Men In Panties Stories Novels & Stories

The man on his knees reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. I about had a stroke when Tammie lifted her feet one at a time to voluntarily step out of her panties, leaving nothing between the men on the dance floor and her pussy. The panties where tossed around a bit before they where brought to me and I was told, "Mira lo mojadas que estan." 'See how wet they are.' Then he put them in my mouth. I was flabbergasted to find them soaked with pussy juice.

I could see the thick veins on his cock bulging every time he thrust, the head of it disappearing behind her teeth while she struggled to take it all. I felt a sudden, sharp heat flare up between my legs. It was like a physical punch. My breath was coming in short, shaky hitches. Without even thinking, I slid my hand inside my denim skirt. I hadn't worn panties today, the trip was long and I hated how they felt rubbing against me for hours so when my fingers touched my skin, there was nothing in the way. I was soaking wet. My fingers came away slick with pussy juice.

At least my panties were still intact this time. “You all set?” Carter asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Let's do it.” My body ached from his use and Carter's seed continued to drip out of my opening, soaking the front of my panties. It was exactly what I had been needing. It was perfect. I followed him out of the bathroom, where we ran into the man with the mustache. He was talking to a line of five or six men, who were all standing there looking angry about the “bathroom closure”. The group gave Carter, and especially me, a sideways look as we stepped past them. Nobody said a word, though. It was clear that they knew what had actually been going on behind the closed door.

"You're so wet at the thought of a rough punishment, baby. Maybe I should make it more harsh on you. Seeing your body so turned on but your tears dripping down your face is the hottest thing I could ever see." His rough pants scratch against my bare stomach as I squirm. Daniel slowly lowers my panties down my lags, dragging his knuckles along my inner thighs. Once my panties are off, Daniel bunches them up in his hand. "Wha-" Before I can say anything, Daniel seizes my open mouth as an opportunity to stuff my panties into my mouth. "If these fall out of your mouth, you'l sleep with my cock in your ass." Daniel says. I scramble to bite down on the panties

“Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.” “Yes… oh god, it feels amazing,” I moaned, grinding up against her harder. We tribbed frantically, pussies sliding and slapping together. I reached down and spread her lips wider so our clits could grind directly. Sarah did the same to me. The friction built quickly, pushing us both toward another peak. Jake couldn’t stay away any longer. He knelt beside us, stroking his thick cock as he watched. “My god… look at you two sluts rubbing pussies.”

he added. Polly found this especially amusing, just as Trent ripped the jeans down her ankles and pulled them from her feet. She laughed as my husband dove his big arms in-between her thighs, splitting them apart until her panties were on full display. “The only question now, is; does it look as good as it feels?” He laughed. “Does it look as good as it tastes?” His lips parted into a mischievous grin – the kind that I already knew quiet well; suggesting that Polly was in for the fucking of her life. She was lucky to have a man like Trent towering over her – his wide chest and big biceps landing just around her lithe frame as she eyed up toward him. She landed her back against the carpet, as

Lea tried to move, who knows suddenly there was a miracle, the influence of the drug that was injected into her suddenly disappeared and she was able to move to escape from this hot, alcohol-smelling room. "You just sit there drinking and see how I satisfy this beautiful woman," said the first man who had apparently won the rock-paper-scissors game. "Yes, yes, I will watch you two make love in peace. Be careful, don't be rude to her, don't leave any blisters on her body because Ms. C will be very angry and cut our wages. Women who have blisters on their bodies will have their prices reduced," said the second man while taking off his trousers. The first man who was also pulling down his pants

He pinched them lightly and Giselle threw her head back in pleasure —I could only imagine the amount of pleasure she was feeling. The man lowered his head and took one of her erected nods between his lips. As he suckled on one, his hand pinched and massaged the other. Giselle pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she tried to stay silent under the man's touches. The man pushed his right leg between her parted ties and his free hand slipped under the dress to her honeypot. The man didn't have to worry about barriers like panties for I knew for certain that Gisella never wore panties. She once told me, that panties were a waste of invention and a complete waste of time.

Precum smeared all over the mirror where he was jerking me. "Good boy." He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. The elevator started moving again. Penthouse level. We barely made it through the doors before he was on me again, shoving me toward the massive couch in his private office suite. My pants were around my thighs as he bent me over the armrest. "Spread your legs." I did, heart pounding. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, hot head of his bare cock pressing against my hole.

“I’ve been waiting for this. Leave no details,” “Okay so like I told you, I don’t remember the first time with the guy,” I began, thinking back to Seattle. “I was super sore, and he’d ripped my panties,” Indra’s eyes widened. “Wait, I have to tell you I lost two panties because of him, so don’t fantasise about it, okay? Underwear is expensive,” “Nobody cares bitch, tell me more,” Indra said.