She comes in from the dairy in her gleaming Dunlop wellies,
milk-pails sloshing merrily,
her rubber bathing cap breasts jiggling and bouncing in the early
evening air.
Her familiar clumping tread on the stairs rouses you from your
nap, but nothing prepares you ...
for what appears ...
in your doorway...
She approaches, sleek and wonderful.
There's the rubber suit and the wellies, the clinging white
Playtex girdle and strap-on bathing cap.
The pink dishwashing gloves. The tight white rubber gasmask gives
her a thrilling, carnal look.
It makes her seem like some astonishing rubber animal demanding
your attention.
But most of all it's her breasts.
The two white bathing caps clipped across her front, loose cones
of crumpling white rubber.
Her special milkmaid breasts.
You can't take your eyes off her.
She gets on the bed and pins you with her black
latex thighs. Her bathing cap breasts are right there.
You can hear them crumpling and plopping, teasing and inviting.
You can hear her breathing ...
... over your pounding heartbeat.
"Suck my rubber" she says through her white rubber
gasmask.
"Take my sweet rubber in your mouth. Suck on me ! Make
rubbermilk for me ! "
You savour the moment ... every exquisite
detail.
How the cuffs of her pink rubber gloves tremble as she reaches
down to pin your wrists.
How the white rubber of her Playtex girdle stretches even more on
her spread rubber thighs.
How she dangles her soft patterned tits at you.
How can you resist ? Her legs, her wellingtons, are gripping you.
She has you pinned.
She leans down further.
You smell the heady swimcap rubber of a breast against your lips.
"Take it !" she urges gently but firmly, words muffled
by the rubber of her mask.
The eye-pieces have misted over from her panting. She has blinded
herself ...
... with the urgency of her desire.
You do take it. You're no longer embarrassed.
You can't help yourself. You're so aware of her own lovely
breasts beyond, hard nipples pressing
against the firm rubber of her suit, but this is what she wants
now.
This total surrender.
You suck one bathing cap teat after another.
All you can smell, taste and see is warm milkmaid rubber.
All you can feel is the clinging, gripping pressure as she
spreads her thighs even more
and lowers her body fully onto yours as she begins moving her
taut girdled buttocks.
Grinding. Urging. You have no choice.
"SUCK THEM !"
She murmurs over and over.
"SUCK MY RUBBER !"
One swimcap tit squelches in your mouth.
The other hangs wet and shiny ...
... trembling in the dim light ...
She has you.
She's ... milking you ...
MILKMAID !! INDEED !!
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