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Three weeks had arrived. I had received a telephone call saying my bizarre friend would be at the hotel tonight with a present for me.
I wore only my long boots and my tightly belted purple PVC mac, hoping I would be able to change into my new present at the hotel. He was there to meet me and we took the elevator up to his room. His hands were touching me and squeezing my breasts, my nipples hardened and were pushing out through the PVC mac. He opened the room door and there on the bed was the black one piece leather cat suit with zips.
I couldn’t wait to try it on. I pulled off my boots and mac and stood naked before him. He smiled and kissed my breasts and his hand was down gently playing with my pussy.
Try it on, he said. I unzipped the front and pulled it on. It fitted almost like a glove. I pulled on my boots and looked at myself in the mirror. Absolutely fantastic, I said and squeezed his balls.
Here, he said. Handing me a leather studded paddle and a pair of leather gauntlets.
All you need now is someone to try this out with. He kicked off his shoes pulled down his pants revealing a very excited penis enclosed inside a pair of rubber panties. He almost ripped his shirt in eagerness getting himself naked for me.
He lay face down on the beds squirming in anticipation. I knew what was expected of me and thwacked his backside until it was bright red. I rolled him over, his penis was hard and trying to escape from the rubber panties. I squeezed and stroked it whilst trying to unzip the bottom part of the cat suit. Then pulled him out of the rubber panties and sat astride him and lowered myself down on him. My hand went around his throat as he thrust up and down inside me. My other gloved hand pushed down on his mouth and nose making his breathing difficult. I could sense he was almost ready to cum and slapped his face. Then I pulled myself up and he fell out of me. I grabbed his penis and vigorously wanked him until he could contain himself no more. He cried out as his cum flew out and deposited itself all over his chest.
Jesus, he cried. Remind me to bring another cat suit next time!!

Over the next year I had been padlocked into my bosses rubber lined mackintosh on two more occasions. Each time bringing her more pleasure when I pissed myself in public as she photographed me.
I was invited to Chris and Shaz’s parties whenever they had one and life was good for me.
It was after ten years that Chris and Shaz told me of a special party to celebrate there long time together. I was so pleased for them, although I was nowhere in getting together with anybody permanently myself.
My job was good but the company was taken over by some American TV company and we all had to relocate to London on short contracts or find a new job.
I arrived at Chris and Shaz’s bringing a few bottles and a special present just for the two of them. Guests were beginning to arrive so I went upstairs and changed into my leather cat suit and boots. I came down and circulated amongst the other lovely people, some straight, some gay and some whose sexuality I couldn’t quite make out but they were all having a good time.
A guy came up and introduced himself as Jerry he was so obviously a leather lover dressed in black leather jeans, shirt and studded choker.
Love your outfit, he breathed into my ear I’d love to test those zips and see where they go!
Maybe one day you could find out I replied tantalisingly.
Why not now? he insisted.
We found an empty bedroom in Shaz’s house and he carefully opened the two zips on my chest exposing my erect nipples and sucked them with a passion. I squeezed his erection through the leather jeans. The aroma of leather was really getting to me. He unzipped his jeans and pushed my head down. I sucked on him until he could stand it no more and he came into my mouth.
We rejoined the party and he left only after making sure I would see him again the following day.
The next day I wore my purple tightly belted PVC mac, rubber skirt and boots. I felt so sexy wearing this outfit.
He met me and asked if I would like to see his farm. It took less than an hour to reach it and on the way he discussed his total obsession for leather. I knew I was wearing completely the wrong outfit for him.
He showed me around his farm house including his secret areas which he invited me to test with him later. Then he produced a wonderful long leather belted coat and asked me to take off my PVC mac and rubber skirt and try the coat on. His breathing changed as I pulled the belt tighter around my waist and the bulge in his jeans was obvious.
We kissed and fucked for most of the afternoon and I was still dressed in the coat.
We met up every weekend for a couple of months and he always provided me with some sexy leather to wear for him.
Eventually he asked if I would like to give up my job and move in with him.
After a couple more months I had given in my notice and moved to the farm.
We had regular weekend sex parties and he introduced me to his friends, male and female and he really enjoyed watching me having sex with other leather dressed girls.
Bit by bit I wasn’t having a lot of sex with Jerry, and he was getting it on only with the other guys. When we did have sex, he enjoyed hurting my nipples with metal clamps and forcefully inserting things into my pussy. I wasn’t exactly overjoyed by this.
I decided I had had enough and wanted to leave. We were having what was to be my final party and I went to pick up a guy who I quite liked, who enjoyed wearing leather skirts and jackets.
After his punishment that night I took him home and looked after him and I moved in with him and we have been together ever since.
One of my suitcases contained my collection of PVC mac’s PVC dresses boots and rubber skirts which I hadn’t worn whilst being with leather obsessed Jerry. Now they are all hung in my wardrobe and we both enjoy sharing, wearing and having sex.
He took me to the old tailor guy who was quite happy to make things for me just as long as he could play and suck my friends cock.
Now we are very happy together. He takes lots of photos of me in various PVC macs, dresses, gloves and boots and we publish them weekly on the internet for others to enjoy.

So that’s our story so far, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it as much as we are doing, living it to the full.

Jane

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My immediate boss was a very successful but serious woman. All the work I did for her seemed to be good, which was a relief. I have to go to London and I need you to accompany me next week, she said. It will be for two days only.
Every day, before we went we researched the plot, the proposed actors, the locations and of course the budget.
We arrived in London on a very warm summer’s day, checked into the hotel and made all the necessary phone calls for tomorrow’s meetings.
Let’s eat and have a drink she said later. I changed into my blue jean skirt and a lovely blue PVC jacket. My boss was still in her frumpy business suit.
We enjoyed dinner, discussed a little bit more about the way tomorrow could go, finished the wine, had a drink at the hotel bar then retired upstairs to our separate rooms. Come on in for a final night cap, she said to me.
She poured drinks from the mini bar walked over to me and kissed me firmly on the lips.
You can go very far in this organisation, she whispered, touching my breasts.
What do I have to do? I asked innocently.
Just make me very happy tonight. Take off all your clothes but keep your PVC jacket on I love it.
She touched me again.
Help me off with my clothes. She said. Soon she was naked in front of me, quite plump but not unattractive. Kiss my breasts. I did and she began to react. She sat on the bed and touched my pussy. I was already becoming damp with excitement. Lay down she told me. I did and she leant across and bit my nipples hard. I gasped at the pain. She laughed a little then went down on me licking feverishly and groaning with intense pleasure.
I cried out as I finally orgasmed.
She rolled me over and severely smacked my bottom. I cried out she placed her hand over my mouth and continued to smack me.
She pulled me up into a sitting position and pushed her pussy into my face. Lick me, she commanded. I dare not refuse. It was my boss offering me a better future in the company.
Eventually she came. She was still standing and breathing very heavily. She pulled me up to a standing position and kissed me so tenderly I couldn’t believe the difference in her.
See you in the morning my love. She said. I put on my skirt, picked up my things and scurried off to my room totally confused.
The next day went as planned and was successful for our company. We had a drink back at our hotel. What do you plan to do with me tonight? I asked purposefully hoping she was going to have some fun with me again. My bottom was still a bit sore but I wanted more.
Nothing at all. Just wait for tomorrow afternoon.
We had a quick final meeting at our hotel in the morning then we went back to our rooms. I packed very quickly and went with my luggage to her room. Check out is 2pm she said. Take off your clothes but leave your boots on and lets have some fun, then we can go for a walk before our train at six.
We played with each other’s breasts and I kissed her between her legs until she was very moist and cried out for more.
After a final drink from the mini bar we stopped and she went across to her wardrobe and took out an off-white cotton, rubber backed, trench coat. The sort you generally see at horse race meetings. Put this on my dear.
Mmm, she said. That looks very sexy. Pull the belt very tight. I did as I was told and I began to smell the intoxicating rubber aroma. She buttoned the collar tightly up to my neck. I looked at myself in the long mirror and thought I looked pretty sexy especially with my tall boots.
Why am I wearing this just before we leave the hotel?
She smiled mischievously, I have just a couple of amendments for you, she said. She placed a small padlock close to my neck which made opening the mac impossible from the top and another on the belt eyelets so that I could not open or adjust the belt either.
Now what happens? I asked.
We are going for a walk, come back for the luggage, then go to Kings Cross for 6pm.
But it’s a hot summer’s day out there.
Yes, you’re going to sweat and melt for me this afternoon my darling. I will release you in Manchester tonight.
We went out and along the Thames embankment. I received a few curious looks from tourists in T-shirts and shorts. I began to feel hot and bothered as we walked together. I could feel sweat trickling down my back, from under my boobs and down my legs. The rubber lining kept the perspiration inside next to my skin and not damaging the white outside of the mac.
We sat down on a bench in a secluded area. How are you? She asked.
I am absolutely drenched. Why are you doing this to me?
You will find out later. She produced a handkerchief and dried the tops of my legs, without anyone observing and kissed me on my cheek.
We carried walking further, she took lots of photographs of me in the mac and boots.
I need to pee. I said.
No, you must hold it in. Another hour went by and I was bursting. Please, I begged.
There was a small little park with benches and a few people sat feeding birds and taking in the views. Just lean against a bench and let it go. I’ll take some lovely photographs of you.
What the hell am I doing here I thought as my hot pee ran down my legs and into the grass. She continued to take photographs and nobody took any notice of us at all.
We went to the hotel, then Kings Cross Station and caught the train to Manchester.
At least, as we sat side by side in first class she ran her handkerchief up the inside of my legs again. From Manchester we took her car straight to her home, a large detached house in its own grounds.
We rushed upstairs to her bathroom, she ripped off her clothes then took the padlocks off my mac and finally unbuttoned it. Her lips tasted my sweaty nipples, my whole body was slippery with sweat. I must have been over six hours locked inside that rubber lined mackintosh. She went down tasting my sweat, rubber and pee flavoured pussy. I couldn’t hold myself any longer my hot pee gushed out down my booted legs and on to her face and into her mouth.
She cried out in ecstasy. She pulled me into her bedroom, finally ripped the sticky rubber lined mac off me and enclosed her head with the mac, rubber side down licking and sucking.
I placed my head between her legs and began to force my tongue into her. I lifted my arms up and pressed down on the mac smothering her mouth and nose.
She writhed with pleasure and screamed out when her orgasm hit the painful finale.
I moved up and lay on top of her with the mac in-between us. Her heavy breathing gradually subsided and I released her head from the rubber prison she had made for herself.
Eventually we composed ourselves and showered and went to bed tired and contented.
What happens to the mac? I asked the next morning over coffee.
I have a specialist cleaner for it. I make use of the mac only four or five times a year she said with a wry smile.

University days were now over for good. Chris was working for the architectural firm and enjoying it and I had secured a well paid position as a PA in Manchester with a TV production firm.
Before I left York I went with Shaz on a shopping spree in Leeds to buy myself some clothes that would be suitable for office work.
My grandparents had left me a small bursary of one thousand pounds to be used just for this purpose.
A pin striped trouser suit, a couple of skirts and a number of jackets, blouses, shoes and boots were tried on and purchased
Now she said you need rainwear, especially in Manchester. It always seems to rain there. Everyone nowadays wears very boring, classical looking beige or dark blue trenches. You have to stand out.
She took me to a specialist shop and I purchased one red and one black PVC trench coats and I still had some money left.

The first month I stayed in a reasonably modest hotel near the office. I learnt my job. Developed friends at work and was enjoying working for a living and the responsibilities that came with it.
I often telephoned Chris and Shaz. They seemed to be happy and Chris’s new job was interesting. One rainy evening after work I went for a drink alone in one of the more upmarket Manchester hotels.
It was my red PVC mac and boots day. I checked some documents in my briefcase and was interrupted by a pleasant young man. Are you alone? He enquired. May I buy you a drink?
I smiled and nodded hoping that this was going eventually to end up with some form of sex. It had been quite a while, moving to Manchester and learning my job.
We spoke about me and university and my new job and not yet having a boyfriend. He spoke about himself and his job as a clothing salesman, not married, so he said, and eventually after a couple more drinks he got around to asking if I would like to see his hotel bedroom.
We entered his hotel room, I tightened my belt pulled my collar up sat down on his bed. He moved towards me and pulled out his penis and pushed it into my willing mouth. His hands held my head tightly as he pushed then pulled slowly at first then ever more rapidly. He pulled out and with a gasp spurted his cum over my face and mac.
I let him catch his breath. Get undressed and lie down. I told him. I went to the toilet to clean up taking my briefcase with me.
I cleansed my face, took off my mac, removed my skirt and blouse and placed them in my briefcase. I pulled on my PVC mac again, tightened the belt and returned to the bedroom. He was lying naked on the bed with the exception of a pair of pretty red satin female undies. I climbed on to the bed and straddled his head covering his mouth and nose with my wet pussy. His hands were all over my PVC mac. I ground my pussy into his face and felt behind for his penis. It was becoming aroused. I gripped it tightly pulling it out from his red satin undies and pushed it inside me and bounced up and down on it. My hands went around his throat and squeezed firmly, he was gasping with pleasure. He came inside me and I moved quickly back up and covered his mouth with my soaking pussy. He licked me furiously until with a loud groan I orgasmed and collapsed on top of him.
We both lay still, breathing heavily. That was great he said eventually where did you learn to do that?
University!! I replied flippantly.
I’ve only got A-levels. He replied with a wry smile.
We eventually untangled each other. He dressed and took me down to the hotel entrance.
I’m in Edinburgh for two days then Leeds and back here, can I see you then? We agreed.
I don’t want you to walk me home. It’s just a few streets away.
I strolled home feeling quite exhilarated. Just wearing my boots, red PVC mac and nothing else underneath, quite decadent. As I approached my little hotel I felt the slow trickle of his warm cum and my juices dribbling down my legs. Heaven.

Four days later I was beside myself with excitement. I called it my black PVC mac day. That evening I returned to the same hotel to meet up with my clothing salesman. He was there smiling and waiting. We went straight to his room. He kissed me and ran his hands purposefully over my PVC mackintosh. I shivered in anticipation.
He handed me a large plastic bag. A few presents I have bought for you, he said.
I opened the bag and tipped the contents out on to the bed, a purple PVC mac, purple rubber skirt with a big silver zip up the front and a purple rubber zip up t-shirt with a tall tight collar.
There, a present just for you, he said smiling. Why don’t you try them on?
Off came my black PVC mac, leather skirt and top and within minutes I was transformed into purple rubber goddess.
Oh I forgot, he said. Purple rubber gloves as well. He dangled them in front of me.
I put them on pulled them up to my elbows and pushed a finger into his mouth. He sucked seductively on it as I pushed deeper in and out.
How was your trip? I asked.
Really good, sold lots of dresses to my clients and have quite a few of new orders to make. My partner and I make dresses for trannies and sell them to specialist shops up and down the country.
Is that what is in your suitcases? I asked pointing to the suitcases in his bedroom. Can I see?
It’s easier to look at my catalogue, he said passing a colour catalogue towards me.
I smiled to myself as I looked at the male models dressed in sexy women’s clothes. One of the models was sat in front of me. You look sexy in that outfit. I said pointing to him wearing a wig, silk top, a necklace, a PVC mini skirt and boots. I would love to see you wearing that. I poured myself a drink from the mini bar as he went into the bathroom and within 15 minutes emerged totally transformed.
He came towards me touched my rubber enclosed breasts and put his hand up inside my skirt. I sank to my knees and pulled his penis from his undies under his PVC mini skirt. I took him into my mouth and gently sucked on it. He pushed me back on the bed, unzipped the front of my new rubber skirt and pushed himself firmly inside me. Thrusting powerfully in and out of me, he gasped as he came inside me.
We lay there, a strange couple a man and a woman both wearing sexy female clothing panting with lust and totally enjoying themselves.
I need you to use this on me, he whispered. From under the bed he produced a large vibrator. When I am dressed like this I need to feel totally as a woman.
I inserted the vibrator slowly into him. When it was in I turned on the vibrator and pushed it in a little further. He squirmed and expressed delight. I turned the vibrator up to full speed and rammed it in as far as it would go. He cried out with pleasure as I twisted it in and out. His penis grew large again and without me touching, it spurted cum everywhere.
Again we lay quietly for a few minutes, I loved that he said. What can I do for you?
I smiled and said. This.
I pointed to a leather cat suit in his catalogue, with zips at every entry point to the body imaginable.
Done. He said. I will be up again in three weeks time.

Chris and I had quite an active sex life after that. Our finals were coming up and intense studying was taking up a lot of our time, as was job hunting. One afternoon I arrived back at the flat to find Chris dressed in a bright yellow Hi-Viz jacket, trousers, work boots and safety helmet.
I couldn’t help myself and burst out giggling. Is that to help you slim? I laughed.
It might, she said, but it’s from my prospective employer when I hopefully pass my architects exams. I have been invited to go on a building site this week and sort of prove myself to them.
I thought to myself that I should be getting some interview type clothes soon. I was hoping to be a P.A. to someone in the TV industry.
Come on lets go out and eat tonight, I’ll pay. I offered. To my surprise she accepted. But not in your Hi-Viz gear!!
I dressed as usual in my boots, leather mini and my only change for the warmer weather was a t-shirt, which seemed to make my nipples pert.
Chris was a real surprise, a blue and white flowered dress, a wide, shiny black patent belt and high heels shoes. Wow you look really different, I told her.
We ate at our local Italian restaurant, and now that I had her out of the flat I took Chris to a interesting gay bar I had been to a few time before.
We bought drinks and sat at a small table watching the customers and enjoying the music. It wasn’t long before a female with short cropped hair, black leather jacket and PVC jeans came over to say hello. It was pretty obvious that she was interested in Chris. Your dress is so lovely and feminine. She said, feeling the soft silky material.
Chris was pleased with the compliments she was receiving. She introduced herself as Sharon but I prefer to be called Shaz, she told us. We chatted some more and I decided it was time to leave them alone. I told them I had a headache coming on and was going home.
Chris assured me she would be okay and be back soon. Soon became the next morning when she arrived back at the flat beaming like a Cheshire cat.
I’ve had such an exciting time. Shaz took me back to her home and after a couple more drinks she had taken off my patent leather belt and unzipped my dress. I was stood in my shoes, bra and undies. Shaz took off my bra and played with my boobs and kissed me. It was so stimulating I could feel the juices from my pussy flowing.
We went to her bedroom, she took off her jacket exposing her small firm boobs, went to a drawer and took out a strap on dildo and fixed it around her waist. The black penis shape and the shiny black PVC jeans were incredible to see. I lay down on the bed and she entered me and began to thrust in and out, I was gasping with pleasure. She pulled slowly out of me and took off the strap on, and pushed the penis part gently and suggestively in and out of my mouth. I could taste myself. I began to stroke her PVC jeans paying a lot of attention to her crutch. I could see it was working as she suddenly jumped off the bed pulled off her jeans and straddled my face pushing her very moist pussy over my mouth and nose. It was incredible. I was drowning in her wetness and could hardly breathe. I licked her dripping pussy and after a very long time she howled with pleasure and collapsed on top of me.
We lay there after, talking, I told her about how I had secretly touched you when you were asleep and then how you were so understanding and let me do it for real later.
I have arranged to meet her again. I hope you don’t mind?
Well, I am very envious of you but I hope it all works out. Just be careful.

The next day Chris was absent from the flat all day and night. When she finally appeared she was so happy and didn’t understand why I was so concerned for her.
She had done her studies then left for Shaz’s home. When she discovered no one was there she waited until Shaz appeared in her car. Smart business suit and briefcase.
Come on in, she said.
Wow, she said. You look very official.
Well guess what? I’ve made it possible for you to work for me directly when you finish university. I work for the architect company that you have applied for a job.
Oh I can’t believe it. I am so happy. We ate, drank and went to bed again and now I am back so happy.
A slight part of me was so envious of her success and I still had to get my first job.
Chris seemed to be round at Shaz’s every day now but it did allow me to study more instead of having sex.
When she came home she told me she had been round to see Shaz and was really surprised. She was wearing a floor length belted black PVC mackintosh and boots looking really dominant and fantastic.
I’m waiting for the cleaner. She said. He should be here soon. She put her arms around me and held me tight. The sensation of the PVC against me was incredible. The door bell rang and she let in the cleaner. He was a shy little man with a small bag.
Change in the kitchen, she told him briskly.
He hurried away and returned after ten minutes dressed as a maid. Black PVC short dress with a white pinafore, rubber gloves, black stockings and high heel shoes.
Shaz lifted up the dress to reveal frilly pink, rubber knickers. She smacked him severely on his back side and ordered him to do the washing up. When he had finished she inspected his work and smacked his backside again. Now get on with vacuuming the lounge.
The maid vacuumed tirelessly. I’ve finished mistress, he said to Shaz.
Now polish my boots. She parted her PVC mackintosh revealing her black patent high heeled boots. The maid kneeled down and licked her boots and polished them carefully with a cloth. When he had finished she ordered him to bend over to receive more punishment to his backside. Then she touched his erect penis enclosed in his pink rubber panties, squeezed and he came instantly.
Thank you. Thank you Mistress, he said, left the room and changed back to his normal clothes. The whole session had lasted only half an hour.
When he had left she said to me with a smile, I have another one who does my ironing as well.

Hi everyone, Its Jane here. I am writing at the request of Shiny or Shinymacintosh as you may know him. I have told him of my earlier experiences before we met and he thought it would be a good idea to share them with you all.
I had been studying at York University. Doing all kinds of studenty things. Getting drunk, sex and studying of course.
I was a typical student of the time, Boots, thick tights and big woolly jumpers and a black leather mini skirt.
The sex I had was very much hit and miss. There didn’t seem much romance just a lot of fumbling and stickiness after a few beers at night. A lot of the guys seemed to think it was perfectly okay on the first date to expect a blow job from me and if I refused thought I was a lesbian or something.
I’ve had quite a bit of enthusiastic rough sex up against walls, leather skirt pulled up, tights’ pulled down, a lot of excited breathing and grunts then a quick kiss and a walk alone back to my student flat.
One lad became so excited he forgot to pull my tights down and after a few unsuccessful attempts at penetration came all over himself.
One particular night after a good boozy session with friends I went home to my shared flat. My flat mate was a nice plumpish girl called Christine. She was about my height 5’9’ studied a lot and never wanted to go out. I think she was self conscious about her size. I said a slurry hello then crashed out on the bed in my room fully dressed.
When I woke the next morning I was naked under my duvet. My jumper, tights and leather mini were neatly folded at the bottom of the bed. I put on a long t shirt and went to the kitchen for a coffee. Christine was there and looking sheepish.
Did you put me to bed? I asked.
She nodded.
Thanks. I had a very strange experience. I dreamt that someone was playing with my boobs and pussy. It was a great dream.
Christine’s face went bright red and she turned away from me.
What’s the matter, I asked. She burst into tears. It was me, she said. I just couldn’t resist you. I pulled off your boots and leather mini and there you were in front of me with just a g-string and jumper. I pulled your jumper off and stared at your boobs. I just had to touch them they were so lovely. Then I gently touched your pussy. I pulled your g-string to one side and just for a moment let my fingers play with you. I was so excited but frightened you might wake up so I placed the duvet over you and came back to my own room.
Bloody hell, I said. You are a dark one. Have you always been that way inclined?
She nodded. That’s why I don’t go out much. I just don’t like boys. I have dreamt of meeting someone just like you and last night I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry.
I put my arms around her and kissed her. Would you like to take advantage of me again? I took off my t-shirt and stood naked before her.
She touched my boobs, bent forward and kissed my nipples. I reacted to this sensitivity and pulled her into her own bedroom and waited.
She kept all her clothes on probably she was a little embarrassed at her plumpness. She lay alongside me, kissed me and fondled my boobs softly then her hand went down to my pussy. One finger began to tenderly rub my labia. I reacted instantly and became very moist. She moved down to the bottom of the bed and put her head between my legs, her tongue licked me fast then slow. I squirmed with pleasure. She licked me more and inserted a finger up inside me, moving it smoothly in and out. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I let out a cry of painful pleasure and gripped her head tightly between my legs.
Gradually the intensity of my pleasure subsided. I relaxed my legs from around her head and she came back up the bed to lie alongside me.
We kissed again. Then she left the bed and sat sobbing.
That was wonderful. I said to encourage her. She looked up at me. That was my first time with a girl. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed.
Please Chris don’t be. It was fantastic what you just did and at this time in the morning as well, I said trying to lighten up the conversation. I stood up from the bed, her eyes watched my every move as I put my t-shirt back on went to my bedroom and put my leather mini, woolly jumper and boots on. Would you like to do it again tonight?
Please, yes.
I left for my lectures feeling wonderful.
My last lecture was cancelled so I rushed home early. Chris was in the lounge reading, wearing a silver PVC sweat suit. She looked embarrassed. I am trying to have a slim figure like yours. I go to bed in it, wear it under my day clothes at lectures and when I’m shopping. I have quite a few of these suits, but the crutch and arm pits keep wearing out.
Well, I never knew you did that, all the time we have been sharing his flat.
I sat down beside her and touched her breast. The PVC was soft and clung to her body contours. She smiled at me and said. A great weight has been lifted from my mind today. I am beginning to understand who and what I am. Thank you for helping to recognize myself.
I took a shower then came back into the lounge wearing my boots and a t-shirt.
Chris was still in her PVC sweat suit. I placed my hands on her boobs and said. Let’s go to your bedroom.
We lay side by side I took off my t-shirt, Chris began to play with my nipples and I began to be aroused almost immediately. I leaned across and licked her PVC enclosed breasts, she sighed and kissed me intensely on the lips.
Can I take my trouser bottoms off? She asked. The sweatiness of the PVC against her legs made it difficult. She kept her top on, hiding her plumpness and quickly straddled my head and began to grind her crutch into my mouth. I could hear her panting and I could taste her moistness as she moved frantically over my mouth. My tongue began to lick and taste her warm wetness as she cried out with pleasure.
We lay still together eventually her hand went down to my pussy and began to play with me, sending me into an enormous orgasm.
We both slept quietly together for an hour in each other’s arms.

I was totally confused with myself and now my own sexuality. I liked Chris a lot but I also think I like men too. Later that evening I went out for a drink at my local student bar leaving Chris in the flat. I drank quite a lot and was offered a lift home by a guy I knew. We stopped in a quiet area, he pulled out his cock and pulled my head firmly down on it. I knew what was wanted and I was also thinking of Chris’s pussy I had been licking a few hours earlier. What a dilemma!
He shot his load into my mouth. I gagged, then swallowed and was driven home.
Chris was in my bed still dressed in her silver PVC sweat suit top clinging to her warm body shape.
She looked up at me a smiled. I undressed and lay beside her and licked her PVC covered nipples my hand went straight down to her pussy and began to stroke her. She was already wet with anticipation. I went down and began to lick her, she groaned as her orgasm shook her body. I came back up and settled down beside her and we both slept until the morning. When I woke she had gone back to her own bedroom. On my side cupboard was a padded envelope containing a new silver sweat suit for me with a little flower and some kisses.

The next party at the farm had arrived. I was picked up by Jane. I still only had Toni’s boots, gloves, skirt and jacket to wear. I couldn’t yet afford to buy leather for my elderly tailor to work with.
This time the party seemed slightly different in its makeup. As I looked round I could see several guys in super leather gear but apart from Jane no women.
I was the only one in a leather skirt.
We drank, chatted and fondled each other, the excitement was really working. The guy I had to check out in the pub was now wearing his very own leather jeans and jacket. How are you coping with your leather gear? I asked.
It still makes me a very edgy, I could do with some of your rubber to play with.
Anytime, I said moving on.
Jerry came in patted my backside and spoke to me. Would you go over to the wooden cross, I want you to leave your skirt, gloves and boots on, but take off your jacket and I will tie you to the cross.
Okay I said expecting to be wonderfully groped and played with.
I stood with my gloved hands bound to the cross, a rubber ball gag was inserted in to my mouth then the leather duffle bag was put over my head and the strings drawn tight around my throat. This was just like the first time when I was picked up from the cinema I thought.
A hand went up inside my skirt and squeezed my balls then again much harder. I could hear laughter from the other guys.
The next moment I felt a stinging pain on my back as I was whipped three times.
A cheer went up from the other guys watching this spectacle.
The hand went up my skirt again and squeezed really hard. I cried out and tried to wriggle free from my bindings.
I was painfully whipped five more times, and released from my bindings. I collapsed to the floor. The leather duffle bag was removed from my head All the guys stood around me and wanking and coming over me.
That gentlemen, is what happens if someone tries to steal your wife or girlfriend. I was left on the floor covered in cum and blood from the whipping.
Everyone left me alone in the room. I painfully stood up found my jacket and leant against the leather table totally disorientated.
I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong. I remembered Jane saying that Jerry seemed to be getting more violent at times, but this was ridiculous.
Come with me now! Jane had appeared and pushed me through a side door I could still hear the guys laughing and drinking as we left.
She drove quickly and soon we were back in my own flat.
What was that all about? I asked.
I’ll tell you later first lets sort out your back wounds. I took off my jacket the lining was stuck painfully to the dried blood; I laid face down on my bed. The lashes were bathed and cream was gently smoothed into them.
Have you a cotton t-shirt?
I pointed to my drawers. She found one, pulled it carefully over my back. How’s that feel?
A little better I suppose. Can I have a drink?
She brought me a whisky and she busied herself making a tea.
I managed to move from the bedroom to the lounge and sat on the settee still wearing my boots and skirt. Jane eventually joined me.
I’m sorry she said I think it’s my entire fault. Jerry and I have not been good for some time. He has started to like only man on man sex and of the more violent kind. When I first met him eight years ago he was lovely always interested into kinky goings on and I suppose he found me attractive because I liked the kinkier side of life also.
When did you get married? I asked.
We never did. I never wanted to and thank goodness now as it has turned out.
What will you say when you go back tonight?
I’m not, I have two suitcases in the car and I am leaving.
Where are you going to go? Have you any plans?
Well I had thought of spending just a couple of days with you, making sure your back is okay then moving on.
That’s fine by me. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep here.
You are a complete idiot, she said smiling. We will both be in your bed and I promise I will not molest you even though I want to!!
The two days turned into more and more days, after about ten days my back was fully recovered.
Rumours had it that Jerry was having parties almost every night and things were getting quite out of hand.
Jane had cared for me very well, when she arrived back after a trip to the supermarket I met her at the door with my new purple PVC cat suit, bikini, boots and my silver rubber kimono.
Jesus, I can see you are feeling better now.
What can I do for you? I asked. Don’t really know you enough to know your loves, likes and dislikes.
She put the shopping down, smiled at me. I want to be kissed, fucked and allowed to go with girls if I want to. Essentially just like you but with you its guys.
We went to bed that night, kissed and fucked gently and fell asleep.

A couple of weeks later we received a present of the full length purple rubber dress, matching elbow length rubber gloves and a full purple rubber head mask that James had worn for me on the first night in Covent garden. I gave this to Jane who was absolutely crazy about the gift. We very nearly wore it out on the first night but we have a lot more things to keep us both excited.
I was not so much in a dilemma with my life, as a very interesting turning point had just started.
I thought of Toni...... Dead!
I thought of my old tailor, had happiness and now going towards his end.
I thought of Jerry, started good and turning into the devil.
I thought of James and Mike, still happy and exploring life to the full.
I thought of Jenzi, currently very happy and alive.

I am really enjoying my life with Jane. We do see the opposite sex from time to time but it seems to be getting rarer. We dress up in fantastic erotic clothes, drink, bonk ourselves into oblivion. Dine out, dine in, talk a lot and are very happy together with our strange lives.

Perhaps we could all learn from a little tolerance.

Jane picked me up and drove me to the side entrance to the farm. Jerry was there to welcome me. You look good, he said encouragingly. Only two additions. He gave me a pair of leather gloves and a total leather head mask. It had a zip down the back, eye holes, nose holes and mouth holes and a neck collar with a d-ring Your nose will always be clear but I will start you out with eye pads and mouth pads press studded on to the mask.
I will guide you into the room for the guests to inspect you then I will free your mouth and see how it goes from there.
Jerry clicked a leash into the d-ring and led me into the room. The sound of voices suddenly dropped. I walked further into the room and felt hands groping me and words of approval. This reminded me of my initiation in Covent Garden when I was shackled to a pole in the middle of the room.
I felt Jerry pull the mouth pad from me. I am going to place you in the stocks, he said. My hands went into two gaps and my head in the middle, then I felt the top part being lowered and locking me in tightly.
For your pleasure, Jerry said to his guests. A cock pushed its way in and out of my mouth. Suddenly I felt cum spurting into me I couldn’t hold the cum, some dribbled out of my mouth on to the mask and floor. A second cock entered my mouth and I felt my leather skirt being lifted from behind and somebody entered me, holding my hips they pushed in and out. More cum entered my mouth and dribbled out, down the mask. I was gasping for breath and slightly scared not knowing what was coming next.
Whoever was behind me slowly pulled out and I received a massive slap on my backside. Someone wiped my mouth and mask clean of cum, my skirt was adjusted and I felt the stocks opening. My hands and head were released and Jerry guided me back out of the room away from the guests.
You are now a member of our little gathering, he announced. He unzipped the mask and showed me a sink, soap and towel to clean myself up.
When I was composed and ready he said lets go back and join them.
I received a small ripple of applause as I entered, I looked around and apart from Jane and Jerry I didn’t recognise anyone, but they all look pleasant, dressed totally in kinky leather outfits.
I wandered around the room and was surprised to see the guy I was sent to check out a couple of weeks ago. Dressed in leather jeans and shirt I suspected were borrowed from Jerry. Hi, I said. He was surprised to see me. I thought I recognised your skirt but I wasn’t sure with your mask on.
How are you managing to wear leather and not cum so quickly?
With great difficulty. I’ve done it twice already tonight without touching anybody, but hope I can control myself.
His hand dropped down to my backside and squeezed me gently. That’s my wife over there, he said, nodding towards two women intimately touching and kissing each other.
We were approached by another guy dressed in a shiny black one piece, boots and gloves. You had a lovely mouth, thank you.
I wondered which one of the three he was. I placed my hand on his crutch and I felt him stir into life. His hand went up inside my skirt and felt my hardening cock. I want to play with you right now. We went over to the padded wall. He pushed me against it pulled up my skirt and took my cock into his mouth.
We had an audience watching, a woman dressed in a long flowing leather skirt and top came over and kissed and squeezed my nipples then went back to her man friend lifted up her skirt and accepted his cock.
Things seemed to be getting frenetic. I looked around and it seemed everyone was playing with each other. Jerry was very active and Jane was stood quietly in a corner just watching the activities.
I came into the guys mouth, he stood up and went over to the guy I had checked out and began to play with him. How long that would last before he came I wondered.
The wife of the guy I was sent to check out came over in tight leather jeans and top plus a black strap on dildo. Hello, she said. I want to fuck you. Bend over that chair. She pulled up my skirt and inserted the strap-on into me. She began thrusting and making lots of noise. Her husband came alongside encouraged her to thrust faster. He pulled out his cock wanked it a couple of times and came over my backside and the strap-on. She pulled out of me and turned to kiss her husband. I collapsed on the floor feeling a bit sore after all the use I had been put through.
The party seemed to be slowing down as the guests bade there farewells. All of them either kissed or squeezed my balls and left.
Jane came over and pulled me up to a standing position. Are you alright? she asked. I feel very well used tonight. I just hope I came up to your standards.
You did. I’ll drive you back home.
We entered my flat and she saw my new purple PVC cat suit lying on my bed. That looks interesting she said picking it up and inspecting the workmanship.
An old friend as just made it for me.
You lucky thing, such a great, sexy design. I would love to see you in it, but not tonight. I think you have been through enough.
I really enjoyed the party but I did notice you were not getting too involved with anybody. Is there a problem? Or are you always cool at parties?
She sat down next to me, placed her arm around my shoulder and began to sob a little. I fear my time with Jerry is almost over, she mumbled. There was a time when he would go with men and women and always come back to me. Likewise I would go with men and women and enjoy all the sex and stuff. Things have slowly changed and he is just going for men now and becoming more aggressive with them. He tries to pass me off with whoever is around but I don’t think he cares anymore.
What do you plan to do?
We have another party due in three weeks time, if things don’t get any better I think I will move out. I don’t think he will even miss me. When you come to the party just note how aggressive he is becoming.
She put her hand inside my jacket and squeezed my nipples and kissed me on the cheek and drove back to the farm, no doubt to clean up after the party.

I had heard through the grapevine about a new dogging area a few miles out of town quite remote and completely surrounded by bushes and trees. In the daytime a mobile coffee and sandwich trailer was there for truckers and tired drivers.
It was a dark and drizzly evening when I stopped my car at the end of the tree lined country lane. I saw another car in front, his rear lights flashed twice as a signal.
I opened my car door and stepped out, the cold night air blew up between my booted legs. I pulled my SBR mac around me, tightened my belt and slowly walked over towards his car enjoying the thought that he was watching and lusting after me.
I opened his car door. He had moved the passenger seat fully back and wound the back of the seat into an almost horizontal position. We had a few perfunctorily greetings. I climbed into his car, his hand immediately stroked my black SBR shiny mac and began to squeeze my nipples hard. I groaned with excitement. He slowly realised that I was naked under my mac and his breathing became more intense. His hand moved up and down my booted legs then underneath the SBR mac and squeezed my erect cock. He began to wank me hard then suddenly his head was down between my legs and his hot wet mouth was around me as he plunged himself in and out. His hands moved and squeezed frantically all over my SBR mac and boots.
I could feel myself beginning to cum but I wanted this to last longer. I pushed his head off me and inserted two of my black rubber gloved fingers into his mouth and covered his nose with my other gloved hand. This slowed him down for a short while as he enthusiastically sucked my black slippery rubber gloved fingers and fought for breath.
He pulled himself away and grabbing my car seat belt, pulled it tight and trapped my arms down by my side. He again pulled open my mac revealing my naked body and took my erection deep into his mouth.
Recklessly, he had me, in and out, sucking hard then soft, he took me off to an exquisite pain that I loved and enjoyed. I cried out as I came in his mouth. He carried on pulling and sucking every ounce of cum from me until he was satisfied that he had finished me off.
He released me from the tight binding seat belt, pulled my mac across me and kissed me lightly. I could taste myself on his lips.
`I have to go now’ he said. He opened his door, got out and came to my side helped me out and straightened my mac and tightened my belt around my waist. Then he held my arm behind my back and forced me over the wet bonnet of the car. He lifted my mac revealing my buttocks and slapped them hard with his hand a few times before bending down and with his hot wet tongue licked my hole and pushed a finger inside, then two, then rammed in three. It hurt me. I cried out. He pulled them from me and with a further very hard slap to my backside he pulled down my mac and released me.
See you sometime you fucking bitch, got into his car and drove off.
I walked painfully back to my car and drove home.
I made myself a drink and rubbed some soothing cream into my backside. There was a message on my answer phone. It was from Jenzi. Saying all was well she was enjoying herself and would be back in London soon and would be in touch. Lots of kisses.
I was pleased that her time with Portuguese Jorge was still going okay.
I thought about myself for a moment. New friends at the farm and very interesting people down in Covent Garden, am I missing anything? Probably, but at least I am enjoying myself on my own.
I made myself another drink, watched myself on James’s DVD having a good time in Covent Garden.
I did my computer work solidly for three more days until the soreness in my backside had worn off.
In the afternoon I relented and went to the dogging area and sat on a bench watching the sea. It wasn’t long before an old guy came and sat next to me and began to chat. I’ve seen you here a few times before, he said. Usually in this mackintosh you are wearing.
Well I like it a lot that’s why I wear it.
I’ve also watched you back in the trees with other men.
Oh. I thought, where is this going?
I’m quite old now and widowed, he said. I still have urges every now and then but I would like to get to know you better.
In what way?
Well if you don’t mind me saying so, I could make you some very exciting and sexy clothes to wear. I was a tailor before I retired. All I would need from you is the materials of your choice and allowing me to play with you gently every now and again as payment.
Are you serious?
He nodded and put his hand on my leg and squeezed.
All my sympathy went out to him. Please come back to my house and I will show you what I can do for you.
We slowly walked back to his house and he showed me drawings of very sexy costumes he had drawn over the years. I can work in silk, satin, nylon, leather, PVC, plastic but not rubber I’m afraid it’s too difficult and needs a lot of gluing.
I looked at his drawings, one stood out immediately. A one piece cat suit with the crutch and backside cut out and a large metal zip from the throat down to the crutch.
I can knock that up in a couple of days if you like, he said.
How much material? He measured me and made an average guestimate.
You’re on. I said. His hand went directly to my crutch. I unzipped, pulled myself out and his gentle mouth covered my cock and slowly and gently brought it alive. I tried to touch him but he pushed me away. When I came he swallowed every drop and smiled up at me. Thank you for that. It’s not often that old guys get a chance with the younger generation.
I delivered a zip and all the purple PVC material he had asked for the next day. He checked it all out and told me to return in two days time for a fitting.
At home I was busily looking at all the erotic costumes I could find. I returned for the fitting two days later, took off all my clothes and tried the cat suit on, pulled up the zip to my throat and looked at myself in his mirror.
The legs need a bit of shortening but otherwise it’s perfect. He sat on his work stool, pulled me towards him and sucked me off perfectly. I watched in the mirror and as I was getting closer to cumming took his head and gently held it tight to my crutch. I came in his mouth and he smiled.
What have you next? He asked, after I had taken off the cat suit and he had shortened the legs.
I showed him three more photos I found to be irresistible. Bring the material, tell me when you want them and I will do it, he promised.
I left with my purple PVC cat suit in a supermarket bag, took it home and tried it on with my thigh length boots. I was so excited I had another erection just looking at myself.
I needed a bikini I thought just to cover my bits up before things started to happen. I rushed round to the old guys home and explained what I was I needed.
Here he said, I thought you might want this.
He had already made me a bikini in purple PVC.
Brilliant!!
He stroked my balls, smiled and bade me good night.

I received a telephone call from Jane at the farm enquiring if I was free to come to the farm for some fun that night, just for a couple of hours she said. Do you have anything in leather to wear? Nothing I’m into rubber and PVC mostly, I told her. She sounded disappointed, and then I remembered I do have a leather skirt and jacket.
That sounds very interesting she said I’ll pick you up at 8 o’clock. Jerry my husband is so looking forward to meeting you again.
The day seemed to flash by and I was ready and waiting at 8pm, Boots, leather skirt and biker jacket that had belonged to Toni.
The door bell rang at 8 and I invited Jane in to my flat. She looked me up and down approvingly, came very close and kissed me and her hand slipped up the inside of my skirt and squeezed my balls.
No pubes, she gasped. Jerry will be pleased.
I put my black nylon mac on over my leather gear. We left and quickly arrived at the farm. Jerry was waiting for us as always dressed from top to toe in leather. He took me into the back leather walled room as I took off my mac. He pushed me against a padded leather table and his hand moved quickly up the inside of my leather skirt.
Discovering my shaved balls he smiled went over to a cupboard and brought back a spray canister. He pulled up my skirt and lifted me onto the leather table. He shook the canister and sprayed my cock and balls with a chocolate spray, then began to lick my balls and the chocolate. I became instantly erect which pleased him even more. He sucked, pulled and licked until all the chocolate was gone. After all the attention I was almost ready to cum.
He roughly pulled me off the table and held my head and pushed his erection into my mouth and aggressively rammed in and out until he came.
Satisfied he pulled himself out of my mouth, adjusted his leather trousers pulled up his zip and slapped me across my face. I stood up and rearranged my leather skirt, he offered me my mac and we went back into his lounge.
We have some special friends over here every couple of weeks or so. They are all into leather and we all have a great time. I would like you to join the group if you want to?
I nodded agreement.
You would be blindfolded the first time so you cannot see my friends but if they accept you then the blindfold will be taken off permanently and you will be a fully fledged member and keep yourself well smooth and shaved down there, I have a couple of friends who like that sort of thing.
First though, there is another guy who is married to one of our members. She is not too sure about his orientation so I would like you to check him out for us.
Here is a photograph of him. He goes to a pub once a week to meet his friends or so she thinks. Try to meet him and let me know if anything happens.
I agreed to this. We spoke a little more about which day he went and how far I should go then Jane returned and drove me back to my flat.
The first chance of a meet was the next evening. I dressed casually in jeans my brown rubber t-shirt and my shiny red nylon hoody zipped up so not to reveal my t-shirt.
I went to the medium sized pub in the centre of town and ordered a beer and looked around at the clientele. I noticed him straight away. Tall, quite handsome, in a suit, nursing a beer looking furtively around. No sign of any so called friends. He spotted me and kept staring at me. I reacted by gently squeezing my balls so that he could read the signs if he were interested.
After a few more minutes he finished his beer and walked very close to me on his way to the toilets.
He didn’t come out of the toilets straight away so I went in. The toilets were empty except for him stood at a urinal. I walked over a stood next to him. He was slowly massaging his cock as I pulled out mine. He looked down and turned a little to show me his erection.
Just then someone came into the toilets. He quickly pulled up his zip and walked out back to the bar. I waited pretending to pee then went back to the bar to finish my beer.
He had just bought another beer turned and saw me. He came over and stood close beside me. Hi, he said awkwardly. I smiled reassuringly back at him. His leg touched mine and I pushed back at his.
I like your shiny hoody.
That was a good start I thought. Very tactile, he said, gently touching it.
Oh I love all sorts of shiny things. I said encouragingly, hoping to get the conversation going.
Do you have a car? or anywhere we can go, he blurted out. No car, drinking, but you can come back to my place for a drink if you want.
He stroked my shiny hoody once more and finished his beer. We left the pub found a taxi and we were in my flat in ten minutes
Would you like a drink I asked him? Beer or whisky? We both settled on whisky. I brought them into the lounge. He was still staring fascinated at my shiny red hoody but as I sat down beside him and pulled down my zip half way down it was apparent it was my brown rubber t-shirt that was attracting his attention. He touched it with his hand, gasped a little, I took the hint and pulled the zip completely down and opened my hoody, he leaned across and feverishly began licking my rubber t-shirt sounding more and more excited. He groaned loudly. I’ve just cum. I am so sorry.
Don’t worry. I said. Just as long you enjoyed yourself. I smiled at him.
I must go, can I call a taxi? And can I see you again?
He left after agreeing to come to my place in two night’s time.
Should I tell Jerry at the farm of my findings or not? I decided to wait another two days to see just how far this guy would go before telling all.
My plan was to wear boots, my brown rubber t-shirt again, my leather skirt and my silver rubber kimono. I wanted to see his reaction to leather, which was what Jerry wanted to know. But I enjoyed the attention he gave to me when I wore rubber.
He arrived as planned. The look of amazement on his face as he saw what I was wearing was classic. I gave him a whisky and said it was okay to take off his clothes if he wanted to. It took another strong whisky before he stood almost naked before me except for a small bulging black leather bikini.
He touched my kimono breathless with pleasure. I squeezed his bulge then untied my kimono and let it fall to the floor revealing my leather skirt to him for the first time.
His reaction was sudden. He gasped and pushed me down on to my settee and began to rub his hands all over the skirt, licking frantically at it the same time. My rubber t-shirt was forgotten in his excitement. He pulled himself up slightly, pulled his cock out of the leather bikini and shot a considerable load all over my skirt. Gasping he collapsed with his head on my skirt and into his own cum.
After a moment or two I urged him to lick up the mess he had made on me. He licked and swallowed everything even squeezing the very last drops from his cock before putting it back inside his bikini.
My leather skirt certainly made you excited. I said. Don’t you want my rubber t-shirt anymore?
I’m so sorry for doing that on your skirt. Please forgive me. I have never met anyone quite like you. You have all the things I lust about and have never found. I try each week in the pubs but everyone is pretty straight and boring. Leather is my big thing but I only have this bikini at the moment. It’s easy to hide at home and I don’t want to upset the wife.
I smiled thinking of what Jerry had told me about his bi sexual wife. I think he may enjoy what will come to him in the future.
We had another drink and he started to lick my rubber t-shirt but stopped himself. I must go home now he said. He put on his suit, rang for a taxi and left.
Well I thought its okay for him to get his rocks off but what about me?
I put my kimono back on and telephoned Jerry to tell him what he wanted to know.
That’s great he said. Thank you for doing that. Jane is in town with one of her girlfriends. I’ll ring her to come round and get all the details.
Within twenty minutes Jane was at my door. I let her in and she stared at me in my kimono and boots.
Let me try that on, she demanded. She took off her own leather biker jacket put on my kimono and sat next to me. This feels fantastic, she said. I brought her a glass of wine she had requested, sat beside her and told her of the two evenings with this guy. He was so much into leather but he only has a bikini, what are you going to do about that?
I’ll leave that to Jerry, just remember what he lent you the first time. She finished her wine then her hand travelled up my skirt and she quickly wanked me off. That’s for doing what we asked of you and he didn’t even play with you.
She took off my kimono and left saying they would be in touch about a party very soon.

I wandered around to the ironmongers a few days later to catch up on events and to my surprise the salesman was in the back room. Needless to say he was excited to see me again. It was well over nine months since our last encounter.
Are you busy tonight? I’m staying over at the hotel again would you like to come round?
I nodded okay.
Fantastic. I have some different things for you to wear for me. Eight o’clock okay?
I’ll come as well, said the ironmonger. I would like to see what goes on.
I arrived on time and sat in the bar waiting for the salesman to arrive. He rushed in a few minutes late and explained that he had just left the ironmonger in his room.
We had a drink and I could tell he was dying to stroke my shiny black nylon mac I wore especially for him. We finished our drinks and went upstairs in the lift. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to lick the sleeve of my mac and squeezed hard on my nipples. His breathing was becoming erratic just in the short journey to his room and I could see a large bulge in his trousers.
We entered his room and the ironmonger was there naked except for a pair of purple rubber gloves and a see thru plastic nurses pinafore his erection could be clearly seen pushing through the pinafore.
I knew what to expect from the salesman but this was a new one by the ironmonger but I had only had sexual relations with him his shop where he could be called away by customers at any time. What other different things does he get up to away from the shop I wondered?
I was told to take off all my clothes and lay on top of the bed. The ironmonger then produced a shaving mug filled with soap and a shaving brush. Carefully he soaped my balls and cock and I became erect just at the sensation of the soft soap and his brushing technique.
The salesman drank more beer as I had expected him to do. The ironmonger then carefully shaved my most private of parts and when he was satisfied that I no pubic hairs he fully soaped me again then led me to the shower.
Sit down he said. My erection was still forceful. The salesman came to the shower, unzipped his trousers and pissed long and intensely over my soaped erection until all the soap had gone. He was gasping with pleasure, subjecting me to his own perverse, bizarre ceremony. The ironmonger then switched on the shower and sprayed me down, cleansing me of all the piss.
This was different from the last time we had met. What comes next? I was soon to find out. I was given a helping hand out of the shower and passed a towel to dry myself then given a pair of black patent stilettos, black bikini and bra and some very shiny black stockings. Then the nurse’s uniform in royal blue PVC and a wide elastic belt I had worn for him before. I slipped into the dress, zipped it up the front and stretched the belt around my waist securing it with the metal clasps the ironmonger passed me a pair of purple rubber gloves to wear and I stood there before my very hot and bothered audience.
I was told to walk around the room. I occasionally touched their erections and pushed my rubber gloved fingers into their mouths which they slavishly sucked and salivated on.
I laid down on the bed, I had one of them at each side of me. They pulled up my PVC dress, exposing my black PVC bikini. These were gently pulled down and two mouths began to lick my very smooth erection. I was beside myself with pleasure. Their breathing was ecstatic and becoming louder until finally the ironmonger could stand it no longer and took me firmly in his mouth and within seconds I had cum.
The salesman erection had withered so the ironmonger rolled him over and screwed him until he also came gasping inside him.
We all lay still our breathing beginning to calm down after all the excitement.
I was the first to extract myself, clean myself up and put on my clothes. The sight of me in my shiny black nylon mackintosh started the salesman going again. He began to lick my sleeves and squeezed my nipples, the ironmonger joined in. I left this lick fest orgy and watched as they both started to fondle each other, the ironmonger inserted a couple of purple rubber gloved fingers into the mouth of the salesman then turning him over screwed him again for the second time.
I left them enjoying themselves and walked home happy and tired.