My neighbors, a mother and daughter—today everything went off my plan.

For some time now, my relationship with my neighbors—mature Elena and her adult daughter Katya—had moved into the realm of forbidden pleasure. We would meet in secret, indulging in passionate delights where roles sometimes shifted, but today everything went differently. They knocked on my door late in the evening, as usual, with mysterious smiles. "Let's go to the bathroom to change," Katya whispered, and I nodded, anticipating the familiar ritual. While the water was running, I prepared the bed, laying out silk sheets.

They came out, and I froze. Both were in tight latex suits: a black sheen clung to their bodies like a second skin. Elena's suit accentuated her voluptuous curves—full

breasts, wide hips—with cutouts exposing her nipples. Katya looked like a seductive cat: a narrow waist, long legs in latex stockings, a suit with a zipper from neck to crotch. "Do you like it?" Katya giggled, moving closer. They dove into bed with me, and a wave of arousal washed over me. Katya leaned down, her warm lips and clever little tongue began to caress my nipples, sucking and nibbling until goosebumps ran across my body. Elena, with her experienced hands, sank lower, taking my cock into her mouth. Her mouth was a hot, wet whirlwind—she swallowed deeply, her tongue circling the head while her hand massaged my balls. I moaned, writhing, and came quickly, a powerful stream filling her mouth. She swallowed it all, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

I relaxed, breathing heavily, but suddenly felt cold metal on my wrists. Handcuffs! My hands were chained to the headboard. "What are you..." I began, but Katya pressed a finger to my lips. "Now we want you to feel what we feel," Elena said in a low, commanding voice. They stood up, and I saw: strapped to both their hips were thick, realistic black silicone cocks, glistening with lube. Resisting was impossible; I was helpless.

Katya took a pack of women's tights—thin, black, shiny—and began pulling them onto my legs. The silky fabric slid over my skin, humiliating and arousing me at the same time. "You'll be our girl today," she whispered. Meanwhile, Elena approached my face, holding a rubber cock-gag. She forced my mouth open, shoving it inside, and fastened the straps. "Suck, sweetie," she commanded, and I choked on humiliation, drool running down my chin.

Katya spread my legs in the tights, lubricated my anus with something cold and slippery. Her fingers penetrated inside, stretching, preparing. "Relax, or it will hurt," she warned. Then I felt pressure—the head of her strap-on pressed against the opening. She entered slowly but relentlessly; at first, a sharp pain pierced me like a red-hot needle, I groaned into the gag, my body tensed. But then… then the pain gave way to a strange, wild pleasure. I fell into madness, rocking back to meet her thrusts. Elena stroked my chest, biting my nipples, while Katya fucked me rhythmically, deeply, her hips slapping against my buttocks.

They flipped me onto my stomach, putting me on all fours. Katya continued from behind, her strap-on now entering more easily, stretching my anus, touching my prostate—waves of ecstasy washed over me one after another. Elena sat in front of me, spreading her latex-clad legs, and tore off the gag. "Lick me, slave," she ordered, pressing my head to her pussy. I greedily buried my tongue in her wet folds, caressing her clit, tasting her salty juice. She moaned, digging her fingers into my hair, while Katya pounded from behind.

Then they switched: Elena entered me with her strap-on, her movements were rougher, more experienced, she spanked my buttocks, leaving red marks. Katya now sat on my face, her young body writhing as I licked her ass and pussy, inhaling her musky scent. It was complete madness—sweat, moans, the squeak of latex, their laughter at my helplessness. I came again, without being touched, cum splattering onto the sheets, and they didn't stop, driving me to the edge. Finally, they released me, embracing me with their wet bodies. "Now you're ours," Elena whispered, and I knew: this was only the beginning.