Panty And Stocking Fanfic Novels & Stories

Black, lacy panties barely cover the world’s sweetest pussy, and her hard, cherry-red nipples are making my mouth water. I tell her how badly I need to fuck her in Russian since I’ve momentarily lost my ability to speak English. She smiles even bigger and runs her hands over her body, cupping her tits in her hand and giving those perfect nipples a hard pinch that has my cock nearly busting through my damn pants. “Who says you have to let me go?” “Don’t fucking tease me,” I growl, noticing how thick my accent’s become. “I’m not teasing.” She spreads her knees wider and slides one hand down her flat stomach and into her panties. I watch completely mesmerized as she starts to finger herself, he

In a matter of seconds I stood in front of him wearing only my pencil skirt and black stockings. “Done. Now make me forget his name completely.” Nathaniel didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled me to his large desk, shoved the documents onto the floor, then lifted me to sit on top of it. My skirt was shoved up to my waist. He tore the crotch of my stockings with one rough pull, then lowered the zipper of his pants. His cock was already hard. He didn’t wait. He thrust inside in one long, deep stroke until I screamed.

“That’s it.“ Dante straightened, watching her hand. But it wasn’t Dante she stared at as she rubbed herself, it was me. Her lips parted, her fingers finding a rhythm as she stroked the outside of her panties. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper, releasing my cock. The aroma of whatever Caius was cooking circulates the room with the smell of hunger and want. Her eyes widened at my act and her fingers stopped for a second as more wet patch bloomed on her panties. Fuck… My pulse boomed at that sight. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, hotter than any hardcore fucking p**n. My little stepsister liked looking at me. Dante let out a groan, his hand moving to his own erection.

he purred as his hands drifted beneath my skirt, finding my panties. A nervous laugh slipped through my lips. “I still can't believe you're mine,” I breathed. A feral grin curved his lips as he pulled my panties down to my ankles. “Yours…” He pushed my legs further apart, positioning himself between them. Then his eyes met mine. “Forever,” he whispered. I sucked in a shaky breath and nodded. “Forever.” THE END

So unsatisfied with mere fingers. Like a girl starved of cọ́ck, I grabbed his pants ready to tear the zippers open. “Can't wait huh?” he chuckled, smirking. Yes, I can't fuvking wait! He dragged down his pants and his hard monstrous cọ́ck dangled out in all of its glory. My body quaked. “You want this…” he groaned, stroking himself. I gulped hard, my body quivering. “You want this…” “Yes, I want it…I want your big cọ́ck stuffed inside me!”

He lifted his lower body, and she grabbed both his pants and boxers, and dragged them down to his knees, making his d**k spring out and slapped her face. “Ooh” her smile widened. “It's not the first time I'm seeing your d**k, but I can't seem to stop getting amazed by it every time it pops out of your pants like this” He smirked. “Well, I'm glad to hear you like my d**k” He hissed quietly in pleasure as she reached her hand forward, grabbed his d**k, and began stroking it. His d**k was already hard, but not to her satisfaction, she wanted it to be harder, so she continued stroking.

She resisted moaning as she became aware of her thighs and her thigh-high stockings that didn’t need a garter belt. She hated wearing pantyhose, and garters were a hassle. These stockings had silicone bands that prevented them from falling, and the lacy ones made her feel sexy with no one else knowing. That made her aware of what lay between her thighs and how she felt her excitement liquifying there and her own needs returning. He’d only messed with her a few hours ago and again. Michael conveyed his demanding desire through a single glance. She wanted to get down on her knees and do whatever he wanted if he’d only ease the need building in her that his passionate hunger started.

" Her breath hitched. Pulling her gown up a couple inches to the top of her thighs, she pulled the tip of her stockings and I said a silent fuck me in my head. I bought the fuckin stockings, but in my defence, it was just a small looking piece of clothing. How was I to know that it would expand up to the thigh? I thought it would do the same job as a small sock she could wear lazily during the day to protect the sole of her foot. The picture I created in my head was completely different from what I was seeing. But that was not it. I wished I could look away as she pulled it down, but the tip hidden under her cloth was as sexy as sin, and I’m only a human, after all. My cock was growing hard

Panties really did not help much at all around these two because they knew how to coax my pussy into drenching them regardless. “I do believe that you promised something, love,” Xander said as his lips grazed mine without actually kissing me. He was such a tease. I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head before dropping my shorts. They both watched every movement I made as if waiting for their chance to pounce. My bra fell to the floor, and I slid my panties off. I stood bare before them with a coat of arousal gracing my thighs. It was very easy to see how badly I needed them.

Lena tells us in a very husky voice as she flashes the coat open, adding to the sexual tension. “Do you like my crotch-less pantyhose?” she asks as she flaunts her roaring erection poking out for both of us as she teases underneath it with just one finger. “I was going to wear my garter belt and stocking for you, but this is more comfortable. Though it was difficult to get over my erection. “I do, very much, a fantastic turn on,” Jerry and I answer as one. I have long fantasized about cross-dressing men dressed just like this and having them while my man watched and perhaps joined in, which is about to happen.