Men In Panties Stories Novels & Stories

We agreed to meet at the counter. While I’m choosing different styles of book, I frowned because of the prices. Too expensive. But I can’t go to school without these, so I gotta pick one. And when I was done picking, my attention was caught to the commotion outside, some girls are shouting. So I looked at the glass wall to see what they’re up to. And what I saw are five men riding the escalator down. Then my eyes glued to one of them, because ... That ... That guy... Is the one who stole my panty!

What the hell was wrong with this man? “What are you going to do with my panties?” I decided to ask. “Nothing you should concern yourself with.” He didn’t look up from my paper when replying. “But they are my panties,” I argued. “M.m” “What do you mean ‘m.m’? They are my panties.” I replied jabbing a finger in my chest. Still, he didn’t look up. “Not anymore.” I chuckled at his response. “You don’t strike me as a man with a panty fetish.” Now, this caught his attention. He slightly raised his head and looked at me through his long thick lashes, then placed the file down and folded his arms around his broad chest, his muscles rippling outward.

Twelve pairs of expensive trousers surrounded us, zippers already coming down. I positioned myself in front of the first man. His cock was thick, semi-hard, and uncut. I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the musky taste as he hardened against my tongue. Beside me, Mom did the same to another, her full lips stretching around a veiny shaft. The men continued their conversation above us as if nothing was happening, voices calm and businesslike about mergers and markets. But underneath, it was pure filth.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

A moment later, a fourth dick entered me, stuffing me fuller than I had ever been. I wiggled in my seat, trying to relieve the pressure inside me, and parted my lips in delight, aching for them to start fucking me. I could only imagine how it would feel to have four cocks thrusting in and out of my pussy, all at different paces and different rhythms and all at once. As if nothing had happened, the guys walked out of the restroom together. I glared at them and bit my lip, whining softly when they approached. “What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly. “What kind of panties did you buy for me?”

I said But because of his height I couldn't reach it, I looked at him evilly but he just grinned "It's up to you in your life" I said with a snort because it looks like he won't give me my lingerie panties Panty thief! Before I turned away from him, I saw him pocket it in the khaki shorts he was wearing "Fix your clothes" I ordered him and pointed to his clothes in the suitcase The colors of his clothes that I can see are only white and black

, he said and it brought cold shivers down my spine. I wondered why I had this uncertain feeling about what he just said. "I wanna stick my d**k inside your damn pussy" he stated with finality and my eyes widened. ******* First man's POV In a large room filled with ladies who were dressed with just bra and panties exposing their ass and boob. I made my way through not caring about them today. I saw a lady who was naked in the pool while a man was banging her severely as though his life depends on it. That's what happens here all the time so it's nothing new

The man I’d been obsessively writing filthy stories about for months — stories where he used me, bred me, ruined me while his wife waited at home none the wiser. I quickly closed my laptop, wiped my slick fingers on my thigh, and pulled on a tiny white tank top (no bra, nipples already stiff and obvious) and the shortest sleep shorts I owned. No panties. My shaved pussy was puffy and glistening, lips swollen from how long I’d been teasing myself.

I could kill myself for not wearing panties today. It’s not because I had a date with Jerry or anything; it’s just literally because I was doing laundry and it didn’t finish before I had to go to work. But now, Gunsyn is going to think I was planning on giving it up tonight. “Maybe you are not so innocent after all,” he says, his voice suddenly lower and more threatening. “What kind of good girl virgin goes out without panties on?”

Then, two men on either side forced my legs apart. "You were wearing a skirt yesterday, so why the pants today? Were you waiting for us to take them off?" I felt like my head was about to explode. "Let go of me, right now!" I shouted, struggling as hard as I could. But the next moment, they pulled off my pants, revealing my fair, long legs. One of them reached his hand between my legs and started touching me. His fingers moved really fast, and soon, I felt a warm, tight sensation in my lower belly.