Bibbed Desires

Alex arrived at Mia's apartment with the usual six-pack and a grin, expecting their standard Thursday unwind of bad TV and sharper banter. Mia, tall and commanding in her leather skirt, opened the door with a knowing smirk that hinted at more than reruns. "Late again, and looking far too ordinary," she teased, pulling him inside. Their conversation flowed from work gripes to old college stories, but Mia steered it toward something new. "You ever think about how clothes can change everything? Especially something as playful as shortalls." Alex laughed, assuming a joke, but her eyes sparkled with intent. She confessed her fetish outright, describing the bibs, buckles, and how they could expose vulnerability in the most delicious way. "Imagine you in them, forced to confront what that does to you—and to me." The tension built through their exchange, her words sharp and witty, poking at his curiosity until he agreed to try on the outfit she had ready: a tight PVC top that clung like a second skin, leather leggings that squeaked with every shift, and translucent jelly shoes that added an absurd, humiliating shine. "Look at you now," Mia purred, circling him. "That bib hides nothing from what I have planned." Their dialogue turned explicit as she described forcing him bi, exposing him in cartoonish shortalls to her friends, making him suck cock while the bib flapped. Alex grew hard despite himself, the leather hugging his ass, the PVC making him sweat. Mia stayed strong, directing every move, her pussy visibly wet through her own clothes as she stripped him strategically. She pushed him onto the couch, straddling but in control, her hands guiding his cock while whispering about gloryholes and strapons. "You'll take it for me, dripping and panting, until you came thinking of real men." The climax hit hard: Mia donned a strapon, fucking his ass with deliberate thrusts as he wore the full ensemble, their bodies sweating, her pussy dripping onto his thigh while she talked dirty about blowjobs and cum. He came intensely, the outfit amplifying every sensation. Mia grinned, already planning the shopping trip with friends. "This is just the start—wait until they see you exposed."

The air thickened with their shared heat as Mia adjusted the shortalls bib, her fingers tracing the buckles while Alex stood awkwardly aroused. "These aren't for hiding," she said with a witty edge, "they're for showing exactly how far you'll go when I decide it's time for cock." Their back-and-forth sharpened, her teasing him about the leather leggings gripping his ass and the jelly shoes making every step a humiliating click. Alex protested lightly but the hardness in his pants betrayed him, and Mia noticed with a triumphant laugh. "Horny already? Good. That PVC top will feel even better when you're on your knees later." She stripped his regular clothes methodically, dressing him piece by piece, the transformation turning their talk to forced bi scenarios where friends would witness him sucking and swallowing cum. Mia's own arousal showed in her flushed cheeks and the way she pressed close, her pussy wet against his thigh through fabric. The build was deliberate, extended dialogue making him pant with anticipation. When she finally bent him over, the strapon sliding into his ass, the shortalls bib swinging, the room filled with the sounds of their bodies moving, sweating, and the wet slap of skin. Alex came hard, cum spilling as she talked him through visions of gloryhole outings and real guys. Mia's strong grip held him through it, her satisfaction clear. "Perfect," she murmured, already hinting at the next designs they'd buy together.