Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.

She gave the boxes of Chanel clothes a little kick and said with a smirk, “Nigel treats every new lookalike like this. Don’t think you’re that special.” When I remained speechless, Jora crossed her arms and gave me a proud, mocking smile. “Even if we’re all just lookalikes, I’m still the one Mr. Jefferson cares about most. Otherwise, why would he have kept me around for so many years? “And look at you now. You’re older, not as pretty, and you have a scar on your face.” She pointed at my forehead and said sharply, “Once Mr. Jefferson sees you’re nothing like how he remembers, he’ll kick you out.”

She got up and walked to Taylor, only for him to stand up, saying, “What are you doing?” “It’s mine!” Charlie declared. “Why are you so worked up over a scrunchie?” Taylor asked. “It’s not a scrunchie, it’s a thong!” Charlie finally said. Charlie tried to grab her thong, but Taylor would lean back or block her hands. He was so tall that Charlie could not reach it! “A thong?” Taylor gave a dumbfounded look. He yanked the thong up from his hair and stretched it. “What on earth is a thong?”

Just the same way she's busy with picking ‘sinful’ lingeries for me right now. “Take a look at this one, Via. It's so gorgeous.” Cara gushed, holding out a black set of see-through lace bralettes with soft padded cups that would barely cover my nipples let alone my sizable boobs. It's matching thong is made of strands of lacey strings criss-crossing each other in a cute butterfly pattern, with an oval opening right where my core should be. This would definitely give Cameron easy access to my cunt even with the full piece on.

My cock stood proud and throbbing against my stomach, leaking steadily while my hole twitched under the strain. Then the full offering pose. Thorne’s fingers clamped onto my hips with punishing strength, nails sinking in as he spread my cheeks wider. The sharp bite of pain radiated through my hips and ass, mixing with the deep throb from earlier grips. Aurelius pushed my forehead firmly into the furs, his palm pressing hard enough to leave a lingering ache. My hole winked and fluttered continuously, slick pouring out in visible trails. My cock pressed hard against my abdomen, twitching with every wave of pain-laced heat.

You still got to play the dutiful boyfriend to both girls, much to the shock and amusement of the statuesque blonde who helped the three of you out. Sabrina ended up buying a few new thongs since they were on sale, along with a sexy neglige that you couldn't wait to take off of her the first time you got to see it. Gemma doubled down on the thongs and found a fancy bra that fit her perfectly. Then she shushed both you and Sabrina away for a bit and came back ten minutes later with a Cheshire cat grin and a little bag that she wouldn't let either of you look inside. Sabrina was more annoyed by that than you were.

So it's clean. Krysie glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled wickedly. What if she'll try it now? She giggled with her thoughts. Seriously, she wants to knock on Carson's room to ask why the hell he wants her to wear this. But on the contrary, she'll obey him. And there would be nothing wrong with trying it now, right? And that's what she did. She took off her shorts, leaving her underwear, and wear the thong. She raised the hem of her shirt and turned around in front of the mirror. It fits her perfectly. But it feels weird. It's like something was inserted at the thong.

I was beginning to get frustrated inside the car, waiting for the green light to turn on so I could leave the place. I heard a knock on my tinted car glass, only for me to turn and see one dirty hand with stinky cloth advertising whatsoever she was selling. I came out of the car and then slapped her on her cheeks. "How dare you use your dirty hand to knock on my window? And what made you think I'm going to buy water from you? See, let me tell you, even if I'm thirsty, I will rather die than buy water from a stinky girl like you." I fumed.

I fire back, voice dripping with challenge. Let him stew. Let him watch. This week is mine. I let the red lace bra slip from my shoulders and fall away. The chat explodes. MrBigShot: Holy fuck those tits HungHorse88: Pinch them for me baby TipLord99 tipped $50: Lose the thong NOW DaddyWantsIt tipped $100: Spread wider princess I smile, slow and wicked, and hook my thumbs into the thin straps of the thong. I peel it down my hips, inch by inch, until it drops to the bed. The room fills with pings.

My sister in law was standing in front of me with only a thong on . She stepped out of the dress ,turned around and came closer to me. Her perfectly round boobs were right in front of me and her perky nipples were glaring at me . My lips were begging me to take them but I fought the urge . She slid the thong off her butt and down her legs and came even closer to me until I could feel the warmth of her body on my face . She placed the thong on my nose and I inhaled it,it smelt intoxicating. "Clara ,I don't know about...." I said but she quickly put a finger against my lips .