Sexy Inmate Costume Novels & Stories

I was panting when I reached the end of the corridor and opened the door leading to the basement. Lalaine is the epitome of a beautiful woman. She looked gorgeous in her black sleeveless dress, moving fluidly as she ran to Sky, an unmistakable personality of an elite and a classy woman. With her, Sky didn’t need to get drunk to look at her with desire and… love.

I gritted my teeth against the overstimulation because I needed all of my wits about me tonight. Xavier brushed imaginary dust from his spotless suit, keeping his black eyes trained on me. His dreadlocks were pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, revealing his strong features and flawless dark skin. He looked damned fine. While he was dressed all fancy, I wore a skimpy outfit of cleverly placed black leather straps for a top and a skirt so short that the lower part of my ass was on display. We would find our target, Hexfort, at a sex club tonight—but not the average sex club. This one catered to wealthy men who liked to purchase their toys, and everything could be bought for t

Luca whispers into my ears. "Really." My attention is diverted to a sub that's completely naked; she's lying on the table and being brutally whipped. The majority of the subs are females; they are either wearing only skirts or only small tops. A few are stark naked with jewelry sparingly covering their genitals and nipples, and the others are dressed up like me, fully dressed with a mini skirt and button-up shirt with all the buttons down, but if I'm wearing a mini skirt, then these girls are wearing macro skirts because it doesn't even cover up their ass, and I don't leave the whole buttons of my shirt undone. I'm dressed as a sexy high school student, complete with suspenders and heels, an

The demoness cackled, pressing her leather-clad crotch firmer against my groin, her thin whip of a tail lifting my long skirt by the slit to get better access. See, the one time I let someone convince me to dress sexy, and this is what happens. Thanks a fucking lot Kelly from Macy's. Now I had a demon trying to fuck me into submissive mind control, and I don't think that's what you meant by saying I would have a really good Friday night!

"Look girl if you want Damien to make a move, you'll have entice him. Make his dick hard and his mouth drool. A convict cosplay and 'Hey let's talk about competitive Pokémon' isn't going to cut it." "Ugh fine. Let me try something else." Anna came back out 10 mins later dressed just like Jenny. "Damn! girl do NOT do that." Jenny said furiously. "Don't I look sexy?" Anna said between chuckles. "I can see why you wore it the day before the party. I look like a true skank. So basically you." "Fine good luck finding a costume on your own." Jenny got up. "Noooo please don't go" Anna whined. "I was just kidding."

Jenna bounced excitedly in the back seat as the SUV climbed the mountain road. Marcus drove while Damien kept one big hand on her thigh the whole way, sliding under her tiny pink skirt to tease her bare pussy. She wore nothing but the skirt, a cropped hoodie that said “Daddy’s Baby,” and her pink collar with the bell. The cabin was perfect—isolated, surrounded by tall pines and fresh snow. As soon as they stepped inside, the mood changed. “No more soft little girl tonight,” Marcus said, voice low and rough. He grabbed her pigtails and yanked her head back. “Tonight we’re going to use every one of your holes like the needy cum dump you are.”

My hand hesitated on the doorknob for just a moment before I pushed it open without knocking. Cassian was seated on the leather sofa, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his sculpted chest. Straddling his lap was a woman wearing what appeared to be a French maid costume—but one that had been reimagined by someone with a very warped sense of what maids actually wore. The tiny black dress barely covered her thighs, the white apron was little more than a handkerchief, and instead of sensible shoes, she wore six-inch stiletto heels with little white bows at the ankles. They were locked in a passionate embrace, his hands cupping her exposed breasts, her costume pulled down to her waist. At the sound o

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

Let him watch what he threw away. A wicked smile curled my lips as I yanked open my wardrobe. Sin was already committed—why stop at one line crossed? I slipped into the shortest, slimmest dress I owned: crimson silk, backless, the hem kissing the very tops of my thighs. One wrong move and I’d flash the world my bare ass. Red stilettos, natural makeup with glossy lips that screamed fuck me. No panties. No mercy. I didn’t glance in the mirror. I didn’t need to. I could feel Kane’s marks throbbing under the fabric—his bites on my throat, his fingerprints bruised into my hips. Good. Let them show.

"Then I think I am gonna break all the rules tonight." "You want me to go to jail." "Not exactly jail but It would be a trap by me. If you call it Jail. I am cool with it but This jailer is strict. I can't leave my prisoners so easily. "Oh, sir are you gonna take a bribe???" "I take a really heavy bribe. You won't be able to pay that." "Let's see then." We started dancing again. We went on grinding bumping and bouncing for a couple of songs, She was wearing the aforementioned skirt and a short-sleeve t-shirt, unbuttoned at the top. I also found she was wearing no panties.