Sex and Latex

By Charlie B.

Six tales glorifying the wearing of rubber during sex, each very different in its location and character's but all filled with different garb ranging from, tight briefs to cat suits and sensually tight dresses, thigh high boots and tall heels to semi naked corsets and other items that are worn by these lusty lovers as they throw themselves into each scenario covered in latex.

Reynard hired for a night of lust by a gaggle of lusty women, his rippling muscles and other attributes raising their lust high.

Young college girls Lindy and Katie, perving on their neighbour and learning how exciting it is to wear latex for the first time.

When Robert sees Karin for the first time he knows where this :Latex fashion shoot is going to end up, he's right but it goes a lot further than he expected.

Freda Von Stern is one of the most exciting women in Germany, Blonde, devastatingly sexy and covered in rubber, she is the star of a depraved party, but in the second chapter she I invited to an initiation ceremony for a latex loving society that will be quite epic

Finally Melody, whose night with her latest lover turns into a latex fuelled threesome that she will never forget.

Six novella's that will open your mind up to the joys of 'Sex and Latex loving.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Feb 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311355072

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl!For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short storyCommecial finished, please read on!I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex!Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not.Ah, but I hear you guys saying , ‘what about us?Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there’s a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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SEX AND LATEX

SMASHWORDS EDITION

CHARLIE B.

(Six different stories whose main theme is latex)

CONTENTS

1. VENTURING INTO THE VIXENS DEN.

2. THE NEIGHBOUR LIKES LATEX

3. KARIN GREY

4. FREDA VON STERN, PART 1

5. FREDA VON STERN. PART 2. THE INITIATION

6. THE SEXY GREEN DRESS

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1. VENTURING INTO THE VIXENS DEN.

Reynard stood up and checked himself over in the full-length mirror fixed to his bedroom wall. He ran his hands through his thick dark hair, then passed them over the black, highly polished, latex singlet that hugged his muscular chest so tightly. His flat stomach is smooth and naked, rippling slightly as he breathes in and out. His piercing gaze runs lower and he smiles at his reflection as he sees the thick outline of his hard, swollen cock in the mirror He runs a hand along the prominent length, gasping at the contact, despite it being his own fingers, as he slid them over the well-defined shape of his swollen knob, shuddering slightly as he thought of the nights fun to come.

He’d used the vacuum pump to stretch his seven-inch prick to even bigger dimensions, the action enlarging his weapon until it nearly filled the glass tube, then he’d slipped a cock ring around the base of his dick to keep it up. Now it was so hard that he can feel the constant surge of excitement that rippled right up from his shaved balls to the tip of his uncircumcised prick. His muscular body gleams with the light oil that he’s rubbed into it, tanned skin glowing under the room’s bright lights as he brushes his thick dark hair back with his free hand once again.

The women who had booked him for their evening’s entertainment had evidently clubbed together, all five of them agreeing to pay the high fee he’d demanded in order to put on the raunchy show he had planned for them on this night.

Roxanne, the voluptuous, redheaded thirty-eight year old leader of this voracious pack of sexually depraved vixens had put the idea forward when he’d last visited her for some earlier latex fun, and what a ball-draining evening that had turned out to be.

‘Look,’ she’d pressed, ‘you need the money, and my friends are rich. They want to see a show, they want to see something new and exciting and they want to get well fucked too,’ she’d told him.

‘So, go see male strippers, surely that’s excitement enough for you?’

‘No, not this time. There’s a grand in cash in it for you, enough to clear your debts, and if they like you, they’ll add a generous tip, so think about it Reynard. It’s not like we’re asking you to do something you haven’t done before.’

He’d turned the idea over in his head for a few days, then the pressure had been applied, the threats had been made to make the payments he owed and as his dick was his most prized possession, and one he needed to hang on to; and because these were men who didn’t mess about when they were owed money, he had finally agreed. Called her and said he’d do it.

She’d clapped her hands with excitement, then a few days later various brand new shiny smooth latex outfits, sent from her, had arrived for him to choose from. Different tops and shorts, some with built in butt plugs, others with moulded cock extensions that his own weapon would fit into, albeit his big dick might stretch the latex quite a bit, and all coloured black or red. She’d also sent a pair of strappy boots, told him to wear them as well and then she’d given him the details of the venue and the date. An upmarket address or Ramada Avenue, a classy part of the city, and told him to expect a car to arrive at 8pm sharp.

So now the time was drawing closer, his excitement was rising higher and his damn prick was bursting with expectation as he finally sprayed his body with a sensual male cologne that left it gleaming, before brushing his hair one last time and then sitting down to set his feet into the heavy boots that reached up to near his knees.

Reynard was now more than ready. He grabbed his coat, a long leather one, slipped it over his shoulders then jumped slightly as his door-phone rang. Time to go. The car is waiting as he leaves his apartment building, the air now feeling colder as the night draws in, a touch of snow on the outer city breeze. He waved the driver back into the vehicle and climbed into a rear seat, thankful for the heaters which blew out their warming air. Settling back he closes his eyes and then nearly leaps out of his skin as a hand rises up between his legs and grab his balls.

Hey, fuck, what the hell….?

Shush, not so loud. Hang on I’ll opaque the windows.

Reynard, glances down between his thighs and meets the gaze of a rather attractive young lady who is seemingly enjoying her blatant fondling of his balls in the seclusion of the cars dark interior. She wears a cat-woman mask to obscure most of her facial features, if not her pony-tailed, blonde hair.

That’s better, hmm, these are fucking big, let’s try a bit higher up, she purrs as her hand begins to slide over the tautly-stretched latex that covers his now, semi-hard tool.

Oh dear, cold night, I guess I’ll just have to rub a bit harder then,

What? Who are you? What’s going on? Dammit sneaking up on a guy. Do you always grab a guy’s dick like this?

If I can, I overheard Ma saying you were quite a hunk and she was so right. Oh great it’s really getting hard now.

You’re Ma. She sent you to do this?

Don’t be silly, of course not. I told you, I heard her talking, arranging her dirty night’s entertainment with her friends, and so I sneaked away. Thought I’d check you out in person. Oh fuck, you do have a big cock don’t you?

Reynard still couldn’t see much of the young woman who is working her fingers over his rearing weapon so effectively; he also wonders out aloud about the latex clothing she is wearing.

I like it, it makes me horny; anyway it’s quite suitable for this sneaky stuff don’t you think?

He grins at her answer then surmises that she is obviously lying down low in the car so as not to arouse any suspicion of her presence by the driver. Obviously, the window between the front seats and the man is not tinted. She adds a second hand to the first, this one working over his now, fully engorged, hard twitching cock while the other continues to fondle his encased balls. Despite his obvious surprise he’s decided that having some hot chick fondle his package while travelling by limo was actually an experience worth savouring.

Can I get it out? she mutters as her tongue runs up the length of his hidden cock in a long, wet swipe to leave a trail of saliva on the shiny latex.

Not really that easy, erm, wearing these,….. Say, what’s your name?

Miranda. Oh come on, just a little peek.

Then she somehow peels back the top of his shorts so that his swollen cock length springs free, the few top bulging inches of his rampant, pale flesh trapped against his flat stomach. Her fingers immediately close over the shiny head of his prick, rubbing and sliding over straining flesh as she coos softly with delight.

Hey, stop that, we don’t have time.

Yes we do, let me kiss it?

Reynard thought his dick would explode as her soft lips ran over his throbbing tools, distended surface. She sucks gently at his surging cock, her tongue slurping greedily at its velvety head as she continues to grope his balls in her slim, flexing fingers.

Not now, damn we must be there. Is this your place?

Oh shit, better be going. Guess I might catch you later, that’s if you can still get it up, she giggles before sliding down onto the floor of the