Relaxing in rubber.

Relaxing and rubber were two words that a year ago wouldn’t have sounded right together.

It’s odd how in a year I’ve changed from being minutely curious about latex and a little scared, to missing it and my time spent relaxing in rubber.

It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed any rubbery play time, either alone or with MrLatex. I’ve been looking through my pictures and found one that instantly made me want to play. (if only I weren’t staying with family away from home) It’s from the same play session as this one but shows a different side to me.

The side that loves to suck cock!

Particularly when that cock is straining for release due to the excitement of a new smokey black opaque catsuit.

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Backstage Girl

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There I was, outside the door that would take me to him.

I had dreamt about this moment since he first came into my life, since the first time I was allowed to see him, albeit a photograph. Though the fantasy that I knew would never be brought to reality had been deep-rooted since my teens, being invited to one of his gigs was almost as good. I could stand in the crowd, listen to him play, watch his fingers dance over the frets knowing exactly what those fingers could do. I would mirror those fingers as I followed my instructions, to edge myself during the course of his set. I wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but he wanted to be able to find my eyes and see my heat through the crowd.

Dressed to his exacting standards I would have easy access to touch myself.

Knee length swing skirt, lacy black knickers stuffed inside (“we can’t have you dripping down your thighs N”), heels that I could stand in for the duration and a halter neck latex vest. I’d been asked to wear make up too, with lots of mascara and slut red lips, nails to match. Pushing the door to the bar open I made my way to order a drink. While waiting for service I leant forward feeling the air tickle across the back of my thighs, and the cane stripes from our scene the previous week. I felt fingers tracing a line up the sensitive flesh and gasped as he whispered in my ear “don’t turn around, remember, we don’t know each other… Just pretend I’m not here…” and as he reached over to grab the water bottle being handed over to him I felt him lift my skirt to expose my pussy to anyone who may have been stood behind us. My body flooded with the kind of heat that only comes from such erotic shame. Swollen lips pulsed around my lacy knickers and as I groaned quietly I heard him chuckle as he stepped away from me.

Shortly after that the lighting changed and the band took to the stage.

There he was, just as I had always known he would be. His energy just as powerful up on stage with his mates as it was in our time together. As the set list continued I gyrated to the music, edging but never allowing myself to crest. He knew that this was one of my favourite things in private, for solo tasks or for play, but he liked to push me, and public play was always a favourite fantasy. Now, NOW it was proving too much. Very occasionally our eyes would meet. I had rarely been allowed to look into is eyes, and now I felt so vulnerable under his gaze I could barely hold it together. Somehow I did, and as the encore finished he surreptitiously nodded to a door beside the stage, signalling  me to meet him there. Ten minutes later the door cracked open, and I crept through into the dark space beyond, not wanting to draw attention to myself. “Do you know what it did to me, watching you play with yourself tonight? I saw the pain cross your face as you stopped 8 times.” All the while he was pacing around me in the dark room, I couldn’t make out what was surrounding us, but he clearly knew the space like the back of his hand. “Slut, MY slut, come…” and he kissed me deeply before taking my hand, slowly walking me through the void as he attached cuffs at my wrists. Folding me over what felt like a large speaker he attached more cuffs at my knees, and bound it to the matching wrist. I was stuck now. on all fours over this unknown article.

He then pulled on a latex hood. It covered my nose but nothing below.

Hearing the lights click on and his footsteps return he started talking again. “A tease, that’s what you are. You now need to make amends for my discomfort tonight. You will start with my cock” and with that he rubbed his jean clad mound in my face. I could feel his thickness growing behind the thick fabric, before I could grasp the zipper between my teeth He had pulled his turgid length free. I could hear his breathing change while my mouth and tongue worked hard to please him, delighting in the pre-cum that always. Tasted. So. Sweet. Hearing his dark chuckle as he grabbed my head and started to use my throat for his pleasure.  As I gagged and drooled he pulled my head back and insisted I be more careful. He had to get back to his band mates soon after all!

I couldn’t be sure, but was that a chortle?

Slapping my cheek he lowered my head back down to his cock, pushing between my slut red lips, it was me marking him tonight. I heard him again “Go for it.” Huh? Then what sounded like a condom wrapper. Perhaps he is preparing…? As he retreated to allow me a rasping, gasping breath there was pressure at my asshole and ohhhhhhhhh, that’s-not-Sir…  I could barely register what was happening before his cock was placed at my lips, teasingly this time. My tongue reaching out to taste him. Them? There was another head there now.  I tried to concentrate on both cocks as my ass was used roughly by the first unknown man, but I felt Him shift away while the friend stepped up to take His place, gently placing his cock in my mouth and allowing me to work my magic. “Use her properly!” called the stranger behind me “Don’t waste your chance with this slut?”

“I think we should move her now” came His voice.

And with that He reached down and pulled my panties from my hot, wet hole. Swiftly replacing the second strangers cock with my soaked knickers. Listening to them talk I realised they thought I was a random slut from the crowd, desperate to be their backstage girl. As I was moved onto my back more condom wrappers were removed. He started to torture my flesh by pinching my nipples and grazing my swollen clit with those deft fingers. I was soon floating. Initially just one cock was  fucking me, then with a bit of scrambling I was enjoying double and then triple penetration. His hand never leaving my sweaty, trembling body as waves of orgasm threatened to overwhelm me.

Once the band had enjoyed me, they cleaned themselves up. 

Emptying their used condoms all over my heaving breasts, they left me to rub it in, laughing as they left. “MY slut, you did so well tonight,” hands running over my swollen, wet flesh. One hand raised cum from my chest to my lips, the other removed the hood. “Perfect” he cooed as I sucked his finger clean and looked into his eyes, black streaks running down my cheeks. It had all been part of the plan, His Master plan “MY beautiful slut”. Now I could thank him properly for making my fantasy reality.

I had been His backstage girl.

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Backstage Girl was first published on A Leap of Faith.

When I get down on my knees, it is not to pray.

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Fresh from the bath, smooth and naked, I knelt before him in the soft light of my lounge, eyes down gazing lustily at his crotch.

I heard him shift in the sofa, felt him lift a tendril of my damp hair from my neck and trace his finger under my chin, raising my face to meet his in a passionate kiss. “I can’t” he murmured, “I’m not him, I’m not Sir.”

“I know, and I don’t want you to be,” breathing into the kiss I continued “I just want to suck your cock while I kneel here.”

He clearly hadn’t needed much persuading as, breaking away from the kiss, he unbuckled his belt, lowered his fly and shifted to release his already engorged shaft. Licking my lips I lowered my face to take him fully in my mouth, shining his length with my saliva, before lazily running my hot wet tongue over his veins in just the way that I knew he enjoyed. The growl that escaped from his lips told me everything I needed to know and my already soaked pussy began to mark my soft soles as I knelt there between his legs.

“Enough,” he said, suddenly standing up.

I was jolted from my lusty haze as he stepped past me, moving to my left and stepping out of his jeans. It took me a moment to realise that he was sliding his belt from the loops as he tidied his jeans away. There was a dark spark in his already dark brown eyes, and he gently moved me from kneeling beside the sofa to leaning forward over the cushion. “This is what you need N, I hope you’re ready,” and the first blow of his warm leather belt landed across my right cheek followed moments later by a second, this time on my left cheek. The immediate sting followed by a spreading warmth was exactly what I needed, though I hadn’t realised, and M settled into a rhythm. I could feel every millimetre of the strikes as they turned my milky white flesh a hot red.

Looking over my shoulder I could see the fire in his eyes as he embraced the savage within. 

Every swipe of the belt make my skin sting and tingle. Each blow led to more pleasure building across my skin. Twenty on each side was his limit, and he placed his weapon down next to my face as he moved behind me. On his knees behind me he buried his face between my hot cheeks, tongue desperately seeking my arousal which was leaking from between my lips and over my swollen clitoris. A hand on each cheek, kneading my tender flesh while he lapped at my sweet juices, before sliding his fingers into me and stretching my snatch wide so that he could get a proper taste. As he continued to torment my holes with his tongue and fingers I came to a shuddering climax which knocked the strength from me and left my body in a soft, trembling heap on the cushions.

“Oh no, you’re not done yet” came his tense response, “back on your knees again.”

And he helped me turn to my left, and get back onto my knees. With his hard shaft bobbing around in front of my glazed eyes I ran my tongue around his bulbous head once more. A short moan escaped his lips again as he fisted his hand in my hair, forcing my head back and my mouth fell open. As my lips parted he drove his cock into my mouth, into my throat, and as I gagged and spluttered he continued to drive into me, seeking his own release. With each stroke of his pleasure more of mine dripped from my hypersensitive cleft and I spread it over my clit and played myself to a second orgasm matching his eruption, his sticky seed spilling down my throat as I convulsed once more.

As his legs lost strength he folded down onto the sofa, pulling me up into his arms where I drifted into an untroubled sleep. 

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