Men In Panties Stories Novels & Stories

I lifted my left leg and slung it over his shoulder, and James moved the fabric of my panties to the side, exposing my soaked slit to the cool evening air. Were the men texting Adrian and telling him what was happening? Were they taking a video to send him? I got hotter and hotter as I imagined them fighting their arousal at the scene unfolding before them. Would Adrian be pissed, or would his cock grow thick and hard while he watched another man worship me?

His hand slid higher, moving deeper between my thighs. His fingers brushed against my panties. My heart slammed against my ribs. Is he really going to do this here? Panic rose slowly inside me. He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "Try not to moan," he whispered. My breath hitched. I forced myself still, keeping my expression calm as the men continued their conversation. Under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties. My breathing grew uneven. Then his fingers slipped inside. A small cough burst from my lips. My body jerked.

Constantine scents so good and there's something about his scent that just draws you in, it was manly but it was still so good. He opened my legs and trailed his fingers from my thighs to my cunt. He touches my panties "You flaunted my orders little angel" he lifts me up and puts me on his desk. "Sir you're my boss and nothing else you have no right to tell me not to wear my underwear, it his highly inappropriate" I say with annoyance looking straight into his eyes "No right?" he smirks and begins to rub my clit with my panties still on. " I have every right" Constantine says and rips of my panties shredding it into tiny pieces. My mouth falls open in surprise.

But it seems he didn’t care, cause he easily shoved my thighs apart and in no time, his fingers met with my bare pussy cause today of all days, I was stupid enough to not wear panties. “What do you think about that, Miss Ariana?” One of the men who introduced himself to me this morning after Dax introduced me to the company this morning, asked as he faced me. He was sitting in front of me. He was a part of the people sitting around the conference table right now.

Cheryl sighed and looked off into the distance, her brown eyes taking on a far-off look. “I can’t wait to write it,” I answered and snickered. It was going to be so much fun. “I’m already thinking of titles.” “Hot men fall over themselves to get in on polyamorous love,” Kim teased and moved her arms out as if following the headline. “Men desperate to prove how big their dicks are, get them out to prove it,” Cheryl joined in and we all laughed at that one. “It’s that bad,” I answered with a nod. “I’ve got so many dick pics on my phone now I could start my own website.”

"I left two pairs of panties in his house once, and the man didn't even blink." Sierra gasped like I'd just told her the biggest scandal of the century. "You what?!" I nodded. "Two, a black and a red one." She sat up, her face filled with exaggerated shock. "Are you telling me that fine-ass man saw your panties and just—ignored them? Not even a reaction?" "Yes." I replied. Sierra whistled. "Damn. Either he's a professional at acting unbothered, or he was too scared to touch them." She squinted. "Maybe he did notice, but he didn't want you to know that it did something to him."

“You’ve got to tell me he’s great in bed. If not, lie.” I smile conspiratorially. “I don’t need to lie.” Her squeal hurts my eardrums. “Damn girl, he’s hotter in person than on TV. Don’t you dare tell Reg I said this but that man is a walking wet panty advertisement. Ugh,” she groans loudly. “What?” “Please tell me you’ve bought better underwear?” My face heats. “He loves my white panties. Now stop embarrassing me.” She shakes her head. “No man loves white panties. With your ass cheeks you need a thong.”

I close the door. Gosh how can this happen?! I’m in a cubicle with my boss, a prostitute and not the Ladies but Gents! I turn to them and whisper “Pull up your pants!” to Adrian and grab the drunk girl panties from Adrian’s hand and give them back so she can wear it back. Then I turn facing the door.

Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled. “My prick is so tiny. I never swim or get into water in public because it'll reveal my true size through the wet swim pants. The last time I did that, the guys there made a ridicule of me.” Peter said “I attended a frat party sometime last year and there was this badass bitch. Long story short, we went upstairs to a room and when she pulled my trousers down and saw my dick… prick, she laughed for a good twenty minutes. Even when we got downstairs, I'd turn impulsively and find her laughing still. I had to leave the party earlier than usual.” Dominic admitted.

Legs crossed on the counter while I scrolled through my phone and pretended to be hungry for something other than him. He walked in like he owned the house. Because he did. And he stopped when he saw me sitting there like a meal. He looked me up and down slowly, the way men do in my filthiest dreams, and didn’t say a word until he came closer. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he said. I froze. Then slowly looked up. “No,” I whispered. He came closer. “Why?” I swallowed hard. “Laundry.” He chuckled darkly. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”