Red latex bodysuit

Your jaw drops. Carrie is wearing a red latex bodysuit. In your wildest dreams you never would have expected that. The six inch heels of her red platform shoes clack against the sidewalk.

She sexily struts toward the car, letting her later covered breasts bounce, and her beautiful ass sway. You are hard by the time she gets to the car.

“What’s with the outfit, Carrie?”

“This? Oh, I lost a bet with one of my charges. I didn’t expect to be going out, but I figured I’d make the best of it. Can you take me back to my place?”

You nod and begin the drive. The silence is awkward. You don’t know what to say.

Carrie reaches over and unzips your pants. You nearly run off the road when she leans over and begins gong you a blow job.

You can’t believe how good she is. You can barely stay focused on the road as she bobs her head. You wonder if this means she’s forgiven you. You cum.

She lifts her head up, licking your cum off her lips.

She purrs. “I’ve missed your giant cock, Nick. Wanna come upstairs?”

“Are you sure?”

She licks her lips. “Mm. Very sure.”

You follow her up the stairs, admiring the way the red latex clings to her round ass and contrasts her long pale legs.

You walk her inside. You are about to turn and leave when she gets close. Her latex coated breasts push into your chest. She stares into your eyes. Then she pulls you into a kiss. It is hot.

She breaks the kiss grabs your hand and pulls you toward the bedroom. You are a bit puzzled, Carrie was never this aggressive.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

She just laughs and pushes you on the bed. She practically rips off your pants. Before you can even move she is mounting you, still wearing the latex dress.

She begins to grind. You can’t believe how hot this is. As she undulates waves of pleasure wrack your body. You cum. You keep cumming. You’re still cumming.

“Carrie, what are you doing.”

Giggle.

Something is very wrong. Part of just wants to lay back and enjoy the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, but it feels wrong. You feel like your life **** is being drawn away.

You grope for Carrie’s nightstand hoping to find something to move her. You find a book. You swing it, slapping Carrie in the face.

“Ssss!”

She leaps off you, her face smoking. Her eyes become the color of fire, with black vertical slits. Her face changes shape.

“You, you’re not Carrie!”

She laughs. “I’m not, I’m Sanata. Rest assured though you little girlfriend is in good hands with the Doctor. She’ll soon be like me. Now I think it’s time for you to put down the Bible and let’s finish our fun.”

Her voice is persuasive and her eyes promise unholy pleasure. Deep down though, there is nothing but malice in them.

She grabs your arm , forcing the Bible from your hands. Her tail...She has a spaded tail! It wraps around your cock. It feels wonderful. You squirm bringing yourself to the other side of her bed. You grab a necklace. As you shove it in Sanata’s mouth you realize it’s Carries rosary.

Sanata screams. You roll away as her body catches fire. The odor is beyond foul. In moments there is nothing left but ashes and foul smelling goo.

Shit!

Carrie is still at The Company. You can brave demons and go back to rescue her or do the sensible thing and run like hell.