This story stands alone, but if you want to read more about Natalie’s adventures check out Natalie’s Date
Natalie waited for Sir to come home. She knew he’d be home soon, and she’d put on the lingerie he’d requested. She loved the way she looked in the open cup bustier that held her tits aloft, but left them bare. She’d slid into the g-string. He’d asked her to wear the French maid apron, but that was all. She knelt next to the door and waited.
Last night, I went to a dungeon. I reconnected with a previous partner, and I had a thoroughly good time. Before I left, I flipped up my dress and took a picture. Here’s a glimpse under the little black dress I wore.
Natalie was looking forward to this night out. Des had promised her something special. She dressed according to his specifications, the wine colored stockings and garter belt, no panties of course. She slipped into the latex halter dress, find that it clung to her like a second skin. It highlighted all of her curves from her breasts and hips to the rounded outline of her thick thighs and belly. She tied the halter behind her neck, and felt herself already growing wet just thinking about what he had planned.
Charity smoothed the black thigh high socks on to her legs. She savored the moment in her nakedness. Her pale thighs almost glowed next to the black stockings. She ran her hands over her hips and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples. While she hated putting on her clothes, she did want to get to the gathering.
On the drive back to his place, Daddy had my tits out and was squeezing them so hard, I knew I’d bruise. When he slid his hand up my skirt, his fingers found my sopping wet pussy. “You’re so wet, baby girl” he’d commented without ever taking his eyes off the road. “What were you thinking about during dinner?”