Author: SerenaJ
Title: A New Game
Part: Franc #2
Summary: Bobby thought Franc was a shy little nerd. Then he saw
her all pretty in pink....
Keywords: MF, FDom, cons, Fetish (Latex), anal, oral, interr
(BF/WM)

A New Game

Note: This was entered in Titelation.com's 'Please The Baroness
BDSM Fetish Contest'. It did not win.


They look like rubber boxers with a sock in the front – like
those novelty elephant ones you see around Halloween.  Except
these are solid pink.  Shiny and pink.

She’s on fuckin’ drugs if she thinks there is any chance in hell
I’m wearin’ this.

Anyway, they’re too small – stretch is one thing but come on. 
The label said large, but labels have lied before.

My cell rings and I check the number.  As expected, it’s Franc.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts.”  I say.

“Bobby.” The ‘bee’ part has this kind of lilt that’s usually cute
but today it’s whiney.

“No freakin’ way.” She’s not gonna win this time. “Besides it
won’t fit.”

“Yes it will.  It stretches.”

“Not that much.”

“Yes.  That much.”

“Aw, come on!  I’m not wearing this thing in front of my mother!”

“No!  Bobby!” I can almost see her blushing over that one. “Under
your pants. Geez!”

“Christ!  You know what I mean.  I’m not going to be comfortable
knowing my mother and these things are in the same building never
mind the same room together.”

“Bobby.” She whines again. “Please?”

“No way, Franc.  Not gonna happen.”

She’s silent for a minute.  Then she says, “Wear it or I won’t
come tonight.”

“Aw, come on!” I’m trying not to shout but I know that tone of
hers.  She hangs up.  Yeah, it’s rude but the conversation’s done
and she does that.  She’s done talking anyway; either I give in
and wear the damn things or I go to dinner with my parents alone.
 She’s supposed to be meeting them today.  Since it’s my damn
birthday, I really don’t want to argue with her.

I pick up the boxers again.  I could see if they were black; that
might be kinda kinky.  I pick up the phone and dial her back.

“Why pink?”

She’s silent for a minute and I can imagine her frowning.  Then
hesitantly she says, “It’s part of a set.”

“A set?”  I can’t even guess what you would wear with this.
“Where’s the rest of it?”

She’s silent again, longer this time. “It’s a surprise.”

I don’t know why I’m fighting – ever since this relationship
started, she gets her way every damn time.  I used to have a
spine.  Now it’s like that damn TV show of hers – resistance is
fucking futile.  “Promise me this is gonna be worth my time.”

“It will.”

I sigh, “What are you wearing tonight?” I ask, mostly to sooth my
bruised ego.  I can’t believe I’m gonna put these things on.

She’s quiet again – which is a good sign.  It usually means she’s
wearing something sexy.  “It’s a surprise.” She finally squeaks.

“Give me one detail.” I prod. “Shoes.”

“Well,” she pauses, “I bought new boots.”

“High heel?”

“Four inch.  But they’re kind of thick not the spiky kind.”

I love her taste in boots.  I feel a pleasant throb in my groin.
“OK, you win.  I’ll wear ‘em.”

“Really?” the lilt is back.

“Really.  I’ll see you at 7.”

Franc’s right – they do stretch.  Like a second skin.  I have a
little trouble getting my dick into the sock because the joint at
the base seems even tighter than the rest but once I realize that
there is a separate ball sack, I get them on ok.  They feel kind
of like an all over condom, which annoys me a little – until I
put on my pants.  Then it’s this kind of weird tight squeezing
but at the same time like I’m not wearing anything at all.  I
could see how this could become a whole lot of fun real fast.  I
just hope I don’t get a erection during dinner; unlike my usual
brief, these things do nothing to diminish that embarrassing
tent.

My folks are pretty cool – very open, but not in a creepy way. 
They stay out of my life in general but Mom likes having birthday
dinners as a family.  Four times a year, she says, you can suffer
a meal.  So, rather than argue the point, my brother and I just
show up and let Dad pay for dinner.  This year, Rich brought his
latest boyfriend Bradford and their “roommate” Cindy – which is
only a little suspicious because Rich’s apartment is a one-bed
room basement.  She’s a hot little blonde slut in a micro mini
and spiked heels.  She’s sleeping on the couch and I’m a virgin.
I’m looking up her skirt because I’m a complete dick, so sue me.

Franc’s late which is a shock because she’s never been late
before but that gives Mom plenty of time to update me on current
family news and grill me on what Franc is like.  “She’s nice,
Mom.  Ok?  She’s not like my usual girls.  She’s cute.  A little
shy, but really damn smart.  She’s just, I don’t know, nice.”  I
leave out the part about her being a card carrying sci-fi geek –
nobody needs to know about that.

“What on earth is she doing with you?” Mom asks.

Rich and crew laugh out right and even Dad has to crack a smile.
I start to get indignant except I can’t answer the question
either.  I could tell them it’s because I can make her scream
five nights out of seven but that’s not the sort of thing you
share with your parents.  I get up and look out the door again. 
This time, to my surprise, see Franc’s car is in the lot.  I turn
around and check the restaurant lobby again; Franc’s nowhere to
be seen.  Maybe she’s in the bathroom, I think and turn to find
out and stop cold.  Behind me is one of those visions you only
see in real expensive porn flicks.

It’s Franc and she’s outdone herself.  For starters, she ditched
her glasses and I can see her bright brown eyes for once.  Her
solid black hair is out and curly and draping over bare milk
chocolate colored shoulders.  Her impressive rack is encased in a
top that laces up like a corset to pushes them up but covers all
that enticing cleavage with sleeves from just off her shoulders
to her wrists.  Her skintight pants look painted on with no VPL
but severe camel toe.  Then I see the boots – thigh high, lace
up, thick high heels.  Everything is pink.  Everything is latex.
The last time she wore something like this was the first night I
banged her; she wore white spandex then.  This is so much hotter
that for a moment I honestly can’t breathe.

My dick’s suddenly so hard it hurts.  So this is Franc’s
surprise.  Judging by the cheesy grin and the fourteen shades of
red she turns, I guess I gave her the response she wanted.  I
notice that my mouth is open so I try to say something to tell
her how I feel, just how incredible she looks.  “Ho-ly shit!” Is
what comes out.

She bites her lip and blushes even more, “Yeah?”

I nod stupidly, “Oh yeah.  Oh hell yeah.”  Then a brain cell
turns on and a cold shower washes clean through me, “Are you
crazy?  These are my parents!  I just finished telling them what
a nice girl you are.  Now you show up looking like the whore of
Babylon.”

Her face quiets – but to my shock it doesn’t fall, “I think
they’ll understand.  Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Uh, ok.”  She’s usually only that confident when she playing a
game – when she knows all the rules and how to play her
advantage.  I confess, when Franc’s in her element she’s hot.  I
caught her at her office once when she was the middle of an
investigation.  She had a couple FBI agents crying for their
mommies by the time she was done with them.  She’s hell on wheels
when she knows what she doing – she goes all shy when she’s out
of her element.  It makes me a little nervous here and now
though, ‘cause it’s like I’m a pawn and she’s in charge.  Then I
remember she made me wear pink underwear – she is in charge.

I get more nervous when my mother greets her like an old friend
and doesn’t bat an eye at the latex outfit.  Rich can’t resist a
comment and Bradford and I both hit him.  When we get to a table
by chance or design, I’m sitting across from Franc so I can look
but not touch – which is probably a good thing because I wouldn’t
keep my hands off her if I could reach her.  I notice the
restaurant seats us in a seclude space in the back.  No doubt,
they knew about the latex before I did as well.

Appetizers arrive and Franc and Dad get into some boring
conversation that threatens to put the rest of us to sleep.  I’m
still hard.  I’m beginning to wonder if there’s more to these
briefs than I realized.  Then it hits me and I nearly choke on my
salad – the damn things must have a built-in cock ring.  I’m
actually glad that I’m wearing rubber underwear because I just
about lost it at the table.  When Franc got this ballsy, I don’t
know but it’s definitely hot.  If her outfit fits like my briefs
do, she must feel like she walking around nude.  This has got to
be far and away the gutsiest thing she’s ever done and she did it
for me.  But she’s sitting there acting like she’s dressed for
work, chatting mundanely with my family and sweatin’ my nuts with
barely a glance.  Her tits bounce every time she moves and she
moves a lot tonight.  If there are any other interesting events
at dinner, I miss them because I’m too busy thinking about
wearing Franc out when we get back to her place.  I’m gonna to
make her scream, loudly, then screw her until she’s begging me to
stop.  She has no idea how hard, how deep, how long, how…

Rich’s hand smacking the shit out of the back of my head wakes
me, “Bob?  Hello?”

“Dick!” I smack him back, “What?”

“Open it already.”

In front of me is a box.  Ok, I’m a complete jackass; I’ve
ignored everyone the whole meal.  I open the box.  It’s a nice
pair of golf gloves and four passes to Dad’s golf club.  Which, I
gotta admit, is pretty cool.  “Bradford, you play?”

“I little.  I most ride in the cart and drink beer.”

“Good.  We can let Dad and Dick here vie for the Master’s.” I
clear my throat, “Look, sorry I’ve been a bit distracted
tonight…” Cindy and Franc both snicker at that one and now I know
Franc somehow planned all of this. “…but thanks.  I really
appreciate it.  Next year’s on me.”  Which is Rich and my
‘traditional’ toast, since Dad won’t let us pay, anyway.  I try
to pay attention to the conversation as dessert arrives and the
waiters are convinced to skip the singing, but the incessant
throbbing of my dick is driving me crazy.  I love these people
but if this meal doesn’t end soon, I’m going to burst.  Finally I
discover another working brain cell and excuse myself to the
restroom.

Once in the privacy of the stall, I do something I’ve never done
– I pull down the boxers and whack off right there.  It doesn’t
take long; I’m damn near hair trigger by now.  It feels so good
but I know banging Franc later is going to be even better.  When
I get back to the table, Franc and Cindy are just getting up to
head for the ladies room and I stare at Franc’s abundant, pink
latex-wrapped, black ass.  I used to be a leg man; now it’s all
about that ass.  Franc looks like Strawberry Shortcake’s
dominatrix sister and my dick jumps at the sight.  They walk off
and I can’t get the image of the two of them naked out of my
mind.  Which pretty much puts me back at square one.

Mom yawns, “Oh, excuse me!  You know, I think your father and I
will just run home.”

“You sure, Mom?” Rich actually sounds sorry, “You’ll have a
blast.”

“No, dear. You kids run along and have fun.”

I glance between them, “What?”

“Cindy and Franc want to go dancing.” Bradford supplies for me.

“Shit.” It slips out and Rich and Dad both snicker.  Mom slaps my
wrist. “Sorry.  Slipped.”

Eventually the women folk return, tits bobbing in tandem.  Dad
pays the bill and we all head for various cars.  Franc makes a
point of not letting me get close enough to touch her for more
than a quick kiss.  By now, I think everyone is in on the plan
but me.  After I bang Franc, I’m gonna kick Rich’s ass.  I’d get
Mom too, but even I’m not that big an asshole.

In the car, I call Franc.  “Let’s go home and fuck.”

“Bobby!”

“Come on, you know you want too.”

“Well we would have if you hadn’t cheated.”

“Cheated?”

“You relieved yourself, didn’t you?”

“I went to the john, yeah.”

“And while you were in there, you…” she paused – blushing again,
no doubt, “…you know.”

“Say it.” I love hearing her talk dirty. “What do you think I’m
doing right now?” I’m not but I want to.

“Bobby!”

“Franchesca!” She hates it when I call her that.

“You masturbated in a public place, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, baby.  And thought about fucking you while I did it.”

“Bobby!” She’s laughing, “That’s nasty!”

“You’re dressed in latex and I’m the nasty one.”

“But I’m not, you know, making a scene in public.”

“Oh hell yeah you are!” I’m rock hard again but I figure in a
dance club, I can find a dark place to fix that. “You look like
you’re naked in that thing.  Is it eatable?”

“Bobby!” she giggles, “No it’s not.  Oh, I think this is the
turn.”

We’re following Rich to some club he knows and she hangs up the
phone I presume to concentrate on driving.  We park in a lot
across from the seediest dive I have ever seen.  I pull Rich
aside as we all head to the front door. “This place is cool,
right?  We’re not going to have to fight our way out?”

“In that outfit, she’s going to have a problem anywhere but it’s
cool.” Rich shakes his head, “She’s impressive, I’ll say.  Why
didn’t you tell me she was a comic book collector?”

I shrug.  I’m not going to admit I didn’t know she was a comic
book collector.  And he must be gay if he thinks that’s the
impressive part.

Inside, is a veritable meat market with a loud disco beat and
more smoke than light.  We find a table and get a round of
drinks.  Franc doesn’t drink much so I’m not surprised when she’s
giggling with Cindy a quarter of the way through her strawberry
daiquiri.  I don’t mind – every time she giggles her nipples get
just a little harder.  Bradford suddenly grabs Rich and drags him
off yelling about his song.  I, on the other hand, know that
Franc’s going to a little more time before I’m going to be able
to coax her onto the dance floor.  It’s worth it since the sex
after she get warmed up is great.  I am therefore stunned when
Cindy pulls her on to the floor and starts dancing with her. 
Franc’s a little stiff because, well, just because she is but
Cindy begins teaching her a couple moves and Franc looses up.  I
stay in the chair watching this little floorshow.  It’s better
that any strip club routine.  The low light sets a kind of glow
around the latex shine and Franc looks like she’s half naked and
oiled down.  She has a great body; a little plump but all over so
she curvy and cuddly - not too skinny or too fat.  The latex
seems to highlight every detail of her bouncing tits and gyrating
ass and my erection is throbbing again.  Cindy rubs her ass into
Franc crotch and I nearly drop my drink as Franc grabs the girl’s
hips and grinds back.  Cindy then proceeds to rub, squeeze and
stroke Franc – allegedly as dance moves – and Franc returns the
favors.

Franc looks over at me and smiles – which I figure is my cue to
join in but when I stand up she shakes her head.  Cindy grabs a
shot from a passing waitress and pours it slowly over Franc who
rubs the alcohol all over herself.  At some point, she acquired
pink latex gloves so now the only exposed skin is her shoulders
and her face and neck.  She gestures to Cindy who first sucks
Franc’s fingers and then licks her body.  This just became the
best birthday in the history of birthdays anywhere, ever.

Five minutes, maybe.  I watch for five minute before I can’t take
it anymore.  I get up and join them on the floor – grinding my
rock hard erection against Franc’s ass.  I turn her to face me
and feel Cindy rubbing against me from behind.  I pull Franc
against me, lifting her up slightly so that I can slid my hand
around her ass and between her legs.  The latex is wet and
slippery and my fingers play with the familiar folds of her
pussy.  She feels like a very hot, overripe peach, ready to spill
juice everywhere as I rub her clit through the latex.  Franc
wraps her arms around my neck and her whole body stiffens against
mine.  Then she cums, whimpering and shaking and between her and
Cindy’s tits poking into my back, I cum too.  I now know the joy
of rubber pants.  If I hadn’t been sandwiched between them, I
don’t know how I would have remained standing.  I have no idea
how I managed to keep my usual swearing down to a couple words
whispered in Franc’s ear.  I kiss her shoulder, swaying to the
music while I try to catch my breath, “Oh, shit.  I love you.” 
Two sets of tits are rubbing against me and I’m still hard as
hell.  Does it get any better than this?

Franc leans up and whispers in my ear, “I want you to eat me
through the suit.”

I shiver.  I love it when she says shit like that.

Her fingers lightly caress my dick through my pants and I can’t
suppress a groan.  Then she squeezes hard and whispers again
“Now.” She lets me go and walks over to Rich who’s leaning
against the bar.  I follow that ass, sweating.  Rich hands her a
pass card and smiles at me.  I have no idea what’s going on but
tomorrow, one of them is going to do some explaining.

The card unlocks a door at the back of the club.  Inside, there’s
a quiet lounge where the thump of the dance floor is a distant
vibration and another door, which Franc also pass cards.

Inside is an orgy.

Bodies strewn all over bodies.  Voices crying out.  The smell of
sex so strong it makes my dick dance even as I find it
overpowering.  Franc moves to an unoccupied couch and pulls me
along.  She pushes me down then rubs those lushes latex covered
tits in my face.  I begin licking and sucking the faint taste of
peach shooters until I find her nipples – my favorite hard candy.
 I can’t find the zipper for this suit so I start unlacing the
corset but she stops me.  She’s breathing hard and her heart is
pounding.  I run my hand up and down her legs and around her ass,
alternating between that and rubbing my face in her tits.  My
fingers crept up her legs until I’m fingering her slit through
the latex again.  I can smell her faintly but though I can feel
the detail of her lips and clit, and I can feel how incredibly
wet she still is inside all this rubber, I can’t find an opening.

“Shit!” Frustration is getting to me, “How do I get in there?”

She pushes hard on my shoulders, “Lick, Bobby.”

I get on my knees under her and lick.  I can taste her faintly. 
She leaking out of the latex.  When my tongue hits her clit, she
shakes.  I hold her hips to try and keep her steady.  I clean her
taste off the latex.  I find that with a little effort, I can
push the latex around with my tongue and lick her asshole and
along with everything else.  I can’t hear well between her thighs
but her quivering becomes more intense and the latex is wet with
her juices again.  I keep probing and poking and finally find the
almost imperceptible flap where the latex sticks together.  When
I open it, her juices flood my face.  My dick is throbbing again.
 The latex sticks to my cheeks as I suck her clit and lick every
inch of her sweet snatch.  I can hear her gasping now which means
she hasn’t screamed yet.  So I stretch the latex far enough to
get my fingers into her pussy and ass while I suck.  I cum again
– which is a rare treat – before she does much to my shock but
she’s only another couple seconds behind me.

We collapse onto the couch.  I’m still hard.  I can’t believe it.

“Take off your pants.” She pants.  I start to strip but she stops
me with a wave, “Just your pants.  And close your eyes.” In a few
seconds, I’m standing there in a shirt, a latex wrapped,
throbbing erection and aching balls.  She moves behind me and I
can feel her heat against me.  Her latex covered hands reach
under my shirt and pinch my nipples hard.  When I cry out, she
whispers, “Keep your eyes closed” in that tone that tells me she
means it.  She peels my shirt off and pulls another one on me. 
As the zipper in the back closes slowly, I feel the now familiar
tightness and realize that it’s latex too.  I keep my eyes
closed; I don’t have to look to know it’s pink.

She keeps moving around me touching me with either her latex-ed
hand or her talented tongue but never skin to skin.  At times, I
can’t tell if it’s just her or if she has a partner.  She doesn’t
say much – an occasional instruction like “bend over” or “open
your knees”.  Other than that, most of what I hear is the sounds
of other people fucking around us.  It’s an amazing turn on –
like I need more at this point.  The couple of times I make a
mistake and open my eyes, she pulls a single hair, which hurts
like shit, and finally a latex band is pulled down over my eyes
to keep them shut.  My dick is by turns stroked, squeezed,
covered in cold, and soaked in hot.  She rubs something latex and
vibrating over all of me and into my asshole, which is new for me
but is going to happen again and frequently from now on.  I’m
moaning almost continuously – I’ve never been sexually tortured
before, but Franc’s keeping me so hard without popping for so
long that everything in my groin area aches.  And she keeps
pinching my nipples which makes me break a sweat every time.  She
lets me eat her every so often, sometime latex covered, sometimes
bare.  A couple times, I’d swear she must have been upside down
to rub those boots against my cheek or shoulder in that way. 
Twice she actually forced me to eat her with my neck at an odd
angle so that by the time she came all over my face, my neck and
jaw were both stiff and sore.

Then all touching stops.

I stand there, sweating and aching.  I’m not sure for how long
because time seem irrelevant when you’re blind folded and damn
near naked in the middle of a fuck-fest.  I could move if I
wanted to – I’m not handcuffed or anything – but I don’t want to
brake the rules of the game.  My heart beat speeds up as I
realize I don’t know the rules of the game and my adrenaline
moves into overdrive even though I can’t figure out what I’m
afraid of.  I swallow hard and finally risk saying something,
“Franc?  Where’d you go, babe?”  She doesn’t respond.  “Please
don’t stop.”  I can still hear people fucking around me, but her
voice isn’t among them, “Franc you win.  Whatever you want,
whenever you want.  Shit, wherever, whoever and however you
want.”

What I feel next is something warm and wonderful slide around my
balls; Franc’s mouth is one of her best assets.  She sucks them
gently and my knees buckle.  I can’t come again, I think, but
she’s going to make me wish to all hell I could.  After a couple
minutes, she begins licking my dick.  It feels good but it’s just
more torment.  Franc’s mouth is almost as tight and wet as her
pussy but right now, I’m dying to take these shorts off and come
inside her.  I risk running my fingers through her hair but she
pulls a hair on my wrist and I yelp.  She keeps sucking me.  It’s
torment and rapture in one; I can’t take it anymore but I don’t
want it to stop.

“I want to fuck you, Franc.  Please.  I’ll make you cum, Franc, I
promise.  It’ll be so good.”  I keep it up in a kind of rhythm as
she sucks me harder, promising anything I can think of – money,
sexual favors, eternal slavery to her every whim.  I know I’m
begging but I don’t care.  Pride went away a lifetime ago it
seems.

Suddenly she stops, “You promise?”

I have no idea what I just said, but I don’t care, “Yes, I
promise.”

She pulls me down on the floor, on top of her and rolls the
blindfold off me.  I kiss her face and realize how much I love
the taste of her.  This latex stuff is fun – I had no idea how
much fun – but I can’t taste her.  I stoke her body, admiring her
figure in this pink wet dream come to life.  This image is gonna
stay with to my grave.  She’s watching me, serious.  I wonder
briefly, what I just promised – it doesn’t matter, I’ll do it –
but she looks so serious all of a sudden.  My fingers are busy
opening the latex flap guarding her wet pussy and guiding my rock
hard aching latex wrapped dick into her.  As I slid in, she bites
her lip and arches her back.  All I can think is how amazing she
is and how lucky I am to have found her.  And how hard I want to
fuck her right now.  She groans, a rare and wonderful sound, and
I moan in response.

“Make me cum, Bobby.” She whispers.  “That’s the rule.”

Slowly, I start moving.  Make Franc cum.  That’s the rule.  At
least she finally told me.  I start to speed up my thrusts but
she stops me and forces me to stay slow.  After a few minutes,
she slides one pink lace-up latex boot on to my shoulder – I
don’t remember her being that flexible before – and whispers “Do
you like my boots, Bobby?”

I rub my face against her leg, “I love your boots, Franc.”

“Do you want me to wear them again?”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” I start to speed up again and she pulls a hair,
“Ouch! Shit, Franc, stop that!”

“Slow down.” Her tone is flat and I slow down recognizing that it
is a command and more, that I want to obey her.  Franc’s in
charge here; I’m just the guy in pink shorts who’s lucky enough
to bang her.

“Yeah, ok.” I pump her slowly.  Her pussy’s so hot I’m surprised
the latex isn’t melting.  I don’t know how much longer I can keep
this up and I sure as hell don’t know how she’s still going.  I
keep moving slowly, watching Franc’s face – I don’t think I’ve
ever seen her enjoy anything so much.

“Kiss the boot, Bobby.” She says softly.

I kiss the boot and as much of her leg as I can reach without
pulling out of her.

“Do you like the boots, Bobby?”

“Oh hell yeah.” I moan and she pulls another damn hair, “Ahh!.
Shit!”

“Just ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Bobby.  Ok?”

“Ok, ok!” I wince and correct myself, “I mean yes, Franc.”

“Do you like the boots, Bobby?”

“Yes, Franc.”

“Do you want me to wear them again?”

I hold her leg tight for a second to keep from changing my pace
again, “Yes, Franc.” I gasp.

“I’ll wear the boots every time you wear the briefs, ok, Bobby?”

I make a mental note to buy a dozen of these things.  “Yes,
Franc.”  The sweat is now dripping into my eyes and my back has
joined the list of aching body parts.  It’s a struggle to keep
moving at the same pace but at least my dick stopped throbbing –
I think it went numb at some point.

“Stop.” She says suddenly.  When I don’t stop immediately, she
pulls another hair.  I hiss but manage not to say anything this
time.  She lies there for a moment and slowly grins that big
cheesy happy grin of hers.  Here and now, it’s bizarre.  “Eat me,
Bobby.” She says.

I pull out of her, shaking and groaning and put my lips on the
pulsing fount I just fucked.  The latex sticks to my face again
and I’m nearly smothered in there.  She locks her knees around my
head.  I lick, suck and generally let her grind her pussy into my
face.  My dick is throbbing again – it must have come back to
life at some point.  It takes a while this time but when she
finally cums, it’s with a flood and a kind of deep shuttering
groan.  I keep licking until her knees fall away.  She looks
exhausted but pleased.  Then her look changes to one of concern.

“Oh, you poor thing.” She kisses me softly, licking her cum from
my chin and cheeks and strokes my face with her still gloved
hand, “Are you having fun, Bobby?”

I’m panting and sweating and aching.  “Yes, Franc.” I can not
believe I just said that.

“Do you want to fuck me, now Bobby?”

I’m too tired to fuck anything right now but somehow my dick
jumps at the suggestion anyway, “Yes Franc.” I say.

“Do you want to fuck my pussy or my ass?” she whispers, stroking
my balls.  The soft touch sends simultaneous jolts of pain and
pleasure through me.  I can only moan in response.

“You want my ass, don’t you, Bobby?”

“Yes, Franc.” I’ve forgotten how to say anything else.

“Floor.” She says and I lie down.  She picks up a tube of lube I
hadn’t noticed and slathers it on me.  I moan again and I can’t
tell if it’s in agony or ecstasy.  She then straddles me and lets
my dick slid into her tight ass.  She puts her gloved fingers
inside her pussy and I watch her bring herself slowly to orgasm
yet again with me inside her.  I can feel all the pulsing muscles
inside her as her face screws up and she gasps and moans.  That
breaks me.  I grab her hips and ram into her.  It’s only for a
minute or so but it feels like eternity.  Then I cum.  Hard. 
It’s the strongest orgasm of my life and I can’t even find enough
breath to moan.  I feel like my whole life empties into her. 
When my body stops shaking and I can almost breathe again, I
realize that I’m still hard!  I’m gonna have a heart attack if
she doesn’t let me take this thing off.  “Franc.  Franc.” I pant.
 I can’t think past her name.  I can’t move anymore.  I don’t
know if I fall asleep or pass out.

When I wake clearly again, I’m home, in bed.  Everything is sore.
 I look at my dick and am relieved to see I still have one.  It
looks ok, if a little bruised.  My pink undergarments are neatly
folded on my dresser.  I have no memory whatsoever of leaving the
club or getting home.  It occurs to me that I woke up because the
phone is ringing.

I mumble something that sounds vaguely like ‘hello’.  My mouth
feels like I’ve eaten the entire Dallas Cowgirl squad.

“You ok?” Franc asks.  She sound like my normal, shy regular
girlfriend not the evil sex goddess twin I met last night.

“I don’t know yet.  Ask me again when I wake up.  What the hell
was that?”

“I just wanted to give you something different.  Was it, you
know, ok?”

I think about it for a minute.  Those boots.  My dick jumps. 
“Yeah.  It was ok.  Was this from another one of your movies?”

“A costume website I found.”

“Good choice.” I figure I’ll be fine in a month or so.  “Was it
good for you too?”

“Oh my God!” she giggles, “I really like that, Bobby.” She pauses
“I want to do it again sometime.  OK?”

My dick jumps again.  I don’t remember much but I know I’ve never
cum so hard or so often.  I find myself smiling, “Yes, Franc.”

“Really?” it has my happy little lilt.  She is so damn cute.  How
can someone so damn cute be so damn nasty?

“Really.”

“And remember – you promised.”

“Yes, Franc.” Then I catch myself, “No, wait, I don’t remember
shit.  What did I promise?”

“Oh.”  She doesn’t say anything.

“Come on, I promised.  I’ll do it, no big deal.  Just, what?”

She hesitates then blurts out, “You said we could have a latex
wedding.”

“Oh.”  In my mind’s eye, I can see Franc in a painted on white
latex body suit under a demure wedding gown.  My dick slaps into
my stomach.  She could get matching white boots.  I could get
matching pants. “Oh hell yes, Franc.”

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