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Copyright © 2009: This story was written by Anne
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Latex Body Suit
by Anne Raymond (address withheld)
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Three guys and a gal, but not a foursome, really a
kinky sex ring that liked to take in unsuspecting men
so the gal can get her rocks off and the guys can
prosper from it all. (Fdom/M, voy, bd, cd, v, fetishes)
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The latex body suit slid over my lightly powdered body
and wrapped itself tightly around my torso. Its bra
pushed my breasts up and out, an offering to the demons
that haunt this man. I rolled one silky black stocking
and pulled it on with a slow loving movement, after I
had it secured with the garters of the latex suit I got
its mate and prepared to repeat the process.
Paul grabbed the stocking from my hand and told me to
extend my leg. He bent over me and lightly teased my
toes with his tongue before he pulled on my stocking
and fastened it. He told me to stand up so that he
could get a good look at the out-fit before I put the
skirt on.
The shiny black skin of the body suit was a perfect
medium for showing off the muscular curves of my belly
and shoulders. My arms looked strong and powerful in
their shiny sleeves. My legs and hips looked great with
their whiteness accented by the dark clothing and the
frame provided by the garters which stretched toward
the high cut sides of the suit.
I couldn't see the rear view in my mirror but Paul's
sharp gasp as I turned around told me that it looked
pretty good, and I guess it would, my muscular round
ass probably looked great in the thonged body suit and
the black lines of the garter against the white skin
was sure to be an eye pleaser, wish I had had a second
mirror.
The sleek, powerful lines of my body would have been
pretty tempting to anyone who was interested in the
form of enjoyment my outfit implied. Paul said he
thought it would do. He handed me the short latex mini
skirt and helped me balance as I squeezed into it. It
hugged the curve of my ass nicely and its hem fell just
below the top of my stockings. It wouldn't take much
for me to reveal a lot of what this man was after. That
was good. I didn't feel like leaving anything to
chance.
I put on the high, threatening heels that Paul held out
for me and I practiced walking around in the bedroom. I
was a bit wobbly at first and since weakness was the
last thing I wanted to convey to this man I worked hard
at finding my balance. Once I had managed to walk with
a powerful, confident stride I walked to the bathroom
to complete my costume. My make up was easy. Pale
foundation, black eyeliner and blood red lipstick.
The hard part came when I tried to put on the long
straight black wig. My own short black hair kept poking
through and it made me look pretty silly, and I did not
want to look silly that night. Paul came in and tried
to help but there was no way we were going to be able
to get it right. Without a word he left the bathroom,
returning a few minutes later with some hair clippers
that he borrowed from our neighbor.
I silently bent my head to him and he sheared off all
but a quarter inch of my hair. I looked in the mirror
and was completely taken a back. The woman looking back
at me was not the Anne I knew. The effect was very
startling and very scary. It was exactly the look we
wanted, certainly the long black wig would have been a
step down. I left it by the sink and followed Paul
downstairs.
Doug was sitting on the couch waiting for us. His
brother, John, was in the kitchen getting himself a
beer. I knew Doug fairly well and he has seen my body
in a lot less at his cottage. A lot less doesn't always
mean a lot more exciting though and this was obvious in
his expression. He didn't say anything. He just looked
at me with slightly glazed.
John return from the kitchen and his expression
mimicked that of his brothers. I walked the length of
the living room so that the three men could get a good
look at me. As I slowly turned around to stand in front
of them with my hands on my hips and my legs spread
widely apart, Doug whistled and said softly, "That
should work fine." Then he Paul and John got there
coats on and walked to the door.
I pulled my leather jacket on and grabbed my dog collar
fro m the table. As I adjusted it Doug told me that I
could still back out if I was scared or if I was even
uncomfortable. We headed out to the car.
John drove and Paul and I sat in the back. Doug talked
to John about little things but for the most part the
drive was silent. We made it to the bar in about forty-
five minutes. It seemed like hours though, as I began
to feel more and more uneasy.
We sat in the car after we reached the parking lot.
John carefully went over what he had told me before. He
described the man, what he was wearing, where he
usually stands and what he likes. He asked me if I
thought I could manage. I said that I was positive
given that I knew so much about him, a seduction would
be easy and I was sure I looked like his dream date.
The others agreed.
Paul got out of the car and headed into the bar. The
man didn't know him so he was an obvious choice. I
waited a few minutes before I went in. Before I left
Doug once again told me that he really appreciated what
I was doing and that they would make sure I didn't get
hurt.
I walked into the bar with long powerful steps, I stood
at the doorway allowing my eyes time to adjust to the
dimness and the smoke. I found Paul first and then
turned to the spot John said the man would be. He was
there dressed exactly as John said he would be, black
suit, red tie and a white shirt. We both looked out of
place in the place.
Most of the patrons looked pretty casual. As I stood in
the doorway waiting for him to notice me I noticed that
most of the men in the bar had their eyes on me, I also
noticed that most of their women were moving closer to
them, talking faster and holding on to them. Good! I
looked like a threat.
He was talking to a young woman in a short flowery
dress, he still hadn't noticed me. The woman would be
easy to get rid of. She was clearly not his type
anyway. I pulled my cigarettes out of my purse and just
as I had put one to my lips a man appeared from nowhere
and held his lighter up for me.
I glanced over at Paul and saw him wink.
I lit my cigarette and dismissed the man without so
much as a thank you. The other man - my game - had
noticed me by this time and I am sure my dismissal was
just the kind of thing he would find appealing. I
looked toward him and held his gaze. After a while he
looked away, good again. He knew who was stronger, this
would be easy.
I walked over to him and the woman. I stepped in
between them and told him that I was drinking scotch
and water (his drink - John had told me). He quickly
ordered one from a passing waitress. The other woman
must have realized she was being replaced because she
left right away. I turned to look at him and as I
studied his face I realized that I was expecting
someone much uglier.
This man was actually very good looking (money probably
makes it easier to stay pretty). He was also studying
me and I knew he liked what he saw. He was smiling and
very animated. After the waitress had returned with our
drinks he asked me what my name was. I told him that it
couldn't possibly matter. I didn't ask him, I already
knew.
He talked to me about the bar, he told me he owned it
(I knew already of course). He asked me if I liked it,
if I liked the music. I told him that I wasn't
interested in music and that it must be obvious to him
what I was interested in. He said that it was and asked
me how much I wanted. I told him 500 dollars for an
hour and there was no sex involved. He said it sounded
reasonable and that he would think about it.
I knew that he wouldn't take long to think. He chatted
about other things, nothing of interest though and I
was being careful to let him know that he was boring
me. At one point he accidentally stepped on my toe and
I scowled at him and told him that he was very fucking
clumsy and he was going to have to pay more because of
it. Then I told him that he needed someone to make him
be a bit more careful with his feet.
That was the right ploy. He said he had a few things to
take care of and he would be back in a few minutes then
we could go. I looked at my watch and said that would
be fine. After he left I ordered another drink from the
waitress and told her he was paying. I looked over at
Paul and nodded.
He walked toward the door, still inside but he was
ready to leave when we did. I waited for the man,
ignoring the advances of all of the young men who
wanted the fantasy that I was presenting. It occurred
to me that if I really was into that I could have made
a fortune there. But that wasn't what this was about.
The man returned and guided me toward the door. As we
walked toward his big car I saw Paul get into a cab. I
told the man to hurry because I was getting cold, I
also told him that being cold made me angry and he was
going to be in big trouble if I felt any more
uncomfortable. He hurried toward the car and quickly
opened my door for me. We headed toward his apartment
with Paul's taxi following.
I was surprised at how easily things were progressing.
I expected more of a challenge from this guy. He was
certainly more experienced in this kind of thing than I
am and I would have thought his frequent trips to New
York had made him familiar enough with the idea of
hired women that he would have seen through me. I guess
desperation makes people a bit blind though.
We walked into his apartment building and waited by the
elevator. I saw a red glove on the floor just to the
left of the elevator door. Doug and John had told me to
watch for it and its presence was very reassuring. As
we entered the elevator Paul walked in the building.
I told the man to hold the door for him. Paul walked in
and pushed 11, we were going to 12 so he wouldn't have
far to walk. He kept glancing at my legs on the way up.
The man was also looking at them so even if Paul had
been doing something else it wouldn't have mattered
much.
After Paul got out and the doors shut behind him I told
the man that I expected he would have what I needed
there. He assured me that everything was available. Of
course it was, I knew that too.
After we entered his sumptuous apartment I told him to
go into the bedroom and get everything out while I had
a drink and made myself comfortable. He was to get
dressed and wait for me. He asked me what he was
supposed to wear. I told him that I liked pretty blonds
in pink frilly silk babydolls.
He liked that idea (I already knew he did) and I
thought he would come in his pants he looked so
excited. He obediently trotted off to the bedroom after
showing me where the drinks were. I poured myself one
and walked to the door. Paul, John and Doug silently
entered the apartment and moved to the dining room. The
sound of my voice hid the noise made by the door as I
loudly asked the man if he was ready.
He said he wasn't ready, he still needed a few minutes.
I told him it was too bad he was so slow I wasn't
prepared to be kept waiting by such a pathetic little
creature. I walked toward the bedroom and valiantly hid
the disgust I was feeling as I looked at the pathetic
display.
The man was naked except for frilly pink panties and a
blond pony tail wig which was on slightly crooked. His
grey chest hair was matted with sweat and his flabby
belly hung over the top of the panties, already bulging
with his feverish excitement. I walked into the room
and told him that he was a very bad little girl and I
was going to teach him a lesson.
"Good little girls don't let people walk into their
rooms when they don't have a shirt on do they? You have
to be punished for this or you will turn into a bad
little slut. I think I should show you why good little
girls keep their shirts on."
I walked over to him and roughly pinched one of his
nipples. The feel of his thin, old skin revolted me. I
reached behind him and grabbed a short riding crop that
was amongst the goodies that he had spread out on the
top of his dresser. I hit him sharply across the chest.
Three hard, fast blows were enough to get him
whimpering.
"Please, stop! I'll be a good little girl, I promise."
"Shut up you little slut, I will decide when to stop.
You are bad, and very stupid, I know what's best for
stupid little sluts like you."
His erection strained the pink fabric and I could see
that he was becoming more and more excited. This had a
strange effect on me. I thought back to why I was
there, I remembered the reason he was now getting his
chest whipped and I grew furious. I hit him harder and
harder until thin lines of blood were visible all over
his old, ugly chest. He was starting to look pretty
scared and I was afraid he would call it off so I
stopped.
I sat down in a high winged back black leather chair, I
spread my legs wide and told him to come and sit
between them. When he sat down I told him to look
toward the floor and to keep his head bent until I told
him to look up. This had the effect of further
humiliating him and allowing me to avoid seeing his
ugliness.
I told him we were going to play a little game, we were
going to talk about what bad girls do. "Do you think
that good girls know how to be good by themselves?'
"Yes," he replied meekly.
"no they don't, they need instructions, they need to
know the kinds of things bad girls do so they don't do
them," I replied and as he looked up at him I slapped
his face with the riding crop. "You keep your eyes
looking down until I tell you to move."
"Bad girls meet people in the bars and take them home.
You did that so you are a bad girl aren't you?"
"I think that you should be punished for that. You are
going to have to be brave about this now, go over to
the dresser and get the paddle so that I can spank you,
you bad little slut."
He did as he was told and returned to me with his eyes
cast downward, he handed me the paddle and laid across
my lap as instructed. As I started energetically
beating him I began to realize that I was on my way to
loosing control of the situation. This was not really
what we had intended but it was pretty fun anyway.
I heard his pathetic whimpers and that just made me
angrier. He begged me to stop, promising to be a good
girl. I thought of the one who had probably said the
same thing to him years before and my blows matched my
increasing rage.
"Shut up you fucking little slug, I'll decide when
you've had enough," I told him as I pounded on his ass
until my arm tired.
"Get off me and get over to the bed, I want you to lie
down on your stomach."
He quickly did as he was told and I followed him, tying
his trembling body to the bed. I got a gag from the
dresser and a blind-fold. Soon he was bound, blind, and
unable to scream. He was completely helpless, my job
was done. Except that I wanted to hurt him more.
My disgust and hatred for this man had grown into an
intense rage and I was going to satisfy myself a bit
before the night was over. I grabbed the cane from the
dresser and let him feels its sting on his already red
ass.
"I don't think you are a little girl at all. I think
you are a nasty old man and I bet that nasty old men
like you hurt nice little girls don't you?" He shook
his head so I hit him harder. "Don't lie to me you
filthy pig, you probably hurt lots of little girls,
I'll bet you'd hurt your own daughter if you had one."
Once again he denied it, his head shaking vigorously
from side to side. "Oh yes you would, I know all about
pigs like you. I'll bet you made her dress up in
clothes like mine and I bet you made her do all kinds
of things. I'll bet you even shoved huge dildos up her
ass just to see how much they'd hurt her. I think I'll
do that to you now and we'll see just how much it hurts
you."
I took the biggest one I could find in his huge
collection, moved his pretty pink panties to one side
and brutally shoved it up his ass.
"I wonder how much that hurts, I don't think it hurts
enough, I think you want more, don't you, you sick old
cunt?"
Once again he shook his head and as he did I lifted my
arm high in the air and brought the cane down on his
balls. He jolted and then trembled in fear. It seemed
to be worth repeating so I did. Again and again until
he was ready to faint. Since that would take him away
from what was still in store I stopped. I was
satisfied, the pretty pink panties were covered in tiny
spots of red. His body was tensed with fear and he
would have sore balls for days. I was done.
"You are making me sick, you pathetic old pig, I am
going to leave the room for a while, just so I don't
vomit from the sight of you. When I come back you will
get more of this and its going to be even worse so you
can think about that for a while. I don't think you are
good enough for me to talk to you so I will just say
one more thing and then I will not speak to you again."
"Nice little girls do not deserve to be treated like I
am treating you now."
I walked out of the room and into the dining room. Doug
and John and Paul were there waiting for me. I silently
handed Doug my latex gloves and the rest of us left.
Just as we were closing the door Doug was entering his
father in-law's bedroom.
Paul, John and I headed out into the night. I was very
hot from my exertion so I took off my jacket as I got
into the back seat of the car. Neither man seemed to
feel much like talking. I guess the moment was pretty
serious. We were all concerned that Doug would go to
far, and no one would blame him but murder is murder.
We had all been careful not to leave finger prints and
I was pretty sure that my normal look was different
enough from the way I looked that night that no one in
the bar would even dream that I was the same person. My
hair grows fast too.
If Doug did go too far the cops would be looking for a
dominating hooker not a sociology professor from a
prestigious university. Besides, they probably wouldn't
look too hard. They knew all about him. He was just a
rich, disgusting pig who preyed off young girls and
paid hookers to beat him up. I imagine they would not
be at all surprised to find his old, lifeless body tied
to the bed of the apartment he kept specifically to
play these little games.
Anyway, Doug was smart enough to know when to stop. We
didn't have to worry too much.
When we finally made it back to our house Paul asked
John in for a beer. I was slightly surprised because I
thought that the night had been long enough and also
because I was feeling more than a little wound up from
my earlier activities and I was looking forward to a
nice relaxing night in bed. John accepted quickly. I
guess it is easier to be with people if one is very
worried.
I should have changed into my normal clothes but I was
still pretty high on the feeling of power I had felt. I
didn't want it to end just then. I sat on our low couch
and my legs were well displayed when Paul and John came
into the living room with their beers. Paul sat beside
me and John sat in a chair across from us. As they
drank their beer they talked about football and
baseball.
I was half listening and half reliving the events of
the evening. While they were talking about RBIs I was
remembering the feel of the cane in my hand, the look
of the bastard's ass with all the big red welts and I
was recalling the feeling of power and control that I
felt. When I was actually with the man I felt nothing
but hatred and revulsion but afterwards it seemed far
more erotic.
I gently squeezed my legs together as the tingle began
to get stronger. My movement was noticed, both men were
looking at my legs and baseball talk stopped. Paul
started to grin a bit. He walked into the kitchen to
get more beer. John sat across from me trying to make
small talk and keeping his eyes on my face. I could
tell he was having trouble and that made me even more
excited. I let my legs relax a bit and they parted
slightly, just enough for John to be able to see up the
front of my tiny latex skirt.
When Paul returned he was pretty quick in assessing the
situation. He handed me a glass of wine and with a
small wink said that he thought I might be a little
thirsty after my workout. He handed John his beer and
returned to his place beside me.
"It sounded like she really enjoyed her job tonight
didn't it John?" he asked in a casual voice.
John looked a bit embarrassed but replied that it did
indeed seem that way. Paul then started talking about
how I got him interested back in the bar. He described
my entrance and the ease with which I caught the
bastard's attention.
"But, it isn't too surprising is it? She sure looks
tempting tonight. Stand up Anne, so John can get a good
look at you."
I was a bit confused but I stood up and turned around
slowly. John watched closely. Paul said that I looked
even better without the skirt. He told me to take it
off. By now, the powder was all absorbed into my skin
and I was hot and sweaty. It was difficult to take it
off and Paul reached over to help. He slowly rolled the
top down and pulled the tight band off my hips and down
my legs.
I was facing John and I could see he really liked the
way I looked without the skirt on. Paul told me I
should show him the back. I turned my ass toward John
and looked into Paul's eyes. He looked back, calming my
fears with another wink.
I sat down next to him and tried to change the subject.
Paul had other ideas.
"John, did you hear her say something about bad girls
picking up people in bars?" John nodded and Paul asked
if he remembered what happened to bad girls that picked
people up in bars. John said it sounded like they got
spanked. They were both grinning widely by this time
and I guessed that I was in for it.
"I think you can probably handle that John. Anne, go
lie across John's knee." I glared at him but it had no
effect. Besides I was pretty excited by the evening and
it did seem like a reasonable thing to do. As I got
into the position I could feel John's hardness against
my hip.
He lifted his hand and brought it down softly on my
ass. Paul told him that it had sounded like bad girls
got treated a bit more roughly. He agreed and followed
up with several hard slaps on my bare ass, occasionally
hitting the latex straps that held up my stockings.
John stopped well before it was necessary for him to do
so. It was obvious that he had other things on his
mind. He started to rub my burning ass gently and Paul
got up and walked toward us. He said he thought that I
had learned my lesson but that I should see what bad
girls do so I don't do it in the future. He took his
cock out of his pants and told me that bad girls would
suck it. I took his big cock in my mouth as John
continued rubbing my ass.
After a few minutes John said he thought that bad girls
probably got fucked while they were giving head. Paul
agreed and told me to get off of Johns lap and to stand
up and bend over so that John could help out with the
lesson. I did as I was told, all the while keeping my
mouth around Paul's cock.
John moved behind me and, after moving the latex thong
out of the way, pushed himself into me. His movements
were strong and forceful. He had obviously been taken
in by the violence of the evening and he roughly
pounded himself into me. It felt great and soon my
mouth on Paul's cock was following the same tempo. We
were all very excited so it didn't take long for any of
us. I was the first to come but John and Paul were
quick to follow.
We fell together onto the floor. Paul held my head in
his lap and gently stroked my shorn head. John returned
his hands to my ass and soothed my sore cheeks with
soft feathery touches. We were all feeling relaxed
after what had been a very highly charged evening.
Sleep was close for all three of us.
The sound of the door opening woke me. Doug walked into
the room. His eyes were blazing with the feeling of
power and excitement that I had felt just a while
before. He assured us that he had kept things
reasonable and that the bastard was alive and would
just be pretty sore for a while.
His knees were ugly anyway so it wouldn't matter that
much that they were broken. He said that I should call
the police in the morning so that they could go over
and release him.
While he spoke to us I could see his gaze going across
my body. His eyes told me that he had still more energy
and that his sense of power was still at its height.
Paul looked at him and nodded and he and John got up
from the floor as Doug came over to me with his hands
still in the latex gloves and a broken riding crop
raised above my ass.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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