Novel & Cerita Forced To Wear Panties Stories

I'd already had my share of disappointments in life. I went home with her panties burning a hole in my pocket, and when I got there, I realized it wasn't just one pair - it was two. I'd put Ana's panties in my pocket when I took them off and didn't give them back. God, these panties! What had gotten into me? I already had one that I should have returned, but I couldn't resist taking the other one too, even if unconsciously, as a reminder of the incredible night she'd given me - one that wouldn't happen again. A pair of tiny panties in garish colors, one lime green and the other red. I had to be having some kind of psychiatric issue to be turning into a panty thief. This had to be some sort o

I walked a few steps backward until my legs hit the edge of his bed. He came closer, looking down at me, his gaze intense. "Take your panties off, baby," he said in a low, gravelly voice that did things to me that even someone's skilled tongue had never done before. I instantly followed his command, burying my hands underneath the skirt of my dress, hitching my hands into the waist of my panties, and pulling them off, bringing them down my legs until they dropped to the floor.

My eyelids fluttering, I lean back further against his chest, supporting myself against his torso while he plucks and teases my nipples. “Your pants, next,” he says, his voice even lower than before. I start to reach my hands up to my waist, but he moves quicker, releasing my breasts to grab the waistband of my hands. He starts to lower it. When the pants are at my thighs, he leans back a moment, as if finally realizing I’m also not wearing any panties. The panties I wore in the coliseum were likely destroyed, and even after being given scrubs, I was never given any replacement underwear.

There was an awkward silence between us as we headed for the elevator, maybe just from my side. My head was too busy trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, I could still feel the moisture between my legs as I walked. It was so embarrassing to walk out of the cafeteria without panties, especially since I was wearing this orange body-hugging elastic gown. With a close look, anyone could tell that I wasn’t putting on panties. Good lord! The embarrassment making it even obvious I cursed Maxwell endlessly in my mind. What other silly ideas did this man have? He was so good at it that you could tell it wasn’t his first time. Maybe he enjoys harassing women, of course with their co

I give them a desperate tug, still smiling as if I'm completely at ease, trying to keep from looking down and drawing any extra attention to what are by far the most embarrassing piece of clothing I own. It almost works. With one more sharp tug, I get the panties free of my shoe, but I use a little too much force. And while this particular pair of underwear is old, the elastic waistband still has plenty of spring to it, because before I even realize what's happening, it sling-shots its way from my grip and flies across the room. Hitting Orlando Fontaine right in the chest. Everyone in the tent is dead silent as my sad, stained period panties fall to the ground. Orlando stares down at them wi

"No bra? Seriously? And I almost see your​ panties... I'm not liking this." "Who said I'm wearing panties?" I snapped. This was hilarious. He opens his eyes wide "You wouldn't!" "Wanna bet?" It's not true. I'm wearing black g-string panties. I'm not crazy. "Yeah. You enjoy torturing me. I just don't know why..." He complained. "Any news on the she wolf?" "No. Maybe she's a student parent..." "That makes sense..." I reply. The day was exhausting. I got a lot of attention too. The dress was too much.

I cursed, as the coldness of the wall made my tits harder. Aiden pulled my gown up, revealing my sexy ass to him. Yes, I was wearing no panties! My ass was round and full, and Aiden eagerly felt the right ass cheek in his hand. "So damn soft… You were wearing no panties, Cait. And it was because of that bastard you called a husband, right?" He raised his hands and smacked my ass. I gasped and writhed against the wall, with my hands tied. I could not set myself loose, and I most certainly did not want to set myself loose too.

I raised my head up to look at her, perfect. Instead, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Now the choice is yours. If you want to go through with this, you can take off your panties.” I slid my hand over the lacy fabric, feeling the wetness that dampened the front. “I wouldn’t want to force you to do anything you wouldn’t want.” She hesitated, her stiff nipples brushing against my chest, and then she lowered herself again, this time sliding her panties off as she moved and stepped out of them at last.

He was pushing up her skirt and she moaned as his finger stroked her slick wet pussy, ‘You are a bad girl Zaya, not wearing any panties’ His breath was hot in her ear, ‘Why would I? You have torn off so many I see no point, dear husband’ She retaliated softly then gasped as he pushed his fingers into her, ‘If you do not wear panties my little Zaya, then you must want this hot little pussy fucking’ His fingers were arousing her to a fever pitch and she was clinging to him rocking against his hand,

He gently rubs me through my panties and that's all it takes , I almost gave out. " Wanna take them off?" Gray whispers, his warm breath against my ear gives me goosebumps. I turn to look at him wondering what he's talking about but he snaps the tiny waistline of my panties against my skin. Oh shit. I don't mind taking this blockage off. But it's gonna be embarrassing if Mia or the others find me taking off my panties because I'm about to get fingered in a family dinner with a birthday celebrant. Oh Gray, what hath thou turned me into.