Well as of 16 May I have spent my first week in SL and all in all I have loved it. Obviously, I have recently realised how lucky I was to find Kayliwulf Kingdom on day 1 and run in to Chili Theas * Hugs Chili *.
What has surprised me is that I initially joined SL to try all the neat things described in Asudem's blog and latterly in Yora’s blog. However, apart from a regrettable incident with a shackle set (of which I will mention no more) I have really just wanted to hang out at KK and at the Rubber Room and chat, perhaps flirt a little, and dance. Pretty vanilla stuff really I have to confess.
Not, I hasten to add, that I have rued out the more adventurous stuff; but as I have discovered (and as in RL) those things will be more meaningful and special if and when I am with someone I trust, respect and love.
My first entry wasn’t meant to get too preachy and really is just a big thank you to the girls at KK (you know who you are) for your time, tenderness and advice.
Love, Andy
Saturday, 16 May 2009
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
The Seduction of Sue Part 2
The Seduction of Sue
Part 2
The illuminated display on the car dashboard read 12:30 as she rounded the corner and let the car crawl to a stop out side of her house. Her passenger had been unaware of the last 15 minutes thanks to Catherine introducing his head to a brick wall. He was currently slumped, head nuzzling her shoulder, in the passenger seat of the car.
“OK lover time to get you inside,” she said, her voice mocking her previous incarnation as Cindy.
She hoisted the man, still almost dead weight to his feet and dragged him inside her spacious town house. A slight twitch from his leg caught the door sending it clattering shut. The resultant bang echoed through the previously crypt like house.
“Oh no, Suzanne!” cried Catherine, dropping the man in the same instant.
Sue jerked back to consciousness, the unfamiliar surroundings and her nakedness caused a rising panic. She shivered, remembering the events of just a few hours earlier. What the hell was she thinking, coming here, allowing herself to be taken by Catherine, enjoying the feel of a latex covered women on her own soft flesh. She began to rise from the bed, her bare feet touching the pile of discarded clothing, toes scrunching the soft, slippery rubber. She bent and retrieved Catherine’s latex blouse, the heady aromas of the cool latex mingling with the owners own fragrance. Guiltily she brought the blouse to her face, gently rubbing the shiny material against her cheek, drinking in the bouquet from the warming clothing. She buried her face into its inky surface and breathed deeply.
“I see you are awake, Suzanne,” the voice was mellow and controlled, unmistakably Catherine’s, “truth to tell that is a nuisance as I am not ready for your, how can I put this … uhm re-birth.”
“I? … yes I heard a bang,” why did this woman make Sue feel like a small child in her presence?
“Nice outfit Catherine, you been out?” she added, desperate to move the conversation onto an adult footing and concerned about Catherine’s re-birth comment.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I have. But now its time for you to return to sleep, my love. Forgive me for this.”
No sooner had Sue heard Catherine’s plea for forgiveness that the woman had covered the fifteen feet between them and was pushing Sue back to the bed. Latex covered legs rapped round Sue’s naked form and forced Sue to topple back onto the bed. Her hand brushed the pink latex covered breast on its trajectory to push Catherine off. Catherine had Sue’s left hand pinned under her back and was thus able to bring up what looked like an old handkerchief. Sue kicked wildly, she had seen enough bad TV to know this was where she got the chloroform gag held tightly to her mouth and, like all plucky but doomed heroines, would not go out without a fight. Reality began to swirl madly about her, and Sue felt as thought that she was falling. She never consciously landed.
Catherine arranged the comatose woman delicately on the bed, covered her with a crisp white sheet and guiltily threw the still pungent cotton rag against the far bedroom wall. Her plan was becoming unravelled, and she was not best pleased about this. Besides, she had broken one of her jet black talons in the struggle. There would, quite literally, be hell to pay for that.
Confident that her friend would be out for hours, Catherine returned to where she had deposited her latest prey. She scooped him up and dragged him roughly to a large, almost black wooden door. Tugging on the handle Catherine eased the bulky door open and fumbled for the light switch. The room lit up and she surveyed the scene in front of her.
The brilliance of chrome tubes, gleaming white tiles and Plexiglas canisters dazzled Catherine for a moment. She smiled a knowing smile, she had of course stood on this spot many times in the past and always relished a new chance to engage in her “little diversions.”
Catherine dragged the man, still dead weight, towards one of the Plexiglas canisters. All the while she was conscious of the crackling sound of latex brushing latex and the delicate, exquisite trickle of perspiration snaking beneath her latex to down her back. Finally she had him near the canister and began to roughly undress him, shirt, pants, underwear all was removed and stuffed into a disposal bag.
“You will most certainly never need these again,” she said aloud while she stripped her victim.
The mans cut head received her attention next, she felt the sizeable bump she had inflicted on him to knock him out. Then she took a razor from a tray of medical looking equipment and shaved off the hair around the gash in the man’s scalp. Ointment was rubbed into the cut and the woman stood back from the unconscious man.
Catherine noticed that he was starting to wake up and she quickly lifted him into one of the Plexiglas canisters and closed to hatch making sure that it closed with a sucking sound indicative that it was an airtight seal. Catherine eased her latex covered rump onto the edge of an operating table and waited, an impish grin played on her voluptuous candy pink lips.
Maybe 20 minutes passed as consciousness slowly returned to the crumpled, nude figure in the clear canister. Then slowly the man’s head lifted and he instinctively felt his head, pulling his hand away in shock when his fingers encountered the freshly shaved patch and the still sticky ointment. Then his eyes focussed on Catherine.
“You, you crazy bitch! What the fuck have you done to me, where am I and what hell is this cage you’ve got me in!” the man was not happy.
“Questions, questions – I won’t tell you. So there!” Catherine said her voice mimicking that of a petulant little girl. She watched as the man’s rage boiled over and fists smashed on the toughened Plexiglas sides.
Eventually, as his hands throbbed in pain the man ceased his futile pounding and again looked at his erotic captor. How shallow is the male, Catherine thought, as she watched his cock grow as his rage subsided. Truly they are like the beasts of the field.
She did look pretty good, though. Catherine rubbed her hands provocatively down her black latex clad legs, and brought them up to caress her shimmering rubberised breasts. The thin pink latex of her crop top uplifted and presented Catherine’s charms in such a magnificent way, and she knew it, that the man stood spellbound. The dribbles of pre-cum issuing from his fully erect penis hinting at his aroused state.
“Naughty man. Are you excited now – you don’t want to kill lovely Catherine do you?” she asked, knowing the answer already.
She approached the canister and wrapped her lithe body around its cool surface. Her arms almost spanned its circumference and she ground her crotch against the Plexiglas. Her accentuated stygian mound flattened slightly as she did so and Catherine fucked the outside of the tube roughly, savagely. Her head flew back, spittle dripping from her slackened jaw and she screamed wildly. Then she stopped – cold.
“That was fun wasn’t it?” the act began again.
The man did not know what to do, his emotions ran riot. Fear, arousal, anger and lust combined in one. He cried, not bitterly, but all the same tears welled up in his eyes and moistened his still reddened face.
“Please, just let me go. Honest I won’t report this. I .. I just .. want to go home,” he pleaded.
“Oh silly poppet. You are home. You will live with me now, forever and ever. Won’t that be sweet?”
Tears and sobbing was her answer.
“Now my dear I want you to put the goggles on I am going to give you a nice shower. Make you nice and uhm .. receptive,” Catherine said as a pair of goggles dropped into the canister from above.
Catherine watched as the man nervously donned the goggles and then she pressed a small button. A sound of humming, then cool liquid began to cascade over the man. Instinctively he rubbed the slightly oily liquid into his body, across his head and then reacted in horror as handfuls of hair came away in his hand.
“Oh silly me I forgot to mention I added a potent and more importantly permanent depilatory solution. You will remain as bald and as smooth as a new born baby till your dying day. Not that anyone will know of course,” explained Catherine maintaining the dumb blond act.
The man stood trembling as the last of the solution drained away from the canister. His body tingled as the chemicals permanently neutralised every hair follicle on his body. He couldn’t resist the feel of his now silky smooth skin, even though part of his mind told him that this enjoyment was wrong, was perverse.
Catherine smiled, she loved how they fought with themselves at this stage of the process. How part of them teetered on the brink of sensual abandon and the other part denied this, ran from any part of enjoying their predicament. The odd one or two did not fit the pattern. They resisted almost to the end but it mattered little.
“Variety is the spice of life after all,” Catherine said, continuing her chain of thought aloud.
Another button was pressed and a vapour entered the canister, the man looked up, his eyes full of panic. Then slowly his legs buckled and he slumped to the floor.
“Nighty night, David,” Catherine said as she dimmed the lights and made her way to the exit of the laboratory.
Catherine closed the laboratory door and walked towards the stairs. Sue was still sleeping where Catherine had laid her. She stroked Sue’s exposed leg with her latex encased hand, relishing the feeling as her shiny hand glided up Sue’s thigh. Catherine pulled the sheet back revealing Sue’s entire body shimmering with a light sheen of perspiration.
“Now to begin with you my love. What shall I dress you in to begin your introduction to my world?” Catherine asked herself.
She opened her voluminous closet and was met by the unmistakable smell of latex. Truly she was spoiled for choice as she searched through multitudes of clothing from the tame street fashion style she currently wore through to items designed for true connoisseurs of latex.
“I think a gentle introduction will be best Suzanne. Eventually you will experience the ultimate but not until later,” saying this Catherine extracted some white latex underwear from her closest. White panties, gossamer thin white latex tights and a shiny white bra.
Part 2
The illuminated display on the car dashboard read 12:30 as she rounded the corner and let the car crawl to a stop out side of her house. Her passenger had been unaware of the last 15 minutes thanks to Catherine introducing his head to a brick wall. He was currently slumped, head nuzzling her shoulder, in the passenger seat of the car.
“OK lover time to get you inside,” she said, her voice mocking her previous incarnation as Cindy.
She hoisted the man, still almost dead weight to his feet and dragged him inside her spacious town house. A slight twitch from his leg caught the door sending it clattering shut. The resultant bang echoed through the previously crypt like house.
“Oh no, Suzanne!” cried Catherine, dropping the man in the same instant.
Sue jerked back to consciousness, the unfamiliar surroundings and her nakedness caused a rising panic. She shivered, remembering the events of just a few hours earlier. What the hell was she thinking, coming here, allowing herself to be taken by Catherine, enjoying the feel of a latex covered women on her own soft flesh. She began to rise from the bed, her bare feet touching the pile of discarded clothing, toes scrunching the soft, slippery rubber. She bent and retrieved Catherine’s latex blouse, the heady aromas of the cool latex mingling with the owners own fragrance. Guiltily she brought the blouse to her face, gently rubbing the shiny material against her cheek, drinking in the bouquet from the warming clothing. She buried her face into its inky surface and breathed deeply.
“I see you are awake, Suzanne,” the voice was mellow and controlled, unmistakably Catherine’s, “truth to tell that is a nuisance as I am not ready for your, how can I put this … uhm re-birth.”
“I? … yes I heard a bang,” why did this woman make Sue feel like a small child in her presence?
“Nice outfit Catherine, you been out?” she added, desperate to move the conversation onto an adult footing and concerned about Catherine’s re-birth comment.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I have. But now its time for you to return to sleep, my love. Forgive me for this.”
No sooner had Sue heard Catherine’s plea for forgiveness that the woman had covered the fifteen feet between them and was pushing Sue back to the bed. Latex covered legs rapped round Sue’s naked form and forced Sue to topple back onto the bed. Her hand brushed the pink latex covered breast on its trajectory to push Catherine off. Catherine had Sue’s left hand pinned under her back and was thus able to bring up what looked like an old handkerchief. Sue kicked wildly, she had seen enough bad TV to know this was where she got the chloroform gag held tightly to her mouth and, like all plucky but doomed heroines, would not go out without a fight. Reality began to swirl madly about her, and Sue felt as thought that she was falling. She never consciously landed.
Catherine arranged the comatose woman delicately on the bed, covered her with a crisp white sheet and guiltily threw the still pungent cotton rag against the far bedroom wall. Her plan was becoming unravelled, and she was not best pleased about this. Besides, she had broken one of her jet black talons in the struggle. There would, quite literally, be hell to pay for that.
Confident that her friend would be out for hours, Catherine returned to where she had deposited her latest prey. She scooped him up and dragged him roughly to a large, almost black wooden door. Tugging on the handle Catherine eased the bulky door open and fumbled for the light switch. The room lit up and she surveyed the scene in front of her.
The brilliance of chrome tubes, gleaming white tiles and Plexiglas canisters dazzled Catherine for a moment. She smiled a knowing smile, she had of course stood on this spot many times in the past and always relished a new chance to engage in her “little diversions.”
Catherine dragged the man, still dead weight, towards one of the Plexiglas canisters. All the while she was conscious of the crackling sound of latex brushing latex and the delicate, exquisite trickle of perspiration snaking beneath her latex to down her back. Finally she had him near the canister and began to roughly undress him, shirt, pants, underwear all was removed and stuffed into a disposal bag.
“You will most certainly never need these again,” she said aloud while she stripped her victim.
The mans cut head received her attention next, she felt the sizeable bump she had inflicted on him to knock him out. Then she took a razor from a tray of medical looking equipment and shaved off the hair around the gash in the man’s scalp. Ointment was rubbed into the cut and the woman stood back from the unconscious man.
Catherine noticed that he was starting to wake up and she quickly lifted him into one of the Plexiglas canisters and closed to hatch making sure that it closed with a sucking sound indicative that it was an airtight seal. Catherine eased her latex covered rump onto the edge of an operating table and waited, an impish grin played on her voluptuous candy pink lips.
Maybe 20 minutes passed as consciousness slowly returned to the crumpled, nude figure in the clear canister. Then slowly the man’s head lifted and he instinctively felt his head, pulling his hand away in shock when his fingers encountered the freshly shaved patch and the still sticky ointment. Then his eyes focussed on Catherine.
“You, you crazy bitch! What the fuck have you done to me, where am I and what hell is this cage you’ve got me in!” the man was not happy.
“Questions, questions – I won’t tell you. So there!” Catherine said her voice mimicking that of a petulant little girl. She watched as the man’s rage boiled over and fists smashed on the toughened Plexiglas sides.
Eventually, as his hands throbbed in pain the man ceased his futile pounding and again looked at his erotic captor. How shallow is the male, Catherine thought, as she watched his cock grow as his rage subsided. Truly they are like the beasts of the field.
She did look pretty good, though. Catherine rubbed her hands provocatively down her black latex clad legs, and brought them up to caress her shimmering rubberised breasts. The thin pink latex of her crop top uplifted and presented Catherine’s charms in such a magnificent way, and she knew it, that the man stood spellbound. The dribbles of pre-cum issuing from his fully erect penis hinting at his aroused state.
“Naughty man. Are you excited now – you don’t want to kill lovely Catherine do you?” she asked, knowing the answer already.
She approached the canister and wrapped her lithe body around its cool surface. Her arms almost spanned its circumference and she ground her crotch against the Plexiglas. Her accentuated stygian mound flattened slightly as she did so and Catherine fucked the outside of the tube roughly, savagely. Her head flew back, spittle dripping from her slackened jaw and she screamed wildly. Then she stopped – cold.
“That was fun wasn’t it?” the act began again.
The man did not know what to do, his emotions ran riot. Fear, arousal, anger and lust combined in one. He cried, not bitterly, but all the same tears welled up in his eyes and moistened his still reddened face.
“Please, just let me go. Honest I won’t report this. I .. I just .. want to go home,” he pleaded.
“Oh silly poppet. You are home. You will live with me now, forever and ever. Won’t that be sweet?”
Tears and sobbing was her answer.
“Now my dear I want you to put the goggles on I am going to give you a nice shower. Make you nice and uhm .. receptive,” Catherine said as a pair of goggles dropped into the canister from above.
Catherine watched as the man nervously donned the goggles and then she pressed a small button. A sound of humming, then cool liquid began to cascade over the man. Instinctively he rubbed the slightly oily liquid into his body, across his head and then reacted in horror as handfuls of hair came away in his hand.
“Oh silly me I forgot to mention I added a potent and more importantly permanent depilatory solution. You will remain as bald and as smooth as a new born baby till your dying day. Not that anyone will know of course,” explained Catherine maintaining the dumb blond act.
The man stood trembling as the last of the solution drained away from the canister. His body tingled as the chemicals permanently neutralised every hair follicle on his body. He couldn’t resist the feel of his now silky smooth skin, even though part of his mind told him that this enjoyment was wrong, was perverse.
Catherine smiled, she loved how they fought with themselves at this stage of the process. How part of them teetered on the brink of sensual abandon and the other part denied this, ran from any part of enjoying their predicament. The odd one or two did not fit the pattern. They resisted almost to the end but it mattered little.
“Variety is the spice of life after all,” Catherine said, continuing her chain of thought aloud.
Another button was pressed and a vapour entered the canister, the man looked up, his eyes full of panic. Then slowly his legs buckled and he slumped to the floor.
“Nighty night, David,” Catherine said as she dimmed the lights and made her way to the exit of the laboratory.
Catherine closed the laboratory door and walked towards the stairs. Sue was still sleeping where Catherine had laid her. She stroked Sue’s exposed leg with her latex encased hand, relishing the feeling as her shiny hand glided up Sue’s thigh. Catherine pulled the sheet back revealing Sue’s entire body shimmering with a light sheen of perspiration.
“Now to begin with you my love. What shall I dress you in to begin your introduction to my world?” Catherine asked herself.
She opened her voluminous closet and was met by the unmistakable smell of latex. Truly she was spoiled for choice as she searched through multitudes of clothing from the tame street fashion style she currently wore through to items designed for true connoisseurs of latex.
“I think a gentle introduction will be best Suzanne. Eventually you will experience the ultimate but not until later,” saying this Catherine extracted some white latex underwear from her closest. White panties, gossamer thin white latex tights and a shiny white bra.
Thursday, 7 May 2009
1st story
The Seduction of Sue
Part 1
It was a typical Friday down at the local pub. Susan sat with a small group, around two hastily pushed together tables, cradling a barely touched drink. Next to her, and already on his fifth drink, sat Dave – her long time boyfriend.
“What the hell’s up with you, Sue!”, came the now famous retort from Dave, “got another one of your headaches?”
Dave’s laugh was loudest, the other two men also laughed, if nervously. It was always the same, a promising evening that descended into a series of non too subtle digs at his girlfriend by Dave.
“You’re a real pig sometimes, y’know Dave!”, Sue’s friend, Jackie, again came to her defence.
“It’s OK Jackie, really. I was going to say this later but, umm well, I suppose now is as good a time as any”, Sue said.
“Yeh! What is it that you’ve got to say? Maybe that you’re a frigid bitch?”, spat Dave.
This was worse than a normal Friday and the nervous glances between the other two couples spoke volumes about their embarrassment.
Red faced, fighting back tears, Sue rose and simply said “I’m leaving you Dave.”
Sue turned and marched towards the door, her tear stained face hidden from the group. Despite the drink in him Dave looked shocked and angry. His friends distanced themselves, partly at their girlfriends request and partly because they realised that they were also to blame for Sue’s Friday nights of misery.
“er.. well good riddance! There’s no crawling back if you leave this fucking pub, do you hear me!”, Dave’s false but rising bravado fooled no one.
The scene had been witnessed by a woman at the pub’s bar. A smile played on her scarlet lips as Sue brushed past her on her way outside.
“Well done, my dear,” the women whispered.
The chill November night brought Sue to her senses and the cold made her aware of her tear streaked face. She hadn’t really planned that. Yes she was going to leave him but not tonight and not without a place to go. Thoughts of going back to her mother, and admitting that yes she was right about Dave, jostled with the other options; such as sleeping rough or pooling the money she had brought out with her to rent a room for the night.
“That took courage,” came a voice from behind her.
“Who said that,” Sue asked nervously peering into the shadowy pub doorway.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I must have startled you. My name is Catherine and I heard what that little man said to you. He doesn’t deserve you,” her voice was deep, smoky sounding and made Sue a little giddy.
“It’s the drink really. He isn’t like that normally,” why was she defending Dave to this stranger?
“You’re not contemplating going back are you, ahem?”
“Sue, my name is Sue Jones and well, considering my options, swallowing my pride and going back isn’t the worst of them,” said Sue dejectedly.
“I for one will not hear of that Suzanne. You can stay with me tonight and tomorrow we will examine your options,” Catherine said in a manner that would brook no argument.
“Umm, th.. thank you. By the way my name is Susan not Suzanne,” Sue said timidly.
“Of course it is darling.”
Catherine hailed a taxi and joined Sue in the back. Sue her first good look at her new benefactor as the taxi moved off to Catherine’s stated destination. Her face was striking, not in the way of a model or anything, no Sue thought more like a sculpture. Prominent cheekbones and well chiselled slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full and deep red contrasted with a skin tone that looked like porcelain. Jet black hair cut into a twenties style page boy cut completed the picture. Catherine was dressed in a black shiny coat that was not leather but looked waterproof , perhaps its PVC, Sue naively deduced.
“It’s really very kind of you to let me stay Catherine,” Sue gushed.
“Nonsense my dear. You were upset and it’s a cold, dark night. Besides I don’t get such attractive company …,” she trailed off seeing the prying eyes of the cabby focussed on her and Sue, “Driver, there are several road deaths per day in this city caused by inattentive driving. I have no wish to join those statistics.”
The driver shrank a little, Sue thought, as he muttered something like “Fucking dykes” just above audible level.
“Now. Where were we? Ah, yes. I was saying that I don’t often get visitors. You really are quite beautiful you know Suzanne, if a little unsure how to express that beauty,” Catherine peered into Sue’s eyes causing her embarrassment to deepen. Sue felt the hot breath from the women fall on her face and felt hand stroke her own leg softly.
Sue’s daze at Catherine’s attempted wooing was rocked as the taxi stopped and the light came on.
“That’s six pounds twenty luv,” said the driver.
“Here you are,” said Catherine coldly, “Oh yes a tip. My tip is to pick up someone with poorer hearing if you are going to insult them. Be thankful I don’t report you, you ignorant little man!”
Sue couldn’t resist a giggle at that. Catherine placed an arm round the still chuckling Sue and escorted her to the door as a smarting taxi driver sped off behind them.
“Wow! Nice place Cathy. What does a girl have to do to get a place like this,” said Sue, looking round the ornate hallway.
“Catherine is my given name. Diminutives do so much to rob a woman of her mystique,” scolded Catherine.
“I.. I’m sorry,” came the childlike voice in reply.
“You were not to know my love. As for my home, well it has taken a lifetime to accumulate the wealth to buy this house and its furnishings,” Catherine unbuttoned her latex coat letting it ripple like black waves down her body to the marble floor, “More correctly several lifetimes . I, you see my dear, am Catherine Dracul, a descendant of Vlad Dracul. You perhaps know him better as Count Dracula.”
Sue let out a gasp as the ebony clothed beauty in front of her said these words. She backed away from Catherine, as the latex encased body moved towards her. Common sense and child hood fears fought for dominance in Sue’s panic stricken mind.
“You… you’re making this up right?” her question lacked conviction.
“ha ha ha…off course I am. There are no such things as vampires .. well not the blood sucking kind anyway. You really are quite delicious though when you are anxious Suzanne.”
“You’re sense of humour is a little offbeat , you know Catherine,” the certainty returning to Sue’s voice matched the colour returning to her cheeks.
Catherine approached Sue giving her a sight of the stretched latex encasing her breasts, her button like nipples straining for release. The sheen from the highly polished latex was mesmerising to Sue. Catherine’s waist was severely nipped in by a latex corset that gave Catherine an almost impossible hourglass figure. A tight ankle length skirt hugged Catherine’s splayed hips provocatively. Even Catherine’s hands had the telltale sheen suggesting latex gloves. The overtly sexual sway to Catherine’s walk held Sue’s gaze.
“You … you’re wearing rubber clothes. Why would you want to be covered in that stuff?”, asked a confused Sue.
Catherine reached out and gently stoked Sue’s cheek. She looked into Sue’s eyes noticing that they were starting to dilate.
“I wear “this stuff” because it brings me pleasure. The embrace of latex, as it at once clothes and exposes your body, is almost beyond words.”
Catherine’s hand loops gently around Sue’s neck and draws her closer. Close enough that the women can almost taste each other’s desire. Catherine moves in and notes Sue slowly close her eyes as luscious ruby lips meet her own. Tongues entwine and explore each other and from deep within Sue sighs.
Their kissing rises in tempo, hands roam freely Sue feels the taught smoothness of Catherine’s rubber encased body and senses the heat from skin below the rubber veneer. Her attention is caught as rubber fingers begin to unbutton her blouse, a hand resting, no cupping her breast as it begins to methodically knead the aching flesh. Clothes fall from her now and soon her entire body is in contact with the latex covered Catherine.
Every nerve appears to be on fire, every fibre aches with longing as Catherine’s busy hands come to rest on Sue’s buttocks and begin to lift her even closer into contact with the, by now sticky, latex. Catherine’s right hand begins to stroke Sue’s moist sex, pausing to rub her clit, causing gasps of passion from Sue’s mouth. Then Catherine draws her face away and looks deeply into Sue’s eyes.
“I love you, Suzanne.”
A brief pause and then a latex covered index finger penetrates Sue and begins rapidly to bring the woman to orgasm, its rhythmic probing mated to the swirl of Catherine’s tongue tracing across blood engorged nipples. It takes around thirty seconds of this onslaught to break Sue, a violent bucking from her pelvis and her head flung back speak volumes as to the sexual fury breaking within Sue’s body. One ear splitting cry and Sue is spent, her body softens and slumps into the latex arms waiting to catch it.
Gazing down on the angelic, sleeping face of her love Catherine sheds a tear. She softly kisses the closed eyelids of the woman before whispering to her.
“Goodnight my love. You’re past life has ended and a new one awaits.”
Effortlessly Sue is carried up the winding staircase by Catherine and gently laid on virginal white sheets. Sue’s body glistens in the dim light, the perspiration of their passion looking like stardust on the sleeping woman’s skin.
Turning Catherine begins her own disrobing. A finger seeks out the laces of the corset and unties them. The front is then unattached and the heavy rubber corset is left to flop to the floor. Catherine groans as its embrace is broken and she massages life back into the previously compressed flesh.
Her skirt is, likewise, stripped away and falls, not ungracefully, at her feet resembling, with its tiny ripples, a small latex pool. The cool bedroom air causes goose bumps to form along her long toned legs. Her wrist gloves are her next targets and she pauses, noting with joy, the glistening mucous on the fingers of her right hand. She places a rubber finger in her mouth sucking fiercely the bitter taste of latex gives way to a musky saltiness that is her beloved.
Her other now bare hand seeks out her breast and, with increasing fury, squeezes and twists the latex covered orb until she too falls into the sexual abyss. Her breaths coming erratically, explosively as her body convulses and her legs give way depositing her onto of her earlier shed garments.
Slowly her senses shake her out of fogginess and she realises she has more to do before morning. Her latex top is pulled over her head and her remaining glove discarded. She leaves Sue still sleeping and goes to the bathroom. No time for a bath she thinks and instead opts for a quick shower. She begins to lather her skin wiping away the physical remains of her seduction of Sue.
After drying herself she grabs a bathrobe quickly tying it round her.
“Now for my latest project,” she says aloud.
Quietly she enters her bedroom and sees that Sue still sleeps. She approaches the nearest closet and opens the doors. She is greeted by a curtain of shimmering latex clothing all neatly hung on a system of moving rails. At her feet is a sizeable collection of footwear, boots, from monstrous crotch high affairs to subtler ankle boots vying with ballet boots and skyscraper platform shoes for Catherine’s attention.
She selected a pair of lack latex leggings and a pink latex crop top and, looking inquisitively at the footwear, settled on some four inch patent ankle boots. She settled on her look and began to liberally talc her body and the insides of the leggings. She pulled the leggings into place and smoothed the wrinkles along her now gleaming legs. She ensured that her bulging sex was tightly covered and visible her hand brushed the area causing an involuntary shudder. The pink top was pulled over her head and again smoothed into place, Catherine’s magnificent breasts were held yet again in a snug embrace as they settled into the latex top.
Her next task was her face. She commenced applying foundation covering her own porcelain skin with a garish fake tan tone. That done she moved on to her eyes and painted them grey-blue, thick mascara followed and Catherine’s eyelids felt heavy with accumulated cosmetics. Blusher was applied along her already prominent cheeks and pinkish lipstick completed her metamorphosis.
Looking round, as Sue moved on the bed, Catherine decided that her hair was all wrong. Deciding that blonde was the way to go she walked again to her closet. There, in one of several hatboxes she retrieved a shoulder lengths blond wig and pulled it over her own lustrous black mane.
Quickly she grabbed as metallic silver purse, stuffing it with condoms and a pack of cigarettes. A matching silver leather look biker jacket was the final addition to her ensemble and, blowing a kiss to sleeping Sue, she proceeded downstairs.
The night air was decidedly colder than when she had earlier met Sue. No time for subtlety thought Catherine, shivering as she entered her garage and fired up her sports car. Slowly edging from the garage she revelled in the feel of her rubber covered behind against the soft leather of the upholstery. Fearful of waking Sue the car’s mighty V8 engine gurgled as Catherine coaxed it slowly on minimum revs to the road.
The drive into the now quiet city centre began uneventfully. Catherine, glanced in the rear view mirror. A police car drifted into her field of view. The car started to follow her for about a mile, its male no doubt exchanging crude comments about the driver of the new Jaguar XK8 they were following. Eventually the siren and blue strobe light began and caused her to pull over
After a calculated minute or two (no doubt intended to let Catherine stew) one of the officers approached the car. The other looked on smiling to himself.
“Good evening miss. I’m afraid that you failed to stop at the last set of traffic lights. I take it that this is your car,” came the well rehearsed clipped English from the office. He stood rocking backwards and forwards on his heels and indicated that he wanted Catherine to get out of the car.
“Yyes officer It is my car. A special friend bought it for me,” came the sickly reply as Catherine deliberately made a meal out of her exit. Her latex encased leg extended and flexed with feline grace as she slowly rose from the seat.
The other officer, mouth wide open in shock had also got out of the car and moved, almost jogged to his colleague’s side. With an over-sexed audience Catherine turned on the little girl lost routine and proceeded to exploit the situation. The request for identification enabled her to unzip her silver jacket exposing the pink latex crop top and those delicious orbs that were imprisoned by it. And she fumbled her hands over her shiny pink chest in an attempt to show the officers that she was searching for her driver’s licence. That coupled with her rubbing her latex rump along the gleaming bonnet of the car warmed up this particular bitter November evening.
“Ahem, well Miss If you can’t find your licence you are required to present it at a police station of your choice within seven days,”, the first policeman stammered. Catherine grinned sweetly at them.
“Oh! Thank you officer. I thought you were going to arrest me for sure,” she whimpered and ground her thighs together for good measure.
“No, no Miss. Just report to the station and things will be alright,” the second officer said, ignoring the pointed glare of his colleague.
“Foxtrot, tango, charlie three, “ the radio squawked from the patrol car, “reported incident at the City Arms pub.”
“We’ve got to go,” apologised the first officer with much regret evident in his voice,
Catherine waived and again, for good measure bent to fasten her already fastened boot. Her tight perfectly shaped bottom strained for escape from its latex covering. The tight latex of the leggings leaving little to the imagination as it framed and presented Catherine’s sex for all to see. The squeal of tyres and desperate steering she heard from behind her left her in no doubt that two people had certainly caught a glimpse.
“Cindy sends her love,” she squeaked in a highly stylised hooker-for-rent sort of way and smiled satisfied with her act.
She parked the car in a side street and clambered out. It wasn’t a particular pleasant part of the city populated by the usual detritus that all cities attract. Unzipping her purse “Cindy” drew a cigarette from the packet and slowly approached a man walking slowly and none too straight on the other side of the road. Her stiletto boots signalling her approach by their clicking retort against the cracked pavement. Her latex coated thighs brushed effortlessly against each other as she adopted an exaggerated walk again straight out of a bad forties movie.
“Hiya honey,” she drawled “can you help a girl that in a fix?”
The men, startled for an instant, turned and dimly, through heavy bear dulled eyes, he saw the latex vision before him.
“Of course, you name it “, he spluttered, half in shock and half in something resembling passion.
“Well I … ha ha ha ha …. forgot my cigarette lighter. I was just ..um … wondering if you had a light,” this voice act was killing Catherine’s vocal chords.
“Sure, here darlin’ ,“ the man said and offered her a match.
Sue took the match and struck it on an adjacent wall. The brief glow was brought to her lips and waiting cigarette. The cigarette tip took on a reddish glow and she breathed out a plume of smoke directly at the man. Smiling inanely at her, the man wheezed and coughed several times.
“Thank you ever so much,” Catherine smiled. She placed a hand on his arm and drew closer to him. He responded by pulling her body tightly against his, Catherine could feel the man’s cock harden despite the booze flooding his system. Thoughts of raising the dead came into her mind and inwardly she chuckled.
His lips sought out hers but Catherine shied away and began to unbutton his fly. This act caused his frown at her refusal to kiss to change to a wide grin. Slowly she sought out his ever hardening penis and extracted it from his pants. Deftly she took a condom from her purse and began to roll it up the mans erect organ, the latex slimy from lubricant. Her cigarette was stubbed out and her head lowered towards the groaning erection, the man eyes shut in blissful anticipation..
Her mouth opens and her tongue begins to flutter against the very tip of his erect penis. He groans and falls back to rest at an angle against the wall. Harder and harder her tongue dances across the darkening head of the man’s penis. Then she takes him into her mouth, the slick head scrapes across her tongue and nestles near to the back of her mouth. Catherine can feel the throb of life within the man’s penis and using her lips and tongue she begins to work from the base to the tip, her actions rising in ferocity. There is a second’s warning as the man grimaces, his knuckles clenched shut whiten noticeably and Catherine senses that he’s climaxed. The condom grows heavy with his seed and the spent organ rapidly diminishes in length and girth.
Catherine withdraws her head careful not to take the condom with her. She looks up and sees the man eyes still shut. Quickly she stands and one vicious push sends his head back against the wall, the man's eyes fly open only to closes as head meets bricks.
Catherine removes the condom from his lifeless prick and lets it fall down a nearby drain. She folds his penis back into his trousers and lifts the man to his feet. Though it is a struggle she rounds the corner of the side street back to where she has parked. Passers by nod understandingly as she labours with her load. At last she has him in the passenger seat of the car and gets in the driver’s side.
“I can only say that I hope you’re worth it when your time comes,” Catherine says to the unconscious passenger. The car is started and a quick blast of acceleration scatters old newspapers and litter in her wake.
End of part 1
Part 1
It was a typical Friday down at the local pub. Susan sat with a small group, around two hastily pushed together tables, cradling a barely touched drink. Next to her, and already on his fifth drink, sat Dave – her long time boyfriend.
“What the hell’s up with you, Sue!”, came the now famous retort from Dave, “got another one of your headaches?”
Dave’s laugh was loudest, the other two men also laughed, if nervously. It was always the same, a promising evening that descended into a series of non too subtle digs at his girlfriend by Dave.
“You’re a real pig sometimes, y’know Dave!”, Sue’s friend, Jackie, again came to her defence.
“It’s OK Jackie, really. I was going to say this later but, umm well, I suppose now is as good a time as any”, Sue said.
“Yeh! What is it that you’ve got to say? Maybe that you’re a frigid bitch?”, spat Dave.
This was worse than a normal Friday and the nervous glances between the other two couples spoke volumes about their embarrassment.
Red faced, fighting back tears, Sue rose and simply said “I’m leaving you Dave.”
Sue turned and marched towards the door, her tear stained face hidden from the group. Despite the drink in him Dave looked shocked and angry. His friends distanced themselves, partly at their girlfriends request and partly because they realised that they were also to blame for Sue’s Friday nights of misery.
“er.. well good riddance! There’s no crawling back if you leave this fucking pub, do you hear me!”, Dave’s false but rising bravado fooled no one.
The scene had been witnessed by a woman at the pub’s bar. A smile played on her scarlet lips as Sue brushed past her on her way outside.
“Well done, my dear,” the women whispered.
The chill November night brought Sue to her senses and the cold made her aware of her tear streaked face. She hadn’t really planned that. Yes she was going to leave him but not tonight and not without a place to go. Thoughts of going back to her mother, and admitting that yes she was right about Dave, jostled with the other options; such as sleeping rough or pooling the money she had brought out with her to rent a room for the night.
“That took courage,” came a voice from behind her.
“Who said that,” Sue asked nervously peering into the shadowy pub doorway.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I must have startled you. My name is Catherine and I heard what that little man said to you. He doesn’t deserve you,” her voice was deep, smoky sounding and made Sue a little giddy.
“It’s the drink really. He isn’t like that normally,” why was she defending Dave to this stranger?
“You’re not contemplating going back are you, ahem?”
“Sue, my name is Sue Jones and well, considering my options, swallowing my pride and going back isn’t the worst of them,” said Sue dejectedly.
“I for one will not hear of that Suzanne. You can stay with me tonight and tomorrow we will examine your options,” Catherine said in a manner that would brook no argument.
“Umm, th.. thank you. By the way my name is Susan not Suzanne,” Sue said timidly.
“Of course it is darling.”
Catherine hailed a taxi and joined Sue in the back. Sue her first good look at her new benefactor as the taxi moved off to Catherine’s stated destination. Her face was striking, not in the way of a model or anything, no Sue thought more like a sculpture. Prominent cheekbones and well chiselled slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full and deep red contrasted with a skin tone that looked like porcelain. Jet black hair cut into a twenties style page boy cut completed the picture. Catherine was dressed in a black shiny coat that was not leather but looked waterproof , perhaps its PVC, Sue naively deduced.
“It’s really very kind of you to let me stay Catherine,” Sue gushed.
“Nonsense my dear. You were upset and it’s a cold, dark night. Besides I don’t get such attractive company …,” she trailed off seeing the prying eyes of the cabby focussed on her and Sue, “Driver, there are several road deaths per day in this city caused by inattentive driving. I have no wish to join those statistics.”
The driver shrank a little, Sue thought, as he muttered something like “Fucking dykes” just above audible level.
“Now. Where were we? Ah, yes. I was saying that I don’t often get visitors. You really are quite beautiful you know Suzanne, if a little unsure how to express that beauty,” Catherine peered into Sue’s eyes causing her embarrassment to deepen. Sue felt the hot breath from the women fall on her face and felt hand stroke her own leg softly.
Sue’s daze at Catherine’s attempted wooing was rocked as the taxi stopped and the light came on.
“That’s six pounds twenty luv,” said the driver.
“Here you are,” said Catherine coldly, “Oh yes a tip. My tip is to pick up someone with poorer hearing if you are going to insult them. Be thankful I don’t report you, you ignorant little man!”
Sue couldn’t resist a giggle at that. Catherine placed an arm round the still chuckling Sue and escorted her to the door as a smarting taxi driver sped off behind them.
“Wow! Nice place Cathy. What does a girl have to do to get a place like this,” said Sue, looking round the ornate hallway.
“Catherine is my given name. Diminutives do so much to rob a woman of her mystique,” scolded Catherine.
“I.. I’m sorry,” came the childlike voice in reply.
“You were not to know my love. As for my home, well it has taken a lifetime to accumulate the wealth to buy this house and its furnishings,” Catherine unbuttoned her latex coat letting it ripple like black waves down her body to the marble floor, “More correctly several lifetimes . I, you see my dear, am Catherine Dracul, a descendant of Vlad Dracul. You perhaps know him better as Count Dracula.”
Sue let out a gasp as the ebony clothed beauty in front of her said these words. She backed away from Catherine, as the latex encased body moved towards her. Common sense and child hood fears fought for dominance in Sue’s panic stricken mind.
“You… you’re making this up right?” her question lacked conviction.
“ha ha ha…off course I am. There are no such things as vampires .. well not the blood sucking kind anyway. You really are quite delicious though when you are anxious Suzanne.”
“You’re sense of humour is a little offbeat , you know Catherine,” the certainty returning to Sue’s voice matched the colour returning to her cheeks.
Catherine approached Sue giving her a sight of the stretched latex encasing her breasts, her button like nipples straining for release. The sheen from the highly polished latex was mesmerising to Sue. Catherine’s waist was severely nipped in by a latex corset that gave Catherine an almost impossible hourglass figure. A tight ankle length skirt hugged Catherine’s splayed hips provocatively. Even Catherine’s hands had the telltale sheen suggesting latex gloves. The overtly sexual sway to Catherine’s walk held Sue’s gaze.
“You … you’re wearing rubber clothes. Why would you want to be covered in that stuff?”, asked a confused Sue.
Catherine reached out and gently stoked Sue’s cheek. She looked into Sue’s eyes noticing that they were starting to dilate.
“I wear “this stuff” because it brings me pleasure. The embrace of latex, as it at once clothes and exposes your body, is almost beyond words.”
Catherine’s hand loops gently around Sue’s neck and draws her closer. Close enough that the women can almost taste each other’s desire. Catherine moves in and notes Sue slowly close her eyes as luscious ruby lips meet her own. Tongues entwine and explore each other and from deep within Sue sighs.
Their kissing rises in tempo, hands roam freely Sue feels the taught smoothness of Catherine’s rubber encased body and senses the heat from skin below the rubber veneer. Her attention is caught as rubber fingers begin to unbutton her blouse, a hand resting, no cupping her breast as it begins to methodically knead the aching flesh. Clothes fall from her now and soon her entire body is in contact with the latex covered Catherine.
Every nerve appears to be on fire, every fibre aches with longing as Catherine’s busy hands come to rest on Sue’s buttocks and begin to lift her even closer into contact with the, by now sticky, latex. Catherine’s right hand begins to stroke Sue’s moist sex, pausing to rub her clit, causing gasps of passion from Sue’s mouth. Then Catherine draws her face away and looks deeply into Sue’s eyes.
“I love you, Suzanne.”
A brief pause and then a latex covered index finger penetrates Sue and begins rapidly to bring the woman to orgasm, its rhythmic probing mated to the swirl of Catherine’s tongue tracing across blood engorged nipples. It takes around thirty seconds of this onslaught to break Sue, a violent bucking from her pelvis and her head flung back speak volumes as to the sexual fury breaking within Sue’s body. One ear splitting cry and Sue is spent, her body softens and slumps into the latex arms waiting to catch it.
Gazing down on the angelic, sleeping face of her love Catherine sheds a tear. She softly kisses the closed eyelids of the woman before whispering to her.
“Goodnight my love. You’re past life has ended and a new one awaits.”
Effortlessly Sue is carried up the winding staircase by Catherine and gently laid on virginal white sheets. Sue’s body glistens in the dim light, the perspiration of their passion looking like stardust on the sleeping woman’s skin.
Turning Catherine begins her own disrobing. A finger seeks out the laces of the corset and unties them. The front is then unattached and the heavy rubber corset is left to flop to the floor. Catherine groans as its embrace is broken and she massages life back into the previously compressed flesh.
Her skirt is, likewise, stripped away and falls, not ungracefully, at her feet resembling, with its tiny ripples, a small latex pool. The cool bedroom air causes goose bumps to form along her long toned legs. Her wrist gloves are her next targets and she pauses, noting with joy, the glistening mucous on the fingers of her right hand. She places a rubber finger in her mouth sucking fiercely the bitter taste of latex gives way to a musky saltiness that is her beloved.
Her other now bare hand seeks out her breast and, with increasing fury, squeezes and twists the latex covered orb until she too falls into the sexual abyss. Her breaths coming erratically, explosively as her body convulses and her legs give way depositing her onto of her earlier shed garments.
Slowly her senses shake her out of fogginess and she realises she has more to do before morning. Her latex top is pulled over her head and her remaining glove discarded. She leaves Sue still sleeping and goes to the bathroom. No time for a bath she thinks and instead opts for a quick shower. She begins to lather her skin wiping away the physical remains of her seduction of Sue.
After drying herself she grabs a bathrobe quickly tying it round her.
“Now for my latest project,” she says aloud.
Quietly she enters her bedroom and sees that Sue still sleeps. She approaches the nearest closet and opens the doors. She is greeted by a curtain of shimmering latex clothing all neatly hung on a system of moving rails. At her feet is a sizeable collection of footwear, boots, from monstrous crotch high affairs to subtler ankle boots vying with ballet boots and skyscraper platform shoes for Catherine’s attention.
She selected a pair of lack latex leggings and a pink latex crop top and, looking inquisitively at the footwear, settled on some four inch patent ankle boots. She settled on her look and began to liberally talc her body and the insides of the leggings. She pulled the leggings into place and smoothed the wrinkles along her now gleaming legs. She ensured that her bulging sex was tightly covered and visible her hand brushed the area causing an involuntary shudder. The pink top was pulled over her head and again smoothed into place, Catherine’s magnificent breasts were held yet again in a snug embrace as they settled into the latex top.
Her next task was her face. She commenced applying foundation covering her own porcelain skin with a garish fake tan tone. That done she moved on to her eyes and painted them grey-blue, thick mascara followed and Catherine’s eyelids felt heavy with accumulated cosmetics. Blusher was applied along her already prominent cheeks and pinkish lipstick completed her metamorphosis.
Looking round, as Sue moved on the bed, Catherine decided that her hair was all wrong. Deciding that blonde was the way to go she walked again to her closet. There, in one of several hatboxes she retrieved a shoulder lengths blond wig and pulled it over her own lustrous black mane.
Quickly she grabbed as metallic silver purse, stuffing it with condoms and a pack of cigarettes. A matching silver leather look biker jacket was the final addition to her ensemble and, blowing a kiss to sleeping Sue, she proceeded downstairs.
The night air was decidedly colder than when she had earlier met Sue. No time for subtlety thought Catherine, shivering as she entered her garage and fired up her sports car. Slowly edging from the garage she revelled in the feel of her rubber covered behind against the soft leather of the upholstery. Fearful of waking Sue the car’s mighty V8 engine gurgled as Catherine coaxed it slowly on minimum revs to the road.
The drive into the now quiet city centre began uneventfully. Catherine, glanced in the rear view mirror. A police car drifted into her field of view. The car started to follow her for about a mile, its male no doubt exchanging crude comments about the driver of the new Jaguar XK8 they were following. Eventually the siren and blue strobe light began and caused her to pull over
After a calculated minute or two (no doubt intended to let Catherine stew) one of the officers approached the car. The other looked on smiling to himself.
“Good evening miss. I’m afraid that you failed to stop at the last set of traffic lights. I take it that this is your car,” came the well rehearsed clipped English from the office. He stood rocking backwards and forwards on his heels and indicated that he wanted Catherine to get out of the car.
“Yyes officer It is my car. A special friend bought it for me,” came the sickly reply as Catherine deliberately made a meal out of her exit. Her latex encased leg extended and flexed with feline grace as she slowly rose from the seat.
The other officer, mouth wide open in shock had also got out of the car and moved, almost jogged to his colleague’s side. With an over-sexed audience Catherine turned on the little girl lost routine and proceeded to exploit the situation. The request for identification enabled her to unzip her silver jacket exposing the pink latex crop top and those delicious orbs that were imprisoned by it. And she fumbled her hands over her shiny pink chest in an attempt to show the officers that she was searching for her driver’s licence. That coupled with her rubbing her latex rump along the gleaming bonnet of the car warmed up this particular bitter November evening.
“Ahem, well Miss If you can’t find your licence you are required to present it at a police station of your choice within seven days,”, the first policeman stammered. Catherine grinned sweetly at them.
“Oh! Thank you officer. I thought you were going to arrest me for sure,” she whimpered and ground her thighs together for good measure.
“No, no Miss. Just report to the station and things will be alright,” the second officer said, ignoring the pointed glare of his colleague.
“Foxtrot, tango, charlie three, “ the radio squawked from the patrol car, “reported incident at the City Arms pub.”
“We’ve got to go,” apologised the first officer with much regret evident in his voice,
Catherine waived and again, for good measure bent to fasten her already fastened boot. Her tight perfectly shaped bottom strained for escape from its latex covering. The tight latex of the leggings leaving little to the imagination as it framed and presented Catherine’s sex for all to see. The squeal of tyres and desperate steering she heard from behind her left her in no doubt that two people had certainly caught a glimpse.
“Cindy sends her love,” she squeaked in a highly stylised hooker-for-rent sort of way and smiled satisfied with her act.
She parked the car in a side street and clambered out. It wasn’t a particular pleasant part of the city populated by the usual detritus that all cities attract. Unzipping her purse “Cindy” drew a cigarette from the packet and slowly approached a man walking slowly and none too straight on the other side of the road. Her stiletto boots signalling her approach by their clicking retort against the cracked pavement. Her latex coated thighs brushed effortlessly against each other as she adopted an exaggerated walk again straight out of a bad forties movie.
“Hiya honey,” she drawled “can you help a girl that in a fix?”
The men, startled for an instant, turned and dimly, through heavy bear dulled eyes, he saw the latex vision before him.
“Of course, you name it “, he spluttered, half in shock and half in something resembling passion.
“Well I … ha ha ha ha …. forgot my cigarette lighter. I was just ..um … wondering if you had a light,” this voice act was killing Catherine’s vocal chords.
“Sure, here darlin’ ,“ the man said and offered her a match.
Sue took the match and struck it on an adjacent wall. The brief glow was brought to her lips and waiting cigarette. The cigarette tip took on a reddish glow and she breathed out a plume of smoke directly at the man. Smiling inanely at her, the man wheezed and coughed several times.
“Thank you ever so much,” Catherine smiled. She placed a hand on his arm and drew closer to him. He responded by pulling her body tightly against his, Catherine could feel the man’s cock harden despite the booze flooding his system. Thoughts of raising the dead came into her mind and inwardly she chuckled.
His lips sought out hers but Catherine shied away and began to unbutton his fly. This act caused his frown at her refusal to kiss to change to a wide grin. Slowly she sought out his ever hardening penis and extracted it from his pants. Deftly she took a condom from her purse and began to roll it up the mans erect organ, the latex slimy from lubricant. Her cigarette was stubbed out and her head lowered towards the groaning erection, the man eyes shut in blissful anticipation..
Her mouth opens and her tongue begins to flutter against the very tip of his erect penis. He groans and falls back to rest at an angle against the wall. Harder and harder her tongue dances across the darkening head of the man’s penis. Then she takes him into her mouth, the slick head scrapes across her tongue and nestles near to the back of her mouth. Catherine can feel the throb of life within the man’s penis and using her lips and tongue she begins to work from the base to the tip, her actions rising in ferocity. There is a second’s warning as the man grimaces, his knuckles clenched shut whiten noticeably and Catherine senses that he’s climaxed. The condom grows heavy with his seed and the spent organ rapidly diminishes in length and girth.
Catherine withdraws her head careful not to take the condom with her. She looks up and sees the man eyes still shut. Quickly she stands and one vicious push sends his head back against the wall, the man's eyes fly open only to closes as head meets bricks.
Catherine removes the condom from his lifeless prick and lets it fall down a nearby drain. She folds his penis back into his trousers and lifts the man to his feet. Though it is a struggle she rounds the corner of the side street back to where she has parked. Passers by nod understandingly as she labours with her load. At last she has him in the passenger seat of the car and gets in the driver’s side.
“I can only say that I hope you’re worth it when your time comes,” Catherine says to the unconscious passenger. The car is started and a quick blast of acceleration scatters old newspapers and litter in her wake.
End of part 1
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