My love for latex

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Her day had already been stressful enough, the looming deadline of having a set of clothes planned out for her show was bringing her mood down. Even with the chance to try on so many beautiful outfits, there was no real joy in it, no time to appreciate how they make her feel.

As Arin continues trying on her outfits, she’s in the midst of undress as the latch on her dressing room door clicks open. A sudden jolt of fright spreads across Arin’s body as she turns around to the door, covering herself with her next outfit in hand, heart suddenly racing at the prospect of being seen like this. Thankfully for her, it was her assistant that had come in unannounced, a few papers in-hand with more details about the show.

Seeing Arin half-naked and covering herself, he hurriedly turns around, blushing as he tries to find somewhere to place the papers.

“S-sorry about that! I’ll knock next time!”

Well it was a bit late for that promise, having already seen more of Arin than any of her fans had dreamed of. As she peers down at the remaining pile of outfits, a sadistic smile creeps across her face as she watches him shuffle toward the door.

“Hold it! I still need help with some of my outfits.”

The sudden mention of him staying caused him to freeze in what looked like terror, hesitating to the prospect of what she was implying. Arin was annoyed by his hesitance, opting to take the initiative and step closer to him, emphasizing his choices of either rushing out through the door, or turning around and submitting to his boss’ request.

There was an awkward moment in the room, Arin giving him the chance to finally turn around and give in to what she wanted, but either out of fear or reluctance, he opts for absent-mindedly staring at the door, hoping things would just go away. Not pleased with his silent answer, Arin grabs the papers from his hands and tosses them onto a box nearby, then spins him around in place, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Do your job and help me pick these outfits out!”

Her stern tone seems to have snapped him back to his usually subservient role, not questioning her intent, simply obeying as he follows her into her dressing room. Whilst he trails behind her, Arin can’t help but let her sadistic smile grow even more, giggling softly to herself as she can practically hear his frightened heartbeat behind her, unsure of whether the next few hours will turn out well for him or not.

Now out of the prospect of being walked-in on, Arin snaps her fingers and points at the floor, giving him a place to stand awkwardly as she dives behind the divider to change.

The assistant tries his best to remain professional, but even the smell of the room was filling his mind with perverse thoughts, the subtle scent of Arin’s perfume, a room that only moments ago she was naked in, trying on a myriad of sensual outfits. Then it dawned on him, only a few feet away, Arin was changing behind that divider, her slender body on display for anyone that happened to peer past it. The urge grew, to take a hesitant step forward and steal a glance of his boss, naked in all of her beauty!

Lost in his fantasy, he’s suddenly snapped back to reality as he hears the clacking of Arin’s heels on the cold floor as she comes out from behind the divider. What he saw instantly filled his chest with a burning desire.

Arin had slipped on a tight and very tight latex outfit, as if she was a dominatrix! A set of intimidating latex boots gave way to the skin-tight figure of her waist, emphasizing her ass as it clung to her skin, almost as if it was a second skin. The slight squeak of the latex as she shifts her weight from one hip to the other, staring at her assistant expectantly as he continues ogling her body. His eyes continue gliding across her visage, stealing looks of her chest, almost bursting out of the tight latex, enticingly drawing the eye to her ample tits before he continued up, finally meeting her stern gaze.

To him, it was that of anger at his blatant lecherous stares, but Arin couldn’t hide a small smile that he thankfully didn’t notice. Seeing his half-brained reaction meant that the rest of his brain was somewhere else entirely, and she giggled to herself before turning around, bending at the waist as she peered through the choices of lipstick across her vanity.

“So, what do you think?”

There wasn’t much chance to think! Arin was bending over practically in the poor assistant’s face, wiggling her hips as she slowly applied her chosen shade. His mouth hangs open as the burning desire turns into pure lust, wanting to reach out and grab her waist, squeezing her pert ass in his hands as he tore the latex from her skin, taking what he wanted fr-

“I said, what do you think?!”

Arin snapped at him, shouting out to pull him away from the thoughts she knew he was having behind her, and straightened herself out, turning around to face him. The look on his face was absolutely priceless, flushed red as he was hunched over slightly, clearly trying to hide his own arousal between his legs, which she found adorable, but was still awaiting a response.

“Yes, it’s great! It… really captures your figure.”

It was the best he could do, stammering out this response as he could imagine her impatience was only growing by the second. He was right, but only because she wanted him to fall further into desire before finally making her pivotal move.

“My figure?! Who said you could eye up my figure you little pervert!”

Her words cut through his confidence at what he said, causing him to recoil slightly as she began berating him.

“I asked you to help me choose an outfit! Not leer at my body you fucking creep!”

His heart sunk, practically watching his career slip through his fingers at the hands of a disgruntled starlet. Through her anger, Arin steps forward, reaching out a hand to grab at his collar as she pins his back against the wall.

“You realize I could have you fired in a second, right?!”

She knew she had sprung her trap on him properly, looking at the man’s hesitance to reply, knowing how fucked he was. Deciding to solidify her intentions, Arin gives him the final order on her mind.

“Get in that chair and stay still.”

Her cold tone betrayed her thoughts, wanting nothing more than to hear him squeal for her. As he slowly sat down, she made her way over, watching as his eyes widened at the sight of her kneeling between his legs, pulling at his pants eagerly. 

“I said stay still!”

His fidgeting stopped, letting Arin take full advantage of his half-hard cock that finally popped free of his pants. Without waiting, she clasped her hand around it, feeling it throb between her fingers, desperation and panic clearly setting in.

“Oh, don’t shoot too quickly now~ We need to build you up!”

She was certainly taking her role seriously, her strokes were painfully slow, despite his arousal it wasn’t enough to send him over the edge, or even let himself relax.Even as his cock felt as if it was about to pop at the tension, his cum only kept building at his base as she continued giggling, watching him squirm with each stroke.

A few agonizing minutes go by, the room filled with constant whimpers and moans from her assistant’s lips as he squirms in his chair, struggling against the desperation as she’s a simple action away from having her gorgeous lips forced to throat his cock. He continues with that thought process, imagining her gagging and sputtering around his shaft as he fucks her throat,

every once in a while pulled away from his fantasy as she tightens her grip around his shaft, increasing her pace slowly as the minutes go by.

Before long, there’s no more need for him to fantasize, her pace having increased so much that he couldn’t even hope to imagine anything else, her hand becoming a blur as she frantically milks him for his load.

“Go on you stud! Cum for me~!”

Her encouragement was all he needed, feeling the tension at his base building up to a breaking point, precum soaking her hand, the lewd wet sounds of her hand sliding across his shaft echoed in the room. As his orgasm nears, Arin crawls closer to his cock, almost letting his tip touch her face as she breathes heavily against it, whimpering as she can feel his throbbing become more powerful.

“20… 19… 18…”

Arin starts counting him down, not understanding at first, but as she continues he realizes what she was asking. She wanted him to paint her face on command, to release all of his cum at once!

“6… 5… 4…”

It was coming, the intense pleasure overwhelming his mind, screaming out to finally cover her confident face in his sticky load! Her stroking becomes almost painful, the final few seconds drawing near… He has to hold back the pleasures as to not cum early, waiting for that final order before letting his lust take over.

“2… 1…”

Arin suddenly lets go, leaving her assistant bucking his hips in the air desperately.

“Go on, cum for me~! Cum all over my face, please!”

She can’t even try to hide the evil tone to her voice, knowing damn well what she had done. He was left on the absolute edge of orgasm, even her subtle breath against his skin would send him crashing over the edge, but nothing came…

“Please~ Let me taste it!”

She didn’t stop her teasing, leaning forward until her mouth was almost swallowing his tip, her tongue hanging out of her mouth to catch his load that never came. Arin couldn’t hold onto her act any more, breaking out into laughter as his moans became pained whimpers, his body trembling in his chair as she covered her mouth, struggling to compose herself.

Still laughing down at his frustrations, Arin straightens herself out, flashing him a pouty face when she turns around, giving her ass a final swat before giving him a final order.

“Get out.”

The man recoiled at the sight of the starlet spanking herself, still trembling from his arousal, feeling his orgasm fade away as she disappears to change out of her skin-tight outfit. Not wanting to risk his job, he hurriedly dresses himself before disappearing out the door, hearing her voice call out one last time.

“Same time tomorrow.”

A cold chill ran down his spine, and he knew that he was well and truly fucked, but in the best way possible.

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