Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

I grabbed the band of his pants, but felt something else. I could feel the lacy material of the thong he was wearing. I was pretty sure I was pulling it higher up his ass as I pulled the pants out. I let go and grabbed again, pulling his pants away. I looked down and could clearly see my thong sticking out of his pants.

Vanessa gripped her hair tightly with both hands and rolled on the bed in frustration. "What is this? What is this? Ahh!", she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she wriggled her legs angrily on the bed. She suddenly thought of something and she got up from bed. She smirked at her wise personality. She got up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror. She used her hand to make her hair neat back. After she was done, she walked out of her room in her spaghetti straps yellow short dress. The dress reached just above her knees, somewhere in her mid-thighs.

Cracker rummaged through a cardboard box until he came up with an old t-shirt, faded and worn. "It's not dirty." He tossed it to her from a distance. Juicy looked down. She was semi covered by a jacket and beneath that she wasn't wearing anything but her bra. Her panties, her skirt, her nylons and her blouse were all gone. "God..." she sobbed." Mister I'm hurt. I need an ambulance." She couldn't even raise her head from the filthy pallet. Mr. Cracker's lip twitched and then he picked up an invisible phone and began dialing.

Consumed with jealousy, she pushed the whole length all the way to the back of her throat. It was suffocating for a size like his, and she could feel him still growing, but she didn't back down. She had been praised by her exes for her good throat game. Well, that was the only thing they said was nice about her. She went full speed on Bruno. She wanted Beyoncé to ? "IT FEELS GOOD! BABY!" Bruno moaned loudly. "STOP! STOP!! YOU'LL MAKE ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!" Bruno cried, but he didn't stop fucking her face.

Elara Wang stood before the tall, silvery mirror in her cramped bedroom, staring at the stranger looking back at her. The sheer white gown clung to her voluptuous body like liquid silk, completely see-through under the dim light. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, dark pink nipples stiff and clearly visible, begging for attention. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thick thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her pussy except for the tiny black thong that was already damp with her nervousness and forbidden arousal.

As his fingers slipped past the thin fabric, the delicate crystal strands of my thong let out a faint, distinct jingle. My heart hammered against my ribs—partly from fear, and partly from the illicit thrill of his touch. He grinned, his lips hovering mere inches from mine. When he leaned in to claim my mouth, I turned my head away, forcing his lips to capture the sharp line of my jaw instead. He scoffed, amused by my petty rebellion, he decided to pushed his fingers directly into my slick warmth, forcing another silent gasp from my throat. The rhythmic, delicate jingle of the crystal strands on my thong filled the quiet air, perfectly matching the pace of his fingers.

“Fuck, your throat is milking me so good. Gonna fill that pretty mouth up. You’re going to swallow every drop like a good little sister-in-law slut.” I moaned around his cock, eyes locked on his as he used me. His muscles tensed, his abs tightening, that powerful body driving into my face without mercy. The burning cigarette hung from his lips as he growled filthy praises and degradations that made my pussy throb. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt in my throat. His cock swelled even thicker, pulsing hard. Hot, thick ropes of cum exploded straight down my throat, filling my mouth as he kept thrusting through the orgasm. I choked and swallowed convulsively arou

I slip it on, tugging the thin straps over my shoulder. Oh. My. God. Is this even legal? The triangle top barely covers my nipples. One wrong move and I'm flashing Silas my entire soul. The material hugs my chest like a whisper, and the deep cut plunges low, teasing more skin that I've ever shown anyone. Don't even get me started on the bottoms. It's basically a thong. Scratch that. It is a thong. High-cut at the hips, minimal in the back, and scandalous snug in the front. My ass cheeks are completely exposed.

Our eyes met, I nodded, she smiled. I stood and stroked my cock as I watched the lady's hands move to the waistband and slowly slide the thong down her slightly spread legs. The gusset was stuck to her wet pussy. She paused and then gently pulled. The gusset, leaving a long strand of pussy lube, fell away. She bent down and picked up the drenched thong, paused, and tossed it across the hall, landing at my feet.

"Not bad. Lean build, but that ass... yeah, it'll do. But you need a uniform. Can't have my new toy looking like street trash." From a sleek drawer in the nightstand, he pulled it out... a tight crop shirt, white cotton that barely skimmed my pecs, bold black letters screaming, "Daddy's Little Slut" across the front in jagged font. Below it, a black leather speedo thong, so snug it looked painted on, the material creaking as I stepped into it.