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Lewis craned his head upwards to see what she meant, grinning as he watched his mom tugging the skirt of the latex dress up over her thighs, bringing her bare sex into view. He focused on the slit as it glistened with her desire, dripping its rich fluid onto his hard-on. Without realising it, Lewis had discovered a craving he just couldn't resist indulging, not when it was so agonisingly close.

Martha lowered her hips in a very deliberate manner, stopping just as the tip of Lewis's organ was nestled between her lower lips, further coating it with her feminine fluids. "I see you're no longer concerned about anyone interrupting us? Excellent, but I think my patient ready for the final remedy, and it will require a lot of energy from the both of us. I want you to place your hands on my waist and guide me down, take me the way you want to!"

"But what about protection?" Lewis asked, ignoring the primal voice that celebrated the thought of sliding his bare cock into his mom's still fertile body.

"Look at me," Martha traced her hands down her breasts and stomach, pulling on the latex and letting it snap back into place. "I think we have more than enough rubber as it is. Remember, Nurse O'Sullivan is here for your pleasure, and nothing shall come between that."

Lewis nodded and lifted his hands wrapping his around his mother's stunningly narrow waist, forcing himself to ignore the dull pain in his leg as he took a firm grip of the rubbery material that hugged her tight body. Gradually, he brought her body downwards, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock sinking into her pussy bit by bit, savouring the texture of her velvety walls and they contracted around him. Within an excruciatingly long minute, Lewis managed to embed his cock as deep as possible within his mother's sex, stuck in a state of disbelief as he bottomed out fully.

"Fuck me, that feels fantastic!" Lewis exhaled.

"Language! I may be your nurse right at this moment, but I'm still your mother," Martha warned with a teasing smile, circling a finger around Lewis's chest. "How does it feel, Lewis? You've just planted your cock deep inside your mom, bareback I might add."

"It's beyond anything I've ever felt before!" Lewis confessed, staring up at the single most important woman in his life, astounded by the situation they found themselves in. "You look so sexy in that outfit. Do you have anything else like it?"

"Already looking towards the next event?" Martha shook with mirth, gasping as she began to rotate her hips, feeling Lewis's cock brushing against her sensitive walls. Her fingers threaded through her luxuriant blonde hair, teasing it as she brought her body crashing down upon Lewis's groin. "I don't think I'll say, it will be a surprise for later on."

Lewis sighed in relief, hoping that their illicit encounter wasn't just a one off experience. "So, you want to do this again?" Lewis prodded, bucking his hips as he attempted to meet his mother's frantic pace, suddenly aware of the bed beginning to groan from the stress.

Martha curved her spine as she rose up, squealing as a shattering orgasm rushed through her, her fluids dripped down to the sheets. "So eager, Lewis? This was supposed to be a purely therapeutic act, to help my champion recover as soon as possible. Then again, who am I to deny you?"

Lewis pawed at her breasts, hissing when he was able to slip the latex cups down and release her mounds, feeling the soft flesh compress against his fingers. His thrusting became so powerful that his lower body lifted away from the bed completely with each and every thrust, even managing to lift Martha herself up in spite of her own body crashing down. Their bodies thrashed together in a senseless mating ritual, never letting their locked eyes divert away, constantly reminding one another of just who they were making passionate love to.

Lewis undulated his hips vigorously, using his one good leg to provide him with an extra means of pummeling his mom's inviting pussy. But after just a few minutes of intense thrusting, he could feel his body starting to give out, suffering from the effects of the taxing day he had endured. He knew his orgasm was imminent, his fingers pressed into the latex moulded to his mother's body. "I have to...I can't keep going!"

"Then don't. Your body has already been through a lot today, don't try and push it," Martha said in a comforting manner, caressing Lewis's cheek with her hand as she felt a familiar pulsating against her walls. "Wouldn't it feel so good to cum inside your attentive nurse? Just let go, let me feel what you have all nice and stored up in these swollen testicles!"

The thought of inseminating his mom was enough to send Lewis over the edge, rising up high enough to lift Martha up from the bed, crying out as he came. Powerful spurts sent his boiling cum funnelling into his mother's tight hole, filling her to the brim, covering her beautiful walls with his viscous fluid. Aggressively pounding into her, raw instinct took over and made him grab onto Martha, pulling her in as tightly as achievable without hurting her, spraying the remaining ropes of cum into her cervical channels. Exhaustion overcame him once he was finished, forcing him to crash back on the bed, taking heaving breaths as he dragged his mother down with him. The couple's matching blue eyes connected, both displaying a certain shyness that had been all but absent during their incestuous mating.

"Are you okay, Lewis?" Martha caressed her son's cheek with her cherry-red acrylic nails, instantly morphing back into her motherly state, despite having her son's determined swimmers swirling earnestly around her cervix. "I didn't hurt your leg, did I?"

Lewis glanced over to the cast and shook his head, not wanting to worry his mom, only picking up a dull twinge. "It's fine, it was aching like crazy before, but it seems like a certain nurse may have discovered the cure. What about you? You don't regret doing it, do you?"

Martha laughed quietly snaking her hand downwards to bring her fingers to her slit, feeling warm sperm already trickling out of her as she hoisted herself off of Lewis's shrinking organ. "If it even slightly helped to lift your spirits, then there isn't one moment of it that I regret. Besides, you should have seen the other outfits that I found at my favourite new store, talk about a treasure trove."

"Maybe I will," Lewis replied with a hungry look as his mom climbed off the bed, finding her footing with the exotic heels, wishing he could pull her back and plunge his cock into her again. "Like you said, with dad being away in Canda for the week and Samantha at school for most of the day, anything could happen. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see this incredible body squeezed into every latex outfit you can get your hands on."

"Well, in that case, I might have to go on a bit of a shopping spree. Almost two weeks alone with such an insatiable young man around the house? Gosh, I think you might just wear me out, a forty year old is meant to slow down at this stage in her life," Martha smikred, leaning over to give her worn out lover a caring kiss on his cheek, looking meaningfully into his eyes. "But flirtation aside, I want you to take it easy and stick to the doctor's orders, okay?"

Lewis rolled his eyes playfully as he tugged his sweatpants back into place, still in utter disbelief that the stunner that was his mother was all his, even if it was a temporary arrangement. Or so he thought. "Don't worry, I will."

"Brilliant," Martha stood upright and dragged her skirt back into place, though it didn't hide the trail of her son's virile semen beginning to roll down the insides of her milky-white thighs. "Because if you truly want to keep up with me for the duration of our arrangement, then you need to be in tip-top condition. Now, I'll be back in a while, dinner should be ready in an hour, I'll bring it up to you."

"And after that?" Lewis inquired, positively addicted to the sight of her incredible body as it strutted away from him. "You know, once we're done with dinner."

"After that?" Martha twirled on the spot and kicked her latex-clad leg back, aware of her skirt as it rode up her thighs once again, much to the delight of Lewis. "Honey, you're going to fuck me in every conceivable way until neither of us can muster up the energy to get out of bed. By the tims we're finished, you're going to know every inch of my body better than the back of your hand, and I guarantee you that nothing will be off limits until that leg is finally healed. How's that sound?"

"Like someone smiled down on me and made all my dreams come true at once," Lewis breathed in reverence, wondering how he could go about thanking the one who was responsible for causing his injury. He listened to her walking along the corridor, filling his mind with ideas of what he would do once she was back in bed with him. "Hurry back...Nurse O'Sullivan!"

Data Entry Pt. 05

Kristy Belle woke up on the floor of Master's office. At first, she slowly blinked and stretched, the previous experience still fresh in her mind.

Then it hit her. It was fuzzy, but she'd just sucked her boss' cock while the company's head of HR had ate out her pussy and played with her butt plug. And she was "dressed" in latex, with her tits hanging out, supported by a corset that was forcing her waist into an hourglass. And, despite a lack of pressure or any marks, her tits ached. To top it off, she wasn't Kristy Belle, she was Kristy Belle!

Suddenly, her mind was in an infinite feedback loop where she knew she wasn't Kristy Belle, but the only other option was that she was Kristy Belle. Then she realized why. Reaching out, she picked her glasses up off the floor.

She smiled as the sense of wrongness floated away in a pink cloud. She stood up and stretched. Then she ran her gloved hands through her long red hair to straighten it out and smoothed her pleated skirt enough for it to nominally cover her pussy and ass. She wanted to take care of the ache in her cunt, but she had work to do.

She was wondering what exactly what exactly the work was when Miss Simmons came in. Kristy didn't notice it, but Miss Simmons' normal imperiousness was slightly undermined by a red flush of embarrassment. "Ah, good, you're awake," the HR lady said. "Follow me."

As Miss Simmons strode away, Kristy hurried after, making sure to sway her hips in as professional a manner as possible. Falling a step behind her superior, she asked, "Was... was Master pleased with my performance?"

"Yes," Miss Simmons said, summoning an elevator. "He was very pleased."

A little thrill shot through Kristy, but it was cut short by something in Miss Simmons' tone. Worried, Kristy hesitantly asked, "...Were you not pleased with my performance, Miss Simmons?"

"No," Miss Simmons said, her face becoming even more red. "I have no complaints with your performance, Kristy."

The elevator dinged open after a long pause. Miss Simmons stepped in and Kristy followed. Miss Simmons pressed one of the buttons to the basement and the elevator began to head down. When they reached what seemed to be a sub-basement, Miss Simmons stepped out into some sort of service corridor, and, without a backwards glance, motioned for Kristy to follow.

Kristy did so and they quickly came to a small, padded room insufficiently lit by industrial fluorescent lights. There, in the center, was a sybian with two large dildos on it. A small metal pole with attached armbinders rose up behind. Kristy's mouth fell open, and her cunt began to flood. She didn't know how she knew, but this was The Real Thing.

Miss Simmons smirked at her reaction. "Please, Miss Belle," the HR lady said, "have a seat."

First, though, Kristy had to remove her plug. Using the sybian to steady herself, she bent over. Slowly, fighting her own sphincter, she pulled out the plug. She paused for a moment, gasping with the pleasure of the release and the effort of removing it. Instantly, she felt empty and wanted it back in.

Recognizing that there was something better right in front of her, she straddled the sybian, slowly easing herself onto the protrusions, moaning as she did so. When both her cunt and ass were properly filled, Miss Simmons began strapping her in.

First, Kristy's arms were secured in the armbinder. Then, chains were clipped on to the buckles of her corset. Finally, her thighs and ankles were strapped in. Kristy struggled against her bonds, not to escape them, but to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. She quickly realized she could really only roll her hips and turn her head. Even better was the mix of contempt and adoration on Miss Simmons' face.

"Now, now," the HR rep said, as Kristy struggled, "you'll need to stay put for just a bit more. No sense orgasming until the feed starts."

"Yes, Miss Simmons," Kristy panted.

Miss Simmons smiled as she walked over to the wall and pulled down an armature-mounted hose. Where the metal arms ended, there was a flared hard plastic rim like the head of a cock. Kristy's eyes widened in anticipation. This, this right here was the Real Thing. This was what she'd been training for. The only thing that even came close to Master's cock.

Eagerly, she leaned her head forwards, straining against her bonds, her mouth opened to show it was salivating.

Miss Simmons noticed this and laughed. "Somebody's eager," she said with a mocking grin. She slowed down the deployment of the feeding armature. Eventually, though, it was at Kristy's mouth. Slowly, gently, Miss Simmons lifted the clear plastic tube at the end of the armature and threaded it down Kristy's throat. The tube slid halfway down Kristy's throat, stopping when the penis-like head of the armature was pressed tightly against her throat clitoris.

Smiling at Kristy's moaning, Miss Simmons then began to buckle the device to Kristy's head like a gag. Kristy supposed that's exactly what the device was, a gag. She moaned in pleasure at the thought. She was bound and gagged exactly as a slutty, professional data entry specialist like herself was supposed to be.

The door opened again. In walked Master and Tim from the office supply store. "So Kristy's doing well, I see?" Tim asked, his face calm except for his wide eyes. He then turned and saw Miss Simmons. "Ah. I forgot. Angela."

"No," Master said, "not anymore, remember?"

"Master," Miss Simmons asked, her face becoming red again, "why is

he

here?"

"Mr Richards is an important business ally," Master said, "and the... containment breach yesterday could have negatively impacted him." Master walked over to Kristy to stroke her tit. She shuddered. Master smiled, adding, "I thought we should show him the problem was resolved."

Tim stared as Kristy struggled as best she could to arch her back so Master could grope her tits. As she moaned with pleasure and desperate need through the gag, Tim said with forced casualness, "She's enjoying this, I see."

"She is," Master said. Tim turned to leave, but Master stopped him. "Oh, Tim, before you go... I know you agreed to this, but I feel bad about taking Victoria from you now that she's agreeable."

"I really don't care, Alan," Tim said. "I just don't want to see Angela ever again." From her position by the wall, Miss Simpson made a sound to indicate that the feeling was mutual.

Master smiled. "I told you before, Tim," he said, "that's not Doctor Angela Parker. That's Victoria Simpson, and I can prove it to you." His smile grew more malevolent. "Do you want her to suck your dick?"

Miss Simpson's face went red, and Tim's eyes went wide. "I..." he said.

After waiting politely for Tim to finish, Master said, "Look, I'm not into cuckolding, that was something Angela did to hurt you. I want you to enjoy the person who replaced her." When Tim didn't respond, his internal conflict obvious, Master said, "Do you want her to enjoy it? Or do you want her to hate it? Because she'll hate how much she'll enjoy it."

That decided it for Tim. "Yes." He said this with only a moment's hesitation.

Master smiled. "Miss Simpson," he said, "activate the feed. Then come over here and suck Mr Richard's cock."

Miss Simpson's face went bright red with embarrassment as she pressed some buttons. Then, she began walking over to Tim.

Master stopped her. "No," he said. "On your hands and knees. Like the good little kitten you are."

Kristy didn't notice much of this, though. The buttons Miss Simpson had pressed had caused both the dildos and the tube down her mouth to start vibrating, as well as a sludge to begin to be pumped through the tube directly into her stomach. The vibrations were driving her crazy, blanking out her mind. But, like with her last meeting with Master, she couldn't cum.

Until, suddenly, she could. Her cry was muffled by the tube in her and her vision went dark. In response, the rate of paste being pumped into her stomach rapidly increased. She felt herself go through almost half a dozen orgasms in what felt like seconds as the floodgates opened. As wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her, her body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head like she was having a seizure. She was in heaven.

Then it stopped. Panting through her feed-gag, Kristy collapsed as much as the restraints let her. The feed-gag switched from the paste to an electrolyte replenishing solution. Oddly, strange images and lines of text began to flow in front of her eyes, as if documents were burned into her mind. But she didn't care. What she'd experienced was beyond words.

As she recovered, Master gently lifted her chin and leaned to look her in the eye. "Did that feel good?" he asked with a smirk. Kristy moaned in satisfaction through the gag. Even without it, she wasn't sure she'd have been able to speak. Her Master laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black collar with a shiny metal loop. Attached to the loop was an employee badge with her picture, employee number, and the name "Kristi Belle."

Oh,

Kristi thought,

I've been spelling my name wrong in my head all this time.

She giggled at that.

How silly.

Master smiled at her. "Well, Kristi," he said, "your probationary period is over." He then fixed the collar around her neck. The cool latex seemed custom fit to her neck, squeezing tightly to constantly remind her she was owned. She sighed in pleasure at the thought. Master stood back to admire her. After a brief pause, he said, "Welcome to the team."

The Cock Whisperer Ch. 01

In her last year of high school, Bella Cross had watched her father fall into a vat of unknown chemicals as it was struck by a bolt of magical lightning. Miraculously, he'd received only superficial burns, but he'd been pretty bummed about not getting superpowers from the event. That, alongside the normal reasons, of course, was why she hadn't told him when she'd spontaneously developed super speed a month later and started using it to fight crime.

As it would turn out, being able to move so fast that time stood still was an insanely strong power and once she'd sorted out a name and costume, it had only taken the new superheroine Bullet six weeks to run all the gangs out of town and put their leaders in prison. The mayor had formally thanked her, she'd been named Lessertown's official protector, and from that point, the vigilante lifestyle had become... boring. With no gangs left, the crime rate had plummeted and muggings had become so rare that most of her patrol time had been taken up by getting cats out of trees. After a while, she'd put the costume down and just not picked it back up. Even when she'd moved to Grand City for university, the local heroes had everything under control so well that she'd decided just to focus on her courses.

It wasn't until she was researching for a Superhero Studies essay that she even thought about her brief stint in the role. Her assignment was to find a local villain and write about the effect they'd had on the community, so she'd been looking through old newspaper articles when she'd spotted one about a villain called the Lady, and her interest had been piqued. The woman in the picture was blonde, wearing a red dress that looked to be made of latex, red lipstick, a fur coat and a chunky gold ruby necklace resting on her considerable chest. Her face was obscured by an embroidered domino mask, and the article was twenty years old, but as she found more articles with pictures from different angles, Bella grew increasingly certain that the Lady looked very similar to Mrs. Oswald, the widow who lived on the edge of her home town. She couldn't be certain, but... Mrs. Oswald was the right age. Searching for the most recent article, she found that the Lady had broken out of prison sixteen years ago and never been found, and Mrs. Oswald had moved to town when Bella was a child, to get away from the city after her husband passed. The more she looked, the harder it was to ignore how well the pieces fit, and the idea of bringing in a villain who'd escaped justice was definitely appealing.

A smile creeping onto her face, Bella noted down everything she could find on the Lady and decided to visit home that weekend.

The Lady had flown under the radar for the first year of her villain career, considered a minor annoyance who would occasionally hypnotise a jewellery store owner to hand over his entire stock, but never caused enough of a disturbance for a major hero to come after her. That had changed when she hypnotised a hero to act as muscle for her in a turf war and didn't let him go afterwards; Madam Hyperbole herself had flown in to make sure she was locked away, and she hadn't resurfaced after breaking out.

Instead, she'd moved to a small town and gone into hiding until, Bullet thought with a smirk, the local heroine had uncovered her through sheer dumb luck.

Was about to uncover her, she corrected. She still needed to get evidence beyond a resemblance so the courts would take the case seriously. Hence why she was hiding in the hedges surrounding Mrs. Oswald's house, waiting for her to leave. She wasn't worried about being seen from the street; the house was at the end of a long private road. She could probably have a protracted fight here without anyone in town hearing anything, and the grey of her costume blended into shadows pretty well. Grey to match her namesake, with black boots, gloves and mask matching her hair as well as black underwear worn over her tights in the traditional superhero fashion. Putting it on again had reminded her how good the latex felt when it hugged her curves. Maybe she should make this a regular thing again, after she'd dealt with the current situation.

Movement from the house drew her attention, and she watched as the garage door opened and Mrs. Oswald backed her car out. Showtime.

Waiting until the garage door was almost closed, she activated her speed and shot through the narrowing gap, too fast to be seen even if Mrs. Oswald had still been looking that way. Straightening up, she brushed away a leaf that had stuck to the icon on her generous chest: a pair of bullets in the shape of a capital B. Once again, her power made problems trivial, and it was with a smirk on her face that she strode into the house proper. Making her way upstairs, it didn't take long to find the bedroom and start searching the drawers, but a cursory search turned up nothing incriminating. No false bottoms in the drawers, nothing hidden in the wardrobe. She even tried checking under the mattress, but the bedroom was a bust.

Figuring the next best place to store old supervillain paraphernalia would be the attic, she climbed the ladder and her eyes immediately fell on an old chest with a metal padlock. A quick trip to the garage to find a hammer made the problem look an awful lot like a nail and she tucked the broken lock into the waistband of her underwear before lifting the lid.

Two things of differing desirability greeted her. The first was a whiff of stale, dusty air that made her sneeze, the second was a sight that made her grin. A bundle of red latex lay in the chest acting as a cushion for a distinctive black domino mask and ruby necklace. Standing, she planned out how the arrest would go, before her head spun and her knees suddenly refused to hold her up.

It hadn't just been stale air.