Sexy Inmate Costume Novels & Stories

The makeup artist barely did much to my face except a light blush on my cheeks and a soft raspberry pink stain on my lips. I survey myself in the mirror, my stomach in knots. The tops of my breasts are plump and spilling out of my bra cups. My panties ride high on my hips, advertising a whole lot of my butt cheeks. I usually wear plain bras and panties. The most exciting underwear I own is a matching cherry-patterned set. I’ve never worn anything this intensely sexual and scandalous. I look ready to get fucked. Oh god. Adam is going to see me in this! There’s a short knock on the dressing room’s door. When I answer, Victor pokes his head through the gap.

Lucas growled, “You're coming with me! And that's final. You belong to me, Reina. Don't think I'm letting you out of my sight so you can go back into the arms of that bastard!” “Bastard?! You didn't think he was one when you paid him to have sex with me!” Lucas frowned; Xavier wasn't the man he paid. He had opened his mouth to say he wasn't talking about the man he paid to have sex with her, but Xavier. However, the next thing Reina said angered him; he forgot about it. Reina looked at the assistant standing nearby and requested, “I need that lingerie in red, and that,” she pointed at another lingerie on a mannequin; it was black, with slits at the side. “and that in black.”

She was gasping desperately for air while he railed her from behind. “Come on my cock,” he ordered. She couldn't hold back no more, she shattered, as her pussy clenched around him as waves of unwanted pleasure ripped through her. Samson groaned and flooded her with hot cum, pumping every drop deep inside her. He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried, stroking her hair tenderly. “You belong to me now.” x****x♡˖ The next evening, the hedonistic party began. The main salon had been transformed. Low lighting, pulsing music very loud, and the scent of expensive cigars and sex. Naked waitresses—other captured girls, Selena realized with horror—served champagne. The men lounged on leather co

Part of the wall slid back, revealing a hidden room. Natalia gasped. It was a sex dungeon...complete with a Saint Andrew's cross, a bondage bed, restraints hanging from the ceiling, shelves lined with toys, whips, paddles, plugs, vibrators, dildos of every size. "This is where we'll explore," Damien said. "But not tonight. Tonight is about claiming you properly. Establishing ownership. Strip." Natalia removed her dress, her lingerie, her heels, standing naked in his bedroom while he remained fully clothed.

I just seemed to love being treated like a slut. Anyway, we eventually decided to go to an adult theater over in the next town that we knew of. I dressed that night for the kill. I wore black stiletto heels and black fishnet stockings and suspenders. I wore a black g-string made of shiny latex and a matching latex bra. Over this I wore a black tight ultra mini-skirt that just about covered my ass cheeks, and a classic black tight top that started just above my navel. It was low-cut and exposed a lot of cleavage. Dark makeup and ruby red lipstick finished it off. Mac told me I looked very sluttish, and I just smiled, saying that that was exactly the look I was going for. Then I winked at him.

THEME: Christmas Sex "Who's Santa's dirty girl?" "I am," Monica moaned, stroking her pussy folds with her fingers. She was seated on a bench on the roof of her family's house. Standing close to her, but not touching, was a man in a Santa costume, tugging at his cock. He was a rather fat man with a dirty mouth and wasn't Monica's usual type. But she was too horny to care. Besides, he filled out the Santa costume quite nicely, though, and he had a nice dick.

I looked at him like he had grown multiple heads, ready to throw some insults at him, but then I remembered the handcuffs and kept quiet. I pushed the panties down, and they pooled at my feet, I instinctively covered my pubic area with a palm. Lucas smirked, he looked amused, heck, he was amused. “Turn around, Princess", he groaned loudly. I did as instructed, unable to fight back as everything had dawned on me. " Now, wear the gift”. He said casually. I trembled with excitement, as I figured every part of the costume, it was a sexy nurse cosplay costume. It consisted of a

I was part of something I didn’t yet understand… and that thrilled me. Zayn, led me through rooms bathed in red and neon light. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sounds of moans and whispered pleas echoing off the walls. My tight mini dress clung tighter to my curves,my lack of panties making it worse, it felt like a silent invitation to the night’s activities . In one room, a woman lay bound to a velvet-covered frame, her body arched off the bed. Leather ropes were tied around her body, her breasts adorned with nipple camps.

I got to the hotel he had dropped on our chat and it turned out that this guy was messed up. I made sure I was sexy enough tonight tho, he looked loaded. Who knows what the tip would be like tonight. I wore a black tight gown thats had a cut by the side. I wore a push up bra and my breast was on display, full. He wanted me to dominate him during the sex. Oh well, the pay was good. Better than everything I’ve gotten. I agreed to it. I get to make more money and also be in control of the sex. I removed my clothes and sat on a table and spread open my legs and told him to kneel and take care of it. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through it, my legs wide open. He was between them, licking and s

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla