Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

me wear revealing tops. He also has recently forbidden me from wearing any panties. Before then, he had me wear thong panties and get rid of all my others. I didn’t mind because the thong fabric was stretchy and comfy. I loved the way they snuggled up next to my pussy lips. When I walked, they would just slightly pull against my clit, giving me a tiny bit of stimulation. I would sometimes be on the verge of a orgasm just from walking from the taxi to my office. I loved my thongs. But eventually my hubby decided that they were too restrictive.

his casual remark caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. Stella buying me a dress? It felt like a twist in the plot. Given her clear disdain for me, something definitely felt off about her gesture. Examining the garment, my stomach churned uneasily. The dress was a far cry from anything I'd ever wear willingly. It was a crimson lace creation, barely skimming my thighs, with an off-the-shoulder design that left little to the imagination. "No! I can't possibly wear this. It's far too revealing," I gasped, the shock evident in my voice.

Straight to my toes. His hands glide along my sides and his fingers coil in the strands of my thong. He drags the panties down my thighs. I’m reminded of the last time this happened and the way he demanded Alex bring them to him. Though what I really focus on is what occurred thereafter, when Jameson raised the damp crotch to his nose. He must be thinking the same thing, because once he’s discarded the thong, he straightens and whispers in my ear, “I want you creaming for me.”

Her breasts pressed against the cool wood as he yanked her skirt up over her hips in one rough motion, exposing the tiny black thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks. “Look at this,” he said, voice thick with lust. His palm cracked against her ass, the sharp smack making her yelp and then moan. “Wearing something this slutty to the office. Were you hoping I’d rip it off?” “Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against his hand. “God, yes, Marcus. I’ve been so wet thinking about you all day.” He hooked his fingers in the thong and tore it down her legs, leaving it tangled around one ankle. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her soaked folds. “Jesus Christ, you’re drenched. Thi

Matching crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination Sheer black thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and a tiny pleated skirt so short it would barely cover my ass. The fabric was luxurious, the kind that would cling to every inch of my skin. Next to it, nestled in more wrapping: a huge realistic dildo. Thick, veiny, at least eight inches, with a heavy base and balls. It looked expensive too.. A couple of other toys and a small bottle of lube rolled out beside it. My mouth went dry. My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. This was insane.

Sparkling and naked. By sparkling, I meant that I was wearing two-piece rhinestone lingerie. It left little to no imagination for my boys. The thong was crotchless, and it was basically strings, flossing my booty. I guess Addison was right about the discomfort. I can already feel the rhinestones digging into my skin.

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.

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.