Les Knickers Ada_p_rix Novels & Stories

He rose and blocked the exit, his tall frame filling the space. “Strip off your clothes now,” he commanded. Clara hesitated, her breath catching. Her fingers hovered near the buttons of her maid uniform, trembling. The black dress felt like armor, but it offered no protection here. Adrian watched without blinking, arms crossed. She swallowed hard and started with the white apron, untying it slowly and letting it fall. Then the dress buttons, one by one. The fabric whispered as it slid down her shoulders, revealing her simple bra and panties. She had more curves than Lia, fuller hips, softer lines, and Adrian’s gaze darkened. He grew hard instantly, the outline clear against his pants.

Sheri's eyes were wide as the woman, Criana Rhymes, reached behind herself and pulled the zipper of her dress down, the dress then sliding down her body to nestle on the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, her full, C-cup breasts surmounted by large dark nipples, her chocolate skin almost glistening as she reached for Charles' shorts and pulled them down, his rock-hard cock standing straight out in front of him as she knelt on one knee before him.

SPENCER POV My beautiful girl’s eyes were so wide as I unbuttoned her jeans. Her cheeks flushed and her breath short as I pulled down the zipper and slid the denim down her legs. Her knickers are perfect. Plain white cotton, understated and innocent. She’s perfect. She steps out of the jeans so gracefully, and she still has her socks on, fluffy and pink and cute enough to make my cock twitch. I drop to my knees, my face so close to her sweet pussy, hidden by knickers that are damp, and my breath lands right where I know she’s so tender. Dainty fingers brush my scalp, twist in my hair, and she murmurs.

The name alone made me shiver. *************** “I can't believe you girls are doing this too!” I exclaim. Alana and Adella are stripped down next to me. Their pussies and titts on full display. I get undressed too and slip on the robe provided. “You think you're the only one who deserves a pretty pussy?” Lana laughs. “I'm getting the one too. I'm even putting in a tiny clit ring.” “Yeah, me too,” Lana confesses. “But mine will be glow-in-the-dark.”

It was a straight-up lie and they both knew it, but anything to get out of that continuous hell. “Ha!” Adi let out a sharp laugh, then his eyes narrowed into sharp slits, not showing any mercy towards Lacey. “Next dress, please.” At least he was polite. Sticking out her tongue at him, Lacey went into her walk-in closet to change out of the red dress Adi had said made her look like a tomato into a black halter maxi dress with a slit that began just above her knees and went all the way down. As Lacey stepped out of the closet, she shook her head in disbelief as Adi got to his feet, whistled, then started clapping in slow motion.

I felt no hesitation. I unclipped my necklace, placed it on the desk, then unzipped my dress and stepped out of it, folding it neatly. I wore only stockings, suspenders, silk French knickers, and heels..no bra, as always. My small, firm breasts and flat chest were legacies of my modeling days. “Nice knickers,” Sophia murmured. I slid them off and handed them to her. “Eighty pounds a pair.” “I’ll take a dozen,” she smiled.

PAST Ada was 3 years old and Mrs. Nicolas now worked at a large mall as a cashier, her husband worked in a bank, both jobs didn’t allowing bringing of kids to the work place so Mrs. Nicholas had the option of getting nanny for Ada or registering her in a day care center but her husband didn’t like the idea of the following so Mrs. Nicholas had to bring her younger sister to live with them, her name was Marbel, she was 19 years at the time.

I’m almost rooting for Chris at this point. After all the gifts were exchanged, and I started to clean up the wrapping paper, Adrian pulled me to the couch to sit by him. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” He laughed. I looked at him confused. He already got me the expensive diaper bag I'd had my eye on, a heart pendant necklace with a stunning diamond in its center, and an embarrassing lingerie set he had me open after calling all attention to me. He even had to make a comment about how it would still look sexy on me over my postpartum underwear and diaper-like pads.

He swiveled his chair to face her fully, knees apart, making space. “Lift your skirt.” She gripped the hem with both hands, drew the navy fabric upward inch by inch. Plain white cotton panties—already darkened at the crotch. A small wet spot had spread noticeably. “Take them off.” She hooked thumbs in the waistband, pushed them down. They slid past her thighs, knees, ankles. She stepped out of them, left them pooled on the carpet. Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence.

her eyes welling with tears as she fumbled with the pincushion. "Get me Madam Joyce," Ada demanded, turning her glare back to Mrs. Rita, who was now kneeling on the floor. "I am not speaking to the help anymore. Get the creative director out here right now. This entire bodice is a disaster." "Madam Joyce is currently in a consultation with the Minister's wife, Miss Ada," Mrs. Rita pleaded gently, her fingers working furiously to adjust the pinning. "But I can assure you—"