Panty And Stocking Fanfic Novels & Stories

With the arm holding it in place, I picked up the bra and tossed it to Alessandro, who smiled and brought it to his face, inhaling my scent. Still dancing, I took off my shoes, one at a time. I walked over to my husband and placed one foot on his knee, which was upturned. I leaned in and began to slowly roll up my thigh-high stockings, from top to bottom, pulling them off and tossing them aside. Alessandro touched my ankle with a finger, and it was as if he gave me a delicious shock that reverberated through my sex, making my already wet panties even more sodden.

I wanted to be a good girl for him all of a sudden, an obedient servant to my master. He stared hard at me, guiding my hands straight to his bulge. Apparently sometime earlier he had dropped his pants. I was too busy getting soaking wet to notice. These days if he could, he would walk around without clothes, he would seduce me to hell and harass me until I had no other place to run to. I could see it there in his eyes. “Touch it my love. Don't be shy.” The way he bit his lips was driving me towards insanity. I looked down at what I was touching, and I swallowed. Did it grow bigger since the last time I saw it? What the fuck?

"Not yet. Pants off. Bend over the bench." Tyler stood on shaky legs, shoving down his shorts. His cock sprang free, hard and dripping. Jax noticed. "Look at you. Rock hard for your rival." Jax laughed darkly, stroking himself. "You want this bad." "Shut up," Tyler snapped, but he bent over the wooden bench anyway. His ass was exposed, cheeks spread slightly. Vulnerability hit him like a wave. His heart raced with fear and filthy excitement. Jax knelt behind him, hands gripping Tyler’s hips. "Relax." He spread Tyler’s cheeks and licked a slow stripe over his hole.

Her fist didn’t drop. Her voice was cold. “What did I say about using my full name?” I flinched. The slap was coming, I know it. And I might not be fast enough to stop it. ~~ A/N: This is a fictional novel with dark themes. Please suspend your morality and enjoy the ride. There will be spicy content in future chapters — consensual and not rape!!! This book is part of a competition. Your support means everything. Follow me on I* @Rossi_1847 for updates. 💜 ~~

My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened, his hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered quietly, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties.

“You think I haven’t missed this cock splitting me open? The last time you fucked me, I couldn’t walk straight for two days…I still feel you when I sit down, I still taste you when I lick my lips.” “I want to split you open with this cock again,” his hands slide under my ass, squeezing with his fingers digging in possessively. “I want to fill this tight little cunt until it’s dripping with me…only me.” I moan into his mouth, rolling my hips against the thick length of him already standing up in arousal. “Then do it. Fuck me like you own me.” Cassian doesn’t hesitate for a moment, he’s already trailing one hand up my thigh, sliding under the hem of my dress, fingers brushing the soaked lace o

I open her mouth, ready to tell him off, but his stern expression instantly makes me shut my mouth. Then I hike my dress up, taking off my panties and dropping it on the floor, while I mutter under my breath; I'll have to go home pantiless since I won't be able to wear those panties again. Derek ignores me and simply gets into the tub with me, parting my thighs and dipping his head so he can get a close look at my pussy. And I squirm, suddenly feeling... shy. Why does he even bother with this? It's not like we're about to fuck; Goodness, this action is so intimate.

Part of me had hoped he’d gone to seed maybe gotten fat or lost his looks so that if we ever crossed paths again, I could smugly prove I had moved on. But standing there in that hotel lobby, I realized the truth: I was the one who had never really moved forward. I still wore pantyhose or stockings almost daily, a habit I picked up just for him because it was his thing. Even more specifically, he liked me in sheer, sandal-foot styles so he could always see my toes. He had a leg and toe obsession, and in pleasing him for so many years, I developed my own fixation with stockings too. So it was ironic that after all that time, when we finally bumped into each other just a day before Valentine’s

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

he promised her. Penny started panting in anticipation. How was it that this man made her feel so bloody lusty that even though she wanted to get out of his grip, she wasn’t trying. “You can try all your seduction—” she closed her eyes as he brought his finger near her crotch and words eluded her. Her breath hitched. She thought she was forming words, but she found herself moaning. --- Please give your reviews and comments, if you like the book!