Men Wearing Panties Stories Novels & Stories

I close the door. Gosh how can this happen?! I’m in a cubicle with my boss, a prostitute and not the Ladies but Gents! I turn to them and whisper “Pull up your pants!” to Adrian and grab the drunk girl panties from Adrian’s hand and give them back so she can wear it back. Then I turn facing the door.

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.

Horror flooded me at my situation, and poison dripped in my veins for the man who stood over me, holding me down like I was a slave to his whims. There were no undergarments in that bag Garcia had brought, and I didn’t have the one I’d worn beneath the wedding dress because they were probably lying somewhere in the monster’s bedroom. And now bared from the waist down, my thighs clenched together instinctively to conceal myself from his eyes. But it was no use, because the monster let out a loud exhale and said for everyone to hear. “Oh, look at you, wife. Were you hoping to be taken again after last night that you forgot to wear your panties.”

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

he said weakly. I kept going, wanting him to go deeper into the fantasy. “When I was in my first year at high school, we had this gorgeous PT teacher. We all wore those short sports tunics to the gym, and I know six of the girls deliberately wore really tiny panties. They pulled right up into their cracks… and two of them left their panties off completely. Because it was a chance to show off to that hunk of a teacher who used to lift us up to the beams by putting his hand under our tunics around our bums… and with a bit of luck his hand would slip somewhere else. We wanted that to happen.”

I had never been this turned on in my life. Lena pressed two fingers against my pussy through the soaked fabric and rubbed slow, firm circles over my swollen clit. “You’ve been walking around with this desperate little pussy aching for your best friend’s sister for years. Such a dirty secret.” “Yes…” I breathed, my voice shaking. She shoved my panties to the side and dragged two fingers through my slippery folds, coating them in my juices. “So fucking wet. You’re making a mess already, baby.” Without warning, she pushed both fingers deep inside me in one smooth thrust.

Resisting the urge to press his face into the deep cleavage between the fantastic ass-cheeks of his buddy's girlfriend, Bobby slid the panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. "You don't mind if he keeps those as a trophy, do you?" Paula asked Danni. "I'm sure he'll dream of you while he holds them up under his nose and jerks off. He already has two pair of mine." "Not at all!" Danni answered. "That's so nasty it's hot!" Bobby stood up and as he stepped back to stand next to Jerry, he inhaled deeply of the panties in his hand as he stroked his dick. Jerry leaned over, and said quietly, "You're gonna share Paula's, right?"

“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’m puddy in their hands and they fucking know it too. Anthony and Nico take a moment to rearrange me to their desire. My head rests on Anthony’s legs well my legs are propped on Nico’s leg. My ass is between them on the seat of the car. Nico spread my legs. I’m not wearing panties because I knew there would be no point. Also my kings have told me not to wear panties except when I’m on my period. I”m not on it so I”m commando. I never thought I would like going commando, but surprisingly I love it. It’s freeing in a way I didn’t expect.

Men downstairs just didn't have the same calls as the men upstairs so there were days that I didn't want to go back because of what would happen. One day, a man stuck his hand down the front of my panties, touching me. On another occasion, a man slapped my ass aggressively, grabbing at me until Paulo tore him out of the club. On both occasions, I went to the back and tried to collect myself and remind myself why I was there in the first place. Then I would fix my makeup and get back out there.