Men Wearing Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

She seemed quite pleased as she left me there mouth agape. I could see she had this planned to the last degree. I was consumed with cock lust. To think that she bought a cock for herself was driving me crazy. Her tease had been perfect. I wanted it, I wanted it bad. I pulled off my clothes and eased into the panties. They were red, trimmed in lace, made of satin and had a pouch for my balls. She was right, they fit perfectly. To think they made panties for men blew my mind. To think that she knew that and bought some for me really blew my mind.

Again, thank you, but I should be going. He nodded as if he understood. "Uh, miss? Did you drop something there?" He said pointing at something. My eyes followed the direction he was pointing. On the side of the road, tucked against the curb, was a pair of white, panties with peguins on them. My white, cotton panties with peguins on them. Oh God , let the ground just open and swallow me . "If I do pick it, he might think am weird. A guy like this is used to girls wearing slik lingeres”I thought weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

…45 minutes into the interrogation… “Dude, you sure you didn’t see anyone go in or out of their rooms?” I questioned Ray “You know if I had seen someone I would surely spill right?” “Sure, sure. Thanks a lot” I pat him on the back before getting up to leave “So, it’s true all the women’s panties got stolen then” he sips his drink “It’s seems that’s the case broh” “The guy must be a maniac” Ray hissed.

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.

Legs crossed on the counter while I scrolled through my phone and pretended to be hungry for something other than him. He walked in like he owned the house. Because he did. And he stopped when he saw me sitting there like a meal. He looked me up and down slowly, the way men do in my filthiest dreams, and didn’t say a word until he came closer. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he said. I froze. Then slowly looked up. “No,” I whispered. He came closer. “Why?” I swallowed hard. “Laundry.” He chuckled darkly. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“That's right! I think he has a kink for ripping panties off his conquests. He's quite notorious for it. It's like his signature move or something. I've lost count of the number of torn panties I've had to throw away.” She pauses and then continues, “And you know what's crazy? The women he brings home are always so... willing. Like they're under some sort of spell or something. But I can't say I blame them though. That man is absolutely gorgeous! And I hear the sex is mind-blowing too. He knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, I’ll give him that.” I can feel my cheeks heating up at the frankness of her words. “Um, wow. Well, that’s...that’s interesting.” I stammer, trying to change the subjec

We agreed to meet at the counter. While I’m choosing different styles of book, I frowned because of the prices. Too expensive. But I can’t go to school without these, so I gotta pick one. And when I was done picking, my attention was caught to the commotion outside, some girls are shouting. So I looked at the glass wall to see what they’re up to. And what I saw are five men riding the escalator down. Then my eyes glued to one of them, because ... That ... That guy... Is the one who stole my panty!

“You won’t be wearing them anymore.” It took me a while to resolve his words completely in my mind, and I looked at him in horror, “Please… Give me back my panties… I can’t go back there like this.” I started to plead. I saw the way those two young men stared at me, how could I sit panty-less in that room full of predators? The masked man didn’t listen to my pleas, dragged me back to the locked room, and pushed me inside with cruelty.

"Well he filled me up and when he pulled out I clenched so that I wouldn't drip everywhere, then I went out and got her panties and put them on. I'm still wearing them, wanna see?" Alanna, standing next to me and hovering over the computer, backed up just a little bit and undid her jeans, shoving them off. She was telling the truth, the sheer white lace panties were the same ones my cousin had been wearing that morning as part of her lingerie. The crotch was dark and damp. "Fuck," I said, adjusting my dick in my pants. "Fuck," Malena groaned almost in unison with me. "God, fuck you Alanna. I want dick so bad now. You two have turned me into a god damn nymphomaniac."