Men In Panties Stories Novels & Stories

"Th...thank you." "That's my fiancée," he said to the men, smiling proudly as they shuddered. The man looks very battered. How much did he hit them? "So," I almost flinched. "What you wanna talk about?" he asked, making me look at him. I looked at the men and then at him. "I um...." I cleared my throat. "I wanted to..... "You wearing panties, right?" He retorted. I furrowed my brows. He is staring at me.

“You can keep it on if you’d like, I have no interest in seeing you completely nude but lose the panties.” “I’m not wearing panties,” she deadpans. “They’re a hustle.” My gaze sweeps over her, wandering, curious—so imaginatively curious that my cock twitches at the possible sight. A familiar emotion slams into me so hard that my vision distorts for a moment. She was out there with Damien without panties, is that what they laughed about? The thought that anyone else has heard those words tonight or any other night makes me twitch with a sudden urge to decrease the population by whoever many it is that know this much.

I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

Nicolas muttered. He twisted my panty near my core and slid his finger inside it. “No..No This can't be happening.” My eyes widened, I clenched my fists and bit the corner of my lips. He started with slowly rubbing my core and pulled down my red lacy panty completely. Now I was stark naked in front of them. I felt something hard under my ass. It was Clover's manhood getting hard beneath his pants. “Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.”

I am no comparison to these men. One of the men holds me down while the other grabs my clothes and rips them off “Stop alsjeblieft!!” (Please stop!!) I cry out as tears fill my eyes. The man holding me down covers my mouth while the other unzips his pants, then he rips my panties off and forces my legs open, shoving himself inside me.

And above each bed, pinned to the wall in neat rows, were panties; dozens of them, lace and cotton and thongs, some with little notes or dates. I knew that mine would be hanging there before the night ended. These guys had it going on. They knew how to make a girl feel like she was entering a private hunt. Jen and I each went to bed with our guys and started making out again. I glanced at her and what she was doing, and the guys were doing the same; watching each other, feeding off the energy. What a turn-on. The clothing came off fast after that, shirts, skirts, jeans hitting the floor. I was down to my bikini panties, soaked through.

“Look.” A small screen showed the other side: my legs dangling, black lace panties on full display, dress bunched around my waist. “So I’ll see him?” I asked. Sam’s smile turned wicked. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I nodded, then froze. On the screen, a long line of naked men stretched down the hall. At least twenty. All stroking their cocks, hard and ready. “What the fuck is going on?” I squirmed, but my wrists were already cuffed gently to the bench sides. I hadn’t even noticed them doing it.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

“Let’s see how innocent you really are.” He pushed my sundress up, exposing my white panties that were transparent from how wet I was. The wet spot was obvious. All six men groaned at the sight. “Fuck, look at that,” Ryan said. “Little good girl is dripping like a whore.” I should have stopped them. I should have run. But the filthy voice in my head was winning. Yes… touch me. Use me. Gangbang me like the disgusting slut I am. Derek hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down. My smooth, pink, dripping pussy was exposed to all of them. I was so wet that a string of my cream connected my panties to my swollen lips as he removed them.