LatexLair is home of one of the hottest latex beauties in the world. Bianca is a Canadian latex diva, and as you can see she is fucking hot!

I just discoverd LatexLair.com a few days ago and have been trying to get my erection to go down ever since. Bianca B. is the hottest latex goddess I have ever seen! I love the semi-see-through outfit she’s wearing in this pic. Looking at it, I imagine running my hands all over that slick shiny latex and feeling her warm body underneath it. Of course, one must pause at the breasts and give them extra attention, especially the nipples. And being able to barely see her pussy through the outfit is enough to drive me over the edge. I can’t help but think how much fun it would be to slide that off from the top down. Whew! I’ve got go get a tissue!

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Classy, exotic, leather, latex, high heels, knee high boots, all describe Stella van Gent. She loves fetish wear and even wears it out into the “real world”. Here’s what happens when she does:

For a moment, I knew what rapture was. I was sitting in my favorite cafe’ drinking espresso and reading “Berliner Morgenpost”. As I leaned over to take another sip of espresso, I glanced over the top of my newspaper and saw her. She was standing just ten feet away on the curbside lighting a cigarette. As she slowly inhaled the first puff, I allowed my eyes to wander down her body. She wore a tight fitting leather top, leather skirt, black nylons and over the knees leather boots with five inch heels. She looked absolutely delicious.

At this point I forgot where I was and my mind took me on a surreal trip, and I was suddenly naked except for the collar around my neck, in a dark room…

As I walked up behind her, she slowly turned toward me and stopped me with a look. I knew what was next and got down on my hands and knees ready to receive my punishment. She brought the crop down on my bare ass, lightly at first, almost teasingly, then much harder.

“Danke Geliebte”, I whispered.

“Do not speak to me in German! Your butchery of the language is an offense to my ears!”, she barked, in perfect English, and brought the crop down again.

“You’ve been very naughty. How do you plan on proving to me that you are still worthy of my presence?” she demanded.

I obediently turned in her direction and began to worship her black and white leather clad feet, the smell of the leather and her was intoxicating. After a short period of time, an instant, she pulled her foot away and smacked me on the ass with the crop again. It felt so good that I almost came. She noticed my reaction, and barked, “You will not satisfy yourself, until you satisfy ME! My slaves must have control, or else they are not worthy!”.

“Yes mistress”, I whimpered, my cock so hard and ready to burst that it was beginning to hurt. I was in nirvana.

She bent over and I crawled over to pleasure her. I softly caressed her ass and then began to massage her labia with my tongue. She moaned softly, which brought me even closer to orgasm…

“…mehr Kaffeeherr”, I heard the waiter say, snapping me out of my daydream.

My dream woman was no longer on the curbside. I didn’t see her anywhere.

“Kein danke”, I replied laying the newspaper in my lap, trying to hide my erection.

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Light skinned, red hair, bad fuckin’ attitude, and horny as hell all describe Liz Vicious. It’s not often that you come across a beauty like this.

Walking into that building, I didn’t know what to expect. I saw her over in a corner of the room. It was dark, and I couldn’t see what she was wearing. As I got closer, I thought it may be some sort of animal print form fitting outfit, but I was wrong. As I drew closer, her alabaster skin took on a glow in the dim light and I could finally see what she was wearing, or more accurately, what she wasn’t wearing.

I stopped about five feet from her, admiring her beauty. Her flawless skin, rounded breasts, long legs and red hair, that looked black in this dim lighting. She slowly came towards me, lightly trailing a finger across my chest. I didn’t make a sound, I was enjoying this too much. Before I knew it, she was gently pressing down on my shoulders, indicating that she wanted me on my knees. I was only too happy to comply, “Mistress…”, I whispered. She lifted her leg slowly and firmly planted her six inch stiletto healed foot on my chest, and commanded me to worship her body.

Starting with her delicate foot and supple calf, I began carressing, kissing, licking, and smelling her body. As I neared heaven, she let out a quiet moan and I knew that I had pleased her. Just as my nose brushed across her swollen labia, she pulled back and again planted her foot on my chest, this time using it to force me onto my back. The sudden change in position hurt a little and I smiled, knowing pain was part of this. Soon, she was standing over me with one foot on either side of my head. She began to lower her sweet juicy pussy over my face…

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