As promised, the femdom black latex bondage fic. Kinda have writers block so if you have any prompt ideas or suggestions I'll gladly look into them. Hope you enjoy.
>You wake up
>Darkness is all you can see
>Something is covering your entire body, something smooth and rubbery
>You try and get up but you can’t move, your arms are stiff at your sides and your legs are forced together and equally as immobile
>More importantly, you can’t breathe
>Realization turns to panic as you desperately try and break out of your latex prison
>Every instinct in your body is screaming at you to escape as you struggle, feeling weaker and weaker with each passing second as you desperately thrash your head as if it will save you
>Your mind is fuzzy and you feel lightheaded
>Just when you feel you’re about to pass out the zipper for your mouth slides open and you take several desperate, heavy breaths
>Then you hear a chuckle and a chill runs up your spine
>Something caresses the side of your head
>Her voice is low and sensual, lust oozing from every syllable
>”You’re so cute when you struggle Anon.”
>You instinctually move your head to find the source of the noise
>You’re met with silence
>You know she’s there, waiting, watching you as you lay there helplessly
>You can’t see her
>But you know she’s wearing THAT outfit
>Black heels that’d make any man beg to be stepped on; those black fishnet stockings that somehow made her lithe, slender legs all the more alluring; The black garter belt that turned your knees to jello; and her black lacy lingerie which did nothing to hide her glistening slit or bountiful breasts
>You could imagine how her soft, pearly skin popped out from the black cloth, something you had come to almost worship
>Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear the telltale clack of her heels
>She struts over to your other side and leans down
>Your whole body shivers as her hot breath tickles your ear
>”I’m going to have some fun with you now. If you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you cum. But only if you’re a good boy. Will you be a good boy for me?”
>Like it was a hard choice
>You gulp, soothing your dry mouth before answering, “Yes.”
>That earns you a slap across the face
>Her tone shifts as she sternly reprimands you, “Yes ‘What’ Anon?”
>”Yes Mistress.”
>”Mhmmm...thats a good boy.”
>She leaves you in silence again
>You’re about to call out to her when you’re interrupted by something hot and wet forcing itself against your lips
>Your face is squashed under her ass as her thighs gently squeeze your head
>Her voice chimes in again, “What are you waiting for?”
>You want to please her, to hear her moans
>You want to make her cum, to surrender yourself to her
>For her to use you like a toy
>So you oblige her offer
>You begin to tease her, running your tongue along her slit before lightly sucking on her clit
>You hear her breathing become ragged as she lets out little moans of approval
>You mix it up, kissing along her lips before teasingly probing her entrance
>With each movement of your tongue you can feel her body react
>Every slight change in posture, every arch of her back, it invigorates you
>She gradually shifts more weight onto you while rubbing her on clit on your nose, slowly petting your head
>Wordlessly, she commands you to press on
>You’re happy to obey
>She gasps as your tongue enters her, slithering against her walls as you taste her juices
>Slightly acidic, almost metallic, but sweet
>It’s the perfect flavor to complement the joy you feel as you eat her out like a hungry animal
>Her moans become a song, a sensual melody that fills the room as she rhythmically rocks her hips while riding your face, her smooth thighs squeezing your head
>You drink in her fluids, savoring each taste like you’ve found a drop of water in a great desert
>She presses her crotch harder into your face, nearly smothering you as you redouble your efforts
>Her taste, her moans, the pleasured look you imagine on her face, they’re like a drug, all serving to power your adamantine erection
>You can’t get enough of her
>Your cock painfully bulges against the latex, straining the rubber around your crotch as it throbs
>You can feel she’s close
>Her rocking becomes manic, losing all its rhythm as she aggressively grinds her pussy against your lips
>You eat her out with renewed vigor, wanting to make her cum hard
>Her moans reach a crescendo as she cums, her thighs threatening to crush your skull like a watermelon as a flood of her juices erupts from her pussy
>It's hard to breathe but you don’t care
>You feel her body quiver as her climax overtakes her while still she continues to rock into you, forcing you to fuck her through her orgasm
