Katarsina - The Bodystocking (5) (Patreon)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2)
Part 5

Instead of going down to the water and taking a swim that would help lower her desire by cooling down, she went to the bathroom stalls where the young man who had collected the orders for drinks had just gone. She grabbed her purse and carried it by the wrist and with superhuman strength due to desperation she made it there. She took herself into the dirty toilet house, which despite the fact that it smelled of pee and excrement, now it seemed like the ideal place to confirm what everyone already thought of her. and the perfect moment to find out if she could do a job with her mouth.

"I knew it . . . I knew you were a real Slut and Whore!" The young man said suddenly in English with a very strong Andalusian accent.

"Well, today is your lucky day," she said lowering his swim shorts. And she began to kneel before him, while her whole body reacted to the touch of her hand on his cock. "This bitch is desperate, and she will do everything you want. Just ask for it, it's free."

"What are you waiting for, take off your mask and start to suck it off!" he ordered her, while stepping out of his shorts

But that was the one thing she was not going to do. She did not want to take off her suit, she was afraid to open the suit and go back to being the Katarsina that she had been before, and even more so in that place, in that situation. So she threw herself on the young man's cock hoping she wasn't wrong.

To her surprise it worked great, she was able to suck that cock and feel the unsettling taste of a meditative cock, as sweaty as he was, from his work on the beach. The more she sucked that cock the more the need in her grew and in an act of desperation she ripped off her triquini. Then one of her hands went to her crotch, and as she rubbed herself she discovered that, although the fabric had some elasticity, that part of her outfit was not as flexible as that around her mouth. But that wasn't going to stop her from rubbing while she licked that throbbing cock.

A short time later, the young man came, first on her face, and then the rest of his semen splashed on her chest. Since the suit was waterproof she found that she could not swallow. The cum on her launched her into a new universe of pleasure, while her hands spread that thick white liquid over the fabric. But that pleasure, although intense, for some reason, did not satisfy her, quite the opposite. Now she needed to have that cock inside her.

Her own desire for real sex, made her angry with herself, since she didn't want to take off the suit. Although her desire to have a man inside her became stronger. Her personality had become so degenerated and devolved that she didn't know what she wanted more. Either that Spaniard's cock going in and out of her, or his cum filling her. . . But definitely, the whore she had become was going to have sex with that stranger. She needed to get out of the suit.

Then, when she brought her hands to the back of her neck, desperately trying to open it, she found no tab. This brought her back to earth. Like crazy she began to grope faster and more desperate. Where the zipper should be, there was only a small bulge like a somewhat thick line. A line like that of a seam, which ran down all over her back from the top of her neck to where it started at her butt. No matter how much she felt, only she noticed a small object, which by the touch of it, seemed something to hook . . .

"SHIT!" she screamed in panic, remembering the tab she had earlier dropped to the floor.


to be continued...