Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

She Replied as she walked out of my room. When she left I went to my Walk-in - Wardrobe and chose Pink Pijamas Pants and a White Mickey mouse Top and then I went downstairs. When I got downstairs, I met the dining table already set, The Aroma of the Creamy cake made me drool Subconsciously. " You are drooling. " Sister Sia told me as she came out from the kitchen. " Oh! " I said as I quickly wiped out my drool with my Yellow handkerchief.

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.

I took another step, looming over her shorter form. “Yes you are,stop wasting my time.” I reached out, letting the back of my fingers graze her bare shoulder. Her skin broke out in goosebumps under my touch. “I have a pretty good idea,” I murmured. “Why don’t you tell me what kind of thong it is? Describe it in vivid detail, and it's yours.” She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to my lips before she met my gaze again. "It's a black lace thong,” she whispered. “Low-cut at the sides, with a small bow in the front."

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.

I heard a faint sound from his side, a low groan, maybe? The windows were cracked open, and the alley sometimes carried noises. It made my pussy throb. I pulled the dress higher, slowly, inch by inch, exposing my legs, my hips. No panties tonight? Wait, noI had on that tiny black thong, the one that barely covered anything. The string dug into my ass cheeks, and I knew he could see the outline as I turned sideways a bit.

"Panties, but at least I got some of the smallest ones they have. Something called a string." Camara chuckled. "Thongs and G-strings. Least amount of fabric." I sat back and bent one leg, set my ankle on my opposite knee. Triple X images flashed through my mind on fast forward. Fucking thongs and G-strings. I needed to check those out. Make sure they met with my approval. I nodded, unsure I could say anything coherent. She spun another little pirouette. Held her hands out to the sides when she was facing me again. I gave her a thumbs up. "Looks great." I swallowed. Got myself under control. "I saw a truckload of stuff go back there. What else do you have for me to see?"

My men inhaling sharply as they continue to watch me. My gaze now silently on both of them as Grant moves to rub his hardened cock. A sense of pride now blooming deep within me at knowing I could still get each of them physically hard. My eyes now glancing to Tony as I secretly move to wink at him. My hands now coming towards the waist band of my leggings as I slowly move to slide them down. Carefully bending at the waist as I move to take them all the way down. My nicely bruised ass now facing Tony as I showcase my lovely new thong that I got from Lucus. Having received 35 hard smacks with a paddle for being a total brat. A whistle now rising as Tony moves to admire the marks. My focus now

Odell stared at it for a moment. Then he let out a frustrated breath. “Great.” “I’m so sorry,” I said quickly. He rubbed his forehead. “Do you even know what watch this is?” I shook my head nervously. “This is a Patek Philippe Nautilus 5711.” The name meant nothing to me but the tone in his voice did. He looked genuinely annoyed. “Let’s just go home,” he said shortly. The ride back was completely different from before, silent and heavy. I sat stiffly in my seat, replaying the moment again and again in my head.

One wrong move—or the right one—and everything would show. Panties next. The smallest pair I owned: sheer black lace thong, front panel so thin it was practically see-through, back nothing but a delicate string disappearing between my cheeks. I pulled it up slowly, feeling the lace settle against my already-wet folds. The string nestled between my ass cheeks like it belonged there. Top last. A white cropped baby tee—soft, thin cotton, neckline scooped low enough that half my breasts spilled out even when I stood straight. No bra.

I move behind her, and without waiting another goddamn second, I reach down, close my fingers on the hem of her pleated skirt, and pull it up, all the way up, until with an animal groan deep inside my chest, her entire little peach of an ass is exposed to me. She’s wearing a fucking thong. I’m not sure if I was expecting something cliched like white cotton ones out of a schoolgirl porno, but there’s something so fucking hot about the very grown up red lace tucked tight between the soft globes of her ass that has me ready to tear it off with my teeth.