Forced To Wear Panties Stories Novels & Stories

God, I’m so fucking aroused by this man, it wasn’t even funny. “You’re in your bed,right?”He asked. “Yes.” “What are you wearing?” Don’t tell him. “A blue nightdress.” I’m losing control. “Underneath?” “Red panties” “Take it off.” What? I just told him I wasn’t attracted to him. I shouldn’t do this. I should hang up now. I slid my panties off my body. “Done.” “Touch yourself.Put that pretty little finger in your pussy and tell me what you feel.” I slid my hand between my legs and swiped through my flesh.

“Emily just an hour and if you want we can end this relationship. All I need is an hour.” Emily quickly dropped the call and burst into tears “Shhhh baby it’s going to be okay” cooed Nessa “Why don’t you give him a chance to explain things?” “Nessa, what for? It’s not like if I forgive him we can can live happily ever after. I’m engaged to be married at any point in time” sobbed Emily

“Wait, there’s more.” “What?” I felt confused as to what else does he want from me. “Remove your panties.” “What?” Shocked came to me hearing that from him. “Didn’t you hear me, I said, remove your panties. If you don’t remove them, I’ll have it remove myself.” Thiago’s words were so demanding but I know despite how ridiculous it was, he wouldn’t stop until he could do it on his accord. I then quickly removed my black panties and tossed it to him.

“We'll advance to the next lesson next time.” “There's not going to be a next time.” I wanted to say, but I wasn't ready to start another argument. Not when I already felt sick from kneeling down for almost an hour. I stared down at my panties, letting down a shaky breath. “I don't feel comfortable wearing this in front of you, Alpha Andrè.” “Do I need to remind you what's in the contract?” I shook my head. “Do it then.” I sighed, raising my gown a little to wear my panties. Even though his eyes were gradually peeling me open, I made sure my skin wasn't exposed. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of staring at my ass.

Emerging naked, towel draped loosely around her, she stood close to her bed, towel slipping to the floor as she eyed the panties. Should she wear them? The rational part of her screamed no, this was manipulation, a game Ronan played to assert his dominance. But the pull, that inexplicable magnetic force drawing her to him, whispered yes. Her fingers traced the fabric, the vibrator cool against her touch. With a resigned sigh, she stepped into them, the device nestling perfectly against her folds, a promise of torment and pleasure intertwined. She dressed in a simple tank top and shorts, the panties hidden beneath, and grabbed her phone.

Karen was overwhelmed. She knew she should leave. She knew this was humiliating. She knew this was wrong. She knew she was letting these thugs get leverage on her. Yet, she couldn't stop sucking. She couldn't stop stroking. She couldn't stop obeying. "And who wears pantyhose on a day this hot?" Barbie asked, as she pulled the dress up. "Oh shit, the slut must have known she was coming over to get some dick, she's fucking wearing stockings."

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.

I felt his hand on my bare buttocks as he reached for my panties and flinched as I tried to push him away. But noticed I was unable to turn around. Oh, goddess. Not again. Please. My hands were stuck on the table and I groaned as I tried to turn around, but to no avail. I couldn't move. I felt him pull my panties down and I burst into tears. " Please don't." I winced and he paused. Oh, mercies. please... I watched him as he looked down on my buttocks and then back at my reflection. " I wasn't going to do it, but I told you. You don't beg me," he said and pulled my panties down to my ankles and I whispered.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

I drew in a shaky breath as his fingers played with the swell of my breasts as my skin tingled and I flushed in wanton lust and sexual furstration. He pushed my legs further apart and pressed me to the wall while his fingers disappeared into my gown. "Oh shit!" I could feel him smirk behind me. "Why didn't you wear panties?" He bit my collarbone. I didn't wear panties because I loved how my ass bounced without restriction (panties) and besides no one would notice the event was held in the evening. Who goes around checking if any lady wore panties? "It's nothing. I decided not to wear any." I whispered and thought he was unable to hear me.