Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

I froze for a while, staring at him before I walked over to my wardrobe, pretending to arrange it. “Come on,put on your lingerie for me.” He whispered and stood up from the bed. I held my breath, waiting till I felt him standing behind me. His arms wrapped around me from behind as he cupped my breasts. “Ohhh….” I moaned and threw my head back,on his shoulder. “Will you dress up for me?” He asked softly and I nodded. “Good girl, I'll be waiting.” He whispered and moved backwards. I searched my wardrobe and brought out a black lingerie I'd never worn.

His mouth moved along my neck, down to the swell of my breasts, lips burning every inch of skin they touched. “You don’t wear lace to work unless you want someone to see it,” he growled, fingers sliding beneath the delicate fabric. “I didn’t. . . know anyone would. . . ” “Liar.” He cut me shut! It's true, I lied! I had wanted him to notice it. He tugged the cups down and took one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling until it peaked and sent sparks down my spine. I clutched his shoulder for balance, nails digging into the fabric.

I stepped down finally from the ladder and placed it back in it's original position, went to bed and promptly fell asleep. I woke to the sound of a key once again being inserted in the lock outside. The door was slowly opened and my skinny rapist stepped in. He had a sheepish look on his face. I jumped out of bed and stepped backwards away from him. I was terribly frightened . This time he held the knife pointed at me. He moved slowly after me like a lion hunting it's prey, with the knife still pointed in my direction. He motioned to me to move back towards the bed.As he got close to me he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed slapping me across the face as I feebly resisted . He ignored m

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

After I had sent the message, I quickly put on the sexy lingerie that I had bought a few days ago for my husband; it was in my size and could accommodate my big pregnant belly. It was just a bra, a see-through bra, with matching panties and a slutty skirt; I looked irresistible. Now I was on the bed, lying on my side, as that's the position that made me look even hotter. Gosh, I was shaking a little. Would he do it or not? Would he fuck me and forget that I was his brother's wife? All those questions excited me. They excited me until I realised I'd been waiting for over thirty minutes and he didn't come.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I slurred. His groan was an answer. He came after me, pulling my skirt up. He pulled my panties down. “You asked for it.” He moaned, shifting me over his table. He shoved his dick into my pussy, ramming into me roughly. “Fuck,” I moaned, clenching my pussy wall to grip his prick more. His hand grabbed my hair, yanking me forward. I held his waist, shoveling him. “Wench!” Andrian growled, hitting me hard. “Tell me, will your husband hear of this sacrifice?” Ne demanding, stroking me slowly.