Discovery

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DiscoverySong was the wife of a North Korean diplomat. She was lucky – being part of the elite meant a nice apartment in Pyongyang, but it also meant a lonely life, confined to the cold, gray city. Her husband worked overseas – usually in Switzerland and so she rarely got to see him. From gossip she knew he kept mistresses over there – but she figured that as long as she had access to his power and he was doing this overseas, she could live with the compromise.One cold, wet afternoon Song was looking for an old dress in the storage cupboard. She noticed 2 boxes she hadn’t seen before. Taking them out she placed them on the table, and gingerly opened the first. Confusion was the result – the first box had some kind of shiny, rubbery material in it. She lifted it out and it became apparent that this was some kind of suit – all in black with a zip. She had never seen such a thing before. Underneath the suit was a pair of long black gloves made from the same shiny, soft material.Opening the 2nd box, which was tall and narrow Song also found another shiny item. Lifting these out she found that it was a pair of boots. Not the ugly type worn by the female military cadets, these were long and had a heel on them that she could not believe – at least 10cm.Song sat down on the couch. She didn’t know what to do – she realized that the heels on the boots meant that this was the kind of outfit not meant for going out in. Finally it dawned on her – these must belong to one of her husband’s mistresses.After a few minutes Song took a deep breath and picked up the suit. She had to turn it around a few times to work out how it opened. Finally she found the zip and gasped as it opened the suit right through the middle. Lifting the suit up again she held it against her body – it seemed like it might fit her, and she felt a strange feeling as the soft, shiny material brushed on her skin.Song decided to persist. Slipping her house clothes off, she gently put her legs into ankara escort the suit. Pulling it up over her legs, she gasped as the material pulled tight on her. Pulling it further up she threaded her arms into the long sleeves, tensing again as the material pulled tight on her body. Finally as it slid into place, she closed the zip, feeling the suit pull even tighter.Song stood there frozen. She couldn’t believe the feeling – stepping toward the mirror the suit both gripped and moved with her. She giggled as it slid over her pussy – this was a feeling she had never felt before. Looking in the mirror she couldn’t believe it – tall for a North Korean with firm breasts, the suit fitted her perfectly. Song felt that she looked both fully covered and totally naked at the same time.Committed now to trying the outfit on, Song quickly grabbed a boot and pulled it up. It fitted her perfectly, and she felt her foot slide into the base of the boot. She grabbed the other one, and pulled that up too. Sitting down, she then slid both boots closed, gasping as they closed tight on her legs.Finally she pulled the gloves over her long arms. Her hands felt amazing under the shiny material, both dulled and sensitive at the same time. She tentatively ran her hands over her body, and shuddered at the feeling. Slowly her hands went between her legs and rubbed her crotch, causing her to gasp as the rubbery material slid over her clit.Song then stood up. She wobbled at first – being part of the elite meant that she occasionally wore heels, but never anything this high. The length of the boots held her upright though and she admired how she looked in the mirror, the black material hugging every part of her tall body, her long black hair falling down over the shiny back.Song sat back down – not knowing what to do next. She knew that her husband must have fucked a woman dressed in this outfit – and feeling the anger rise she knew what she could do. She pulled on a dressing ankara escort bayan gown and went to the door. Her apartment was always guarded – usually by a young country boy. She usually ignored them, but that morning when she returned from shopping she noticed that the cadet today – Park – was unusually handsome, obviously he had been training hard.She opened the door slightly. “Park” she barked, “Come in here immediately”. “Yes Miss” came the reply. Park opened the door and stopped dead. Although Song wore the dressing gown, it was impossible to hide the high boots and gloves. “I said come in” she repeated and Park nervously stepped forward. “Close the door” she said, taking a dominant tone in her voice. Park pushed the door closed behind him. Song dropped the gown to the floor.Song looked Park up and down. She could see he was both confused and aroused – his face was fixed, but a bulge in his pants gave away his true feeling. “Sit on this chair Park” Song barked at him. “I…” he replied, but Song stared hard at him. “Yes Miss”. Park sat down on the kitchen chair, his eyes both trying to avoid her but not able look anywhere else either.Song walked right up to the chair and straddled him. She held her body right in front of his face, and then slid down on to his lap. She felt incredible – the tight suit made her feel completely in charge of the helpless cadet. She reached around behind him and grabbed the back of the chair, and pulled her body over his lap. “Miss…” Park said, not knowing what to do. “Hold me” Song replied and he reached around behind her, pulling her body on to him, feeling the smooth rubber against him.Song began to rhythmically grind on Park’s lap. She could feel his hardness through the suit, and she could also feel herself starting to get wet. Faster and faster she moved, softly moaning each time his hard cock pushed the shiny material against her clit.”Unzip me” Song demanded, standing up. Park didn’t know escort ankara what this meant, so Song guided his hand to the zippers on her shiny, round bottom. He nervously pulled at them. “Unzip me!” Song demanded and he pulled the zipper around her bottom and past her pussy. Song suddenly felt the cold air on her skin, a feeling which contrasted so sharply with the smooth wetness inside the suit that she moaned.Recovering her composure, Song yanked Park’s belt and unzipped his army uniform pants. His cock popped out – Song couldn’t believe how hard he was. She grabbed it with her gloved hands, and Park groaned as she slid them up and down the shaft. Park began to get up from the chair, but Song pushed him back firmly. She straddled him again and dropped down on to his hard cock, which slid right in. Song nearly fainted – the combination of the hot hard cock inside her and the suit pulling tight all over her body was indescribable.Slowly at first, and then faster Song began to ride Park’s hard cock. She glanced behind her at the mirror and couldn’t believe what she saw – this demure Korean woman dressed in this amazing shiny black outfit, riding a hard cock. The thought drove her wild, and she slammed down on Park’s cock. She moved both her hands to the front of her, gently rubbing her breasts with one while the other found her clit, the hard cock sliding past it.She began to rub her clit as she bounced on Park’s hard cock, slowly and then faster. Song thought that she might pass out – the pleasure was too much. Suddenly she tensed and pushed right down on Park’s cock. Sensing this, Park tensed too. A long second passed and then the orgasm hit Song like a wave. She rode the wave, her pussy clenching and releasing the cock tightly. Park groaned and then came too, pumping a hot spray of cum deep inside her. Song had never cum like this before – the outfit had turned her into a wild a****l. She groaned again, and rode Park’s cock as her whole body spasmed.Slowly the orgasm subsided and she stepped off Park’s lap. She felt the cum dribble out of her, the warm liquid running over her bare pussy and on to the suit. She had no idea what to do next – but what she did know is that she wanted more…

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