The Latex Facilitator begins her final lesson

With one last, decisive pump, the Latex Facilitator milks out a final rope of semen straight out of my cock, I'm allowed to collapse backwards as I'm left desperately gasping for air.

Upon doing so, all the woman around me gathered in close to look at my prone, **** form on the floor, the sound of their rubbery outfits making me moan as my cock continues to throb needily, **** for more of that artificial texture.

"Now, it's time to finish your training and fully convert you into a proper latex ****," the pink-haired vixen of a woman says, walking forward from my feet to me head until she was right atop of my face, switching her feet around so as to be facing my legs... before dropping herself down, and sitting her glorious latex ass right atop of my face!

In an instant, every fiber of my being not occupied with cumming from the impact of her booty upon my face was screaming at me to worship her latex-clad pussy as her perfectly soft asscheeks smothered my face through her latex suit! "I know you believe it, but now it's time for all of us to **** you to experience latex sex in all forms..." she says ominously, as I heard the thirty women around us get into position...!

...

I was in a Hellish latex Heaven. The Latex Facilitator's ass remained firmly planted on my face as I single-mindedly worshipped her tightly outlined pussy through her latex bodysuit, her erotic fluids seeping through for me to ingest, only making me even hornier and obedient towards her and her latex. While this was happening, the other women were making me cum again and again with various parts of their latex-clad bodies. Hands, breasts, thighs, asses, legs, feet... even with places like their armpits, kneepits, and stomachs. So long as it was wrapped up in latex, I was made to cum in seconds from the combined intensity of the wonderous stimulation from above and below.

I couldn't tell how much time had passed since the domain was first completed around me, and I knew within that the Latex Facilitator could easily manipulate the flow of time in here to go as fast or slow as she wished. But eventually, she had decided that my "training" was completed... as as she lifted her ass off of my face, I knew it too.

Even after all of those orgasms, I couldn't get the sound, feeling, and now taste of latex out of my mind... even while laying there, utterly spent and exhausted from perhaps hundreds of continuous orgasms at the hands - as well as other body parts - of all these latex women, I still craved for more. Every square inch of latex I spotted was latex I wanted to keep milking me dry for the rest of time...