Maitresse And the City Part 2: The Hospital

Rob shows up again, still broken and twitching from yesterday. I strap him down fast, no warm-up. Latex seals around his body like wet skin, sucking every inch flat, arms useless at his sides. Only his cock and balls hang free through the hole, already leaking. I slap the head once, hard, watch it bounce. He grunts inside the mask. I let him breathe in the smell of my cunt while the dildo gag sits fat on his tongue, then I straddle his face and ride the rubber until spit runs down my thighs. Every time his hips jerk, the vac-bed tightens another fraction. I work the prostate with two gloved fingers, slow circles, then sudden jabs, until clear fluid drools in long strings and he whines like an animal. I edge him right to the edge, stop, slap, edge again. When he finally shoots it’s weak, ruined, pooling on the latex instead of shooting. I leave him there, sealed, sticky, twitching, breathing the same air he just polluted.