Katarsina - The Bodystocking (2) (Patreon)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2)

Part 2

It was all new to her, the strong feelings, the butterflies in her gut, the heat in her private parts. Her heart hadn’t beaten so hard since the first time she had sex. Now, Katarsina regretted not having experimented with the suit before, as she finished adjusting the gloves that were built into the suit. But before covering her head and zipping up her back, Kartarsina prepared some shoes, a trichini, some bracelets and a wide brimed sun hat, called a pamela, all in leopard animal print.

It was hard for her to concentrate on putting on the bracelets and shoes. She felt hotter than ever before in her life. She felt able to sleep with the whole footboll team and suddenly one last idea came to her mind. Intoxicated by her excitement she returned to her suitcase, sneaked her hand into a special bag, and found what she was looking for. She pulled out a butt plug and without thinking twice, she stretched the fabric at her back with one hand and with the other she pushed that special toy into its place. Which entered its normal site more easily than usual.

Now, she was ready for the final part. Katarsina covered her head with the hood and started to pull the zipper up from the base of her back. The suit narrowed with every inch that went through the zipper and her heart speeded up at times. It was all so exciting. She’d never done anything like this, and if it had existed in her mind, she’d done this many more times.

One last temptation arouse before the end of the suiting. She felt a hearty outburst at the smell of the small dose of oil left in the bottle. And even though she was hotter than ever before in her life, she wanted more, much more. Before closing the zipper at the top of her neck, Katarsina poured all the remaining oil into the suit and then closed the zipper.

"HMMM YES!" she moaned, as she was crazy with excitement and carved satisfaction.

The feeling of the hot oil, increased from the high temperatures of that day, was spreading slowly down her back and over the rest of her. Mixing with her drops of sweat, the oil was thickening and making her feel the suit even tighter. With the sensibility of her body now heightened by the effect of the oil, each caress was a mind opening stimulus. All that sea of new emotions made her legs teeter from the saturation of sensations. Lying in silence on the bed, without being able to stop caressing and exploring the surface of her suit, especially over her most sensitive parts.

"I think this bitch should. . . aaaaaAAAA!" – she moaned, caressing herself playfully among her kameltoe.

From her apartment people could hear moans coming, like those of a whore or sex addict. They could be heard three stories higher and lower, not to mention the apartments next to her. While one hand satisfied the fire between her legs, the other discovered that it did not matter where she was touched, the pleasant reaction in response was the same or better than if they had sucked her nipples or if they had licked her chickpea.

Katarsina was able to realize the immediate effect of the oil on her. It was an overwhelming and de-inhibiting feeling of all her deepest desires and depraved fantasies coming to the surface. Paradoxically, Katarsina was fully aware that she was becoming a nymphomaniacal whore within minutes. But what surprised her most was the fact that she didn’t care.

Her blood was a cocktail of hormones, the contents and the magic of the oil that all kept bombarding her personality, dragging her into an experimental state that she hoped she could control. In reality her body was now taking complete control. Aroused, hot and thanks to the oil, it would be constantly under the influence of sexual desire. She needed a lot of self-control to even hang on to any control over herself. But she would only need it when she was punishing her ex. . . then she could find some volunteer to calm her carnal desires.

But the more she played with herself, the more she liked it. The more she heated up, the more she loved it. The more needy her body became, the less she cared what others thought. And paradoxically that was now going to be her best ally, for she would need that lack of prejudice, to carry out her plan and show herself in front of all people wearing that garment.

And suddenly, after thoroughly exploring what she had done to herself, came the first orgasm. Everything went cloudy, she was free of thought for over a minute. She felt everything different now, she felt a sun shining within herself, a light of raging pleasure. And while little by little she recovered her breath and felt again the pressure from her bodystocking squeezing her whole body. . . from her now greedy and addicted mind, her first idea emerged, that when she came home, she would buy liters and liters of that oil, and many more suits like that, in all possible models.

Finally after the fifth orgasm, the newly changed slut and whore, dressed with the bodystocking, being somewhat satisfied, managed to muster enough will power to leave the apartment and start her revenge.

to be continued...