Sexy Slave Outfit Novels & Stories

"Flashing your nasty pussy in class for anyone to see. You need to be fucked raw as punishment." "Yes, punish me, Professor. Spank my ass, fuck my pussy till I faint." I sobbed, jabbing the vibrator harder on my clit. I was already thinking of a slutty outfit for tomorrow class. A sheer blouse with no bra, a more shorter skirt. I'll even bend down and flash him my hairy bunghole from behind. I don't care if he's more interested in my shitter or my pussy, as long as he has his cock in me.

I want that pussy dripping before I even touch you. I spent the next two hours transforming myself into the perfect secret slut. I showered in Harlan’s luxurious master bathroom, using his cedarwood body wash so I’d smell faintly like him while Victor ruined me. I shaved every inch smooth, oiled my skin until it gleamed, then slipped into a tiny black silk slip dress that barely covered my ass, no bra, no panties. The dress was thin enough that my hard nipples poked obviously against the fabric. I added the stainless steel plug in my ass, heavier than before, and clipped the silver chain necklace Victor had given me around my throat. A touch of perfume on my wrists and between my breasts com

The filthy secret that made me feel like the most desired, claimed woman on the planet. I chose the outfit he loved most for days like this—one that screamed professional power while hiding the depraved truth underneath. A crisp white silk blouse that hugged my full breasts just right, the top button left strategically open so the silver buckle of my collar peeked out like a secret promise only he would notice. A high-waisted pencil skirt in deep navy that clung to my ass and hips like a second skin, short enough to tease but long enough to pass boardroom standards—barely. Sheer black stockings with delicate garters he’d rip off with his teeth later, and sky-high Louboutins that made my legs

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

And I knew exactly which suite: the sprawling penthouse at the Avalon, the same one where we’d shot some of our most legendary gangbang and orgy scenes back in the day. My heels click against the cold marble as I walk the short hallway, the sound sharp and echoing in the quiet. I’m dressed like the slut they remember— no, like the slut I still am, no matter how many years I spent pretending otherwise. The little black dress is skin-tight spandex, so short that if I bend even slightly, my bare ass cheeks flash beneath the hem. No bra. No panties. Nothing to slow down whatever is about to happen. My surgically enhanced D-cup tits strain against the thin fabric,

“I’M CLOSE!!” Like flipping a switch, a low growl rumbles from behind me, and Trevor digs his fingers harder into my hips. “TIFFANY!!! COME WITH ME!!” His fingernails dig into my delicate skin, but the slight pain can’t overshadow the pleasure rocking my entire body as the delicious coil in my stomach builds. One more hard thrust propels me over the edge, and I explode my juices along my walls and around his shaft. My body goes rigid and convulses, wrapping Trevor’s throbbing hard cock and pulls him deeper and over the edge with me.

He was still fully dressed, the shirt was plastered damp to his carved, the were sweat-slicked against his chest, he'f put on his dark jeans and zipped them so casually like he hadn't just fucked another woman full of his thick cum twenty feet away. While I was here, completely destroyed. Restrained on the couch like a bound sacrifice, my arms were wrenched and strapped wide to my sides as they were, my waist belt cinched viciously tight, and my legs were spread shamefully wide by leather cuffs that that's plastered on my quivering skin. My tank top was sweat-drenched and transparent, the thin fabric molded to my heaving, shaking boobs, my nipples were hard and stabbing through like knives,

Together, they got the outfit they were looking for. Cherry settled for an Angelina Jolie attire once she laid her eyes on it. It made her happier that the wear was a pair. They were looking so sexy; she couldn't bring herself to ignore them. It was a red strappy wear that looked almost like a bikini but made with leather. It was strapped down the leg like pantyhose. "Absolutely not," Ixora said, shaking her head, "It looks slutty. Like a stripper's wear."

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

She tried it on and immediately told the saleswoman “There is no fucking way I’m going to wear this” She promptly removed the ridiculously confining garment. Sure, she may not be young and very thin, but she wasn’t going to torture herself in this way. She would find something that flattered her figure and was sexy without having to wear actual steel. She may be into kink, but even she had her limits She found a black leather tight low cut dress that just covered her ass and pussy. She wore a black thong, black thigh high stockings and high black heels. She was comfortable and sexy and could draw a breath, since breathing was necessary for a good time