Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

Greyish black encased her legs in startling contrast to the pale area of her buttocks and furry pubic triangle with its fascinating furrow. Eager for more, she stepped into a minuscule thong. It seemed a crime to cover that fragrant slit, so pink and hairy and mysterious; but it was the first time she had worn crotchless knickers. She could not resist pulling them tightly over her crack, enthralled to see the plump lips pouting through the lacy gap. Her nub jutted forth, and she gave it a quick stroke but resisted masturbating again, promising herself she would do it later.

My tits bounced wild, skirt flapping to flash arse; thong tugged my clit with each yank. Bedroom door slammed; he shoved me onto the mattress—bouncing on silk sheets, dress riding to waist, thong exposed: soaked crotch dark, lips outlined puffy. He loomed over, chest heaving, sweat dripping from brow onto my thigh. Cock raged in shorts—nine-inch monster outlined full, head leaking through mesh, balls heavy swing. "Jake, you're scaring me," I whimpered coy, knees parting "in fear"—thong stretching taut, cameltoe obscene, clit pulsing visible. Heart hammered thrill; this was it, line crossed.

At least they creamed my body with moisturiser to take away the sting. Humiliating part aside, they styled my hair beautifully, curling the long strands and clipping up both sides with – I think they’re fake – diamond pins. They handed me a white silk thong, and I pulled it on slowly. The women then took over, dressing me again, pulling a long white, flowing, druid style dress over my head. It’s almost see-through, and with no bra on, I’m sure everyone will see my breasts. They’re not big and don’t hang; I’m lucky if I have a handful. But that doesn’t mean that I want the world and his wife to see them!

As I walked out of Mom's bedroom I heard her sigh resignedly. I smirked knowing that she was hoping that I would climb over her just as I was. But I knew that she would appreciate my choice of attire as soon as she saw it. I returned to my bedroom and got out my new black G-string thong. The thong cradled my balls and hugged my hard cock lewdly, giving everyone a clear outline of my hard cock. The black fabric looked amazing against my pale skin and I couldn't help admiring myself in the mirror.

she said to Sapphire pointing at the pjs section and almost running there. Sapphire let out a laugh at her embarrassment and looked at the transparent net panties that the saleswoman took out. "How about it? Mam?" Sapphire bit her lip as a thought passed her mind... Her husband will not leave her tonight..... "It's good. I will take it. Any other? I want to purchase thong as well." Sapphire said and the salesgirl nodded showing a wide range of sexy lingeries and thong. After trying lots of them, she bout 3 thongs, 2 nighties and 4 pairs of lingeries.

Coming with you?” "Get out of my shop," Noah demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound authoritative. He reached blindly along the counter, his fingers wrapping around the cool, heavy iron of a large mortar. He raised it like a club. "I don't care what kind of trick you just pulled with... with that, I want you off my property!"

She dragged me without my interest and we got our chits. As we stood on the prom dance floor, many of the boys came looking for their partners. I nodded a no to everyone who approached me until someone dared to make me open it. "So, is this gorgeous lady my dear student, Miss Juliette?" I heard my name coming out in a familiar voice and turned around to see who that was. "What is the number in your chit?" Mr.Thompson was standing right in front of me. Though he is in his Fortis, he is tall and handsome but he is also a very strict teacher. We never even dare to smile in his class let alone talk.

I'll just pretend I am a normal girl going shopping, crashing the credit card. Fuck I can't even wear a bra underneath this. Emi picks out a dead hot thong for me, it's red lace and on the hips it has only three fine strings attached. Thank god I don't have any fat they could dig into. As I don't want to spend any more money, I simply choose to take some high heels I already have at home and I know exactly which. They are black sued with sequins at the heels.

She appeared to be very severe, almost angry, but her body was so lush, voluptuous, and welcoming, desperate to be touched, begging to be touched by whatever lucky man she allowed to touch her. And, oh by the way, I forgot to mention both of these girls were wearing thongs that matched their tops. How did I know this? Both girls were rocking some serious whale-tails. Their thongs were pulled up so high that I thought it must be uncomfortable. The shorter girl's stretchy, hot-pink thong-straps nearly met her top, and the taller woman's thong was simply made of string and fancier than her friend's, the triangle part in the back made of separate strings.

Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble. I swallowed what I could, the rest glazed on me like a second skin, leaving that after sex glow. They got my thong, shook off the last drops of their cum onto it, and snapped it back into my ass, trapping the mess against my skin. Panting, they zipped up, high-fiving over my wrecked form. “Good old slut,” Blond muttered with a grin, smacking my ass hard enough to send the cum dumped in there squelching. “We’ll find you again, and there will be more of us, so keep that thong and smooth ass ready.”