Rubber Seduction

I think my head is going to explode, a terrible headache. I open my eyes, can't focus at first. An unfamiliar place, can't even remember how I got here: White tiles, like a hospital, bright lights overhead, no windows, no door. Actually, just a square room, empty, just me. The headache's getting better. There is a pain in my armpit, a dark puncture mark. I am naked, haven't realized it before. It's warm in here. In fact there is a door: haven't seen it at first. But it is just a closet door, it seems. No real exit, but at least some clothes, something like clothes at least. I'm really glad it's warm, I don't want to wear those things, do I?

Only perverts would wear such stuff. I close the door again. It is completely quiet, no noise at all. I wonder how I got here, and why can't I remember anything. If I only knew who I am. Something must have hit my head. Although this is a really strange hospital, if it is one at all. It is getting colder, actually it's freezing. Perhaps the things in the closet aren't that bad at all. I'm shivering by now. I take, oh, some kind of rubber tube: A one-piece suit made of this black material. I don't think it will help much anyway. Still, it's better than being naked. And my cock anime porno is behaving rather funnily; at least there is someone here who is definitely a pervert, I think. But it feels nice, this smooth stuff on my skin. Slowly, very slowly, just slip inside, move the zipper, and, viola: There is a new pervert. Oh shit, this is not funny: My cock really starts to work hard now. I don't want it, this is not acceptable. My body can't do this, this really is a very bad joke, it has to stop, it must, it, it, it...

Hot, and wet, it spreads between my real skin and this shiny rubber skin. Why did this happen? It was, ok, not too bad, it really felt, well, quite... hot, indeed. And perhaps, I should try the boots, too. They are different. Oh, I know these boots, have seen them before: Kids wear them, these, how are they called, ah, I see, Dr. Martens. Okay, can't be too bad, if it's academically approved. I push my feet into the boots, see how the bootleg presses on my, oh, no, Freudian, isn't it?, on the rubber skin. Quite a lot of work to do until they are properly laced up. I really have to admit, they look gorgeous on these shiny, black rubber legs. Really nice, too nice, actually. Oh no, anne porno not again, but it is so, so, oh, I can't think of, it feels so good, and, and, no, please, shit, once again, but that was good, good enough to be repeated, I should say.

I feel my cock moving beneath the rubber surface: It feels nice to touch it, to feel this smooth material on my fingertips. And I really like to massage my cock through it. I must compare it to the boots: Not so smooth, but leather, that's good, too. Touching these boots, feeling the rim, the borderline between rubber and leather, the eyelets. I am counting them, exploring them and all this leather, going down: 1, 2, 3, and so on, 20, at last. And the black leather toe cap, and the rubber sole, they just feel great on my feet and under my finger tips. I simply must cum, touching my boots, I want it, I want to honour them, I must rub my hands against the bootlegs, feel the leather, oh, the leather, this black, smooth leather, these boots, both boots, my wonderful, black Dr. Martens feet, I, I...

Ah, thank god, that was good. And justified, they deserve it. But I must not neglect my perfect black rubber skin. I should be that fair. I am rubbing my arap porno skin again, massaging my cock, oh, this black rubber cock. That's how it feels like, that's how it should be, that is how I would like it to be, that's how it must be, how it is, and, and, and, again...

Perfect, quite slippery inside the rubber by now, and very hot.

I am getting dizzy. It's getting dark. No, something is wrong. I can't breathe, I'm losing control, I, dark, just dark...

What was that? Oh, noise, ah, bright, too bright. I close my eyes again, feeling my -- ah, that's good: My fingers still feel the rubber skin, and, yes, my feet are still in my boots. Slowly, very slowly, I open my eyes, it is still very bright: Sunshine, a blue sky though a window pane, a hot day. I am definitely going to enjoy it, in my new clothes. But what are all these noises? Oh, god, no, no, that can't be true: Not a restaurant! Oh, no, please not, not in this shiny rubber suit, not with these boots, in front of all these people.

I get up. Some people stare at me. No surprise at all. Just try to calm down. Everything is under control. It is a perfectly normal outfit.

Oh no, it's worse outside: A crowded inner city street. Masses of people shopping. It is so crowded: People press their bodies against mine, against my rubber skin. Oh, they, they, really... That wasn't an accident, they are touching me. And I enjoy it. It's wonderful. I, I, I can't believe it... Oh yes, there it goes again...