Panty And Stocking Fanfic Novels & Stories

I don’t want to be his aunt either. There, as I was taking the dress down, Victor pinched his chin as he squinted at my boxer sizing my private part up. Subconsciously, I covered my private part up with my palms, “What...?” I gulped when I felt his glare that was filled with affection. “You know what?” Victor then mentioned, “I think we need to get you some panties and stockings.” “W-what?” I stammered, “I’m not wearing that!”

My chest caves in and tears rush to my eyes. I scoff. To think i started believing Delilah after that day at the restaurant. And to think I thought Ryker was changing, after him cooking a few dinners for me. “Focus, bunny,” Alpha Dante commands. His hands move with purpose now. He hikes my dress up over my hips in one smooth motion, bunching it around my waist. The cool air hits my soaked panties, drawing a pathetic whimper from my throat. I’m so soaked it’s embarrassing. Dante’s fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, ripping them down my thighs. Excitement ripples through my body and I press into him.

I am still pushing it and I saw him shaking his head. "You're unbelievable! You, silly girl, that's his name, X! Just one letter, and remember this, panty girl, don't get near him. He's dangerous!" I glared at him because he sounded like he owned me. While in the first place, he’s not even my friend! I have no time for this pervert. Might as well go back to the classroom. But before I could leave, I looked at him first. "Whatever! And can you please don't call me, panty girl?! Yours is even worse, PANTY STEALER!" I loudly said before I turned my back on him and decided to go back to the classroom.

I instantly grew so wet, I was going to have to throw off my panties whether I was going to make love to my mate or not. “We smell your desire, my love,” Dante said as he slowly pushed my slinky cotton dress up to show my panties, and then my growing belly where he stopped for a moment to place gentle and soft kisses all over while whispering sweet nothings into my stomach to our pups. I couldn’t help the smile plastered on my face and the giggle that escaped my lips. Dante looks up into my eyes with a devious smirk as he loops his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulls them off before pushing my dress further up to expose my plump and swollen breasts that seem to keep growing almost

I turned away, feigning disinterest, but had to bite my lip. Purposefully, he used only the slightest touch of his fingertips to trace up my thigh past the stocking top, pulling my dress higher as he went. Touching the bare flesh of my leg where the stocking ended gave me a shiver, but still I pretended he wasn't driving me nuts. As he got high enough to see that I, indeed, wasn't wearing panties, I had a playful surge of bravado and crossed my legs. I still wasn't looking at him, and for a second, I hoped I hadn't crossed the line.

Sophia asked, "I thought you always wore them for your nylon obsessed pervert boyfriend." "I bought these instead," Samantha said, which made me curious. I too had a nylon fetish. Probably because my mom is a nurse and is always in white nylons, while my slut sister is often in her cheerleading uniform with beige pantyhose. The past few months, around the time she started dating that college boy called Brad, she wore pantyhose almost every day, even underneath her jeans. "What are those?" Sophia asked, sounding perplexed. "Thigh high stockings," my sister answered, "They only go to the thigh... which leaves access to my private parts."

My eyes wrenched open and Dante runs a hand over my behind. “Hmm, more than reasonable. You look fucking sexy from this angle. Now, let’s see how turned on you are.” He says, his husky voice doing something filthy to my core. He pulls my sweater dress up, and I can feel his eyes on me, admiring my ass. This morning, I put on my black stockings and attached suspender belt, but I didn’t wear them for Dante’s viewing pleasure - I like them because they made me feel incredibly sexy and boosted my confidence.

There was no time for foreplay as my hands quickly unbuckled his pants, It was easier since I wore a dress, and he slipped it off my body, I wore a thong this time instead of a full pantys and Xander loved it. “I love these,” he murmured, tugging at it, I moaned in his ears as he gripped my butt. And when I tried to take it off, he insisted I left it on, Xander only shifted my thong with his fingers, exposing my aching pussy, his massive cock was already erect waiting for me.

and "please please..... Please!!!" He undid the fastnings of my selwar as he sucked and bit my skin; now marred with lovebites. He sharply pulled it off my legs and sat face to face with my dripping wet pussy. I had forgotten that I was not wearing a panty ,that it was in his room drying as we did this sinful act.He smiled at me from between my legs. "Its like a wild river down here, look it's even soaking the table"I bit my lips as I sat there exposed and trembling."

His dick rams me hard, daddy's speed picking up as his dick meets no resistance from my soaking pussy. Daddy grabs the stocking on my leg and pulls for leverage, which lets out a loud rip, adding an additional hole to the faux-tattered stocking. I'd complain if I hadn't already put holes in it, or if my pussy wasn't getting forcibly pounded into oblivion. There are things to focus on, and holes aren't one of them.