Sexy Inmate Costume Novels & Stories

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.

Some of them were latex and kinky as hell, others more flimsy and revealing. ‎Mum was busy pulling on a grey mini skirt. She was already wearing some stockings, a white revealing blouse with a grey, tight and cut off at the elbows blazer. I knew she had a pair of glasses to help pull off her sexy secretary look. The only thing she needed was a messy up do and she'd be ready to go.

When he enters at last, he slides smoothly through. The creak of the leather couch becomes steady and then speeds up, accompanied by the claps of his crotch and my ass. He gazes down my sweaty body. I picture myself as I appear in his eyes along with all the remaining accoutrements of my cosplay costume – real cat ears, bonnet, choker, chain, the swishing bangs, the two braids framing my jiggling breasts, the off-kilter lines from my garter belt to my rippling thighs, the Mary Janes next to his thumbs – and I reach my umpteenth orgasm simultaneously with him, as he sends warm ribbons of semen into my womb. I have yet another orgasm soon after, when I feel Septimus grow a second penis right u

m. I agonized over what to wear—casual? Sexy? I chose a white silk blouse (buttons down the back), sheer lace bra and matching panties, short skirt, thigh-highs, heels. Elegant but fuckable. She unlocked the door, pulled me inside, and locked it. Jessica looked edible: tight T-shirt (no bra), jeans hugging her curves. She hugged me tight, her full breasts crushing against mine, nipples hard points through fabric. She led me to the back, past shelves of adult DVDs, her ass swaying enticingly.

Let's look at everything and I get a bunny costume and a kitten costume, Jennifer gets the leopard costume and the naughty police one. “Lady, ask me a question, that giant dick there is just decoration, right?” Jennifer asks pointing to the mega dick. “Yes, that one did, but the others over there didn’t.” She says pointing to the other side where she has many rubber penises and vibrators. “It’s our first time here and we wanted some tips, what do you recommend for beginners like us?” Jennifer asks softly.

I was so nervous but, at the same time, thrilled about the naughty things we were going to do. I excitedly put on the costume that was so daring. The costume included semi-thong panties and red garters that connected to thigh-high white sheer stockings. The top fits the shape of my body. The top pushes my big boobs up, revealing my cleavage. I sat in front of the dresser and fixed my hair. I put a little makeup and cherry red lipstick on my lips. I also wore red high-heeled pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked super hot. I took pictures and sent them to our GC. A few minutes later, one of my friends made a video call, which I answered. "You're awesome, girl! Tito Icero will

Damien had rented the entire top-floor suite again, and this time they had a surprise waiting for their favorite girl. Lexi arrived in a long coat, heart fluttering with excitement instead of pure fear now. When he stepped into the suite and dropped the coat, the entire room went silent. He wore a full slutty maid outfit. A tiny black and white dress with a scandalously short frilly skirt that barely covered the bottom of his ass. White thigh-high stockings with little bows at the top. Delicate lace garters. A frilly headpiece sat perfectly on his blonde wig, and a small choker with a silver bell rested around his slender neck. Underneath, sheer black panties struggled to contain his already

“That’s my personal property! You have no right to open it!” However, the more desperately she tried to stop them, the more guilty she appeared. The officer ordered his men to restrain her and forcibly opened the suitcase. What was inside was eye-opening. There were black stockings, various fetish costumes, and a large box of opened condoms. I raised an eyebrow and said mockingly, “Wynnie, this is what you call completely innocent? That’s downright disgusting!” The other team members and the security staff all looked at her with undisguised contempt.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

I am hiding in the VIP area, waiting for the text that will make me walk between the sea of bodies rubbing against each other in the hope of scoring some nameless sex. As soon as my phone dings, I walk out of the room, placing my mask back on. My mask covers most of my face, and I am happy about it because I can swear I just saw someone I wish I have never seen. I walk around until I spot her at the bar. Her black dress hugs her curves, and she is wearing latex. I like it. It looks wild on her and makes her look like a dominatrix, while I know she will love to be on her knees doing what I tell her to do. There's a guy grabbing her wrist, and I can see her slapping him. That's my girl, but I