Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

He grunted as he retrieved his robe and socks from a nearby wardrobe, tossed them her way, and left. Morgan chose the items that seemed the least racy. She crossed the hall and let herself into the bathroom, golden cami and thong in hand, and set about changing. The new thong was tiny. All lace as it wound around her hips, bisected the cheeks of her ass, and edged the legs of the garment. The fabric covering everything else…totally sheer. The mirror in the bathroom showed her the explicit way the outrageously feminine lace framed the red curls over the delta between her legs, showcasing the fiery color. It was designed to make a man’s eyes latch onto a woman’s mound immediately. Jack’s eyes.

Vanessa gripped her hair tightly with both hands and rolled on the bed in frustration. "What is this? What is this? Ahh!", she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she wriggled her legs angrily on the bed. She suddenly thought of something and she got up from bed. She smirked at her wise personality. She got up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror. She used her hand to make her hair neat back. After she was done, she walked out of her room in her spaghetti straps yellow short dress. The dress reached just above her knees, somewhere in her mid-thighs.

“Yes, this bra is perfect for you. We will take one in every color and get some matching panties as well. We should get you some matching thongs as well.” A shiver runs up my spine. “Are you okay, Sam?” I let out a small cough. “Yes, I’m fine.” “Are you sure, because as soon as I meant thongs, you went pale. Do you have something against them?” How do I explain that I was programmed not to wear thongs because only whores wore them? “No, I don’t have anything against thongs. I’m just not used to wearing them.” “Well, that’s fine. Most women find them comfortable and sexy. We will get you some along with the silk high-cut panties just in case.”

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

Save it for Connor. I got out of the shower and dug out my sexiest lingerie; the set I'd bought on a whim last year, hoping to spark something. Black lace, sheer enough to tease, with a bra that cupped my tits just right, pushing them up into soft cleavage that begged to be grabbed. The thong was barely there. It was a thin strip that disappeared between my ass cheeks and the front panel was translucent over my shaved pussy. Lastly, the garters that were clipped to thigh-high stockings, framing my curves like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

His warm breath tickled my neck as he watched on with anticipation. “The event can f*cking wait, but my c*ck can’t.” And just like that, he gathered the dress effortlessly and smoothly, exposing my lower body. I was wearing only a thin strip of fabric commonly referred to as a thong - something I had only ever heard of, but never worn before. This newfound level of vulnerability made me incredibly uneasy. Despite the warmth in his touch, my heart raced. “I can't help but admire the sight of your p*ssy, the thin lines made by the fabric highlighting its beauty.”

The stripper looked me up and down then sauntered closer. “Grab my pants.” He thrust at me. I flushed and hooked a finger through one of his beltloops. He spun away, and his pants tore off, revealing a tiny black thong. I screamed louder than I had yet and waved his pants like a trophy. He danced back to me, showing off how his junk moved in the tiny underwear, and when he stopped in front of me once more, I realized the thong said something. Groom-to-be.

It was strange that grandma picked the set with the intent of Forrest seeing them. And while orange wouldn’t be my first choice, and I don’t generally buy sexy things, I have to admit I love the delicate eyelash lace that is used on both the wide shoulder straps and soft boning for the shape of the lighting lined bra and the semi-sheer mesh panel and scalloped waistband of the low rise thong. So even if Forrest doesn’t see it tonight, I’ll be sure to wear it another time when I know he can.

I have one left here. After drying my hair, I wrapped myself with a towel and went out to find Rine is back holding things in her hands and looking so giddy. “Ok now here’s a new black thong, you are not going to need a bra.....” she said wiggling her eyebrows “....... And here’s your sexy dress.” I wore the thong without taking off the towel; I don’t like the concept of thongs. They make me uncomfortable. I rarely wear them, but I tried to ignore the feeling.

She says breathlessly. “That’s my girl,” I am already out of my pants as I thrust into her. After we are done. She straightens her dress and puts on a new thong. “You know that was La Perla right? Those were expensive underwear you just ruined by ripping them off of me. Two hundred dollars to be exact.” She says annoyed. “Totally worth it. Also, why would you wear a two-hundred-dollar thong around me when you know I love to destroy them?” I tell her.