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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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1.
The Maid waited quietly in the hotel room for her Master.
She was dressed completely in latex, from neck to toe, and a rubber mask lay by the bedside ready for use. Her body felt the tightness of the rubber around it, squeezing her, showing off every sweet contour of her toned and firm body, reminding her of her position.
Everything was polished and shone brightly in the light streaming in through the curtained window. She wore black latex stockings held up tauntly by the suspenders of a black latex corselet. Her large breasts sat snuggled inside it, rising and falling with every laboured, rubber scented breathe. Over this she wore her black French Maid’s uniform, gleaming with polish. The neckline, sleeves and hem all trimmed with white ruffled latex. Red latex gloves finished of her rubber exterior and she swayed slightly in her white six inch heel platform stilettos. Her breath was short as she gazed at herself in the full length mirror in the room. She worn no panties, her penis was shaved and encircled by a tight cockring which kept it self-erect, as she gazed at herself it got more so. Her “pussy” was filled by a thick butt plug with a white jewel on the outside. As she moved it slipped around inside her and she got more aroused.
As her Master had instructed her make-up was heavy. Deep blue circles around her eyes, black mascara ringing thicky and with heavy made-up lashes. Her cheeks were smeared with bright pink blusher and her fully pumped up red lips were ready for use, ready for abuse, ready for messing up…
Around her neck was a thick black leather collar with the word “Fuckpuppet” picked out in metal letters. This is what she was, her Master’s fuckpuppet, waiting passively for him to arrive. She got to her knees just by the door and waited, her eyes closed, her mouth open, as instructed, fir him to arrive…
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She heard the door open but did not open her eyes. There were a few footsteps as someone came into the room, then stopped before her, she felt the physical force of his body in front of her. There was the unmistakeable sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper running down and then a thick, meaty cock was pressed into her mouth. She instantly began sucking it, running her tongue over its sweaty skin, tasting the pent up passion in its heat and inhaling the smell of a man who’d been waiting for this for days.
“Open your eyes” he said, “and look at me.”
She obeyed and as his thick cock pushed passed her teeth, over her tongue and down her throat her heavy blue painted eyes looked up at his, her black lashes flickering, her pupils striving to show her submission to him. He took his hand and pressed it against the back of her head, pushing it forward and forcing his fat, girthy cock deeper down her throat, she gagged a little but her hands rested by her side, she would not resist him.
When his balls rested on her lips, the hairs tickling them a little, the taste of them seeping into her through them, the redness of her paint staining them, he pulled her head back. His long, thick penis slipped out of her throat like a cobra from a wet moist hole until almost the tip left her mouth. Then he pushed her head back onto it, slowly thrusting his cock deep back inside her submissive, accepting mouth. It was just a hot, wet hole for him to use, not for speech, not for any communication except to show just how yielding she could be, how passive she would be.
He gasped as he worked his cock deep inside her, smile to himself as she gasped for breath in that microsecond when his thick flesh gave her a small passage of air and watched as her wet drool dripped from her red lips, already smeared and messed up. He relished the sound of her gagging as his thick flesh filled her mouth and pushed against the back of her head. He gripped her harder and tried to push even more of his member down that soft sleeve of flesh that was her throat. He halted his pushing with it down there, watch her desperation as she felt her breathing cut off, her struggle to keep her hands by her side as she realised she could not breathe and was suffocating with his dick blocking out her life. Then slowly released her, enjoying her sudden clamouring for fresh air as he slid his cock out of her.
When, after several minutes, he released her and removed his cock entire from her mouth, he watched her face flicker with shame, humiliation, sorrow at its loss and pride at her subjugation. Drool ran down her chin, her lips a waterfall, smeared crimson. She felt the taste of him at the back of her throat, a thick, pungent, manly taste that she desperately swallowed and enjoyed. A little precum salted it to bring out the taste of masculinity, something she had surrendered.
He took from his pocket a used condom an inch of cum thick creamy cum within it. He slowly unknotted its tie.
“Put out your tongue,” he said.
She did, pushing it out as far as she could get it, a landing ground prepared.
He held it up and slowly pushed the cum down the rubber tube, for a moment the thick cum hung like elastic in the air, but then slowly stretched out like a filthy cream hand reaching down and laid itself across her outstretched tongue.
“Five days old,” he said with a smile in his voice. She acknowledged with a slight nod. It tasted funky, stale, like seawater, thick like spoilt milk and disgusting. She loved it. She loved its thickness, its deeply sweaty taste, its rank smell.
The cum rolled across her tongue and she tipped her head back so she didn’t lose any of it. She loved herself for submitting to it. Five days old stale spunk, in her mouth and she played with it, running it around her teeth, putting a drop on her lips to show him how much she loved it. The torpid liquid pooled on her pink flesh and tickled down it into her mouth, she sucked it in but kept it there as a treasure. He pushed the last of it out, making sure she didn’t miss any.
Then inspected her mouth. She held it all there. He tipped her head back.
“Hold it there while I fuck you,” he said.
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