Men In Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Because I know that my panties are soaked, and I know that the two powerful, dangerous, dangerous men pinning me to the table with their filthy words melting through my ears could see it. “Bad, bad girl,” Xavier purrs, moving into me and making a tsking sound. I whimper, feeling that thick bulge in his pants pressing into me and feeling his teasing breath on my neck. “And you know why I think we’ve got ourselves a bad girl?” he growls into my ear. I whimper and purr, taking a stuttered breath. “Because good girls don’t get messy wet panties when they get locked in a room with two bad, bad men. A good girl’s pussy wouldn’t get all slick and wet when those two bad men promise to make her their

This one human woman has managed to turn three adult male beasts into pudding in her little hands. Damen lifted her legs to delicately put back on her pants, shoving her panties in his pocket. I couldn’t help but shake my head slightly and laugh a little as the perv pocketed them. Of course, I would have done the same. Max held her upper body while I placed her thin little black shirt back on and Damen grabbed her shoes and purse to carry to the SUV.

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

They didn’t let her close her legs. Two men grabbed her ankles and yanked them wide, hooking her knees over their shoulders so her hips tilted up and her wrecked holes pointed at the ceiling like twin targets. Her cunt lips stayed puffy and open. A thick river of mixed loads poured out in a slow, steady stream and ran down the crack of her ass. The pierced one knelt between her spread thighs and looked straight at the mess they had made of her. “Look at this greedy little cunt. Already swallowed six loads and still begging for more.”

God, I’m so fucking aroused by this man, it wasn’t even funny. “You’re in your bed,right?”He asked. “Yes.” “What are you wearing?” Don’t tell him. “A blue nightdress.” I’m losing control. “Underneath?” “Red panties” “Take it off.” What? I just told him I wasn’t attracted to him. I shouldn’t do this. I should hang up now. I slid my panties off my body. “Done.” “Touch yourself.Put that pretty little finger in your pussy and tell me what you feel.” I slid my hand between my legs and swiped through my flesh.

What’s worse is that there’s nowhere that I can look to avoid their gazes. I feel the blonde man yank down my panties, leaving them at my ankles. He crudely shoves a finger into my cunt and swirls it around. I cringe as I feel him scoop up my wetness, knowing he’s about to point it out how wet I am. “The bitch is fucking soaked,” he says to the men, holding up his finger. A few of them cheer and holler, and I hear a few, “Fuck yeahs.” I hear the man undo his pants and then feel his fleshy cock prod my pussy lips. I hold my breath. I have no idea how big this man’s cock is or what to expect.

Young studs and sluts made me dripping wet, and this hunk. I pulled the panties from between my cleavage. What was that girl's name? What did it matter? She made me cum. The yearbook committee knew the order the students came in. They would get the stories correct. I breathed in her sweet scent, though. "Mmm, we can't have that. Drop the pants." "Well..." He swallowed. "I don't have any underwear on." "You go commando in jeans?" He shrugged. "Well, drop them anyways," I said, my pussy on fire.

I froze, eyes wide with shock but his lips were already moving, sucking hard and biting down on my bottom lips. I gasped, pulling away to look him in the eyes while uneven breaths filled the room. My eyes darted behind hik to the men who sat relaxed, eyes hooding as the watched us, not a single look of judgement. My body shivered as my eyes returned to Maxwells’. “Get rid of those pants” he hissed undoingvhis belt but not pulling his pants. I moved fast, stumbling over my own feet as I kicked off my pants. “The briefs” he added in a sharp tone and I pulled it down as well, my actions slower as I was yet to feel comfortable showing these men my bodies.

The leader said with a sly smile, "Fuck! She has got such a beautiful body. Look at those breasts. Stop hiding them, my slave because your hands are too small to accommodate them." I cried hard as I tried my level best to protect my body from these jackasses. One of the men to my right leaped so close to the bed making me jump out of my skin. I saw him bending down. Picking up my torn panties, he sniffed them. "This smells so good. If her panties smell like this, her body would be smelling heavenly." He said, his voice filled with lust. I was disgusted by the lewd comments that I was slapped with. I got scared when all the beasts got closer to me. I tried to corner myself in the bed but I fe

“Bad idea!” Huh? I forget about pulling the pants on and snapping at him. “Excuse me?” I ask, wondering what they are ranting about. He stood up erect, and my not-so-innocent eyes had to look at the bulge inside his white boxer. My! I need some deep cleansing for God’s sake. I look away. Actually, not really away, but to his hands as he snatched the pantie from me. I follow it as it flies into the air until it rests on the drawer. What is with this man, huh? He dare not be thinking of having another round or else.