Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

"I'm here on my own." I opened the bag slowly and pulled out what was inside. A black lace thong. Matching bra. And absolutely nothing else. "Are you KIDDING me?" I held up the thong. It was basically a string. "Where's the rest of it?" Kade grinned. "That is the rest of it." "This is lingerie." "That IS clothes. Very expensive clothes, actually. You're welcome." I threw the thong at his face. He caught it, laughing.

I could not breathe. “S-stop!” I cried but it came out muffled. I licked my legs and struggled. My insides turned and I felt my intestines knot and twist together. My throat dried up and it felt like there I had swallowed a lump as well as my voice. My eyes stung with tears of frustration as I struggled with my attacker, they didn’t seem too strong or masculine but I was sure that something was wrong with me, whether it was the chloroform or how fuzzy my head felt, something was wrong:

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.

She wore only a delicate black thong, the thin strip of fabric doing almost nothing to preserve her modesty. “How can you wear something like this to a piano lesson?” Madame Laurent murmured, her voice low and rich with amusement. The baton slid along the waistband of the thong, then followed the thin strip of material downward, tracing the cleft between Nia’s cheeks with deliberate slowness. Nia shuddered violently as the smooth tip of the pointer brushed over the sensitive pucker of her asshole, even through the fabric. Every nerve ending felt electrified. “Thongs are surprisingly comfortable,” Nia managed to reply, her voice breathy. “You should try one sometime, Madame… see for yourself.

"Do you want a drum roll?" “Boom, boom, boom,” I went to the coffee table with my pen. The door opened so slowly, my eyes locked on the door waiting impatiently, I wondered what I would see. I saw a shaped leg slide out the door, then a hand appear on the leg with an arm gracefully sliding from foot to knee. Like a model showcasing her wares, Moonlight appeared at the door wearing this “Canary Yellow Thong Bikini”, absolutely stunning and beautiful. XXX

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.