Uniform Confessions

Grace stood in the doorway of their apartment, her tall frame accentuated by the way her wide hips swayed as she shifted her weight. With her small A-cup breasts rising under a loose shirt and her long legs leading to that big ass, she fixed Hubs with her sexy slanted eyes. "Hubs, I got the waitress job at the bar, but you have to promise not to get mad first."

Hubs looked up from the couch, his average build tensing. "What kind of uniform are we talking about, Grace? You know how I worry about you." "It's just a tiny denim shorts that are more like panties and an almost sheer tube top with high heel boots," she replied, stepping closer. "Promise me again, Hubs. Don't get mad." "I promise, but this sounds risky," he said. "Risky how? The attention?" Grace smiled. "Exactly, but it's just work." "Work that shows everything?" he pressed. "It's the job, Hubs. I need it," she countered.

Grace disappeared into the bathroom and emerged modeling the outfit, her small waist cinched tight, the tube top barely containing her, and the shorts riding high on her wide hips to emphasize her big ass and long legs. The v-shaped opening in the unbuttoned shorts revealed almost to her pussy, with a clear camel toe from the thin material. Hubs stared, shocked. "Grace, those buttons don't even work?" "They are made that way," she admitted. "The camel toe shows because of the fabric."

"During the interview with the older black bartender owner and his friends, they made me change in the backroom," Grace confessed, her voice steady yet teasing. "They had me stand up, bend over, walk around, and pose." "They perved on you like that?" Hubs asked, voice rising. "Yes, and they said I looked like an Asian pornstar, asking if I'd ever been with a big black cock that would split me in two," she continued. "What did you say?" he demanded. "I told them they were gross perverts, but they kept complimenting and lightly touching my thighs and waist, then more sexually," Grace explained. "And you let it happen?" Hubs questioned. "It was for the job, but it made me feel things."

Hubs noticed the shorts' revealing cut and pressed further. Grace showed him photos on her phone. The first had her surrounded, men touching her thighs and waist. "It was just for fun," she downplayed. "Fun? They are groping you!" he exclaimed. The second photo showed groping on her ass, pussy, and tits with their huge hard cocks out. "They wanted to compare," Grace said softly. "Compare to what?" Hubs asked. "To your small 2.5 inch one. They laughed when I described how tiny it is compared to them," she admitted, half-heartedly scolding in the memory, "You guys are perverts," while they rubbed their cocks on her exposed belly and ass cheeks.

As she spoke, Grace teased Hubs with one finger tracing his chest, calling him a pervert for getting hard from her story. She played with his nipples and taint, her body pressing close so he could feel her warmth. Hubs grew hard and dripping, panting as she denied him release. "Save it for when I'm fertile in a few weeks," she whispered, her own pussy wet and dripping with horniness from the domination and raceplay humiliation. "You love hearing how those big black cocks made me horny, don't you, my little Asian husband?" "Grace, please," he moaned. "Not yet, Hubs. Feel how wet this makes me," she replied, guiding his hand briefly before pulling away.

Grace's slanted eyes gleamed as she left him sweating and denied on the edge. "The owner said we would do more shopping for new outfits soon."