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I was at a conference in Austria. It was late, raining outside and I was 
bored. I went down to the hotel bar and consoled myself with a malt whisky. 

I had ordered a second glass and was settling back into my armchair when two 
figures entered the hotel. My attention was drawn to them by the click of 
their heels on the marble floor. I could only see their backs from where I was 
sitting. They both wore long shiny macs. The taller of the two was obviously a 
blonde the other had shorter, darker hair. I watched as they moved to the 
reception desk and proceeded to ask for their key. It struck me odd at the 
time that the receptionist only handed one key over.   

In unison the women turned and walked over to the bar. They both had their 
macs done-up tightly right to their necks. They spoke to the bartender and 
then the tall blonde strutted over to a free chair near me and sat down. As 
she did so, her mackintosh lifted slightly revealing a pair of 4" 
stiletto-heeled shoes and rubber leggings in all bright red. At this point 
something began to stir in my trousers. I looked up as I had caught myself 
staring - straight into the eyes of the blonde. I swallowed a large mouth of 
whisky and turned away. The dark-hair girl returned from the bar with two 
drinks and sat down next to her friend. A short unintelligible conversation 
followed and then the dark-haired girl got up and came over to me. My heart 
was in my mouth at this point, she must be coming over to complain at my 
ogling her friend. She stopped right infront of me and I had to lift my head 
right back to look at her as she said in heavily accented English, "You vill 
come with Tatia and me, ve have need of you". In almost a trance-like state I 
stood and followed Tatia towards the lift in the lobby.

I was virtually pushed through the door into their hotelroom. This time Tatia 
spoke, "You mind that we do this? Ingrid und I need a man to help us." "Yess, 
sure" I blurted out. With this the women both undid their mackintoshes at let 
them fall to the ground. My cock grew even bigger, Tatia was wearing a 
figure-hugging rubber catsuit in red with a full length zipper at the front. 
She proceeded to pull the zipper down to expose her magnificent cleavage. 
Ingrid was sporting a tight low-cut basque and panties all in glorious black 
rubber. She also wore a pair of thigh high polished leather boots with what 
must have been 6" heels.

Both women smiled at me. They moved closer to me, the smell of warm rubber and 
pussy strong in the air. Quickly and offering no resistance I was undressed. 
Tatia went to the cupboard and returned with items that were obviously 
intended for me. A pair of rubber leg-chaps, a steel hoop harness that was 
deftly attached to my straining cock, a rubber and steel ring chest harness, 
some elbow-length rubber mitts. Tatia and Ingrid both helped me into the 
various items. It felt incredible. The rubber chaps hugged my legs but left my 
harnessed crotch exposed.

Ingrid then produced a mask to put on me. An enclosed rubber hood with a 
balloon-gag mouthpiece on the inside and a solid dildo on the outside. She 
proceeded to put this over my head and thus I was in complete darkness. The 
gag was pumped up so that my mouth was full. My nose was full of the smell of 
rubber and talc. I could here myself breathing. 
One of the women kicked my calf and I drew my legs together. Quickly, 
something was wrapped round my ankles and I felt myself being bound in a 
smooth material. My arms were held down by my sides and the wrapping continued 
right to my neck. I couldn't move. I was guided round and then pushed 
backwards. I tried to scream, but the gag stopped me. I landed with a bounce 
on the bed. I took stock. I was now lying on my back, the dildo attached to my 
hood was the only thing I could move.
Someone grabbed the dildo and rubbed what must have been some lubricant on it. 
Then I felt a weight press on my mouth as one of the girls mounted the solid 
phallis. The smell of pussyjuice and lubricant overcame that of the rubber 
mask. Finally I felt arsecheaks press on my face and the squeak of rubber 
meant it had to be Tatia. There was a loan moan as the dildo completed it 
journey deep into her pussy.

My attention was altered away slightly as I heard some rustling and I felt a 
cool rush of air to my crotch. Whatever I was wrapped in was certainly making 
me hot. My cock sprung up once released from the material and Ingrid's mouth 
closed over my enlarged helmet. My mind exploded with the pleasure. In my 
mind's eye I could imagine the scene on the bed as Ingrid sucked hard on my 
cock and Tatia crouched over my rubber-encased face sliding up and down on the 
dildo. I came explosively as Ingrid withdrew from my cock and rubbed the 
sensitive end over her exposed breasts and rubber basque. My head shock as 
Tatia noisily orgasmed and then she moved off and planted herself on my still 
swollen cock....or was it Ingrid.....I couldn't tell now.

It went on for hours. The girls changing places until I had no clue as to 
which was which. At one point, my balls were licked and sucked as my cock slid 
up inside a tight, lubed anal entrance. Later, I felt a tongue lick the juices 
that had dripped from the dildo off my facemask.

How much later it was when hands deftly freed me from my captive bounds, I 
couldn't tell. I was exhausted as I removed the mask and surveyed the room. Of 
Ingrid and Tatia there was no sign........I mean it......nothing save the 
sweet smell of rubber and cum. Now I realised it had been clingfilm that I was 
wrapped in, as I removed the last vestigaes from round my legs and ankles. I 
stood, weak with pleasure, dressed slowly and left quietly.