1. The Chain: Link 8


    Date: 10/30/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    things made of rubber and latex, PVC and leather. She returned to the lingerie section. She had dressed in black, but decided to try something different; white. She stripped naked before choosing just a matching bra and panties, semi transparent with embroidered swirls. Then she regarded herself in the mirror. There seemed to be mirrors everywhere. The white contrasted neatly with her dark hair. She pulled on the panties, parting her legs slightly to see how the fabric assumed the shape of her labia. Luscious, swollen nipples shone through the bra. She cupped her breasts to feel them. Then she pulled the cups down so that her stiff nipples rested on them. She could imagine her lovers finding her irresistible like this; fit for flinging down on a bed and ravishing right there and then. There was no end to the daring, sexy underwear; corsets, thongs, open cup teddies, peephole bras. Anthea changed into a pair of crotchless panties before finding a tight, short skirt and a low-cut top. She was already wearing red hold-ups. The black skirt just about made it to her stocking tops. When she regarded herself in the mirror she could see how perfectly the skirt surrounded her buttocks. She looked as if she was made to fuck. The thought made her blush, but it excited her too. She imagined herself going to a lecture dressed like this, perhaps one of Professor Evans’ talks. If she sat down and crossed her legs the skirt would clearly display skin between skirt and stocking top. That ...
    would be exciting too. She wondered what Professor Evans would make of that. She quite fancied Professor Evans, though nothing would of course ever happen. But she could sit there, the slither of skin a tease, knowing how easy it would be for him to lift up her skirt and fuck her through the hole in her panties. Just thinking about it would make her leak all over the chair, the way she was leaking now, standing up, feeling the trickle from her pussy tease her skin. She tried on more outfits. There were shoes too, innumerable styles and colours; all her size. She put shoes on and pulled them off, always choosing high heels, enjoying the height they lent her, how they set off the various outfits. But what she really loved were the black boots that came up just past her knees, stilettoed of course. With stockings and a tight-fitting short skirt or dress, they made her feel a confidence she seldom felt in her ordinary life. This led her on to the section she’d saved for last. Anthea had spent a lot of time on the internet, and she knew very well what intrigued her the most; the women in shiny, glossy fetish outfits, who always looked so powerful and assertive. These were clothes that she could never afford herself, of course, yet here she had the pick of everything imaginable. She stripped naked before struggling into the first costume she would try. Having no experience of such clothes, it took her a while to get the hang of it, even with the aid of the little bottle of lubricant ...
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