Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Her shrill voice immediately drew everyone's attention. My gaze darkened as I hissed, "Let go!" But as foolish as ever, she refused to back down. She clamped her hand around mine, refusing to let go as she began shouting in the cafe. "Everyone, look at this gold-digger! She faked her own mother's cancer just to swindle money out of her husband! After her mother died because of her, she latched onto her husband again and took his house and car. Now, she's out here spreading lies about him having asthenospermia!"

My head remained on the locker with my hands clutching my clothes tightly. The voices around me were louder and people hadn’t finished laughing, this was fun, so much fun for them. I felt helpless as a hot open debate began on the next row. A debate loud enough for me to hear. People debating what size my panties were and others speculating that I was bright to have poked holes there to breathe. ‘‘Have you noticed that she rarely smells since Vince taught her how to bathe and poke holes in her pants to breathe,’’ a voice said as thunderous laughter followed.

I reply timid, looking at the pile of clothes the attendant is sorting at Lina's direction. "You can speak up, dear," she encourages. "I'd like a pair of black leather pants," I say, feeling shy. "Did you hear that?" Lina turns to the attendant. We spend a few hours in the store, and I try on all the clothes, each one more beautiful than the last. In the end, I'm very tired. Lina bought a bit more than expected: five dresses, three denim skirts, four black leather pants. Two brown leather pants, five jumpsuits in various colors and patterns, along with other items like leggings, tank tops. Long-sleeved blouses, underwear, denim shorts, and soft fabric shorts.

He climbed over me, the heavy weight of his pant trousers rough and abrasive against my inner thighs as he forced them apart. "I'm going to take my time, Blaire," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine as he reached down to finish unzipping the dress. "I want to see exactly how much you've been craving this. I want to see exactly how starved you are “

Gasps and laughter rippled through the crowd. “Look at that wet spot!” a guy shouted, phones zoomed in. Lena’s face went scarlet. She wanted the floor to swallow her whole but the damp fabric betrayed her, the dark patch clung to her pussy, proof of just how turned on she was. “Panties off!” another voice barked. The chant was instant deafening. “Panties off! Panties off!” Dora hooked her fingers into the waistband, tugging them down slowly, teasing the crowd.

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 waited to hear her door close and went in. There they were. She never leaves them behind, but there they were, laid out perfectly on the floor of the bathroom, her panties, white, hipster panties. No Victoria's secret, not yet. These were just Hanes white panties, my sister's, perfectly displayed, the waistband towards her room. I'm stupid, but even I knew this was a presentation for my benefit.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

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?”

I hid it in one of my drawers until he left. As soon as he left she came into my office to ask for the panties. I told her it was torn and she said "no problem I have another pair in my handbag I will wear it"and she left my office. What the fuck? She had extra pair of panties in her bag so she came prepare very funny