Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

The material hugs my chest like a whisper… 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 scandalously snug in the front. My ass cheeks are completely exposed. God, please forgive me, for I have sinned… If Veronica saw me right now, she would be so proud. "How the hell am I supposed to walk out there like this?" I mumble to no one.

The material is silky smooth against my skin and shows off my toned legs and back, the halter held in place by only a gold bangle clasp around my neck. The lights in the club will pick up the shimmer lotion I rubbed on my skin, but even the low lighting on the stairs gives it an iridescent shine. I stop halfway down, allowing myself a minute to soak up the three devastatingly handsome men waiting in the foyer for me. And damn if my panties aren’t already soaked. My black french lace thong never stood a chance.

Until now. My pussy was already tingling with anticipation as I practically ran upstairs. I stripped out of my boring tank top and shorts and dug through my drawer for the perfect outfit. Tiny white crop top that barely covered the bottom half of my full, perky tits, my nipples were already hard and visible through the thin fabric. I paired it with the skimpiest black thong I owned, the kind that disappeared between my ass cheeks and left almost nothing to the imagination. I checked myself in the mirror, turning to admire how the thong framed my round ass and how my tits threatened to spill out with every movement. Perfect.

Soft music played from the speakers, steady and slow. My body was still humming from the morning. My pussy felt swollen and tender, aching deep inside like it had been left empty and wanting for too long. Every step made the light fabric of my skirt brush against my thighs. Underneath, the thin thong was already damp, the front panel clinging to my slick folds and swollen clit. The string sat between my ass cheeks, pulling a little with every move and reminding me how exposed I felt even though the skirt wasn’t short. It came to just above my knees, decent and normal-looking, but the way it swayed when I walked let cool air slip underneath and brush against the wet thong. I had been like thi

I let out a soft moan when he stroked my center, which was barely covered by my thong. Cuan pulled the thong from behind and rubbed his large bulge up and down the crack of my peachy ass. I didn't say a word; I just kissed Luan. He groaned as his arms wrapped around my waist. He broke the kiss, and our tongues danced together. “Don’t take this off while I f*ck you, Ersa,” he said roughly, and I nodded.

Her body now suspended with the sling giving her support while her arms and legs are spread out. Oh, the view that crotchless teddy is giving. I know it’s more because of the heat than anything, but just that little teasing had her dripping. I could see her juices glistening on her lower lips. I can’t wait to taste her. But first, there’s more fun to be had. “Alec…” Crista moaned, turning her head as I stepped over to where I had already set out some toys to use. I smiled over at her as I picked up the smallest anal plug, ensuring it was adequately lubed before taking it and a compact silicone finger vibrator.

I hate thongs, they are so uncomfortable especially when everything is so sensitive from what they did. Don't go there, Layla. The voice in my head tells me. You're right, I say back. I really am going crazy. My mouth feels like I have been sucking on cotton balls all my life and my throat feels raw and like I swallowed sanding paper. My eyes are dry so I blink a few times to try and bring some moisture back to them. The lighting is dim in here and only illuminated by one light bulb hanging from the center of the cement ceiling. From what light that is being produced I can see fingerprint bruises left on both wrists, bruising on my inner thighs as well. Multiple scratches litter my legs and

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

“Holy fuck. Look at that sloppy mess. Your little thong is ruined. Take it off Kyra. I want to see that bare, dripping cunt you’ve been teasing me with all semester.” I lifted my ass off the chair and hooked my fingers into the sides of the thong. I peeled it down my smooth legs, letting the soaked fabric pull away from my swollen lips with a wet, sticky sound. When the thong was completely off, I dropped it on the floor and spread my legs even wider. Using two fingers, I parted my slick pink folds so he could see everything. My clit was swollen and shiny, my tight hole twitching and leaking thick, creamy juice that ran down toward my asshole.

Dacey sputtered. “That’s easy to fix. You just don’t wear one.” “But what will I wear?” “That lovely ... It’s called a thong, isn’t it?” “And what else? And that thong only covers my slit; my buns are completely bare.” “And they’re utterly gorgeous! With your all-over tan and the white line of the thong in your crack ... Gorgeous!” By this time the two had risen to their feet with Dace standing close just looking up at him. “And on top?” she asked.