Open Your Legs Novels & Stories

“Sit on the desk.” I stood on shaky legs and climbed up onto the desk, the surface was cool against my thighs as I sat down, my heart racing. “Spread your legs wide open.”

When I felt the gusset pull free of my lips, I knew both guys have a good view of my slit. They pulled my panties down until gravity took over and they fell down my lower legs. I parted my feet as I stepped out of the leg holes and bent over and picked them up. I stood up straight with me feet parted as I said, "Go ahead, I know both of you want to touch it and feel it. Now is the time to do that."

‘Open your legs for me’. ‘Roman-’ ‘Open them’. Again, I did as I was told and looked up at the ceiling, waiting. I felt the bed move as he came closer and I jumped slightly in surprise when I felt his hands back on my thighs, holding them down, completely exposing my p*ssy to him. Oh god, Oh god, Oh god!

"Open your legs. I want to see you, all of you." Amaya saw raw hunger in her man’s eyes. It was now or never. She lifted her legs, knees bent, toes braced on the edge... and she spread herself slowly, trembling, showing him her wet, needy pussy to those eyes loaded with shameless lust.

"Please tell me... are you related to her in any way?" A cold, sarcastic smile touched my lips. I pulled my wrist free from his grasp, stepping back just enough to widen my stance. Slowly, deliberately, I gathered the fabric of my dress, hooking my fingers into the hem and lifting the skirt up past my thighs. I opened my legs apart a little bit so he could see my hairy vagina and its hole, completely unshielded in the dim moonlight.

"You are holding the stick too tight. Loosen your grip a bit." He was teaching me like I was a beginner, but I wasn't complaining. As much as I was painfully aware of his domineering presence behind me, I loved it. There was something about him, whenever I was with him that feels just right. "Part your legs." "Hmm?" My eyes widened and my body stilled, as I tried to process the sentence. A low chuckle from him. "Your legs need to be apart. They are too close together. Take your mind out of the gutter." He murmured, his voice filled with mirth.

But unnecessary. Open them. Right now. Spread your knees wide. Wider. Until the cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you feel exposed even though no one else is watching. Only me. Only my voice in your head telling you exactly how this is going to go. Good girl. Now look down.

“Open your legs." He pulled my pyjamas pants over my legs and pulled my panties off. I watched his eyes grow dark when it fell on my pussy. “Open yourself up." “Vinx... I need you to do it for me." “Do it." “Please, just.... Please, I need you." He stared at me and I brought my fingers to my folds and parted it. “It's glistering wet." He moaned. His hands came to the apex of my thighs and he pressed them together and opened them again. He moaned at the sight and gritted his teeth.

“Mack, I hate to inform you of this simple fact. You don’t have anything I Haven’t seen before.” “And you looked?” he asked with a chuckle. “Mack.” She said with a sigh. “Just lean your legs over the side of the bed. I will put your pants on the bottom of your legs, and then you can pull them up yourself.” “And then the button?” he asked.

It was telling my body what to do. My legs began to shake. Against my own mind, they started to move apart. I tried to fight it. I tried to clamp them shut but the pressure in my head was too strong. My legs opened just a little, then a little more. Until my feet were apart on the dirt floor. He smiled. It was a cruel smile. "Good," he said. "Now hold that position." He stepped back. His eyes were locked on my face, I was standing there with my legs open like a shameful thing. I could feel the cool air between my thighs, my face was hot with humiliation.