His Hand In Her Panties Novels & Stories

The sheer size of it made my breath catch, and my body couldn't help but weep with hunger. "Look at how wet you are. Give in already." He cupped my rear with both hands and lifted my waist into the air, aligning me directly with his manhood. Then, without warning, he arched his back and thrust his hips…

My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened, his hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered quietly, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties.

The lace clings to my skin, soaked with his cum and my wetness. “Fuck, look at you,” he mutters. His fingers hook into the waistband. He peels the panties down slowly. The sticky mess stretches between the fabric and my pussy before it snaps free. Cool air hits my bare pussy. I’m swollen and glistening. His earlier load mixes with fresh arousal. He drops to his knees. His face is inches from my pussy. He inhales deeply. The sound is primal. He spreads my folds with his thumbs. My pink hole pulses under his stare. My clit throbs.

His fingers slid under the lace edge of her panties, teasing her sensitive flesh until she whimpered, hips grinding against his hand. “Say it,” he demanded. “I’m yours,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “Only yours.” Ryan growled something unintelligible and kissed her again. His hand slid up, cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple through the fabric. She gasped, arching into his touch, her hands trembling as they slid down to unbuckle his belt.

One big hand wrapped tight around his thick cock, stroking slow and deliberate. In his other hand he held something small and black. My stomach dropped when I recognized it. My panties! Is he a pervert? The lacy black pair I’d left in the laundry basket this morning because I’d been too rushed to sort them properly. He had them pressed to his face, his eyes half closed, breathing in deep while his fist pumped up and down that heavy shaft. The head was flushed dark, slick already, veins standing out as he twisted his wrist on every upstroke.

He lowered one hand into his pants, and a few seconds later, he raised her black panties, which made her cheeks turn red. "Give me those, Elvin." She leaned over to get her panties, but the jerk quickly pulled his arm back. "I said, give me those. I'm getting cold!" she exclaimed, grinding her teeth in annoyance. The young man shook his head with a wide grin. "No, that's mine! They're mine now, so you can't do anything," he said, then put the panties back in his pocket.

He stared at her naked body and she instinctively covered herself with her hands. “No, none of that.” He replied. He reached out and grabbed her hands, putting them down to her sides. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She said out loud. He reached down and picked up her underwear and held them out. “The door is right there.” She looked at her panties and every instinct told her to take them and go. But her arms didn’t listen. She tried as hard as she could, but she just stared at him.

The desire, hot and insistent, had completely eclipsed her embarrassment. “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers finally reaching the lace of her panties. He hooked a finger under the thin fabric, pulling it aside, revealing the swollen, glistening folds of her pussy. The sight of his finger, so close, so intimate, made her entire body tremble.

A growl and one look into her terrified eyes and her legs were wide open again. He wove his hand along the band of her panties and ripped the lacy material. Then he shoved his fingers inside her pussy at once. All five fingers. She whimpered and grabbed onto his hand, trying to pull it out if her. “I swear by all things holy that it's going to be worse if you don't fucking let go of my hand.” He said lowly. She hesitantly let go, and he began to move his hand inside her. Fisting. Punching her inside. Soon, her whimpers were groans. Then she was screaming.

Now standing just in her bra and her white lace panties she could do nothing but give, to his demand. Losing his grip on her hands, he leaves her breast and takes her waist in both his hands as he kneels so his face is the same height as her stomach. He trials soft kissing down her stomach till it reached the top of her panties. With her panties still on, his tongue goes sideways alongside the top of her panties as he tucks on them with his teeth. His kisses then follow his one hand, which is touching lightly on her core, going slowly up and down till they reached her core, which was by this time overflowing. She lets a moan escape her mouth.