Miss Bustier Novels & Stories

A black lace corset-style bustier with delicate boning, sheer panels, and a sweetheart neckline that screams trouble. “Umm… Sam?” “Yes?” “The jeans, yes. Boots, okay. But the top? I don’t know. It might be too much. Don’t you think?” “Hell no. Plus, you’ll have a jacket. Chill.” I give her a worried look. “Trust me. You’ll give Luca a heart attack. And honestly? He deserves it.” I laugh, a little nervously. “Okay, I’ll try it on. But I don’t know if I can pull this off.”

“I think it’s just right.” She nods and continues taking the final measurements, more focused now. . .less hesitant. Good. Order is finally being restored. As soon as she’s done taking the final measurement, she steps back and studies me for a moment. “I have a suggestion,” she says. “I’m all ears.” “The bust area,” she gestures lightly. “I think we should tighten it a little. Just to be safe. That way, there’s no risk of it slipping down.” I tug at the top of the dress. She’s right, it fits, but not as securely as it should.

Marissa held out her hand, waiting for the phone, "You hurry up and finish going through all your stuff. We've already been here way too long." Jade didn't argue; she continued rifling through all the drawers in the room, sorting things, choosing which items went into a box and which belonged in a dumpster. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and let out a laugh, catching Marissa's attention again. "Could you imagine being this tiny?" She grinned at her, holding a bra up against her chest that was obviously not hers. Marissa chuckled, "I'm sure it would help with my back problems. I don't think that tiny piece of fabric would even hold in my side boob."

She decided to choose a provocative bra and panty set, hoping when they returned from their outing she could ignite his fire. She chose a black scalloped sheer lace I. D. Sarrieri bustier and matching panties. Both had sheer black mesh panels in the back and the panties had a cheeky briefs cut. She put on a pair of black ankle socks and pulled her favorite Nirvana t-shirt.

While it kind of looked like a bra, it was unlike any I'd ever seen. No straps, no hooks, no laces. Nothing. It seemed to hover over her chest and rest against the highest part of her ribcage. Drace ran a finger over her breasts. "It's a bustier, darling. Do you like it?" I nodded. "Can I touch it?" Tag made a noise in the back of his throat, drawing my gaze to him. He looked on the verge of passing out or yelling. I couldn't really tell which one. I looked back at Drace. Raised an eyebrow.

Missy POV “I didn’t even know I had this dress. Where did you find it?” I asked Britt. “In your closet,” she laughs. “Don’t lie. I have never bought any dress like this, Brittany.” The dress was skin tight and was made to accent your breasts and hips. The fabric bunched up on one side, making the dress appear to have a slight slit as it rose on that side. I know once it's on my body, it is going to be dangerously close to my nether regions.

“We’d best hurry along then, Neil. Class will start soon and I need to have this completed by then.” And so here Miss Debby unbuttoned the executive shirt she had been wearing. She lifted it free of her body and then did the same to her bra. Dear jesus! Those bountiful boobs were set free at last! Great, big heaping handfuls of flesh and orgasm right there on her chest. Such pretty, pink nipples better than I pictured they would be.

By the time our three days of waiting were up, I felt like I also knew the best restaurants and nightclubs in the city as well as a good deal of its history. I’d managed to purchase a bustier without him noticing. It was red with black lace trimming the edges and black cording securing the back. As anticipated, my breasts were barely contained in it to the point I feared that they might pop out; no matter how much the sales woman assured me that they wouldn’t. As I looked at myself in the mirror and turned to and fro, I took a deep breath to test the sales woman’s promise. I could feel my nipples inching to the edge of the bustier, but they didn’t peek out of it. So, I decided to be da

"Goddamn, can you blame us?" asked Matt, then added, "Those dresses are designed for one purpose, gettin' a man's attention." He came forward and stuck his crotch out emphasizing a serious hard-on clearly visible pushing against his pants. "I'd say you could call that mission accomplished!" "Oh god Matt, put the 'Beast' away," Missy said, turning her head as everyone started to laugh. The other sisters all came down the staircase a few minutes later, all wearing different slinky dresses, all of them looking incredibly hot.

But of course she was not successful. With a frustrated grunt, Missy finally gave up trying to be rational and reasonable. Straightening the fabric of her sodden panties over her starving crotch, she heaved a sigh toward the small wet spot on her chair and straightened the skirt of her dress, relieved that she'd managed to wrap it around her waist well enough to prevent it. that she too was wet after her masturbation sessions.