Panties 18 Novels & Stories

She noticed. Emily slid off the desk. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties still shoved to the side, soaked through. She stepped out of her heels, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the skirt and panties together. She pushed both down her legs in one slow motion, stepping out of them. She was naked now except for the ruined silk blouse hanging off her shoulders.

Shit who the hell are you? Am alexander! He pushes her to the cold ties and rips her cloth off. Her big curvy boobs bounce out now she left with her panties which is a g spring red pant and her black heels... Am gonna punish you for teasing me ! Am excited she giggles.. Ian smirks cause he knows she won't take it later! He deep his middle finger inside her wet pussy as he slid the pants aside.. Gosh! She moans and uses her hand to tease her pussy which makes her pussy more wet as his hand slides and out of her,her hair scattered on the ties..

This woman is sexy as hell and could fuck my brains out whenever she wanted. Catarina knew what she was doing to me, because she smiled devilishly and put another piece of pie in her mouth, placed the plate on the table, and leaned back in her chair. She slowly placed one leg over each arm of the chair, spreading herself wide open in front of me. Then I realized she wasn't wearing any panties! I took out my phone and texted her: "I don't remember ripping your panties today." She picked up her phone, read the message, and smiled. Shaking her head, she replied:

Who would have thought steel-capped boots would be a turn-on? .... Love that hat.... As she bends, I'm tugging at her belt, pulling her jeans around her knees. I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her pink, white-cotton-panty be-clad derriere, then the panties follow, to dangle by her knees also.... It's certainly not rape. She's grinning from ear to ear, but it has a frisson of Not Allowed about it… "Ah, that's a fine sight. Love the boots."

I felt like I belonged to him completely and he was totally in charge, like I would do anything for him and that feeling turned me on more. I needed to be filled more tonight though. I wanted to be filled with his cock. "Now, what's this?" He raised a panty up. "A panty" I replied and he chuckled. "You are right, Cupcake but they are panties for girls like you. They are vibrating panties but it's not for you to test out tonight. Daddy is going to put it on you whenever you are being a bad girl and then daddy is going to take you out to a shopping mall and watch you tremble without being able to moan out in the middle of a mall"

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

ARC 18: Office Cumrag WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, heavy BDSM themes, intense humiliation, extreme degradation and objectification, wax play, free-use,brutal fisting, anal destruction. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint --------BLUE------- Lillian's pov I was trembling so bad it hurt The fabric of my blouse was so thin and worn that my nipples were hard. Both from the fact that I wasn't used to an air-conditioned room and the sheer terror were visible on my face,if one looked closely enough

On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her. Courtney was a very elegant young girl who adored fashion and always wore tight-fitting mini gowns that could barely fit anyone her age. To her, looking beautiful and feeling confident in what she wore always kept her positive. On this day, she was turning 18 and I had picked out a short cherry-red gown, a small fancy bag and some very pretty diamond earrings which I found in the jewelry shop the day before. I just knew She'd love them as she had always wanted a pair of diamond earrings.

“I don’t want you wearing your mother’s old underpants, and they’re too sexy for a girl your age anyway. You need new, clean underwear that belongs to you alone.” “Dad!” she laughs. “I’m eighteen! Don’t you think these underpants are a little young, though?” She holds up a pair to show me, draped over her pointer finger. It’s white cotton spattered with tiny pink flowers, and a miniature pink bow at the front of the waistband. They’re cute. “You’re seventeen,” I answer emphatically. “And no.” I frown, but I know she can see the amusement in my eyes. “Those are proper underpants. Anyway, is there someone looking at your panties who’s going to care?”

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.