Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

The panties were very small, very petite and covered only the hair of her pubic area, which again was visible through the thin covering. Cathy wore panties like these, Sandra thought, she called them thongs and until now she would never have considered wearing them herself. The truth was, they were quite comfortable, and very sexy. She turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the sight of her exposed bottom, with just a tiny black string of delicate lace showing above the top of her buttocks and around her waist. Sexy was definitely the idea with these things. “Sandra?” Creighton called from the other room.

An ultra-thin strand of cotton. I traced my fingers upward and found the T of her thong, embellished with what seemed to be a fabric heart flat against her lower back. I hooked my thumb under the T of the thong and rubbed that gorgeous patch of skin. So soft, so smooth...I could snap the cord with a quick twist... And snap I did. Her underwear came off in one neat yank, and she was bare underneath the blue dress. I kneaded her bottom, massaging that soft bundle of skin and feeling myself grow hard against the rest of her body.

He mummed, just looking at me. “I don’t have money to pay for more than two or three of these.” “I’m not asking you to pay me, Iris. All I’m asking you is to try them on.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Do you want me to pick up which one you should try first?” I nodded. “Try the one you’re holding and also take this one.” He passed me a thong, and I already knew what it was—the crotchless one. I swallowed and took it from him before speaking. “It’s sealed and not allowed to be fitted.”

Working skillfully, she sweeps her tongue across my crown and beneath my glans, eliciting moans from me as she moves back and forth. As the intensity builds, I find the pleasure escalating too quickly. I gently push her back, and she smiles coyly, understanding my unspoken desire. Returning the favor, I firmly grasp her pale blue jeans, removing them until they bunch around her ankles and fall to the floor. Surprisingly, her narrow thong remains in place, its scarlet hue vivid against her soft skin.

A sheer, black mesh creation that clung to every curve, delicate and audacious at the same time. The thin fabric offered a bra-like structure, subtle support that left the delicate swell of my chest just barely concealed, while the faint outlines of my nipples hinted at what lay beneath. A crimson thong added the perfect flash of forbidden color, teasing just enough beneath the diaphanous gown to make my reflection blush. I stepped onto the balcony, and the scene was already set. Lush pillows and a thick, textured blanket covered the floor, glowing softly under the flicker of carefully placed candles.

I am naked…basically. The lingerie – because apparently, that is what it is, has no back, just two criss cross strings at the centre. The thong like buttoms sport a thin rope that disappears into the curve of my arse, leaving my arse cheeks completely bare. The transparent front only has two tiny patches that shield the nipple. Otherwise, everything else is completely bare. Coupled with my smoky eye makeover, I look like a million dollar whore. Great. The clock reads nine O'clock, so I hurry from the room. There's no time to change even if I wanted to.

But now I’ve found what I’m looking for! That purple whale tail thong that peeps raunchily above the top of her blue jeans so tight they look spray painted onto her naked body. I run it through my fingers. It's so brief! The front’s just a tiny triangle of sheeny purple satin hardly big enough to cover a woman’s full bush, the back a strip just wide enough to nestle between the cheeks of her backside, and just a little bit more for show. She didn’t know I was spying on her just days ago kissing her boyfriend with her eyes closed in blissful pleasure, with his hand under her denim miniskirt hungrily fingering her between her willingly spread legs through this same purple thong! I run the purp

I purr, making them bounce as the thong dug harder in my cunt. "Exactly like that, you filthy bitch." He groaned, old dick fighting to get out of his trousers. "I want pictures of the thong. Legs up on the couch." I waltzed over the couch, ass pushed out. Laying down, I spread my legs up to my ears as my pussy came into view. I was soaked already, dripping down my inner thighs. The thong wasn't even visible, digging between my folds and sawing my dry asshole. The air quickly filled with the familiar odor of a pornstar set. The musky smell coming from my wet gash.

"You smell so fucking good and fuck your pussy looks so good in this sexy thong, too.“He groans out saying as his thumbs rubs out my swollen clit through the material. "Did I buy this?”He asks as am already nodding in greedy and wanton anticipation. “I’ll get you more”He growls out and I arched my hips, as continues to tease me over the fabric. The thong already soaked through with my juice. "Is it always like this?”I ask half croaking and half moaning.

Oh I see what's happening here "Oh no I'm not looking for a price tag," I say finding my size and placing the garment in my basket. The lady remains quiet behind me and I walk away checking for others. I find the thong section and I grab a beige, light blue, and yellow one's that Daniel can see how soaked I am when wearing it. Aghh I love how I can say stuff like that now