it’s amazing how outfits can turn people on or put ideas into their already-sexy minds.
a while ago, i put on a lacey apron-type lingerie, which was entirely backless except for a ribbon to tie at the back to secure the ‘apron’ the ribbon landed just right at the top of my ass crack, and the ties (that hardly covered my butt at all) swished around my ass cheeks as i walked, making them play peek-a-boo with whoever was watching their every movement.
my bf was in the mood for being tempted to fuck me in some lingerie, and so i was his maid at his service that night. i knelt down and obediently sucked his cock, never letting my tongue leave its touch except for the times when he lured me to his bed. his back was facing his bed and he slowly took minute steps back, pausing every once in a while, each time to allow me to walk on my knees to follow him and his cock, and to serve their every wish. i myself yearned to suck his cock, and so i gladly and most willing followed them every step of the way, and worshipped his cock by sucking it with good treatment. i was thrilled that he was in control of the situation and was leading me to what the both of us wanted – a fuck, while at the same time, satisfying my needs to be treated like a slut.
and so, it is amazing too that outfits can trigger such desireable acts.
another case where my outfit was used to spark a wet fuck, was when i put on this soft, lacey g-string that matched the cheong sum i wore as shown in my previous posts.
i had made the decision to leave it on after having taken those pictures. as mentioned before, taking pictures alone can make me wet, and so i was. regardless of that, i wore it underneath a tight bandage skirt that gradually rode up as i walked (and i had to walk 10 minutes to the bus stop to take a bus to his place), and ran the risk of having my cum soak through my skirt during the bus ride. nevertheless, i made it to his place, and when he hugged me in the elevator, i made special effort to take his hand and guide it towards my ass and under my skirt. whatever else he did did not require any further guidance
when we reached his place, i requested that he helped check out my pussy to determine how wet it was, because i felt very wet on the bus, but less when we had reached home. with my skirt lifted up and g-string stretched aside, he said my cunt was wet with white cum. however, i told him i didn’t believe him, so he took these pictures for me to prove it, and i remained quietly still in doggy position even as i was checking out the pictures he had taken.
it turned out to be a wrinkley day.
an almost non-existent, little hint of white cum that he caught initially, within the wrinkley balls-like lips – whose reason for such an appearance i cannot yet figure out.
as i was looking at the pictures, i was wondering how that streak of cum came about as it heads towards the direction of my ass cheek and betrayed me even though i was doing nothing but having photos of my cunt taken with me on fours and my ass in the air – which wouldn’t go down unless miss pussy got some of her slut-owner’s attention. she feels that such good cum should never go wasted.
needless to say, almost immediately after, he asked me to spread my legs more and i got myself fucked bad by his big bad cock.
and this all started with outfits that put naughty ideas into his head and lingerie that made me wet. be it little pieces of cloth or larger ones that emphasize our bodily features, they can all be used to tempt and turn our softness into wetness, and to support our imagination