Miniskirt Space Pirates Novels & Stories

The Princess Peach. Soon the unconscious girl came to and was on her feet again though dripping with water. She cleaned up a little, and we hustled her out for some air. Even after that vicious coco-bump and drenching with alcohol, you could tell she was still great-looking. She was tall and slender, with a really natural look to her. She didn't put on makeup like most girls around here. Also, it didn't hurt that her miniskirt barely covered her fantastic legs. Legs that made men drool like a bulldog and women ached with envy.

The next person whose introduction I looked forward to, was the dark-haired girl in the corner. When it got to her turn, she stood up sharply. She had on a purple leather miniskirt and a large crop top that hugged her upper body flatteringly and left her belly exposed. She had a diamond navel ring. She was very tall in a curvy way that was pleasant to behold.

It was chic — the kind of place we’d always window-shopped at but rarely stepped into unless we were feeling bold or reckless. We were both today. Inside, soft music played from overhead speakers, and mannequins dressed in lacey, rebellious, totally-unpackworthy clothes stood guard. “Oooh,” Zane said, rushing toward a rack of leather mini skirts. “Look at this one!” She held up a deep red piece with gold accents that would’ve been banned in half the households around here. I raised my eyebrows. “You tryna get us exiled or admired?” “Same thing,” she grinned.

It kissed her denim miniskirt and her strapless red leather halter top. It was amazing to see a hot babe with supermodel looks dancing through the midst of an explosion. Mark became a little excited when the simulated young woman caught his eyes on her. She blew a kiss at Mark as the golden fire surrounded her dancing, curvaceous body. Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him.

I laughed, "Well… oops." The evening came around, and we decided to go check out the local clubbing scene. I wore my favorite black mini skirt (with no panties, of course) and a black leather bralette top that I bought before the trip. The skirt wasn’t the shortest one that I owned. But it was the sluttiest, it had laces on the front that I used to tighten it up more. The stretchy black fabric required me to constantly pull the skirt down as it would ride up with every step I took. As for the leather bralette, I purposely got one size smaller to make sure it hugged my body as tight as possible. Ken whistled when I walked out.

"No Panties Day" Scarlet Louis’s command from the bathroom still echoed in my head as I got dressed. “No panties today, Scarlet. Short skirt. I want easy access whenever I want that pussy.” I obeyed. I chose a thin, pleated white mini-skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a tight baby-blue crop top that hugged my full breasts and showed a strip of my stomach. Every time I moved, I could feel the cool air kissing my bare, still-sore pussy. Louis’s cum from the shower was still slowly leaking out of me, making my inner thighs slightly sticky.

It’s not the worst thing entering with five alpha types, though- rather than having to fight through the crowd, it parts like the red sea to let us through. The girls are I attract a lot of attention as we pass, but given who we’re with, nobody allows their gaze to linger for too long. The five of us got ready together this evening and we’re all dressed to kill in short skirts or dresses and sky-high heels. I’m wearing the black leather miniskirt that Quinn was so fond of, paired with a white ribbed tank top and a pair of black ankle booties. My hair’s down, crimped into waves, and Fallon went heavy on my eye makeup. The whole look is finished off with bright red lipstick, and I must look da

They say as they turn to me and I had heard Raff joke they weren’t little, but compared to their petite size their cock is enormous. “How does someone so tiny have such an enormous dick?” I ask in disbelief. “Easy, I’m a kitsune and I’m special,” they giggle, unbuttoning the shirt and throwing it aside as they pull it off with lightning speed they have a shibari harness that leaves their little pierced breasts exposed and their pierced nipples ready to devour.

“Only four days with full sails and engines. We’ll be moving at a full sprint as long as the weather holds. And if we’re not followed.” I glance at her, but she’s not looking in my direction. Her hair’s piled on the top of her head in a bun spilling with ringlet curls that glow a pale pink in the sunlight, and she’s wearing a dress similar to mine, but in a pale cream. A leather corset hugs her trim waist, and just like me, she’s wearing leather boots. A pirate’s outfit. “Are you a pirate?” I ask, unable to help myself. She snorts a laugh, squinting as she turns back in my direction. “What’s that?”

I looked at her and smiled shaking my head at her ignoring our previous drastic melodrama drowning the tension between us, she started laughing lightly. "I feel for them kids; you are going to be torturing them young minds" she posed sarcastically eying me up and down shaking her head like a parent’s disapproval. "Well says the one wearing that!" I responded rolling my eyes pointing at her choice of clothes. She was dressed up in a blue 90s skosh miniskirt with a white school shirt, long white socks and blue vans. Her shirt was a little small for her, it showed traces of her bra and body.