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From: Eli the Bearded <*@eli.users.panix.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Ginger Lee -- The Comfort of Bed (MF latex bd Fdom)
Date: Tue,  5 Nov 2002 20:10:02 -0500
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Ginger Lee and the unnamed narrator are central characters to a small
series of stories of mine. They engage in creative, unprotected sex
and don't worry about VDs or pregnancies. These stories are fiction
with no 'right' order to read them. Move along if this sort of thing
isn't for you, or read on and (hopefully) enjoy. Responses always
welcome, the return address looks odd, but works.




		The Comfort of Bed

		  A Ginger Lee Story

		    by Eli the Bearded



When I came back home I was startled to find Ginger dressed in a lot
of leather. She had her tall boots on, a short black skirt, one of her
leather bras was just visible in the open neck of a leather jacket,
and she even had leather gloves on. 

"Time for bed," she said by way of greeting.

"You don't looked dressed for it," I replied. 

"Not me, you." We headed to the bedroom. "Strip," she instructed just
as turned into the room. 

On the bed was a large contraption of latex and PVC tubes. I
recognized it immediately: the vacuum bed. 

These things come in a variety exact configurations, but most of details
stay the same. A front and back that are reasonably airtight
(perfectly airtight is tricky), the back is unimportant, the front is
invariably some sort of rubber or plastic forming something like a bag
or pocket. The front will have a whole or nozzle in it to breath
through. Somewhere there are tubes that lead to the inside of the 
the bag on one end and to a vacuum on the other. Someone puts on
earplugs, gets in, puts his or her mouth on the mouth piece, the bag
is closed and the vacuum pumps out the air. The earplugs prevent
eardrum damage from the different air pressure in the bag and in the
throat.

Normal air pressure is 14.7 pounds per square inch. A typical six-foot
guy has about 18 square feet of of skin, nearly 2600 square inches. 
Lower the pressure inside the bag by three pounds and that's a lot of
extra force from the outside air. 

The rubber sheet ends up clinging very close to every curve of the
body, and movement is difficult to impossible. Usually the sound of
the vacuum is somewhere between loud annoying drone and deafening. The
earplugs help inside, but anyone else in the room just has to suffer.

Our bed differed in that reguard because of a quirk of the house. We
have centralized vacuuming, a fad in maybe the seventies. Basically
you put a large and powerful vacuum in the basement, then run tubes to
various parts of the house and use a long hose from there. So our
vacuum bed, on the second floor, was far away from the vacuum source
and the noise level was quite moderate. 

And as I noticed while undressing, there was a new attribute to our
vacuum bed that differed from most others. About in the middle, there
was a recently attached tube of latex, clearly positioned and sized to
fit a cock.

"That's new." I pointed to the added sheath. 

Ginger nodded, smiled, and handed me a pair of earplugs.

I took the cue, and finished undressing. With the earplugs in place, I
climbed into the latex pocket, positioned my cock in the new tube, put my
mouth on the breathing tube, and lay back.

I watched Ginger seal the edge and let the darkness enclose me. Soon I
heard the hum of the vacuum and felt the latex envelope me in that odd
snug sensory depravation zone. A few moments later I faintly felt
something on my cock, and then Ginger began a hand job. She grip was
tight and the action fast, and with enough attention just below the
tip on the underside that I came very quickly. 

As my erection subsided, I heard her talk to me. She must have spoken
loudly, but it was faint in my ears. "There, that's the easy one out
of the way. I'm going to get some lunch. You can take a nap if you
like."

With that, I guess she left, but I had no way of knowing. The bed held
me very still. I could hear the vacuum's quiet puff. The latex sheet
clung very tight all over my skin. I could feel my cum oozing down my
cock and into my pubic hair. If I were free, I'd be doing something to
clean it up, but like this I was forced to just let it flow. That made
me very self-conscious about the way the semen and latex felt on my
cock and balls, and that of course gave me a new erection. But unable
to do anything with it, it bobbed around and then softened up.

The cycle repeated a few times. I was completely unable to guess how
time was progressing, and having a hard time changing the subject in
my mind.



Assuming that Ginger had left the room, I don't know when she came
back. But when she put something cold on each of my nipples, I knew
she was there. "I brought you some ice cream," I heard her say.

Then she climbed on top of me and started to eat. I felt the skirt and
shoes though the latex, so I knew she was still at least partially
dressed up. She ate the ice cream with a spoon, and as if the cold of
the ice cream were not enough, she took the time to run the cold spoon
along various parts of my body. Inside the latex, I could feel it all,
but the sensations were muted. When she circled the spoon around my
cock I was reminded of the cum still trapped inside with me.

She finished off the ice cream with her tongue, licking the latex
everywhere the the melted ice cream remained, including a quick suck
of my cock. I wondered if she could feel the semen though the tube.
She got off of me for a few moments, then, and when she came back I
could feel the skirt was gone. She pushed something into my breathing
tube, apparently a bit of flexible hose. This made breathing a little
bit harder, but when she sat on my face I realized it was a necessary
thing. 

I felt her hands push down on my chest just as her hips began to
gyrate. Even through the latex sheet I could feel her pussy lips
parting on my face. The heat of her cunt took longer to for me to
register, but Ginger kept at her mashing of her crotch up and down my
face for a long time. I could feel her juices spread across the latex:
where there was none, the latex would pull harder on her skin and
where it was, the her skin slid smoothly. I could feel the tugging on
the inside of the sheet. My own sweat was starting to make the latex
slide on my skin easily. Twice the breathing hose came out briefly
cutting off my air. The second time she put it back I could taste
a little of her lube on my end of the breathing hole. The taste
triggered me into a frenzy of squirming, I wanted to be licking her
cunt or fucking it, but she wanted to just tease me with it. The
suction prevented my squirms from achieving very much though.

She took a hand off my chest and slowed down her crotch grind. I felt
her tease my balls and then my cock with a finger. She would slide a
finger tip in circles around my balls, then figure eights which
included my cock, and circle up the shaft, to end with a quick squeeze
of my cockhead. Then she would start over. 

Finally she decided to stop her dance upon my face. She clambered
around, careful not to damage the sheet with her boots, then rubbed
her slit on my cock. I did my best to push my hips up to meet her
crotch, but the latex gave me very little space to move. Anyway, she
would have none of that, she just wanted to rub against it. I imagined
her there above, seeing her hands pinch her own nipples and squeeze
her breasts. I longed to see her actually doing that.

My thoughts were interrupted by her pinching my nipples. Hard and both
at once. I suspect some noise made it out of the little tube in my
mouth, I know I could hear my own groan.

After what seemed like another ten minutes of her teasing my cock and
taunting my body, I at last felt Ginger slide her cunt over my cock.
The way her body fit on top of it made me think of why cocks are
called "pricks" sometimes. She seemed so slippery, yet there on my
cock she was caught, pricked and squirming. She was hot, too, even
through the latex sheath, so much thicker than a condom, I could feel
her heat clearly. 

I heard almost immediately her start to make those half-yelled,
half-growled "ahhhhhs" and "ohhhhs" that told me her orgasm was
imminent. I was enjoying the fuck, but not yet that close to coming
again. As she had put it, the easy one was out already. I wondered
if she could tell I still needed time, or if she was going to finish
without me.

But I felt her orgasm cunt clenching and although she slowed, she
didn't stop. I wanted to squeeze her ass and tits but could only do so
in my mind. I felt her slip a small vibrator down by her clit, and
her moans and growls grew louder and her clenching grew tighter and
that began to push me to the edge. When she reached back and began to
stroke my balls I finally came again, but she still kept fucking me
for a few more minutes.

After she climbed off, I heard the vacuum turn off and the suction
die down. Outside of the latex bag, my sweat began to evaporate and
I felt a chill. I pulled the earplugs out and got used to the light
and normal hearing again. Ginger stood there smiling, still with her
boots on and the leather bra, though both cups were pushed off the
breasts now. She gave my cock a squeeze, then bent over and sucked
some of the cum off of it.

"You make a very good sex toy," she said, and then we kissed.



Elijah
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