Christina’s Condom Suit by Fimotro
Christina was not your regular college student - she was an extremely kinky minx, that dreamt about being covered head to toe in latex and being fucked senseless by a group of frat guys. Her desire to become a sex toy grew day by day, which was reinforced by her watching pornography with women locked in total enclosure catsuits with rubber sheaths, indicating the three cocksleeves on the rubber toys. She decided enough was enough, and decided to take action.
Christina had planned this months in advance. She had asked her flatmate, Mia, what her plans were for Christmas, as travelling was a bit of a hassle with covid-19 restrictions, and Christina herself wasn’t planning on returning home to her parents for the holidays. Mia was flying back home for at least a month, so she knew that the flat was going to be all hers for a good while. That’s when her plan was set into motion.
She had logged onto her computer, and remembered watching those women being reduced to three pleasure-holes. She found an online latex shop that had everything - a catsuit with anal and vaginal sheaths, a total enclosure hood with a sheath, a pair of gloves, and a pair of ballet heels. The timing was perfect, they would arrive just the day after Mia was gone.
The day had finally come, and Christina was anxiously pacing up and down the flat. ding-dong She immediately ran to the door, and opened it slowly. The post man had already left, and a large parcel was left on the doorstep. She picked it up, and ran to her bedroom. She didn’t even pick up a pair of scissors, the box was savagely ripped open and pouches of black latex with a hint of red dropped to the floor, alongside two loud thumps of the ballet heels. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of her.
She laid a towel on the floor, and began taking each piece of latex out of its packaging, laying it delicately on the towel and arranging it diligently to form a rubber figure. After placing everything down, she stood right above her masterpiece, placing her finger on her lips, carefully planning her order of operations…
Christina picked up a bottle of lube, and started caressing her body. Running her hands across her slippery skin, she couldn’t help but feel more and more aroused, her only thought being wrapped in the lovely embrace of latex…
Her legs had slipped in effortlessly, and Christina made sure the air was pushed out by squeezing on either side of her legs to form a perfect second skin. She kept tugging at the catsuit up her hips, transforming her further into a rubber object…
Before she knew it, she had squeezed half her chest and one arm into the catsuit. She was mesmerised by the shine and slippery surface of the latex, and her desire to be fully covered had peaked…
“I knew those yoga classes would come in handy!” Effortlessly, Christina had pulled up the zipper, and turned the key to lock herself in her second skin. She looked down at the sheaths hanging between her legs and thought “time to fix that”…
Christina applied some lube on her fingers, and slowly pushed the sheaths inside of her, first the one in her butt, and then the one in her pussy. She leaned back in euphoria, feeling the suit enter her…
Next up were the gloves - the latex crackled as Christina squeezed all the air out while she pulled the gloves tightly to mould them into the shape of her hands…
It was her first time wearing ballet boots, and surely the feeling was weird. Her feet ached, but she didn’t care. She loved it, and still wanted more…
Christina picked up the final piece of the puzzle. This was it. She was one step away from accomplishing her biggest fantasy (to date)…
Christina opened her mouth and lubed the sheath with her saliva. She slowly started to pull the sheath into her mouth, and pulled the mask on either side to cover her face, now fully enclosing her whole body in rubber…
She pulled the zipper back, and locked herself in her hood the a twist of a key. Christina was now encased in pure, blind rubber bliss…
Christina put her hands out, and blindly tried to find her way to the back of the bed. She crawled like a good docile puppy, looking for its owner…
After reaching the end of the bed, Christina laid to her side, and imagined she was a rubber fetish model, trying out different poses, all the while caressing her skin. Naturally, this made her more aroused by the minute…
After her pretend photoshoot, it was time to get to the good stuff. Christine grabbed her ballet boots and pretended that it was a couple of frat guys holding her down, while a third came along to dick her down. Naturally, her hand guided itself towards her rubbery holes…
How long was it… minutes? Hours? Christina couldn’t tell - she was just absolutely blinded by lust and the smell or rubber. She lost count of how many times she had come. She unlocked and zipped the hood off, her mascara dripping down her face, and drool dripping from her tongue. At that moment she knew that she would fail her upcoming exams. It’d be hard not spend the entirety of Christmas locked in the suit.