Open Your Legs Novels & Stories

His fingers gripped the fabric and pushed it up‚ bunching it roughly around my hips until my thighs and the white lace panties between them were completely exposed. "Spread your legs‚" he said. "W—what?" "Did I stutter?" My thighs were pressed together and trembling. "I can't. This is — we shouldn't be—" *Open your legs‚ Skye. You know you want to. You've wanted to since the moment you stepped into this elevator. Stop pretending.* "You can." His hand came to rest on my inner thigh‚ warm and impossibly heavy. "Open." My breath shuddered out of me. Slowly‚ shaking‚ I shifted my feet apart.

My movement is blocked by his legs straddling mine, and he swings over to sit beside me instead, his gaze locked on my hands. As the silky garment slides off, leaving me naked to this near-stranger, arching my spine, I display myself... "Very nice, but open your legs more." Suddenly feeling a bit timid, I ease my thighs further apart to display my unfurling pussy. "Wider. I want a better view." I slip a finger in between my folds. A hot flush is spreading over my breasts, perspiration beading my skin, and despite my discomfiture at what I am being asked...

Instead, he leans forth, mere inches apart from my lips, and utters, “Open those legs, Saraya.” My mouth falls open and my heart flutters with confusion. What the fuck did he just say? Open my legs? Why the fuck would I do that? “What the fuck?” I mutter and he keeps me in my place, his hand comes to my bare thighs and I feel the insect crawling at the back of my skin, giving me goosebumps.

I'm seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. "We'll see," he laughs huskily. "Lean back and open your legs." His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. "Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream." The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I'm burning in their flame.

She moans, and I feel her get even wetter. I start to run my hands down the inside of her left leg. When I reach her ankle, I strap it on. Then, slowly, I run my hands down the inside of her right leg. Again, at the bottom, strapping it in place to her ankle. Looking, I can see the button. I click it and pull, and it makes the bar open wider, forcing her legs open. I walk back and look at her. She looks fantastic, totally naked and has no way to cover herself. I feel myself go crazy. I move quickly, the flogger swinging down, hitting her arse, making her scream.

Fuck! My left leg was suddenly pushed out and up along the bed, bringing my knee level to my navel and spreading me completely open. I was completely exposed to him; even my ass cheeks were spread open. Those thongs did nothing to cover me in this position. I just know he can see all of me.

I still managed to remember it. Then, I closed my eyes and started to tap my bare feet on the floor. The musicians in the tent noticed the beats on my feet and started to use drums to play a steady beat. I lifted my arms and started to wave them to the beat. When I opened my eyes, I stretched my legs to the side of the chair and glided down all the way onto the floor in a split. The sword still remained on my head in perfect balance. After that, I crossed my legs and slowly rose up. My waist was moving from side to side like a python, but my upper torso and head were perfect still.

“Lie on your bed. Make sure your legs are bent.” I walked to the bed on shaky legs and lied back. Slowly, I pulled my legs up, every part of me wanted to sit up, and wrapped my arms around them. “Open them. Wide. I want to see all of you, Brenda.” I shivered out of breath, pausing. “I want to see what I’m doing to you.” I heard the clink of his belt and the swish of his jeans hitting the floor.

He demonstrated some warm-up movements to her. "How can I possibly do that?" Allison inquired when she noticed how neatly he stretched out one leg on the ground while bending the other. "You certainly can. Just give it a shot." "I am trying." "No, it's not like that." He spoke up and approached her. He sat alongside her and pushed her leg, which was at its limit. "Wait, what are you doing? It hurts." "Assisting you in preparing for a perfect fight. Legs are the most important body part for any fight. So concentrate on your legs."

I tried to close my legs. I tensed my thighs and drew them together, hoping it would at least keep him from touching me. His hands caught them before they could move an inch. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, and they spread me wider than before. Wider than I thought was possible. The stretch burned in my hips, and I felt something pop. “That's not right, cupcake. You don't close your legs to me, little one.”