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DAMN! WHERE IS THE ZIPPER?

Paris had bought that black suit with green glitter, as well as its accessories, in a strange shop she had never seen before. It had caught her attention as soon as she saw it. it was named "The Perfect Encasement LatexSlimeSuit For The Frustrated". She didn't know why, she never had been a lover of this kind of fetishes. . . but something in her screamed to try on that suit.

Seeing and touching the suit, Paris noticed that the fabric looked solid on the outside and viscous on the inside. The store clerk also explained that it was a state-of-the-art suit. The fabric was practically unbreakable, it did not tear when stretched, the material did not degrade over time, it was resistant to cuts, and acid could not even melt it. . With two vibrating dildos incorporated, that had some of those new electrochemical batteries, which only needed human heat to recharge. And to make it a bit perverse, the toys had a button on the base, hidden under the fabric, which only served to activate.

While the shop assistant explained the rest of the details, Paris was immersed in vain thoughts, drunk with excitement. She needed that suit, and as soon as she bought it, she couldn't wait to get home and try it on.

When she got home, Paris left her clothes on the floor on the way to her bedroom. She took out the suit and a bottle of special latex oil-lube, which she poured all over the suit. That thick substance would increase the feeling of viscosity of the suit, similar to diving in a slime pool. To Paris' pleasant surprise, that thick oil had a sweet, fresh, intense but pleasant fragrance, and one last quality she did not know was that the smell worked as powerful aphrodisiac . . Then Paris put her two legs through the opening in the back of the suit, pulling the matarial more firmly, as she discovered that the suit seemed to be three sizes smaller than her regular size. The slimy sensation that accompanied the tight material, while directing her feet to their respective hollows seduced her, even more than the tight feeling.

The more she wore the suit, the more it was obvious that Paris would have to break a sweat, to finish putting it on. When she reached the waist, she carefully directed the two toys to their respective holes. They were not in the typical toy form, nor were they hard. They were made of a kind of silicone or semi-rigid gel, or so it seemed to Paris. Inside them were magnets with poles facing each other to prevent them from being removed. Luckily, those toys were totally covered with the viscous oil, although she had some difficulty in keeping them in place while filling her body with then, first her ass and then her pussy. And while she was inserting those dildos, Paris had a little demonstration of the perverse pleasure those toys could give her.

When she finally got to her armpits, Paris had broken out in a sweat and was already feeling incredibly horny. The struggle to put on the suit, had made the magnets keep repelling each other, each time with more and more oscillation. At this point, Paris began to struggle to finish putting her two hands into the gloves and when she finally did, she brought up her shoulders to her neck and assaulted part of her back. Paris now just had to get her mask on and zip it up.

Before continuing, she put on the accessories of the suit, which seemed to stick to her like a magnet. Paris was amazed at how sexy and complimentary that body looked, how difficult it was to walk in those 7 inch heels, but at the same time, the perfect legs that they made her show. Not say how they had lifted her ass. When she finished putting on all the accessories, she made several selfies, before finishing putting on the last part of the suit.

She picked up her hair, took a deep breath, opened the mask and dipped her head into the hood. She opened her mouth to insert the dildo-gag that was waiting for her like a sneaky lover inside the hood and pulled the zipper tightly to cover her head as best she could. Paris repaired herself that she now had her three holes full, with three toys that looked like cocks. This was something she had never tried before. . . and she loved it!

Zip by zip, and with a smile deformed by the gag and hidden behind the hood, Paris began to close the zipper of the suit. There seemed to be a mystical coincidence in this. The more she zipped up, the more her toys seemed to come alive, and evidently, the more her suit started to tighten. The tension began to pull from all directions towards the zipper puller. She noticed her breasts were more trapped in their individual cups. The crotch of the suit seemed to thrust the toys deeper inside her. Her waist began to display the narrowness of the design. Designed to accentuate the hourglass curve.

Paris had finally closed her zipper, she turned the handle to close it. It was totally dark inside the hood, with a mouth full of jokes. She was surprised to notice, that the suit did not allow her to hear either. She had three of her senses blocked and began to realize why the suit was called "The Perfectly Frustrating Encapsulating Latex Suit".

Her hands slowly, sensually and provocatively explored the surface of the suit. Puzzled and tempted, she wondered whether or not she should press the button on her crotch. A button that only served to start the engine that made the dildos vibrate. . . Parias knew that the button to deactivate them, was installed inside the suit and that she could not turn off the vibrators, if she did not remove the suit. But that was what made it so hard to resist squeezing it. Slowly and inevitably, one of her hands began to move towards his pelvis. Paris was too horny to stop. if she did it, there would be NO STOPPING until she took off her suit, because the battery only needed the heat of the body to recharge, and this battery is now well placed, deep inside her, in one of the two dildos.

Then it happened, with a simple, soft "click!" and it was done. . . Paris felt herself melting and sinking into a new universe of pleasure. . . where she could not see, was not able to hear. Where no one would hear her moaning like a bitch. Where she could only enjoy the pleasure of feeling her hands caressing her with avarice and even more pleasure from the feeling of the toys driving her crazy.

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Some time passed. How long Paris had been in the suit, she couldn't tell. While her senses of speaking, hearing and seeing were now blocked. Her senses of smell and touch were saturated. She was intoxicated by the exotic smell of the suit, a fragrance that helped her sexual fantasies to run wild. Meanwhile, her sense of touch was very enhanced, which, together with her excitement and the tight touch of the suit, made her feel her whole body just as sensitive as her special spot.

At first she had begun to imagine the perfect date, seducing and making love to the most attractive guy she knew, but that fantasy was degenerating at the same speed that the heat of her body became a fire that consumed her coordination. She finally opted out, imagining herself being fucked by three unknown vagrants, who worked all her desiring holes at the same time, and filled her mouth, womb and ass with their thick and hot cum.

If it weren't for the hood and the gag, her moans and screams of pleasure would have been heard all over her apartment block.

The discharges of pleasure were immense or suffocating, depending on whether she was caressed by her shoulders, her back or her arms, but the maximum pleasure came when the manipulations of the suit barely touched her neck, her navel, her bottom, her breasts and, above all, her little chickpea. Thinking became difficult, her mind wandered in a haze, in an ecstasy never before discovered. The more she touched herself, the more desperate her mind became and the more nymphomaniacal she became, as the suit realized its purpose, becoming more and more hermetic, tight and perverse.

However, to her frustration, as the pleasure had grown so much and even more the desire to cum, she couldn't find release. Also the sensation that the suit seemed to get tighter and tighter, especially around her neck, around her breasts troubled her. Tightening her waist like a strict corset and moulding her hips, giving her a big ass. But whatever she did, something seemed to stop the suit from preventing her to cum. She would rub her crotch hard, pushing the dildos even deeper inside her, hold her breasts tightly. . . But she could only go as far as the edge, she never crossed it. And it was after believing for the ninth time that she was about to cum, that she actually remembered the name of the suit. A loud grunt sounded then from under the hood. Frustrated she got up, and angry at what the suit was doing to her, she raised her arm and moved it to the part of the neck where the zipper puller should be. She had to get out of the suit and get over that frustration and excitement that was driving her crazy.

Her hand, however much it probed the surface, could not find the shooter of the hood. All she got was more bursts of pleasure in her saturated head. And even angrier at her clumsiness, she moved her other hand to search for the shooter of the suit. Now with more care not to provoke another frustrated attempt at orgasm, as she probed for the missing zipper puller, she realized something that terrified her. . . there was no sign of a zipper on the suit either. Being blind she did not notice the missing part lying on the floor next to her.

-------

Helpless as she was, she could only endure her precarious situation. After keeping her in a state of constant arousal, after a long time, the suit finally relented and she had the hardest and longest orgasm of her life. When she came to, she found that she could open the suit. After removing it, she staggered to her bed only wanting to rest. The last thought she had before falling asleep was: I have to do this again.

The End.

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For the mentioned selfies visit: Paris' selfi and Paris' selfi 2

For the rear view please go to: Paris Rear View

To find out what happens to Paris´ faltmate please go to : Lara´s Latex Dollification, Part 1

Description
This is a present from Rammaukin . Thank you. Picture and most of the text by him

Please look up Rammaukin 's great page here and support him on Patreon.

DAMN! WHERE IS THE ZIPPER?

Paris had bought that black suit with green glitter, as well as its accessories, in a strange shop she had never seen before. It had caught her attention as soon as she saw it. it was named "The Perfect Encasement LatexSlimeSuit For The Frustrated". She didn't know why, she never had been a lover of this kind of fetishes. . . but something in her screamed to try on that suit.

Seeing and touching the suit, Paris noticed that the fabric looked solid on the outside and viscous on the inside. The store clerk also explained that it was a state-of-the-art suit. The fabric was practically unbreakable, it did not tear when stretched, the material did not degrade over time, it was resistant to cuts, and acid could not even melt it. . With two vibrating dildos incorporated, that had some of those new electrochemical batteries, which only needed human heat to recharge. And to make it a bit perverse, the toys had a button on the base, hidden under the fabric, which only served to activate.

While the shop assistant explained the rest of the details, Paris was immersed in vain thoughts, drunk with excitement. She needed that suit, and as soon as she bought it, she couldn't wait to get home and try it on.

When she got home, Paris left her clothes on the floor on the way to her bedroom. She took out the suit and a bottle of special latex oil-lube, which she poured all over the suit. That thick substance would increase the feeling of viscosity of the suit, similar to diving in a slime pool. To Paris' pleasant surprise, that thick oil had a sweet, fresh, intense but pleasant fragrance, and one last quality she did not know was that the smell worked as powerful aphrodisiac . . Then Paris put her two legs through the opening in the back of the suit, pulling the matarial more firmly, as she discovered that the suit seemed to be three sizes smaller than her regular size. The slimy sensation that accompanied the tight material, while directing her feet to their respective hollows seduced her, even more than the tight feeling.

The more she wore the suit, the more it was obvious that Paris would have to break a sweat, to finish putting it on. When she reached the waist, she carefully directed the two toys to their respective holes. They were not in the typical toy form, nor were they hard. They were made of a kind of silicone or semi-rigid gel, or so it seemed to Paris. Inside them were magnets with poles facing each other to prevent them from being removed. Luckily, those toys were totally covered with the viscous oil, although she had some difficulty in keeping them in place while filling her body with then, first her ass and then her pussy. And while she was inserting those dildos, Paris had a little demonstration of the perverse pleasure those toys could give her.

When she finally got to her armpits, Paris had broken out in a sweat and was already feeling incredibly horny. The struggle to put on the suit, had made the magnets keep repelling each other, each time with more and more oscillation. At this point, Paris began to struggle to finish putting her two hands into the gloves and when she finally did, she brought up her shoulders to her neck and assaulted part of her back. Paris now just had to get her mask on and zip it up.

Before continuing, she put on the accessories of the suit, which seemed to stick to her like a magnet. Paris was amazed at how sexy and complimentary that body looked, how difficult it was to walk in those 7 inch heels, but at the same time, the perfect legs that they made her show. Not say how they had lifted her ass. When she finished putting on all the accessories, she made several selfies, before finishing putting on the last part of the suit.

She picked up her hair, took a deep breath, opened the mask and dipped her head into the hood. She opened her mouth to insert the dildo-gag that was waiting for her like a sneaky lover inside the hood and pulled the zipper tightly to cover her head as best she could. Paris repaired herself that she now had her three holes full, with three toys that looked like cocks. This was something she had never tried before. . . and she loved it!

Zip by zip, and with a smile deformed by the gag and hidden behind the hood, Paris began to close the zipper of the suit. There seemed to be a mystical coincidence in this. The more she zipped up, the more her toys seemed to come alive, and evidently, the more her suit started to tighten. The tension began to pull from all directions towards the zipper puller. She noticed her breasts were more trapped in their individual cups. The crotch of the suit seemed to thrust the toys deeper inside her. Her waist began to display the narrowness of the design. Designed to accentuate the hourglass curve.

Paris had finally closed her zipper, she turned the handle to close it. It was totally dark inside the hood, with a mouth full of jokes. She was surprised to notice, that the suit did not allow her to hear either. She had three of her senses blocked and began to realize why the suit was called "The Perfectly Frustrating Encapsulating Latex Suit".

Her hands slowly, sensually and provocatively explored the surface of the suit. Puzzled and tempted, she wondered whether or not she should press the button on her crotch. A button that only served to start the engine that made the dildos vibrate. . . Parias knew that the button to deactivate them, was installed inside the suit and that she could not turn off the vibrators, if she did not remove the suit. But that was what made it so hard to resist squeezing it. Slowly and inevitably, one of her hands began to move towards his pelvis. Paris was too horny to stop. if she did it, there would be NO STOPPING until she took off her suit, because the battery only needed the heat of the body to recharge, and this battery is now well placed, deep inside her, in one of the two dildos.

Then it happened, with a simple, soft "click!" and it was done. . . Paris felt herself melting and sinking into a new universe of pleasure. . . where she could not see, was not able to hear. Where no one would hear her moaning like a bitch. Where she could only enjoy the pleasure of feeling her hands caressing her with avarice and even more pleasure from the feeling of the toys driving her crazy.

-------

Some time passed. How long Paris had been in the suit, she couldn't tell. While her senses of speaking, hearing and seeing were now blocked. Her senses of smell and touch were saturated. She was intoxicated by the exotic smell of the suit, a fragrance that helped her sexual fantasies to run wild. Meanwhile, her sense of touch was very enhanced, which, together with her excitement and the tight touch of the suit, made her feel her whole body just as sensitive as her special spot.

At first she had begun to imagine the perfect date, seducing and making love to the most attractive guy she knew, but that fantasy was degenerating at the same speed that the heat of her body became a fire that consumed her coordination. She finally opted out, imagining herself being fucked by three unknown vagrants, who worked all her desiring holes at the same time, and filled her mouth, womb and ass with their thick and hot cum.

If it weren't for the hood and the gag, her moans and screams of pleasure would have been heard all over her apartment block.

The discharges of pleasure were immense or suffocating, depending on whether she was caressed by her shoulders, her back or her arms, but the maximum pleasure came when the manipulations of the suit barely touched her neck, her navel, her bottom, her breasts and, above all, her little chickpea. Thinking became difficult, her mind wandered in a haze, in an ecstasy never before discovered. The more she touched herself, the more desperate her mind became and the more nymphomaniacal she became, as the suit realized its purpose, becoming more and more hermetic, tight and perverse.

However, to her frustration, as the pleasure had grown so much and even more the desire to cum, she couldn't find release. Also the sensation that the suit seemed to get tighter and tighter, especially around her neck, around her breasts troubled her. Tightening her waist like a strict corset and moulding her hips, giving her a big ass. But whatever she did, something seemed to stop the suit from preventing her to cum. She would rub her crotch hard, pushing the dildos even deeper inside her, hold her breasts tightly. . . But she could only go as far as the edge, she never crossed it. And it was after believing for the ninth time that she was about to cum, that she actually remembered the name of the suit. A loud grunt sounded then from under the hood. Frustrated she got up, and angry at what the suit was doing to her, she raised her arm and moved it to the part of the neck where the zipper puller should be. She had to get out of the suit and get over that frustration and excitement that was driving her crazy.

Her hand, however much it probed the surface, could not find the shooter of the hood. All she got was more bursts of pleasure in her saturated head. And even angrier at her clumsiness, she moved her other hand to search for the shooter of the suit. Now with more care not to provoke another frustrated attempt at orgasm, as she probed for the missing zipper puller, she realized something that terrified her. . . there was no sign of a zipper on the suit either. Being blind she did not notice the missing part lying on the floor next to her.

-------

Helpless as she was, she could only endure her precarious situation. After keeping her in a state of constant arousal, after a long time, the suit finally relented and she had the hardest and longest orgasm of her life. When she came to, she found that she could open the suit. After removing it, she staggered to her bed only wanting to rest. The last thought she had before falling asleep was: I have to do this again.

The End.

------

For the mentioned selfies visit: Paris' selfi and Paris' selfi 2

For the rear view please go to: Paris Rear View

To find out what happens to Paris´ faltmate please go to : Lara´s Latex Dollification, Part 1