Men In Panties Stories Novels & Stories

My breath was already becoming uneven as he pulled down the zipper, causing the sound to be loud in the quiet office. I just kept watching, transfixed, as he pushed down his trousers and boxes down just enough to free himself. My mouth went dry but I tried to swallow. He was thick, long and already hard, the head flushed dark. He wrapped his hand around the base, presenting himself. “This is what my wife called “too big””, he said in a low voice. “She said it was intimidating. That she felt inadequate. So she made up stories about me sharing it with other women to justify her own shame”.

Alpha Knox is bigger and more passionate about sex, I've never fucked a god but this is as close as it gets and every woman who has experienced him can attest to it. “Take off your panties,” he orders, hardly looking at me. I do as I am told as he unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants to free his cock. I don't need to be told to turn around because I'm already on all fours when I hear the condom wrapper crack open.

I looked at the blonde with the middle dick, with her luxurious prostitute dress, her yellow hair, almost white, tied millimetrically in a ponytail, leaving the strands reaching almost to her upturned ass. - I just want my panties. - I looked ironically at her and then turned to him. - The white one, please. Is it with you or at your house? Hector arched his brow and the two men rose from their seats, realizing that things were going to heat up around there. - Barbara, you can only be kidding! He looked at me seriously. - Are you going to say now that you didn't keep my panties? - I stared at him. - Mr. Casanova, the Martins brothers are waiting. - One of the secretaries said, while the two

I stood, my hand still on his cock. He dragged me back toward his bike, leaving our pants behind. He sat me down on top of it, and I braced myself against the handlebars as he whipped my panties off, tossing them into the brush. “You won’t need these anymore,” he said. “I don’t want you wearing panties anymore. You’re just ruining them anyway.” “I can’t,” I said. “That’s so bad.” He pressed his fingers deep inside me, pulling my hair. “You can and you will, because your husband is telling you to.”

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

I slightly moved my legs trying to close them up but he saw my movements and immediately pinched me making me part my legs a little. He moved his hand around my panties and found it a bit hard to also slip into my panties. “Never wear panties when we are out. Got that!” He told me calmly. I was stirring a bit as he finally shoved his hand into my panties and playing with my clean shaved clit. “Ah!...” I let out a soft moan as his long fingers went to my pussy lips.

I spread my legs for him an I saw his eyes get big when he saw I didn't have panties on. When class was over, everybody was leaving and he said, "Uh, could you stay after class for a minute?" "Sure." When everybody was gone he said, "Come here." He walked into the storage room and when I walked in he shut and locked the door. "Why are you not wearing panties and showing me your pussy?"

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I was highly distracted.” I pulled back and rolled my eyes. “Says the man in the grey sweatpants.” “What about my sweatpants?” “Lift up your shirt.” He followed my instructions and exposed his muscular abdomen and the oh-so-enticing V that disappeared beneath the waistband. “Damn.” I blew out a breath and fanned my face. “Those are totally hot.” “Wait, my sweatpants are hot?” “Oh, hell, yes. You didn’t know that grey sweatpants are the male equivalent of lingerie?”

Dean reached down to palm his throbbing cock while watching in anticipation as she reached behind her to pull down her panties. “Fuuuck,” Manny cursed as Penny revealed her lovely little pink cunt to the three men towering behind her. Her folds glistened with some of her juices revealing the naughty girl was turned on, displaying her pussy for them. Penny couldn’t pull her panties past her knees, so she left them there, kneeling on all fours while her pussy got hit by the hot stares from the men. Her breath stuttered and lips parted when she felt fingers brush against her pussy. “I’m going to confirm if this cunt has actually never been fucked before, Miss Jensen,” Manny growled.