Sexy Slave Outfit Novels & Stories

“I… I don’t know if I can.” “You can. And you will.” He kissed me hard, claiming my mouth until I was breathless. “Your safeword still stands. But I think you’ll enjoy being on display for me.” He dressed me himself. A sheer black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve, the crotchless design leaving my pussy and ass completely accessible. Thin straps framed my breasts, my nipples clearly visible through the delicate fabric. He added a leather collar with a silver ring at the front and a long silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. The robe was for the walk only, he said. Once we reached the main floor, it would come off.

He didn't just send his biological son to negotiate a trade contract; he explicitly stripped my male body down to be used as a hyper-sexualized, erotic plaything for David Duskbane’s raw carnal desires. Tracking the heavy footsteps of the fortress guards patrolling outside the balcony, I realize my escape routes are entirely blocked. Gritting my fangs, I yank my rugged wildland clothes off my skin and force my long, muscular limbs into the tight, revealing mesh bodysuit. The dynamic fabric clings desperately to my hard abs, framing my defined collarbones, slender waist, and tight, leather-strapped thighs with explicit, provocative definition.

It had nothing to do with the power bit but because I was a claimed man just like Zeus was a claimed wolf. Imeela was looking at herself in the mirror, and I let my eyes greedily rake over her choice of outfit. A pair of black shorts and a matching black sports bra. It was a good thing that I was wearing some boxer briefs because I knew that my mate would probably turn me on at some point this morning. That way I was not sporting an obvious hard-on. “Oh, habibi. I love that outfit on you,” she said, eye-fucking me too. “I can honestly say the same,” I told her, growling.

"Now shut your mouth and strip that shirt off. I’ll be right back.” I turn on my heel and go to my room to grab a bag containing a sexy outfit and heels. What I’m planning for her tonight is going to make her hate everything, me, Hunter, and this entire house. I return to the room and toss the bag at her. “Get prepared for tonight. You have to look super sexy.” I leave again, heading to retrieve the most important piece of equipment for my slave tonight. When I re-enter the room, the breath catches in my throat. I can’t take my eyes off her. She looks deadly sexy in that black tube dress with matching stockings and high heels. I feel my cock instantly becoming rock-hard.

“Yes, we are not allowed to wear skinny clothes,” “What do you mean skinny clothes?” Stacy growl. “Yes, like the one you are wearing.” Lydia pointed at Stacy's clothing while my eyes moved to Lydia, she was wearing a tight-fitted strapless grown that just hung at the middle of her thighs, exposing her beautiful full straight legs pairing it with boot shoes, with her hair tie and some strands falling to her side making her look super sexy like she used to call herself.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."

Two gangsters rushed out, and they could not even save their lives if they offended that man. After rushing out in panic, the gangsters realized that they had forgotten the drunk woman, "What should we do? The woman is still in the suite?" "She will definitely be mistaken considered as the prostitute for Mr. Roy to sleep with, and our client has already confirm they will pay money as long as she lost her virginity" As they said that, several gangsters left quickly. "It hurts" She felt like something big and hard get inside her roughly, and Sophie couldn't help but murmur.

And it's so transparent that you know every dirty dot on my breasts, the seductive curve of my orbs… why I pride in these shitty oranges. I'm a walking nemesis for your stray cocks and pussies in need of a home. For the sex starved and perverted bitches who long to stylishly stick their fingers into their sloppy cunts and fuck till they climax. Or stroke that hard motherfucking cock till you bath your lover with your hot spunk. To further seal my madness, I have something trailing down my asshole and hanging loosely like a tail. It's my favorite kitten anal plug with a black fox tail. Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me bette

The girls go and shower while I order a couple of pizzas, When they come back downstairs dressed in their pyjamas I head upstairs to take a quick shower. Standing in the shower I remember how Selina’s bikini bottoms had ridden up, I then think about all her playful actions and her stunning body and I feel my cock grow. I grab my hard cock and stroke it furiously to the afterimage of Selina in her bikini and then some of the outfits I have seen her in like the miniskirts, the extremely low cut tops and the form fitting T shirts that cling to her curves. Suddenly the image of her on her hands and knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth pops into my head. “Oh fuck, Selina.” I moan quietly shoot

While Damien was in the shower, I found the perfect dress for tonight. It is a mid-thigh length black dress that hugged all my curves. It has spaghetti straps and a low neckline that shows a little cleavage, but not so much that it makes me look like a whore. I'm trying to look good for my mate... not every unmated male in the pack. Yara says, "Girl, that's the way to get his motor running. You look HOT!"