Forced To Wear Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

Andy nodded, pouting. "As you can remember, someone was chasing me then. And I jumped from the outside to your backyard. And I saw that there were clothes hanging, and at that time I had a wound on my arm so I planned to take a cloth to aid my wound, BUT! I got something else. And that is your... your panty with Monday written on it. Come to think of it, Baby, you haven't shown me the Tuesday to Sunday panties yet," Andy buried her face in Clein's chest and slapped him in embarrassment. In the morning…

“You won’t be wearing them anymore.” It took me a while to resolve his words completely in my mind, and I looked at him in horror, “Please… Give me back my panties… I can’t go back there like this.” I started to plead. I saw the way those two young men stared at me, how could I sit panty-less in that room full of predators? The masked man didn’t listen to my pleas, dragged me back to the locked room, and pushed me inside with cruelty.

And above each bed, pinned to the wall in neat rows, were panties; dozens of them, lace and cotton and thongs, some with little notes or dates. I knew that mine would be hanging there before the night ended. These guys had it going on. They knew how to make a girl feel like she was entering a private hunt. Jen and I each went to bed with our guys and started making out again. I glanced at her and what she was doing, and the guys were doing the same; watching each other, feeding off the energy. What a turn-on. The clothing came off fast after that, shirts, skirts, jeans hitting the floor. I was down to my bikini panties, soaked through.

The fake cock slurped in and out of my wife's hole, "He took mine too, baby. He was such a gentleman." I held off for as long as I could, but all too soon, my daughter coaxed a climax out of me. As she rode the ebb of her orgasm, her mother shoved her off, spread her legs, and dove in, saying, "Never had pussy, now I can't get enough." Epilogue So, the three of us became free-use, but not clothing-free. I loved massaging Misty and Riley through that soft cotton. Two days later, I got up to find Carter's cotton panties and a note, "These are for 'big' girls. Put them on."

I didn’t feel like that though. Needless to say, Mr Stark liked my choice of underwear, especially the white slutty one. I know for a fact that I chose that one specifically because of him. He’d practically forced me to take about seven of the panties altogether, promising to rip them off of me if I keep on complaining. Seeing the price tags, I wanted to scream.

I slightly moved my legs trying to close them up but he saw my movements and immediately pinched me making me part my legs a little. He moved his hand around my panties and found it a bit hard to also slip into my panties. “Never wear panties when we are out. Got that!” He told me calmly. I was stirring a bit as he finally shoved his hand into my panties and playing with my clean shaved clit. “Ah!...” I let out a soft moan as his long fingers went to my pussy lips.

Leora was salivating and she begged, "Come on, Silas, deduct those panties from Bruna's body too." Silas' fingers sent tantalizing sparks as he notoriously crawled up to grab the sides of my black laced panties. He was about to untie the knots but stopped suddenly. He raised his head and looked into my eyes. "I can't believe this. Under your baggy night clothes, you wear such panties, hun?" Silas said with a sly smile.

“Here’s what I want you to do tomorrow when we go out.” “What?” I read his face. My heart raced in anticipation at the thought of another task he asked me to perform, and then sex and a lot of orgasms later. “Don’t wear panties tomorrow.” My eyes widened. “But—” Before I could defy him, he pressed his finger against my lips. “Just do as I say, but don’t wear pants or a wide skirt.” ***

The sound of her pantyhose tearing—that familiar ripping silk—drew a groan from someone across the table. "No underwear," Jack announced. "She's bare under here. Comes to faculty meetings with her cunt ready and nothing between it and the world." "Because they make me," Haylie gasped. "The boys. Rule number one. No panties on campus. Ever. So they can take me whenever they want. In the library stacks. The locker room. The greenhouse after botany lab."