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Tamara - The Case Of The Corrupted Suits - Chapter 2 ( - image fixed)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 3)

Part 11

"Hello big boy," Tamara said in a tone that Sam had never heard from her before.

She was dressed in a black latex catsuit, almost from head to toe, ending in a low-cut V-neckline from shoulder to shoulder. Only the part of her groin was exposed, revealing plump, reddish, firm lips. Her waist was slightly compressed by a corset, making her already good figure look even better. Around her neck, she had a neckbrace, also black, which barely allowed her to move her neck freely, giving her an aristocratic pose, imposing, proud and elegant at the same time.

Tamara was lying on the bed, leaning on her side, while she was biting her lip in a way that made Sam's hands shake and his gun fall out of his hand. One of her hands slid down her bent leg, from her thigh to her ankle. As she repeated the gesture, her lips contracted and she ended up pouting. On the bed were four metal shackles, with gold metal clasps and leather padding. They were of a distinctly fetish design, with a chain connecting to each one. Their ends were lost in the corners of the bed, and probably stopping at the legs or other parts of the bed, where they were anchored.

"Do you like my new outfit that I bought in a shop here?" she said pointing to a bag that bore the logo of 7SinS. One of the few authorised clothing shops, that sold outfits imbued with magic, allowed by the Ministry, "I'm tired of hearing you say how attractive those girls look, and I was wondering if you would find me sexy like that too. I really am, ain't I?"

What she did not say, was that the magic of the suits from 7SinS would greatly enhance the magic of the bodysuit she was secretly wearing. While she had been shopping the Voice had alerted her to this fact when she walked into Beky's shop. It had also told her that the mannequin on the stand was a real person, a though that had made her even hornier.

Sam was still wide-eyed with surprise, his open mouth twisted to one side. He didn't know how to react. His gaze went first to her made-up face, or rather, to those juicy, red lips. Then he couldn't resist watching as her hand fiddled with the stiletto heel of one of the most fetishized and expensive shoes on the market, recognizable because of its red sole.

"What's the matter Sami, cat got your tongue?" she said kneeling on the bed and grabbing her breasts to tease him even more. "Do you like the way this latex wraps around my breasts and makes them look bigger?"

"Yee. . . Yes. . ," Sam ended up being able to say with difficulty, swallowing hard and not knowing if he was going to touch his beard or take his hand elsewhere.

Tamara then offered him hers, and Sam hesitantly held out his hand. She, though she found the new Sam she was discovering to be super cute and very sweet, was somewhat disappointed. In truth, what she wanted was the spontaneous, aggressive Sam who had saved her so many times and that very afternoon had emerged as never before and attacked the NS Wehr agent. Right now she wanted an out-of-control Sam. Her body needed him. No tenderness, no namby-pamby. One who would fill her with his rock hard cock the hard way. To fuck her violently, without mercy.

Sam's hand was guided to Tamara's left breast, and as soon as she felt her partner's hot hand, she felt her pussy juices leak down her thighs. The sensation was such that she couldn't help but close her eyes as she moaned with pleasure at the warmth of his palm. For a moment, which seemed eternal for both of them, everything else ceased to exist, a pastel light enveloped them, there was no longer an above or below, time began to warp. There was no other sensation than Tamara's eager breast in Sam's hand. And the soft touch of Sam's hand, which tenderly clutched tighter and tighter around Tamara's breast.

Tamara discovered at that moment, that the suit felt a thousand times better, if someone else touched it. Even with her eyes closed, she was still reveling in all that she was feeling now thanks to Sam's hands. It didn't take long for him to prop one of his knees up on the mattress, to get closer to her.

"Tamara. . . I. . ." Sam started to say, sliding the fingers of his free hand through her even longer, reddish hair, "I need to confess something to you. . ."

"The. . . what. . .?" she asked forced by her rapid breathing. "ooOH!"

He then pulled her towards him, with his hand around her waist, until he had her body pressed against his. Making the large, hard bulge in his trousers stand out. Tamara's hands then went quickly to his trousers and opened the belt and buttons. She was eager to feel that flesh in her, though first she wanted to revel in feeling him naked against her suit.

Sam grabbed the wrist of Tamara's right hand and suddenly began to squeeze ever harder and firmer, at the same time grabbing her by the hair. Tamara gasped, discovering his intentions too late. Sam already had her pinned down, though not immobilised. But then she was sure she knew what he was going to say.

"I know where you went last night," he said cold and unfeeling, but a tear began to escape his eye, "I followed you, to the docks, to the warehouse. . . I waited and waited, but you wouldn't come out."

"You followed me?" she said between grunts, not sure if they were because of pain or because of a perverse pleasure that was stimulating her.

"Yes, something told me you were going to do something very foolish and I followed you," he answered, moving closer to her, showing how furious he was, "And then I saw her, she came out of the door like a shadow of someone. At first I thought it was you. But I was wrong. Before she disappeared, that figure looked at me and her eyes and mouth lit up red and she pointed to the entrance of the warehouse and laughed. Then I knew. . . you had fallen into her trap, and at that moment the walky sounded from Central and. . . I. . . and then I ran in and found you. . . covered in that latex from head to toe. . . you were unconscious and tied to the chains, hanging from the ceiling. . . just like that girl. . ."

"It was you," she said, fixing Sam's eyes, which were turning red, "You took me home. . ."

"I couldn't let them find you like that," he said loosening his grip on his captive, "I couldn't live with it, if they locked you in one of those capsules. So I released you from the chains, and by releasing you the latex started to set you free and. . ."

"Hey," said Tamara, bringing her hands to Sam's cheeks, "It's me. . . I'm not like the girls we've been taking to the station. . ."

Sam's red eyes glazed over, as two tears began to form.

"I'm still here," she continued, "that thing held me prisoner, but not anymore. I wanted to tell you, I wanted to confess everything to you, because here the headquarters can't watch over us. Look at me Sam, I'm here with you. Enjoying a second chance, a second life, younger, sexier, and yes, as horny as those latex whores you used to tell me so many dirty things about. What you'd like to do with them. Well look at me, I bought this latex suit to look like them, I want you to make love to me with the suit on and then I want you to fuck me hard."


To be continued. . .