Panty Dropper Sticker Novels & Stories

---"I'm going to take a shower, alone. Maybe I won't give you my panties to help you, again." I kiss his lips, walking away from him. I go to the closet and get a pair of white lace panties and a jacket of the same color. I go to the red negligee I brought, grabbing my best friend; I'm not the one who's going to be in the mood. I picked up a purple vibrator, with it being two in one. It has the part that you put inside and a stimulator, which can become a clit sucker. You control it all with a remote control.

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

My jaw dropped instantly. Wrapped delicately between thin filter paper was a set of light pink lacy lingerie, with the tags still on. It looks so delicate it might break if I touch it. There was also a card that came with it. It says "Do enjoy it. Compliments, DR." When I removed the card, I realised what was under it. It was a vibrator. Oh my god. Damien was so kinky. I contemplated returning it, with the whole package and everything. That would be the smart move. The easy move.

"Take off your dress. Let me see all of you." My hands moved before my mind could argue. I pulled the dress over my head and stood there in just my bra and soaked panties. Alex looked at my heavy breasts and licked his lips. "Beautiful," he said. "Now the rest." I unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilled out. My pink nipples were stiff and aching. Then I slid my panties down my legs. Cool air touched my wet pussy and I shivered. Alex dropped his pants. His cock sprang free. Thick, long and veined. The head was already leaking. It looked so big. Much bigger than I imagined.

"On all fours on the bar stool. Shoot your ass out, make your asshole and pussy visible. Spread your ass apart." I left the couch, balancing on the barstool in the room, resting my lower half on the counter. Reaching back I yank my ass apart tighter with the flimsy panties. The thong now hanging uselessly to the side while my cunt and dry pucker were on display. I could feel cream dripping down on the stool from my pussy. I squeeze my hanging asshole, then clamped it shut. "You like that, perv? Wanna stick your finger up my ass while you take a picture?"

He hooked a fingertip inside the back of her g-string, extracting the strip of lace from her butt crack as he gave her bum another squeeze. "Nonsense, it's a perfect fit," he assured her as he somewhat reluctantly stepped away from her, the back of her g-string snapping back into place as he moved back to his case of products. "Are we done then?" asked Claire. "Can I get dressed again?" Fred pulled out a small white tube of cream. There was a sticker on the side of the tube that had the words 'Erecto-sure' scrawled on, in what looked like ball point pen. "Actually Claire, I think this is the perfect time to show you another product, one of Funky Lady's top sellers."

My cock lurched in my gym shorts, bulging at the front and leaking precum into my boxers as I wrapped my hand around it and groaned. My fingers and my eyes stopped at a tiny little pink thong with hearts on it that had the words “just visiting” written across the front. My jaw clenched tight, and my pulse quickened. I wasn’t sure if it was cute hot to think of innocent little Everly Price wearing such slutty panties, or if it was enraging to think that there was a possibility she’d gotten them for someone. …Some little prick who was going to find himself at the business end of my wrath if I ever learned who.

Standing before the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I gaze at myself in the dress Merrick bought me for this private party. I'm not quite sure it's even considered a dress, not when it's entirely sheer, and you can see the very skimpy thongs underneath it, and my breasts are visible. He gave me nipple stickers in the shape of an X to cover the areola on each one.

It wasn't his cologne, those bottles were all lined up in the bathroom. She picked a small box and at one short end was the white label containing the bar code and the description. Millie gasped and dropped the box. She picked it up quickly and looked again at the description. 'Clitoral Pebble Vibrator. Silver.' Millie put the box back in place, she was suddenly feeling intensely hot, and her breathing was very uneven. She picked another box, a bigger one this time. 'Rubber Ball Gag.' She pulled another one, 'Handmade Glass Butt Plug. Sm.' Millie gulped and hastily stuffed the boxes back in the drawer.