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Tamara - The Case Of The Corrupted Suits - Chapter 2

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

Part 12

Tamara had lied to him. And as they kissed passionately, she could feel how the suit she had just bought was assimilated by that strange garment. Her whole body, all that was covered by it, became as sensitive as her special spot. The toy inside her ass felt like something hot and melting that, little by little, was sinking deeper and deeper inside her body. Meanwhile, in order to keep her victim deceived, she had to endure the temporary torture that her sex was free of her suit.

Since they had been on the plane, that strange background noise she heard inside her head had turned first into whispers, then into a single Voice that she could not and would not resist. The more she gave in to that guttural voice, the better she felt. And with each command she obeyed, it became more and more impossible to refuse it, the more addictive it became to be a puppet of her body's impulses.

Even if Sam had been able to think straight, his feelings had already conspired against him from that moment when he had decided to take her out of the dock warehouse, and not report her to his agency. From that moment on, he had been exposed to a constant bombardment of pheromones that Tamara gave off. Corrupted by that garment, every pore of Tamara's body constantly expelled that primitive fragrance to attract the male. At the same time making sure that he was unable to refuse or think clearly. At the same time, Tamara's hormones made her more conceited, vain, arrogant and eager to show off for Sam.

Sam felt himself in a paradise of light. That melody played in his head again, as Tamara's lips unleashed her lust. Suddenly Sam found himself turned and pushed onto the bed, as Tamara, now looking like a woman of no more than thirty, leapt at him seeking first his lips and feeling her tongue with Sam's. Tamara grabbed the buttoned collar of Sam's Polo shirt, and with a quick tug, she ripped the fabric completely from the collar to the base. Then, in an imperfect choreography, of kisses, hickeys and naughty touches of her tongue, she worked her way down her partner's body.

When Tamara was almost at Sam's little friend, he suddenly sat up. Then he grabbed her tightly by her red hair, and Tamara moaned with excitement as she felt that strong grip of Sam's hand. The whole world spun around Tamara, and now it was her lying on the mattress and Sam sucking on, and occasionally biting, a breast, as he held her tightly, her body covered in latex. Her excitement caused her to fail to notice how her breasts had grown. To triple the volume of her former breasts.

Tamara was short of breath. The contact with Sam's body, the heat his body gave off, the manly smell that was beginning to mix with the smell of sweat, made her forget that she wanted to have her pussy filled with latex again. Now it was she who grabbed her partner by the hair, from whom she demanded harder action, in a voice that seemed to be full of fury. She was insulting him and daring him to be more aggressive. When suddenly she felt two of Sam's fingers plunge inside her, without any delicacy, making her scream with pleasure, reaching her first climax.

Tamara had not expected her first orgasm to come like this, so suddenly. Her body first stretched, then immediately clung instinctively to Sam's body. Her teeth dug into his neck and she could taste a little of his blood, and although she found that taste somewhat repulsive, she couldn't suppress her instincts. Their sweats mingled, her sighs intertwined with his lingering growl.

Sam for his part did not resist the urge to press the hard package in his pants against Tamara's body. In his head there was only one idea, one intention, just one desire. Never again to hold back from the woman he had always loved, the only (real) love of his life. He wanted to make her his, now more than ever. And in that moment, he didn't really need the pheromones sweating from Tamara's pores.

As he embraced her and felt like the luckiest man in the world, he didn't notice that Tamara's body became rejuvenated once again. Her breasts changed in size and took on a shape defying the law of gravity. Her waist began to narrow, as if she were wearing a corset, and her hips finished giving her a Victorian feminine silhouette.

Now, after a while it seemed to both of them that time stood still. The person who barely 24 hours ago, had been a consultant named Tamara Gimenez, a serious professional, cold, and with a body worn by age, was gone. Now she was a young woman with a young body, insatiable, with proportions that many would kill to have.

The latex continued to mold and modify her body, giving her the shape she had once wished that she would have. Now that body was the price she had demanded from the Voice, that now had her completely dominated, in exchange for an eternity of obedience.

"Seduce him. . . use him. . ." she kept hearing continuously in her head. "Make him yours. . . feed on his seeds. . . and break him. . . "

The Voice needed to make sure, that the young woman would have the goal to never be separated from the suit again.

That was Sam's leap of faith, to hand over control to the woman he loved, so Tamara playfully blindfolded Sam, then with a sweet and sensual voice invited him to lie down again. It was then that, using the chains, she pinned him to the bed. And as she did so, she could feel the suit once again claim her sex as its own. Young Tamara was ready to take the last step.


To be continued. . .