Forced To Wear Panties Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn’t even scream for help and I was sure that if I did no one would come to my rescue. Obediently, I pulled my silk nightdress over my head, and I stood in front of him wearing only a pair of lace panties. I used my hands to cover my boobs. “Take those off too” he pointed at my panties “Now!” He added when I hesitated The tears fell freely now. I slowly pulled off my panties while he watched. I could see the growing bulge in his trousers, and for some reason, I wanted to feel it. What is wrong with you, Beth?

Since I had let my guard down, believing everything was going to be smooth-sailing, I didn’t see her foot when she suddenly stuck it out. With a yelp, I tripped, falling onto my stomach. It hurt! Laughters rang out, her voice and her friends’ had been the loudest. “Look at her panties! Pathetic!” So, my skirt had rose up just like in my real life. Wait a sec! I didn’t get why this needed to happen. I needed to fall and expose my ass? That ‘should’ happen by some design greater than me? For what reason? So I could learn to wear panties as an important lesson? ‘Bad idea, girl, you should always wear panties. They are vital!’

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

I struggled to catch my breath, beating his wrist and clawing at it as much as I could, but he seemed more eager to perform coitus, than allowing me the chance to breathe. He successfully rendered my clothes useless and went for my panties which were now public. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed him; it did nothing to stop him, but it angered him. His hand landed on my face, forcing it to tilt to the side. I cried out from the pain. “You whore. You think you can get away from me? Marry someone else and leave me? Impossible! You are mine.” “Please…Kilan…please…” I could only plead at this point, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. He kept trying to pull down my panties.

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

It never made sense to me at all. I put on my clothes without remembering to put any panties on. These were luxuries I didn’t have in Luther’s mansion. He forbade me from ever putting them on, unless he said so. The guy was just so twisted that staying around him made my skin crawl, yet, I had no other choice about this. If I stayed beside him, Phyllis could live freely. That was all I wanted. For now. Since he wasn’t here today, I decided to grab my lace panties and wear them once again. I didn’t know when next I could try this, but I knew I wouldn’t live out the rest of my days with that monster.

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

The fluid flowing from the vagina along with the clear fluid secreted from the tip of the penis made Pearl's lace panties wet. At this point, no matter how strong Max's reason is, it can't be stopped. Max just needed a little force to tear Pearl's underwear. Pearl looked pitiful. "You tore it, what do I wear now?" Max squeezed her butt hard, then placed his penis right at the vaginal entrance and pushed it in. "Then you can just leave my dick inside like that, no need to wear underwear anymore." “Hmmmm… aaaaa… baby… you're so mean…” Pearl pouted, feeling every part of the penis pushing inside her.

I’ve often heard stories of women leaving their panties for men to fantasize about. But I didn’t! It wasn’t intentional! I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. Pulling myself together,I grabbed the panties and stuffed it into my pocket, “Mr Hudson,I admit..this is mine.And I was supposed to dispose it after bathing but I forgot and then we were suddenly in a hurry to get me out of here before anyone sees me so you can’t certainly find me cheap because of this.I have no intentions of seducing you so don’t overthink this.”

As I need to see those beautiful long legs of hers so badly. And when she hung those panties up, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. God, I was so fucking hard, my pants felt so tight around my hard dick literally causing me pain. My dick screaming out to be freed from my pants. And she enjoyed every single second of her game. It was written all over her beautiful face.