Tamara - The Case Of The (corrupted) Suits (13-A) (Patreon)

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IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Tamara - The Case Of The Corrupted Suits - Chapter 2

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

Part 13-A

Blinded and bound, Sam could sense in a way he had not discovered until now, the woman's lips. First it was a long, passionate kiss on his mouth, then he noticed a naughty nuzzle on his chin. Her lips then gave way to a gentle, but continuous touch of her tongue down to his nub, where she kissed him once more, sucking lightly. Then once again he noticed her tongue on his breast, then her lips closing over one of his nipples, while her fingers pinched the other.

Sam grunted with lust and excitement, feeling the pain, bathed in pleasure. And when he wanted to say something, Tamara stuffed one formerly unused latex stocking into his mouth, and with the other, round his head, pulling it taut, parted his lips and then tied it tightly around the back of his neck. Sam could now only utter incomprehensible and very muffled sounds. Tamara knew that no one would interrupt them now, with that in her partner's mouth, they would hardly be audible outside the room. Earlier she had fought hard to remove Sam's pants and boxer shorts, using the small knife he always kept in his pocket.

Oh Sam," she said running two strokes down the line of his torso, then fiddling over his abs. "I never would have imagined that your body would make me so horny. . . just look at these abs and this sexy V. . . Hmmm."

Tamara savored the moment, she could feel how the latex suit she had bought at the 7SINS boutique, had been completely assimilated by her corrupted latex bodysuit. Her corrupted garment now covered her from neckline to toeline. The influence of the suit over her was beginning to be impossible to control. Tamara's mind was beginning to be completely overrun with a single desire. She wanted to complete her transformation, so she could corrupt more people.

The hand that had fiddled over his abs and delighted in the V of Sam's pelvis, had now tightly encircled the base of his member, that was hot, hard and, to her amazement, had not yet stopped growing. . .

"So. . ." she began to say, licking her lips, in a tone so hypnotic and seductive to Sam, that not even in his most erotic fantasy could he have imagined it. Her cheeks turned a deep red just before what would have been a last exchange of glances. "This is what they call a blood cock. . . hmmmm, I have to try it. . ."

Tamara curled up next to Sam, rolling herself into a ball so she could be more comfortable for what she was about to do. Her suit at the same time became a little tighter and began to mold her body into the shape of Tamara's own sexual ideal. Her hips had slowly begun to widen a little, her buttocks were becoming toned. Tamara's waist was beginning to fall prey to a pressure that she paradoxically liked. At the same time she felt the suit sucking on her breasts, which were beginning to become, little by little, heavier.

"That's it. . ." said the Voice that took the same sensual and erotic tone, that Tamara was now using. "Untie yourself, let yourself be controlled by your desires, give up control, free yourself from your reasoning. Just be that perverse fantasy you wanted to be, always craving for more and more."

Sam's cock was not clean. He hadn't showered since the night before and the adrenaline, mixed with his sweat, gave it a slight stale smell, but one that Tamara could no longer resist. Not only did she find the smell irresistible, but her tongue's taste glands were making her taste the most perverted delicacy she had ever sucked on. Tamara's mouth was salivating more and more. Sam felt a pleasant warmth, a lubricated sensation better than any blowjob he had ever had, which improved as his horny partner began to suck deeper into her mouth.

"Oh! Tamara. . ." Sam tried to say, but only some mumbling could be heard. Still Tamara understood what he wanted to say and raised herself up from his member.

"Do you. . . like it?" Tamara asked as her rubber covered hand kept stimulating from the base until it almost reached the head of Sam's cock. "I can suck you even better. . . like a pro. . . would you like me to eat you like a pro?"

Sam then, beside himself, wanted to grab her by the hair and push her head back, so she would continue licking his cock, but the chains held him back.

Tamara could feel the power she now had over Sam, getting stronger and stronger. It was becoming more apparent, with each suction of her mouth on the head of Sam's cock. And with each time she did it, it went a little bit deeper inside her.

But suddenly she felt something that made her moan unexpectedly, and almost cum at that moment. Sam's hand, partly freed, manly, large, wide, strong fingers, moistened with his partner's own saliva, had begun to stroke her over her lips. Tamara, not being ready yet, let go of Sam's member to quickly refasted his hand, making sure it would not slip out again.

"Yes honey. . . keep it up. . ." continued the Voice in her head. "Let desire control you. . . let go. . . you can't think of anything else, just listen to your desire and be another. Be one more, be a servant of desire. . . With every suction of the blowjob you lose more memories, with every caress younger and more insatiable I am making you. . . And after this you can no longer reverse it, you can only go on, desire more and until you can't think of anything else but being a latex nymph."

"More. . . I want more!" Tamara began to think. "I want to be more perverted! Control me all you want, but I want much more. . . Drive me crazy! I'll do whatever you want, but make me more than the others. Make me young, voluptuous. . . addicted. . . fanatic. . . MORE!"


To be continued. . .