Huntergirl Dress Novels & Stories

"Hazel! We're going to visit our dying grandma, not fucking Paris Fashion Week! Dad said if you're not out in the next minute, we're leaving without you!" I groaned, legs still shaky. "Coming!" I turned off the vibrator with trembling fingers, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop. My pussy felt empty and raw, still fluttering. I quickly wiped myself down with tissues, but I was still drenched—my folds puffy and glistening. No time for a proper shower. I grabbed the first black dress I saw, a short, tight one that hugged my curves. No bra, no panties. I couldn't waste another second. The fabric clung to my still-sensitive skin, my hard nipples poking obscenely against the thin material. I cro

I couldn't let anyone see it. I waited until she was two steps away. I quickly shifted the dagger into the waistband of my shorts under the dress and whipped my empty hands out in front of me. “See?” I breathed. “Nothing.” Maya stopped. Her frown deepened. She didn't look convinced. She stepped closer and her hand shot out to grab my wrist. She spun me around. I held my breath and prayed that the waistband held a little longer. Her hand patted down my back and stopped just inches above where the hilt dug into my skin. She patted my sides.

Star slipped into the dress and pulled up the zipper and without even looking in the mirror she knew she loved it. The soft netting of the bodice ruched into a deep v-neckline which was sinched with a thin navy blue belt and flowed into an A-line skirt staggard embroidered with light blue-almost white flowers. "It's the one," Star announced and stepped out of the bathroom with a happy smile on her face. "It's… Wow, Star." Donna stared at her with teary eyes and a beaming smile while Mrs. Robin clasped her hands together like a proud mother.

Temptation weaponized. Estela drifted toward her bed, fingers grazing silken sheets before lifting a piece of fabric from the mound. The dress in particular, a thin transparent fabric the color of rotten blood. The front was scandalously bare, nipples barely covered, while only the slope of her ass was covered. Gaetano would be waiting for her in the pleasure room. Waiting to sink his teeth into her as proof of their allegiance. Two bastards who deserved each other. She held the gown up against her body, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Now be a good pet and come help me zip this dress. I need to look sexy for your father.”

Chapter 4: The Ghost and the Hunter: The smart thing would be to refuse. Stay in jeans and a hoodie, show him he couldn't control her. But something in the way he'd said "don't disappoint me" made her hands reach for the dress anyway. It fit perfectly. Of course it did. He probably knew her measurements better than she did at this point.

Dallas had instructed them to show up totally in character – he’d mentioned nosy, curious neighbors – and so she’d emerged from the bathroom dressed in the nicest things to ever touch her body. Hunter had gazed at her in the silk wrap dress that was snug in all the right places, the buttery leather strappy high heels, the stunning real, actual gold necklace around her elegant neck. She’d put on more makeup than she usually wore, and her eyes and lips stood out in her gorgeous face. He’d stood to greet his ‘wife’ and at seeing her shoulder exposed by the scoop-neck of the dress, he’d been unable to stop himself from dropping a tiny kiss on the gentle curve. She’d shivered as his hot lips met

Liz really looked like an angel. Gigi wanted to gasp, she looked beautiful. Her hair was still orange, her smile was still the sweetest ever, her laugh was still Gigi's comfort sound and her legs were still long and Gigi just had to bite her lip to control herself from crying. Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and had two braids on her hair. Gigi felt the need to run and hug her but she controlled herself

I start laughing at her this time and she just sticks her tongue out at me and yanks my arm out of my room and down to their room where Heather is still getting ready. "Almost finished, There, I'm done. Let's go!" Of course, Heather is running late, she has to make sure her make up is perfect anytime she leaves the pack house, just in case she finds her mate. We get to the mall and the first store we go into I find a gorgeous knee length black cocktail dress that is off the shoulder, has a deep V neckline, and ruffled slit that shows the inside of my thighs. Perfect for tonight.

Joe said, looking towards the dance floor. It was the dancing girl. Hunter could see her face now, she was facing them. She was wearing a black silk boob-tube dress with black high heels matching her dress. Her lips had red lipstick and her hair was in long blonde curls falling on her bare back. She was beautiful. There was a man in a black tux dancing around her trying to get her attention. He kept trying to take her hand and trying to copy her silly moves but she continued to ignore him.

A gown. Hila had gone gown shopping. She had chosen a champagne-coloured A-Line prom dress, a corset dress which, the salesgirl had assured her, was formal evening party wear. It even had a court train and was sleeveless with a spaghetti strap, boasting a tulle with a slit. But Hila had managed to slip in her trusty gun in her underwear. A girl was not safe without a weapon, she had reasoned. Now she stood, wearing her hair longer than usual, reading the bemused expression on the face of Piers Delano as he gazed at her.