There she was, under the STOP sign. The rubber-dressed prostitute Jay had heard about. She was known simply as "rubberwhore" -- and had become something of an urban legend in this town. She was always under a STOP sign -- but a different one every night. You could never predict where you might find her. Jay was purely lucky to see her at all.
He slowed his car and turned the wheel a bit, so as to catch her in his headlights. Even with the added illumination, she was difficult to see. Covered entirely in tight, black latex, head to toe. Well, the toe part was hard to tell, as she was wearing black ballet boots, the leather and crisscrossing laces rising all the way up to her knees. As Jay pulled closer, rubberwhore leaned back against the pole of the STOP sign, dropped down a little, and spread her knees apart. Just like he had heard, the movement caused the rings in her pussy, attached to the rubber suit, to pull her inner labia wide. Her exposed sex glistened, pink and wet, in the glare of the headlights.
Too good to pass up, Jay thought. He pulled the car over to the curb, pressed the button to roll down the passenger side window. He was going to buy her services for the night -- at home with his wife, for a three-way. If his wife had other plans... well, wifey would be the loser in this deal!
Through the open window, he watched rubberwhore stride slowly toward his car, balancing with perfect ease on the tips of her toes. She stopped, and leaned forward in a languid cat stretch that pushed her breasts in through the window. The lights of the car's dashboard controls reflected on her latex-covered tits, highlighting them with little dots and streaks of red, yellow, and green. Jay couldn't believe how huge they were, each one a separate globe. Her nipples protruded through little slits in the rubber, firm and thick, each one pierced with a stainless steel ring.
After giving him a good, long look, rubberwhore pulled back and gracefully bent forward so Jay could see her face. It was a mask of black rubber, with only her eyes and mouth visible. The mouth opened, a tongue licked once around the red lips, and then spoke two words: "Buy me."
Her voice was high, but throaty. Was she panting? Jay wasn't sure. He explained his plans, offered a price. She paused a moment, as if listening to something, then countered with another price -- much higher -- followed by a barely suppressed moan. Jay's cock leaped at that moan, and almost without thought he agreed to her offer. Rubberwhore insisted on being paid up front, in cash. Jay grumbled a bit at the inconvenience -- lucky for him, yesterday had been pay day. He rarely carried that much cash. He pulled out his wallet, counted out the bills. Rubberwhore took them, and slipped them into a kind of pocket in her black latex suit. She then pressed a seam closed, like on a plastic bag, sealing the money safely away. Jay filed that vision away for later... just in case.
In a fluid motion, rubberwhore opened the passenger door, sat down, closed it, and even clicked the seat belt into place. As Jay drove away from the curb, she reached over with one hand, and rested it on his thigh, near his cock. She hardly moved her hand, and yet somehow she stimulated his cock, rhythmically, all the way on the drive to his house.
* * * * * *
"Honey, I'm home!" Jay sang out, as he opened the front door. He walked into the entranceway and held the door, inviting rubberwhore in with a sweeping gesture of his other hand. She stepped gracefully over the threshold, and strode into the living room. Amazed she could do this without even looking down, Jay marveled at how much thinner she looked, now he could see her in the lighted room, instead of on the dark street. With her perfect carriage and the long boots, she looked so stretched and elongated -- like a wood sprite, a sylph -- though a very large-breasted one. Something magical. He closed the door and followed.
"Hello-o," his wife Gee called out from the kitchen. She walked into the living room, still drying her hands on a small towel, and caught sight of the tall, black latex figure standing next to Jay. "What is this?" she asked. Her attention was all on rubberwhore, but she glanced at her husband with that sideways look she always gave him when, just maybe, she wasn't going to like the answer.
Jay stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Gee, gave her a gentle hug, and whispered in her ear. "A treat for this evening. You... me... and her." He leaned back a little, so he could see Gee's face, to see if he'd pushed too far -- or just far enough.
"A threesome..." Gee replied, still looking at the shiny black sylph. She reached out one hand, to rubberwhore's shoulder, and slid her fingers slowly down to the elbow, feeling the smooth, cool surface. She paused a moment, taking in the masked face, immense breasts, the firm shiny legs. She looked down and saw thin trails of pussy juice, running down the firm, rubber coated thighs.
Jay hardly dared breathe, for what she might say next.
She turned to face him. "Do you want dinner first?" she asked. "Or shall we reheat it later?" Her hand at Jay's cock made it clear that food was not the first item on HER list.
* * * * *
Rubberwhore continued to stand -- panting, cunt dripping -- while the couple began to inspect their entertainment for the evening. Of course, they had no idea she was constantly being stimulated by the black rubber suit. A miracle of modern technology, it made tiny motions, delivered gentle electric pulses, to every part of rubberwhore's skin it covered. There were even tiny earphones, embedded in the headpiece, that delivered instructions and hypnotic suggestions into her deeply conditioned mind. And it was all controlled remotely by the computer belonging to rubberwhore's hypnotic dominatrix, MzDominica.
"That's right... my... rubber... slave..." MzDominica's voice sounded soft... sweet... seductive. "Just drift... right here..." Keeping rubberwhore's mind lightly tranced and fuzzy. "Feel the gentle fingertips of the black rubber suit, stroking everywhere on your skin... except for your dripping, empty pussy... except for your naked nipples, aching to stroked and sucked..." Ready to obey. Ready to do anything she was told. Ready for the special hypnotic trigger words that would force the display of her special talents.
* * * * *
The couple continued to talk, and to remove pieces of their own clothing, one by one, tossing them carelessly aside, while they examined and touched their shiny rubber toy. Gee had also made a quick trip to the bedroom, and brought back a few playthings that she wanted to try out. She dropped them into an easy chair, then returned to inspecting their rubber-clad visitor.
"Amazing, this latex coating," Gee said, as she ran one finger around rubberwhore's full, red lips. She was testing their softness, imagining how they'd feel against her pussy soon. She was looking to see if she could peel back the mask, even for a brief look. "There doesn't seem to be any edge. It doesn't separate from her face!"
Jay was already thinking about how those lips would feel wrapped around his cock. Almost absentmindedly, he answered, "I've heard about this stuff. Bonds to the skin -- doesn't come off for days, even as much as a fortnight." He couldn't believe how tiny the whore's waist was. He'd been sure she must be wearing a corset -- but running his hands over her breasts and belly convinced him that she must be completely naked under the thin layer of rubber.
Rubberwhore was used to being talked about, as if she were an inanimate object. Sometimes, she thought she was one -- if one could say she thought at all. Drifting lightly in an erotic haze, she simply waited for directions, commands.
As Gee moved around behind her toy, something at the base of the whore's neck caught her eye. "What's this?" she asked. Just a small triangle of white material -- apparently also rubber -- but the only thing on the suit that wasn't black. It had a little symbol in red -- the letters "MzD," and a female symbol, a circle with a cross -- and two words.
Jay looked around and read the words aloud. "Freeze and unfreeze." He didn't notice that rubberwhore had suddenly gone rigid, for only a split second. "What's that all about?"
"Oh, my god!" Gee exclaimed. "I recognize her!"
