Miss Bustier Novels & Stories

To get the dress out of the way, I had to lift the damn thing, then I carried it to the corner where I tossed it. “That cost ten grand,” she said. “Well spent. I’ll never take it off you again and that was worth every penny. The rest of this shit might be the death of me.” “It’s a crinoline and a bustier,” she said when my frustration came through. The damned crinoline thing was tied in a knot. This would be Megan’s doing and I knew the evil bitch was smiling right now. “Knife, scissors, you’ll think of something, crazy boy.”

I had to admit, I did look pretty good. Charlie ended up in an fitted emerald green off the shoulder shirt that brought out the reddish tone in her hair and a pair of black skinny jeans. When she first started trying on clothes, we were both a bit shocked. and I couldn’t help but agree when Maddy said, “Damn girl, where have you been hiding this hot body?! You gotta dress up more often!” Maddy finally decided on a strapless red bustier (which I’m fairly certain was intended to be worn underneath a shirt instead of as a shirt but she pulls it off) paired with black high waisted short shorts to show off her long legs.

Hitomi was a sweet, naive girl with a body that drove men wild. At just 22, she had a figure that would make even the most experienced seductress envious – an hourglass shape with an impossibly tiny waist and a pair of breasts that strained against every top she wore. Unfortunately for Hitomi, finding bras that could contain her ample bosom was a constant struggle, leaving her always worried that her nipples might pop out at any moment.

Maria welcomed the idea of embarking on such a thrilling escapade, sneaking out of the group, exploring hidden spots, and creating memories that would bind them closer together. Maria wore her signature outfit—her favourite skirt and blouse—which always made her feel confident and beautiful. Her blouse was a vibrant shade of red, perfectly complementing her dark hair and radiant smile. It fitted very well over her slender frame, showing off her graceful breasts, which were confined in her bra beneath the fabric. Satish noticed how stunning she looked, and admiration filled his heart.

It felt better than wearing black leather boots and cover shoes from Monday to Friday. .I remember fumbling with my GSM Mobile phone for a couple of minutes before Bussy appeared in the distance. She wore a plain navy blue gown on a pair of white high-heeled flip-flops. Bussy’s hair was tied behind her, and the faint mark of an old scar above her left eyebrow was visible. Bussy had a unique style of walking. I had never seen another lady walk the way Bussy did. Her choice of perfumes and deodorants were simply out of this world.

Her eyes landed on Missy, who was a few models ahead from her. Missy’s smile reached ear to ear and she was giggling. She patted her lingerie properly, then checked herself out. She was wearing an all-red type of lingerie. It was an off-the-shoulder with lace turned into ruffles. Her outfit was made entirely with stretchable lace, as it hugged her, showing off her curves and her small cleavage. Her underwear was not made out of chiffon fabric. Her red stilettos glittered every time the light caught a glimpse of it. She was mesmerizing.

“My Lady, you were accidentally mouth-kissed TWICE, and now he’s taking you to a meadow full of sunshine and vulnerability. That’s a date.” “Still not a date,” I hissed as she yanked a scandalous black dress out of the closet. It looked like something a demoness would wear to a royal seduction tournament. “It’s called the Boobzilla for a reason,” Anita said with glee. “This neckline has made generals kneel. Literally.” “Nope,” I said, shoving it back into the abyss. “This is a picnic. I’m going for soft fairycore, not summon-a-husband-core.”

“You ready to try it on? I have my kit in case we need to make last minute adjustments.” “Absolutely.” I put down my bowl, unable to finish it. She ties a victorian bustle cage petticoat to make the dress lay out like a big ball gown behind me. This way with my belly it’ll look like a fully round petticoat. The dress falls to the floor with a bit of a train behind me. The sleeves are more for show and dangle on my arms. The bust is a corset style which will help keep the girls in place. She doesn’t tie it too tight but enough so nothing falls out of place.

The skirt was nothing more than several layers of see-through material with slits, exposing bare legs with almost every step or turn. As I surveyed the gown closely, I quickly found another problem: the size. It would surely accommodate Portia's nearly flat chest, but stuffing my breast into this bustier might become quite a challenge. Muttering a curse, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and peeled off my jeans. Then I unclasped my sports bra and grabbed the pink gown. It took me ten minutes to put it on and tie the bustier without anyone's help. Then I stepped in front of the mirror and groaned. This was a disaster. My boobs looked like they could pop out at any moment, and the rest of the d

But before I could question it, she starts explaining. “Well, that is the only and most important wearable item Mr. Williams didn’t send, so I figured it should be on top of our list!” logical enough, but normal under wears would have done it, this boutique though looks very, very expensive, not to mention, very, very sexy and provocative, it honestly looks like any man’s fantasy. I shake my head and let Maisie chose for me, but she doesn’t act like a person on budget at all, she keeps on picking up stuff until I tell her it was enough!