Lick the Seam

The catsuit was already on her when he knocked.

Vera opened the door in black latex and nothing else that mattered. Thirty-nine. The rubber held her tits and shone under the hall light. A zip ran from her throat to her cunt and stopped, open, two inches short of modest. Niall stared at that gap and forgot the bottle in his hand.

"In," she said. "Shoes off. Don't touch yet."

He was forty-one and had been buying gloves from her for a year before he asked for this. She had named the price, the hour, and the word. Red. He had repeated it back without making a joke.

Vera turned. The latex creaked. "On your knees. I want your mouth on the rubber before you get any skin."

Niall went down. The floor was cold. She stepped in until the open zip was level with his mouth. He could smell her, and the sweet chemical smell of the suit, and the mix of the two made his cock strain against his trousers.

"Lick the seam," she said.

He did. Tongue along the metal teeth, then the shiny edge where rubber met her. Vera's hand landed in his hair. Not gentle.

"Again. Slower. I want to hear it."

The latex squeaked under his mouth. He licked until the rubber was wet and then found the bare inch of her cunt and licked that too. Vera hissed.

"There. Stay on the rubber and the clit. Don't put your fingers in until I say."

He obeyed. She rocked against his mouth, the suit tight across her hips, the zip biting his lip when he got greedy. Niall groaned into her. She pulled his head in and came like that, standing, one heel lifted, latex creaking with every shake.

"Up. Trousers off. I want you leaking before I decide where you go."

He stripped. His cock was flushed, already wet at the head. Vera looked at it and smiled with no kindness in it.

"Hands behind you."

She took him in a gloved fist. The rubber dragged. Niall's knees nearly went. She stroked him once, twice, then slapped his cock lightly against the shiny crotch of the suit.

"You come when the rubber says. Not before."

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes, Vera. I'll wait."

She turned, bent over the arm of the sofa, and reached back to pull the zip wider. The suit stayed on. Her cunt was bare in a frame of black latex. Niall made a sound he would have been embarrassed by anywhere else.

"In," she said. "And keep one hand on the rubber. I want to feel you grabbing it."

He pushed in. The stretch made her curse. Latex squeaked under his palm as he held her hip and fucked her. The suit did not come off. That was the point. Every thrust shoved her into the sofa and made the rubber shift over her tits. Vera told him harder. He gave it. The room filled with the sound of skin, rubber, and her voice telling him not to finish yet.

"Touch my clit. Glove's in the bowl. Put it on."

He found the glove, dragged it on with his teeth almost, and rubbed her while he stayed buried. The latex on his fingers and the latex on her body and his cock in the only bare place she had allowed. Vera came again, sudden, clamping down. Niall lasted three more strokes and spilled deep, forehead on the shiny spine of the suit, hand still fisted in rubber.

They stayed there. The zip had warmed.

"Leave the glove," she said. "You'll want it next time. I don't wash the crotch panel unless you ask me to."

She made him wait with his cock out and his hands on his thighs while she walked to the drawer. The second glove was red. She pulled it on slowly, finger by finger, and came back to stand over him.

"Open your mouth."

He opened. She fed him two red fingers, rubber tasting of talc and her cunt, and he sucked them until she was satisfied. Then she slapped his cock with the gloved hand, light, a warning.

"You grab the suit. You do not come until I have. If you get close you say so."

"I'll say so."

Vera turned the sofa cushion, bent lower, and looked back through her hair. The open zip framed her. Niall lined up and pushed in to the hilt. She swore. He held a fistful of latex at her hip and fucked her in long strokes that made the rubber shout. Every time he slowed she told him not to be polite. Every time he sped up the suit creaked and her tits shifted inside it.

"Glove on my clit. Now."

He rubbed her through the edge of the zip and over the bare swell of her, rubber on skin, and she came with her forehead on the sofa arm, pulsing around him. Niall gritted his teeth and stayed still because she had not said he could finish.

"Good," she said, breathless. "Now you can."

Niall laughed, wrecked.

They did not stop at the sofa. Vera walked him to the bedroom with the glove still on his cock, a red leash of rubber, and made him stand at the foot of the bed while she lay back and opened the zip the rest of the way. The catsuit stayed. Her cunt was framed in black. She crooked a finger.

"Again. Mouth first. I want the rubber wet before you put it back in."

Niall licked the seam until it shone, then licked her until she grabbed the sheet. When she said now he pushed in and fucked her with the red glove on her clit and his other hand fisted in the suit at her waist. The latex sang. Vera came a third time with her heel in his back and told him to finish on the rubber, not in her. He pulled out and came across the shiny stomach of the suit, stripe after stripe, and she looked down at it like a job well done.

"Leave it," she said. "I'll wear the mess to the door when you go. You can think about that on the stairs."

"I'm not asking," he said.