The knock on the hotel door meant he'd arrived, and as I slipped on my cool plastic mac, being careful not to dislodge my long talons, it helped to conceal the stiffening bulge under my tight plastic skirt. I opened the door, to a tall dark stranger, enveloped in a long shiny, double-breasted rubber mac. He grabbed my arm, gently linking, and, without speaking, I tottered along carefully, in my new boots, past reception, and into his big black BMW. My heart was thumping, and the pulse throbbed even tighter down below. We set off, and he simply said, "Smoke. You fucking slut." It was hard, with... Continue»
There were 6 other cars in the dark, tree-lined car park. As ordered, I carefully extracted a long, white cigarette, with my trepidation becoming overwhelmed by rampant excitement. He, and I, knew this was what I needed. An outrageously madeup transvestite tart needed that final push. A gentle persuasion to become a cock-loving slut. A cigarette smoking whore, with another addiction. Cock! The nicotine was like my fuel, and my platform heels clicked loudly in the dark silence, as I fulfilled my orders. I was very aware of walking as sexilly as I could in 8 inch heels, but the clear plastic uppers helped. I approached the rear of the first car, sucking comfortingly on the ciggie. I could see the driver with his hand gently stroking his cock, watching me approach in his wing mirror. I had never felt so excited, and my thumping cock made my strutting a little more difficult. Moving to the front of his car, I half turned to view his face, inhaling erotically as we made eye contact, except his eyes were hidden behind a black rubber hood. His car headlights came on, blinding me for a few seconds, and when I re-focused on him, he was now wanking furiously at my vision of plastic coated, cock- teasing slutty delight. I now wanted to grab my 7 inch cock, and do the same. But no, I had to take the nicotine fix, and continue to the next vehicle. His lights went off, and I continued my journey, as ordered. Each driver wore a different type of latex hood, or mask. Some with straps, others in red. Seeing all of those horny, rubber hooded, wanking guys, gave me such confidence in my cock-raising ability, I got back to the BMW as if I'd glided there. I opened the door and saw Master wanking an 8 1/2 inch fat cock, and heard a muted, "THU I". His voice completely changed by the bizarre latex hood he'd now donned. It had clear plastic eye pieces, was pumped up like a football surrounding his whole head, with a long breathing tube at the mouth.