Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

She stood before him in nothing but white lace lingerie. “You look like a dream,” he growled, lifting her and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently but his touch was anything but. He kissed down her body, removing her lingerie with impatient hands. When he reached between her thighs, he groaned at how wet she already was. Alexander buried his face in her pussy, licking her with long, hungry strokes. He sucked on her clit hard, pushing two thick fingers inside her while his tongue worked relentlessly. Meera moaned loudly, her hands gripping his hair as pleasure built rapidly.

Anna kept licking me through every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive, almost whimpering. She uncuffed one wrist, rolled us, and pulled me on top of her so our wet cunts pressed together. She gripped my ass hard and forced the friction, our clits sliding with every deep grind of our hips. We moved against each other, kissing messily, until I came a third time, grinding down, and she followed with a low broken sound against my neck. Anna traced a slow line down my stomach, her fingers still shiny with me. “You’re still going to write the story, aren’t you?”

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

His cock was still heavy, glossy with me, tenting the fabric slightly as he crossed to the door. I scrambled under the covers, yanking the sheet up to my chin, trying to look like I’d simply fallen asleep in his bed instead of being thoroughly fucked into it. My blouse was somewhere on the floor. My bra was still unhooked and hanging open. My pants and soaked underwear were downstairs in the kitchen. I was naked, marked, and dripping. Damien cracked the door just enough to lean out, body blocking any view of the bed. “Lila, sweetheart. It’s late.”

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

Honestly, I have no intentions of going but since I have to prove to Maria I’m happy with my new life, I just have to show up even if it means dressing up in a way I don’t want to and looking very vibrant for a party I’m not quite ready for. As I finished dressing up, I took a long look at my reflection, smiling giddily because I was about to make Kyle regret losing me and as for Maria, she was about to hate the fact that she invited me here. I am wearing a sleeveless black tulle gown with golden flowers, sequins, appliqué, and a deep V-neck. The fabric is smooth and silky, and it hugs my body like a dream. The plunging neckline is daring and adds a touch of allure, while the open back adds

: -No, no I still don't feel ready to take the next step, let me be sure, don't insist, when I want and I'm sure I'll ask you myself, but wait for me and don't rush me. It was noticeable that Miriam knew what she wanted, and did not let herself get carried away by her feelings, when she talked to Lu she told her, "Yes, don't think so much, just surrender and your body will tell you what you want: -Yes, if you don't think so much, just give yourself and your body will be telling you what you want, Gabriel you can tell he loves you, plus you can tell he has experience in these things, imagine being in his arms.

He moved his head down, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking it so hard I arched my back, screaming his name. His hand slid down, his fingers diving into my wetness. "Fuck, Lia, you’re soaking," he muttered, his thumb rubbing my clitoris exactly how I had been doing earlier, but a thousand times better. I was shaking, my head hitting the pillow as he worked his fingers inside me, stretching me out and getting me ready for him.

His thumb brushed Noble’s wet, bruised lower lip. Noble leaned into the touch, his eyes closing for a second. Neither of them moved until Princely lifted his right hand to touch Noble's lips, while his left hand went lower. Despite what they had just done, he wasn't sated. It was understandable since he hadn't fucked his girlfriend in a month now. He reached for Noble's cock and touched the toy. He traced the smooth ball at one end, then the other, then pressed it just slightly, feeling the flesh give around the foreign object.

The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took. I stepped into it, the cold sequins grazing my skin before the silk lining settled against my curves. I didn't wear a bra; the dress wouldn't allow it. I didn't wear underwear; the slit was too high and the thought of them discovering that fact made a familiar, heavy throb start between my legs. I sat at my vanity, carefully applying a deep, crimson lipstick that made my mouth look like a bruised fruit. I let my dark hair down, pinning it to one side so that the entire length of my neck and shoulder was exposed, inviting their touch. A heavy spray of my signature jasmine perfume pooled at my pu