Panty And Stocking Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m single and all, but—” My face turned bright red as R-rated scenes played in my mind. I never thought that pulling a guy’s pants down would find me a boyfriend. Had I known, I would’ve done so ages ago. Luke’s voice boomed from the top of my head. “What are you thinking? Let’s talk.” He grabbed me by the nape and took me aside. Jorja gave me a look that I was on my own before slipping away. Putting my hands over my face, I hid my silly grin. “Um… Sure, so long as you’re sure about this.”

Fighting my growing desire to grab his exposed cock, I replied, flirtation dripping from every syllable I spoke, "Oh honey, it's ok, masturbating is natural; I hope you did it last night, too. Truth be told, I did it myself last night... twice." "Mom!" he gasped, still frantically fumbling to get his pants closed, my stocking still wrapped around his cock. "And please feel free to keep my stockings, if that's your thing," I offered with a coy smile. "Mom!" he repeated, still humiliated at being caught in the act. "So you have a stocking fetish too?" I asked, with a sexy smile on my face. "You really are just like your father," I said, grabbing my purse and leaving before he had a chance to r

so passionate that she could not resist. Her hands already trembling, as if begging him to leave them so that sje could let them explore in his hair. Instead, he flipped her back and raised the hem of her dress. Her black G string panty came across his sight and he spanked her ass. She leaned at the wall, his one hand on her neck, gently choking on it...while the other one grabbed her breasts. Her breaths got heavier and a low moan released from her mouth. Next moment and he pull the panty before leaving it loose and the flexible sound of a spank echoed in the room.

Dante growled playfully and shot up from the ground, snatching Mj by the waist and pulling her feet from the floor until she dangled in his arms “Over my dead body MollyJay, I will feed you.” Dante swung Mj’s legs around so that he was holding her bridal style and started to leave the room when Mj began to wiggle “wait!” she chirped so suddenly it almost sounded like a squeak. Dante stopped and set her down on the floor. “I thought you were hungry?” he said quizzically. Mj giggled shaking her head, “I am” she said “but I also want to wear pants before we leave” and she motioned to the fact that she still stood only in her shirt and panties. Dante looked down at her exposed legs and purred a

I bolted away suddenly, lunging for the bedside lamp. It cast a harsh light onto the scene in my bed: my kid sister lay on the bed, looking at me with concern and lust. Her panties were soaking wet, her hand still inside where mine had been moments before. Sam's gaze moved to my cock, and she licked her lips. "Oh, Matty, it's so... so hard." She reached for me. I started to move back, but she was faster. Her hand began to stroke me again. "P-please-- please, Matty, I was so close. Please-- please!"

"W-What are you doing here? I've suffered enough already! What else do you want from me?" I picked up the phone and got to the point. "I burned your limited-edition hiking boots and discarded all your precious cosmetics. Oh, and another thing." I stared into her terrified eyes, enunciating my next words. "Jack told the court that you seduced him. Apparently, you did whatever it took to climb up, no matter the cost." Her face was drained of all color. I hung up with a quiet satisfaction and turned away. I knew that inside prison, the lives of these two would be equally entertaining, poisoned by suspicion and hatred toward each other.

She was clearly loving every second. “You’re not wearing any thong,” Dylan said, pressing a finger against her puckered asshole. “Going out on the street with no panties… that’s risky.” Jasmine pulled off his cock just long enough to kiss the swollen tip and reply, “I don’t like wearing panties…” before she dove back down, sucking him harder.

Then, without hesitation, I slip out of my panties and kick them aside. His eyes, hooded and blazing like a wolf’s in the darkness, stare out at me, watching as I strip out of the garter belt and stockings and toss them aside with the rest of the outfit. Then, standing there as naked as the day I was born, I glare back at him, overflowing with defiance.

She’s been on edge for hours, and so have I, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to her. I pull her panties down the rest of the way and tap her ankle. "Leg." Kira lifts up her legs one after another, allowing me to take off her panties. I sniff them, relishing the intoxicating scent of her arousal before shoving the fabric into my pockets. Kira’s eyes widen when she detects what I just did, but she doesn’t complain. If anything, the naughty woman is more turned on by the thought of her panties in my pocket.

Placing her other foot on the arm of his chair she panted breathlessly, “You know what I want.” As we looked on in utter disbelief Stewart lifted her other foot to his face and began to kiss her toes and the underside of her foot as she breathed, “Yeah, that’s it, keep doing that.” As the hand in her panties moved faster and faster she hissed, “I need more room, help me.” Stewart leaned toward her and began to pull her panties down as she scooted around to accommodate this. As soon as her panties were pulled a little ways down her legs he resumed kissing her foot while she bounced his cock this way and that with the other foot. Suddenly she disengaged from her brother and stood up in front o