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Latex Sex, Part 1 of 3

March 5th, 2014


I walked into the room, and there he was: my Adonis, my Knight in rubber, black latex shorts with a royal blue latex tank top that exposed some of the most succulent parts of his chest and body, and those screaming-hot black boots that I longed to kiss. My Master “D” was lying on the bondage table in complete beauty. I was tempted to place a kiss upon his lips to awaken him, but he sat up on his own. I stood before him dressed in shiny black latex skirt, top and corset with the tall, shiny black boots that my Master had requested me to wear. I had pulled my hair up in a very high ponytail, sort of “I Dream of Jeannie” style. I am always intent on wearing something my Master has not seen me in, even doing something different with my hair, to make certain my Master never tires of me or gets bored by the same entrée.


My Master’s reaction met my desired outcome. He stood looking at me, soaking me in, his cock swelling under the latex. “I just want to look at you,” he said. I smiled, loving his attention. I offered to shine up his latex, placing a pair of latex gloves on my hands to rub the Black Beauty in his latex. As I rubbed the latex shiner on, I was able to completely take every inch of him into my visual. D stands very tall, 6-foot and then some; his body is rock-hard muscle – black, beautiful, and built like a brick house.


As my hands caressed the latex covering his body, I felt my pussy tingling, moistening with every stroke of my hand. My breathe was starting to quicken as I fought back the urge to throw him down on the floor and fuck his brains out. I knew that would come in good time, for D always fucked me ‘til I begged for mercy or until I screamed my safeword in a pool of wetness. My maturity allowed me to hold the space, for good things would most certainly come, as long as my Master was in the room. D gently pushed me over the bondage table a position that I was most familiar with. He immediately lifted my latex skirt over my ass cheeks, running his latex covered hands over my ass. I allowed myself to be still, taking in the feeling of him finally touching me.


D smacked my ass hard, which sent a shot through my body. It was almost unexpected. Maybe I was allowing myself to be lulled into his sweetness. He continued to smack my ass cheeks one at a time, over and over, as I yelped, moaned, groaned and screamed. The latex gloves that he was wearing provided a special sting with each smack of his hand. It felt like being on a rollercoaster ride, where the energy would bring me up with searing pain and back down with a lesser form. I could see him, as well as myself, in the mirror spanking me: We looked like something out of Skin Two Magazine. Totally hotttt. I love watching him spank me, whip me, fuck me. It puts a visual to what I am feeling.


My Master slid his hands between my legs up to my moist mound, covered in a black thong, feeling the wetness of the orgasm I had while he had spanked me. He turned me around to face him, kissing me deeply, passionately, as if to say how aroused he was by the fact that I had orgasmed from him spanking me. I liked knowing that I aroused him from just reacting naturally to his touch, whether to the touch of his whip or the tip of his cock. I kissed him back as deeply and passionately, meeting his energy head on. I wanted him more than ever, even though it was our 5th or 6th time together; my desire grew every time I was in his presence.


His hand slid down between my legs again moving the thong to one side and fingering my wet pussy, as his tongue went deeply into my parted lips. I moaned into his mouth, feeling my legs starting to shake as he quickly brought me to another orgasm. D pushed me back onto the table on my back with my legs spread wide open. As he bent his knees, his mouth engulfed my pussy; his tongue licked between my pussy lips, like he knew each fold, each crevice, gently sucking on my clit.

To be continued.
Never yours,
HM Porsche Lynn