Kat Dennings Thong Novels & Stories

I was standing at the bar at seven forty-five, talking to two regional directors about the Tokyo expansion, when the room adjusted. The air didn't just shift; it thickened. It became heavy with the scent of something expensive and floral, anchored by a musky undertone that made my blood pressure spike. I turned, and Katia fucking Kensington walked in. She was wearing red. I had never seen her in red. It was a silk slip dress the colour of a fresh arterial wound, and it didn't just fit her—it worshipped her. The fabric was so thin it was a provocation, clinging to the swell of her breasts and the dangerous curve of her hips like a second, more honest skin. It was backless, held up by straps t

Her scent and the way her lips had trembled when she looked at me. Gods, I needed her. By the time I knocked on her door, the world had shrunk to just her. She opened it, and my chest seized. Kaelis was standing there, every inch of her confidence dripping off her. She was wearing a deep red silk bra, the cups barely covering her breasts, the thin straps slipping down her shoulders like they didn’t care about holding anything in place. A matching lace thong hugged her hips, the lace soft but sharp against her skin, and silk thigh-high stockings ran up her legs, held tight by delicate garters that made my mouth dry. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, dark and wild, framing her flushed fac

The tiny zipper clutching her cleavage doesn’t exactly whisper for attention — it screams. Without thinking, I blurt, “What kind of dick-teaser dress is that?” Thalia, ever the encyclopedia of sass, swivels in her chair to face the door, her eyes lighting up brighter than fireworks on the Fourth of July. “Oh, honey, that’s a zipper-front, long-sleeved, ribbed knit mini bodycon dress over black leggings,” she rattles off, laughter bubbling through her voice. “Which, judging by the drool pooling at your chin, it’s clearly doing a number on your, uh, sexual organ.”

“I don’t want to.” I stare at myself in the mirror of the dressing room. Jake, who is sitting on a chair behind me, has been ogling at me ever since I have put on the lingerie set Cheryl gave me. It is a red two piece; it has detailing of flowers that are embroidered on both the bra and the thong. Most of it is made out of mesh fabric, only the risky parts are hidden behind the flowers. Why did they even bother hiding those; might just have exposed them all at once. She gave me a pair of red thigh garters to go with the set and a very high pair of heels.

Red, black, blue, burgundy, maroon, beige, taupe, all kinds of colors of lingeries. I tried on another black lingerie and this one, was the BOMB.It was more revealing than the others. Made out of a very transparent material with nettings on the bust part. The thong was too thin, and it was slipping in between my ass cheeks. This set could actually make Jake’s nose bleed.She took dozen of hot pictures of me in it and I really liked but was hoping he doesn’t get attracted by it. I was still wearing the black lingerie when she handed my phone to me.

They led me back to the kitchen, where the tiny, torn lace apron was still sitting on the marble island, a pathetic reminder of how far I’d fallen. "Dress him," Kade commanded, leaning against the refrigerator with his arms crossed. Ken took over, his large hands surprisingly steady as he tied the apron strings tight enough to pinch my waist. He didn't just put the apron on me…he pulled a pair of sheer, thigh-high stockings from his pocket. They were black, delicate, and completely ridiculous on a guy like me. But as he rolled them up my bruised legs, pinning them to a garter belt he’d buckled around my hips, I felt a surge of that dark, addictive shame.

he sneers, the judgement in his voice plainer than day itself. Lips tilted up to his, I unbutton my denim shorts. Sticking his fingers through the ripped holes on the front, the holes that I like, that show more skin, that add what I think is a cute, sexy, distressed look, he rips them down, leaving me nearly bare in my bra and panties. I have a habit of buying mostly black undergarments. But now, here, wearing a black mega-bra that cups my tits and a matching thong – I hadn't planned for it, I just wear a lot of leggings, so generally speaking, buying thongs is the move.

Kenneth's eyes paid rapped attention to the gentle movement of her hips and her toned, shapely legs as she carried two tall Daiquiris glasses in her hands. Kita's feminine figure complimented the way she was dressed. She is wearing a pair of fuchsia shorts,d a poker dot fuchsia, and a light blue halter top, exposing her flawless skin. He was watching her sashay toward him with that inviting smile. Kenneth became silenced as he gazed desirous upon Kita's sumptuous body. He stood up smoothly, gliding toward her, snapping his fingers and wearing light blue shorts cuffed just above his knees.

Minutes later, she was playing at chasing him, while he pretended to attack her like a cornered animal, which was perfect for them to be in the positions of dominator and dominated, even if he left her in control most of the time. Slowly, he turned to face her, wanting to get a better look at the clothes she was wearing, if they could be called that. Kath was wearing pieces made of glossy black leather, which shone brighter than the black dye on my Bugatti, and a beautiful bodice covered her full breasts, compressing them, and tightened her waist, making her look even slimmer. A thong was all that covered her intimacy. On her arms, black latex gloves went up to just above her elbows. Leather

Ken then said, "That was awesome Julie. You know, it would be even better if you weren't wearing those panties." She gave him a naughty little smile. She loved that suggestion. She put her hands under her tiny skirt and wiggled out of her thong, sliding it down her legs. She bent over to pick it up off the floor giving the guys a great view of her asshole and pussy. She then threw it at Ken with a wicked grin on her face. He brought the thong to his nose for a quick sniff, then raised it as if giving Julie a champagne toast.