MY RUBBER, PVC AND LEATHER MACKINTOSH FETISH Part 24

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MY RUBBER, PVC AND LEATHER MACKINTOSH FETISH Part 24

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My immediate boss was a very successful but serious woman. All the work I did for her seemed to be good, which was a relief. I have to go to London and I need you to accompany me next week, she said. It will be for two days only.
Every day, before we went we researched the plot, the proposed actors, the locations and of course the budget.
We arrived in London on a very warm summer’s day, checked into the hotel and made all the necessary phone calls for tomorrow’s meetings.
Let’s eat and have a drink she said later. I changed into my blue jean skirt and a lovely blue PVC jacket. My boss was still in her frumpy business suit.
We enjoyed dinner, discussed a little bit more about the way tomorrow could go, finished the wine, had a drink at the hotel bar then retired upstairs to our separate rooms. Come on in for a final night cap, she said to me.
She poured drinks from the mini bar walked over to me and kissed me firmly on the lips.
You can go very far in this organisation, she whispered, touching my breasts.
What do I have to do? I asked innocently.
Just make me very happy tonight. Take off all your clothes but keep your PVC jacket on I love it.
She touched me again.
Help me off with my clothes. She said. Soon she was naked in front of me, quite plump but not unattractive. Kiss my breasts. I did and she began to react. She sat on the bed and touched my pussy. I was already becoming damp with excitement. Lay down she told me. I did and she leant across and bit my nipples hard. I gasped at the pain. She laughed a little then went down on me licking feverishly and groaning with intense pleasure.
I cried out as I finally orgasmed.
She rolled me over and severely smacked my bottom. I cried out she placed her hand over my mouth and continued to smack me.
She pulled me up into a sitting position and pushed her pussy into my face. Lick me, she commanded. I dare not refuse. It was my boss offering me a better future in the company.
Eventually she came. She was still standing and breathing very heavily. She pulled me up to a standing position and kissed me so tenderly I couldn’t believe the difference in her.
See you in the morning my love. She said. I put on my skirt, picked up my things and scurried off to my room totally confused.
The next day went as planned and was successful for our company. We had a drink back at our hotel. What do you plan to do with me tonight? I asked purposefully hoping she was going to have some fun with me again. My bottom was still a bit sore but I wanted more.
Nothing at all. Just wait for tomorrow afternoon.
We had a quick final meeting at our hotel in the morning then we went back to our rooms. I packed very quickly and went with my luggage to her room. Check out is 2pm she said. Take off your clothes but leave your boots on and lets have some fun, then we can go for a walk before our train at six.
We played with each other’s breasts and I kissed her between her legs until she was very moist and cried out for more.
After a final drink from the mini bar we stopped and she went across to her wardrobe and took out an off-white cotton, rubber backed, trench coat. The sort you generally see at horse race meetings. Put this on my dear.
Mmm, she said. That looks very sexy. Pull the belt very tight. I did as I was told and I began to smell the intoxicating rubber aroma. She buttoned the collar tightly up to my neck. I looked at myself in the long mirror and thought I looked pretty sexy especially with my tall boots.
Why am I wearing this just before we leave the hotel?
She smiled mischievously, I have just a couple of amendments for you, she said. She placed a small padlock close to my neck which made opening the mac impossible from the top and another on the belt eyelets so that I could not open or adjust the belt either.
Now what happens? I asked.
We are going for a walk, come back for the luggage, then go to Kings Cross for 6pm.
But it’s a hot summer’s day out there.
Yes, you’re going to sweat and melt for me this afternoon my darling. I will release you in Manchester tonight.
We went out and along the Thames embankment. I received a few curious looks from tourists in T-shirts and shorts. I began to feel hot and bothered as we walked together. I could feel sweat trickling down my back, from under my boobs and down my legs. The rubber lining kept the perspiration inside next to my skin and not damaging the white outside of the mac.
We sat down on a bench in a secluded area. How are you? She asked.
I am absolutely drenched. Why are you doing this to me?
You will find out later. She produced a handkerchief and dried the tops of my legs, without anyone observing and kissed me on my cheek.
We carried walking further, she took lots of photographs of me in the mac and boots.
I need to pee. I said.
No, you must hold it in. Another hour went by and I was bursting. Please, I begged.
There was a small little park with benches and a few people sat feeding birds and taking in the views. Just lean against a bench and let it go. I’ll take some lovely photographs of you.
What the hell am I doing here I thought as my hot pee ran down my legs and into the grass. She continued to take photographs and nobody took any notice of us at all.
We went to the hotel, then Kings Cross Station and caught the train to Manchester.
At least, as we sat side by side in first class she ran her handkerchief up the inside of my legs again. From Manchester we took her car straight to her home, a large detached house in its own grounds.
We rushed upstairs to her bathroom, she ripped off her clothes then took the padlocks off my mac and finally unbuttoned it. Her lips tasted my sweaty nipples, my whole body was slippery with sweat. I must have been over six hours locked inside that rubber lined mackintosh. She went down tasting my sweat, rubber and pee flavoured pussy. I couldn’t hold myself any longer my hot pee gushed out down my booted legs and on to her face and into her mouth.
She cried out in ecstasy. She pulled me into her bedroom, finally ripped the sticky rubber lined mac off me and enclosed her head with the mac, rubber side down licking and sucking.
I placed my head between her legs and began to force my tongue into her. I lifted my arms up and pressed down on the mac smothering her mouth and nose.
She writhed with pleasure and screamed out when her orgasm hit the painful finale.
I moved up and lay on top of her with the mac in-between us. Her heavy breathing gradually subsided and I released her head from the rubber prison she had made for herself.
Eventually we composed ourselves and showered and went to bed tired and contented.
What happens to the mac? I asked the next morning over coffee.
I have a specialist cleaner for it. I make use of the mac only four or five times a year she said with a wry smile.
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Re: MY RUBBER, PVC AND LEATHER MACKINTOSH FETISH Part 24

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Beautifully written and very exciting......Many Thanks
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