the girl.
The bed creaked and moved again as the next abusers climbed on. A middle-aged woman dressed from head to toe in a black leather catsuit moved towards my head. She unzipped the opening under her cunt as she came towards me. It looked like my next guest was going to be a heavy one.
The guy who climbed between my legs was also middle-aged, and well dressed in a formal evening suit. From the way he talked to the woman it seemed that they were actually a couple – man and wife, very strange I thought.
There wasn’t much I could do about any of it. One after another I had people climbing onto my face. Most were women who rode me to a climax, using their pussies to grind out their pleasure on me. But some also slipped a condom onto the dildo and took it into their ass holes – both women and men.
That was the hardest part for me, watching a man’s ass riding up and down over my face. From what I could tell they either masturbated, or had someone rub them off as they anally fucked themselves on me. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I was sure I could feel their cum spattering on my latex-encased torso.
Of course my ass wasn’t being ignored either. There was a procession of cocks inserted and emptied. But to be honest it got easier, and less painful. And my mind sort of switched off.
With the exception of what was happening around my cock and balls it wasn’t pleasant, but at least my anus seemed flexible enough to stretch and adapt to the persistent fucking, and they did use loads of lube to help the process. But I hated to think how sore I would be tomorrow.
I don’t think I’d ever been edged so masterfully though. My cock pulsed and throbbed, and poured out a huge quantity of pre-cum, as skilful fingers teased and rubbed, tweaked and stroked. Several times a hot wet mouth descended on my tortured shaft and engulfed it from tip to base, but never was I allowed the sweet release that I would have begged for, if I could.
When I look at porn at home, I love to keep myself on the edge of orgasm, and I can go on like that for hours – literally. Building up a huge supply of cum, so that when I finally find the right trigger, wow, it’s an amazing feeling, and the amount of cum that jets out is incredible.
But this was a hundred times better – or worse. I would have said or done anything for relief.
It was also incredibly exhausting.
I was sweating like a pig, and aching all over. Basically I was done in and totally spent. If they would just let me cum, then I could pass out and they could do whatever they wanted with my body.
Finally there was a pause in the fucking, and my two blonde sadists snuggled up close to me. “Haf you had enough little Rubber Boy?” one of them whispered into my ear. “Did you play enough?”
“Mmmm…mmmm,” I said, trying to nod. My neck muscles ached, and my jaw felt locked around the rubber ball in my mouth.
“I sink ze little Rubber Boy is trying to say somesink,” the German bitch sniggered. “Should I take off ze gag?”
When she released the straps holding the dildo gag in place, and pulled the ball out of my mouth, it was hard just to reset my face and close my jaws.
“Zere, zere little Rubber Boy, you haf been a good little boy. Should Mummy be nice to you? Gif you a little treat, mmm?” she cooed.
The crowd around the bed giggled and sniggered, watching the spectacle and enjoying my humiliation.
I couldn’t move my lips enough to speak, but I nodded.
“OK my little Rubber Boy, then ve vill let you use our hands,” she said.
To be honest I was past caring what I could use to get off, just as long as I would be allowed to finally cum.
The blonde bitches produced pairs of transparent latex gloves, and took their time slipping them on, holding them in front of my face and letting me smell the rubber.
That was another one of my secret fetishes – I even enjoyed visiting the dentist just so that I could taste the rubber as he worked on my mouth. But it was so hard to resist sucking his fingers as he probed and pulled at my teeth.
My heart pounded as the girls finally snapped the latex in place and knelt either side of me, each placing a delicate gloved hand around my cock.
“OK Rubber Boy, you can start now,” one said, with a firm squeeze of my shaft.
I was exhausted, but I still had enough energy to raise my hips and start fucking those latex fingers.
The crowd closed in around the bed and urged me on with crude remarks and vulgar encouragement. It was so humiliating and degrading – it was fantastic.
My cock oozed more pre-cum and turned the gloved hands into slippery tubes, and I humped faster, driven on by fabulous lust.
“Oh yes, yes, my little Rubber Boy, fuck Mummy’s hand baby, yes baby, do it for Mummy,” one vixen moaned.
My eyes were fixed on one of the blonde’s faces as she looked down at me, a wicked glint in her eyes. I was concentrating so hard on fucking their hands that I almost jumped when a latex finger pushed its way between my lips.
“Suck it baby, suck Mummy’s finger,” the sister urged, and I gladly did as she instructed, sucking on the rubber as it twisted and squirmed in my mouth.
Another secret fetish exposed – sucking on fingers, or toes. God it felt good, and tasted good too.
I sweated and humped, humped and sucked. Sucking those rubber hands. Fucking those latex fingers.
The pressure was building and I knew that the unstoppable process had started. There was no turning back now, and I moaned and grunted as I fucked for all I was worth, driving my cock up into those slippery female hands.
I’m sure that I screamed as the first thick stream of cum pumped up from my balls and spurted out of my cock. My back went as rigid as my shaft as I jetted.
Surely it was the best orgasm of my life as I spasmed and humped, pumping wad after wad of heavy, creamy cum through their hands.
Some of it flew over my shoulder, but then I lost interest in where it was shooting as I gave myself up to the raging orgasm.
My mouth was open in a silent scream; my breath held in silent ecstasy. Was this the one – the heart-stopping, death-dealing, final climax? I was sure it must be. This must be the end. And what a way to go!
Did I black out? Perhaps, for a second. But then I collapsed back on to the slippery sheet, gasping and totally spent.
There was a round of applause and a lot of excited chatter as the crowd started to drift away in search of the next spectacle.
Someone untied my wrists, but I just lay where I was, trying to recover enough strength to slide off the bed. But then what? My mind was in a haze of peace and bliss from the post-climax hormone release, and my body was shot.
“Come on Rob, lets move,” a familiar voice said from beside me, and a firm hand shook my shoulder.
For a few seconds my mind wouldn’t focus. Rob? And who did that voice belong to?
Another shake on the shoulder and I managed to turn my head and look at who it was. It was Jessie, looking down at me with concern in her eyes.
“Jesus, that was some show you put on man,” she said, shaking her black head in admiration. “For a straight guy you certainly took a lot of cock, and what a finale!”
I rolled over onto my side and almost fell to the floor. Jessie put an arm around me and helped me sit up.
God I felt like a mess. My face hurt, my ass felt numb, and my balls throbbed painfully. I looked down at myself and saw that my latex body suit was spattered with various slimy deposits, which were trickling down over my chest and belly, and dripping out between my legs. My cock hung limp and spent, looking red and sore – I couldn’t feel it.
“Oh God,” I groaned, “What the fuck have I done?”
“Take it easy man,” Jessie said, and she produced a small nasal spray. “Here, this will wake you up.” She stuck one end up my left nostril and squeezed.
“Wow! Holy SHIT!” I exclaimed. “What the fuck is THAT?” It felt like someone had just thrown ice water into my face, and shot my bloodstream full of pure adrenaline.
Jessie laughed, “It’s just a little pick me up that we use to get through the next couple of fucks. I guess it’s your first time?”
I nodded and slid off the bed, at least I could stand now, although my legs felt like jelly and the heels made me feel like I might fall and break my ankles at any second.
“So, Rob, what’s your plan now?” Jessie said, wrapping her arm around my waist to hold me up.
I looked at her dumbly; still high from whatever she had sprayed up my nose. “What do you mean?
“Well, duh,” she said with a big white-toothed grin. “You’ve just been used as a rubber fuck toy by half a dozen guys, and even more white sluts. And then you pumped more juice than most guys shoot in a month. Are you gonna go back to being just mister straight white guy, or are you gonna carry on being Rubber Boy?”
When she said the part about Rubber Boy she slid her hand down over my latex suit and cupped her hand around my deflated cock, which twitched again at her touch.
To be honest I hadn’t thought about that at all. I hadn’t thought about anything. I was supposed to be getting on a plane and going home tomorrow, or was it a
eady today? My wife and little bitch of a daughter were waiting at home for me.
I shook my head. What was she really suggesting - that I throw away my normal life and become a Rubber Boy full-time?
“Look, why don’t you come back with me to my place? I saved your wallet, but I don’t have a clue where your clothes have gone. You can stay with me tonight. I’m sure Max will let you borrow that latex catsuit just for tonight. And anyway, I have lots of latex outfits at home, if you want to stay,” she said with a wink.
I looked at her and I have to say I was tempted. She was slowly stroking my cock as we spoke and amazingly I could feel him reacting.
“I don’t know Jessie,” I said, feeling confused. “I have a wife and daughter at home, and a job. I can’t just throw all that away because I’ve found that I love wearing latex and acting like a total slut.”
“Easy boy,” Jessie laughed. “Hold on a minute. I wasn’t proposing going full on, not yet anyway. Just stay with me tonight to get your head back on, then we’ll see.”
My cock was slowly coming to full hardness again as she worked her magic.
She went on, “I think you’re nuts if you think you can just go back to the way you were, but it’s your choice. You said you would be coming over here for your job regularly, so we can just meet up and see how it develops. What do you say?’
I wanted to moan as she teased my organ back to rigid erection, and right then I would have agreed to anything.
“OK,“ I managed to say through gritted teeth, “Let’s go back to your place, and see what comes up.”