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The Party Girl
Short of money, I answered and add looking for waitresses for private parties. A short phone call later and I was granted an interview that very afternoon.
Taking the bus downtown I stood in front of an old greystone in the more posh district of town. After ringing the bell, the butler let me in and escorted me to the den. Upon entering the den, you could not help but notice the women sitting at the desk. Her presence commanded the entire room. All your attention seemed to focus on her. What garnered my attention was her attire. She wore a shimmering skintight yellow dress that looked like she'd been poured into. The shiny material appeared to reflect the light entering from the bay window accentuating the smooth lines of her long limbs. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs you could hear the squeaking and stretching of the material. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, her face showing little trace of makeup. Her shoes were pointy-toed pumps adorned with 5-inch stiletto heels. She introduced herself as my future boss.
After a quick review of my skills and reference check I was hired. My first job was later that very same evening. My uniform was to be supplied; a cab would pick me up. As I left, my boss suggested I pick up a large container of baby powder along with a bottle of Armorall. Too thrilled at the prospect of being able to pay my bills again I gave it little thought.
Handed a parcel on my way out I was told to be ready for a 7 pm pickup. Also I was to be freshly shaved. Instructions on dress and deportment were to be found in the parcel. Arriving home I hurriedly took a bath then began to dress. Opening my parcel I was immediately struck with an over powering smell of latex. My head seemed to float as I took in the rich odor. My uniform consisted of a mini dress, garter belt, stockings, six-inch heels, opera gloves and an open face hood. All in black and all made of very thin latex. Unfamiliar with wearing this type of clothing I read the instructions that recommended liberal applications of baby powder prior to dressing. Any damage to the uniform would be deducted from my pay. Once dressed I was to buff my uniform to a high polish with the Armorall.
Picking up the material I was surprised at its smoothness and how cool it was against my skin. I would have to be careful not rip the outfit with my long nails.
Dressing proved more of a challenge than I thought and I struggled to roll the latex stockings up my legs. The material clung to my legs sculpturing my calves and thighs. I then I hurried to attach the garter belt, and squeeze into the dress. The coolness excited me to no end and I noticed how hard my nipples appeared beneath the stretched material. The dress also seemed to clutch my breasts squeezing them together accentuating their cleavage. Next came the hood, which had a hole near the top to pull my hair thru allowing the hood to fit more tightly around my head. Strange how it made me appear to have a mane. The gloves proved equally challenging but I managed. Buffing the outfit to high gloss furthered to arouse me, especially as I sprayed the cool liquid on my nipples. As it evaporated the material grew even cooler.
Seven o'clock and I was ready. And did I look hot. Red lipstick filled out my pouting lips making them look large and aroused. Eye shadow gave a catty look to my eyes and the tight hood outlined the angular features of my face. Standing in front of the mirror I was captivated at my appearance. It took all of my self-control to not finger myself. I could visualize my gloved hand entering my shaved pussy and being coated with my juices. Just the slightest brush of the cool material over my pussy lips sent me into repeated shudders. Unsteady in my heels I exited the building, a large overcoat thrown over my uniform to avoid unwelcome stares.
Arriving at the house I was escorted into the kitchen where I checked in with my boss. Now dressed in a short black leather mini skirt finished off with thigh high boots I more than felt her imposing presence as she gave me the once over. Having passed inspection I started serving drinks with two other girls. Both veteran servers, they told me to relax. They were wearing similar uniforms only one was in red latex, the other in emerald green.
As I moved about the room, tray in hand the men wasted no time grabbing my ass and accidentally brushing up against me. Hands were continually trying to get down the front of my dress or under it. My nipples were pinched repeatedly. During dessert as I was filling coffee cups, one man actually ran a hand up under my dress and squeezed me between the legs.
Returning to the kitchen, I started crying. My boss unsympathetically ordered me back to work. When I hesitated she yanked my head back by the hair slapping me twice on the ass. My ass stinging and unable to leave I stumbled back into the party and continued serving drinks.
Around midnight everyone seemed pretty drunk as I entered the den to serve two guests. As I turned to leave one of the men grabbed my breasts and said how he wished his wife looked as good a latex slut as me.
Pulling me down into his lap he started to pinch my nipples while his friend ran his hand under my skirt. Humiliated and in tears I rushed from the room past another man who appeared out of nowhere.
Finding my way to the ladies room I tried to calm down and decided I must get out while I could. As I left the ladies room I again encountered the third man from the den who barred my way. An older man he informed that he is the host of the party and that I am to follow him into his private den. Upon entering the den he made himself comfortable but commanded me to remain standing. Informing me that just because I am an attractive woman who looks good in tight latex I have no right to come on to his guest. He then orders me to stand before him and as he runs his hands up and down my latex legs states matter of factly that I am to be punished for my sluttish behavior. His touch on my second skin is electrifying and I feel my legs begin to weaken. Knowing I must get out before it is too late I turn to run but find myself face to face with my boss now dressed in a skin tight red latex cat suit brandishing a whip.
Pulled by my hair I am forced over the desk, my legs tapped open by the toe of those six inch heeled boots. With my hands held tightly across the desk and my legs spread, pushing my ass high in the air I am forced to kiss the whip before my session begins. My whipping seems endless. My boss/mistress cannot seem to be satisfied. I am forced to count out each lash and thank her for punishing her latex slut. If I miss count she starts over. Never I have been so humiliated yet so aroused. I am rubbing my crotch on the edge of the desk, my juices flowing freely down my rubber-encased legs. Finally my whipping stops just short of me attaining orgasm. Coming up behind me my mistress penetrates me with her strap on rubber dildo and fucks me while the older man asks if I like to suck cock.
Moaning that yes I like to suck cock he smiles and unzips his pants presenting me with his raging hard on. With Mistress pulling my head up by my hair he rubs his cock across my face and lips then forces it into my mouth. As he fucks my mouth he tells me how all latex sluts such as myself like to suck cock. Shooting a stream of come down my throat I pass out.
I awaken, my nipples screaming in pain, my arms tightly bound behind my back. Looking in the mirror I see that my nipples are clamped. They are large and protruding, stretching my latex top. My latex dress has been replaced with a boned latex corset, laced from the back. A thin latex saddle strap attached to a ring in front of the corset snakes down to the crack of my pussy and disappears between my inflamed cunt lips. I want to come so badly but cannot. All I want to do is hump the saddle strap. Sitting across from me is my Mistress, her fingers furiously fingering her sex as she watches my attempt to fuck the strap while standing up. She brings her red latex gloves to my mouth and orders me to clean them off. I hungrily attack the juice covered fingers.
Snapping a collar around my neck I am led by a leash down the stairs back to the party. As I walk I am extremely conscious of my saddle strap. Heniously, not only does it make me walk more erect in my high heels, it's continual stretching and rubbing on my clit brings me so close to orgasm yet doesn't allow me to come. Whenever I stop I immediately start grinding my hips together, bending about, shuffling my feet and squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to achieve release. Perched on high heels my movements come across as a bizarre mating dance but to no avail. I am so frustrated I will do anything to come. My antics seem to amuse the guests the more I twist about. The very men who earlier mercilessly humiliated me now seem oblivious to my cravings and ignore me. In desperation I try to rub up against them but to no avail. A few run their fingers along my latex sides searing me with sensations of fire but that is all. They will only touch the latex. Another runs his hands up and down my black shiny legs forcing me into further gyrations. Moaning, I beg them to again pinch and twist my nipples but it falls on deaf ears. Whimpering I approach the two other servers my eyes begging for release. The one in emerald green allows me to suck her gloved fingers while sharply yanking my head back by my hair; the one in red merely sneers at my predicament. Neither girl will let me rub up against their latex costume knowing full well the friction against the rubber will grant me a quick release.
The host then takes command of me and orders me to my knees.
I am told that I will be allowed to come by rubbing against the toe of my mistress's boot as I suck his cock for the pleasure of his guests. I willingly agree, my humiliation complete. Spreading my legs, I feel the point of my mistress's shoe against my cunt, the cold smooth leather sending further electric currents up my spine. I hungrily swallow my host's cock. I must come before he does so I waste no time in humping the heel. As his cock erupts in my mouth I achieve my long awaited orgasm. My pussy flowers around the latex strap and seems to grow petals. Whimpering in sheer pleasure I am ordered to lick my cum off mistress's boot to the further delight of the remaining guests. Glancing up while tonguing her toe I observe the host guiding her latex fingers into her slit manipulating her to yet another orgasm. I am not allowed to clean her off though.
With cum dripping from my face and still attired in latex and heels, I am led by my leash and paraded about by either host or mistress. I mingle with the guests for the remainder of the evening.
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Story Submitted By Rubber Fiend
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