Panty Hose Stories Novels & Stories

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something but nothing came out. “ Tell us,what really happened? Why are you with a pantie?” Another snapped at her. “ Can't a lady have an extra pantie in her bag when the need arrives, when she's in an urgent situation like a soon to be menstrual flow?” Jayden barked and everyone turned to his direction. He focused his gaze on the worker holding the red pantie in his index finger and matched towards him. “ Sir, you know it happened so fast and we….” Before he could finish his statement Jayden took a step forward and struck a hard hit on his face and the pantie fell from his index finger.

He took off my crop top and unclasped my bra and I think he flung it to God knows where. He bit his lips as he stared at my topless self. "Damn, you are beautiful Daisy" he muttered and his lips immediately went for one of my nipple. He cupped the other breast in his hands and squeezed them softly. After pleasuring my nipples to his satisfaction, he took off my jeans trouser. He let out a gasp as he sighted a knife and a gun in my thigh hostler. "You carry a knife too?" he asked and I took off my panties and my thigh hostler.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Alain came back, moving his head from side to side, “um, another, oui?” Kennedy smiled, “oui, let’s try something else.” Keyla winked at me, “although Kai probably approves.” I rolled my eyes, “what’s that supposed to mean?” “I know about your pantyhose kink,” Keyla joked. “Julliette told me.” What the hell? Yes, I do find pantyhose really sexy. Especially with nothing under there. Or just a thong. One time my ex, Julliette, cut a hole in some old pantyhose, and we fucked while she wore it.

(A short story) THEY WEREN'T THE biggest he’d ever seen, but boy did they look firm! Niall Christopher spread out his copy of Penthouse and gazed at the most gorgeous pair of breasts he’d ever seen. High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls.

he explained. I replied as if I was bargaining, "I never wear panties anyway. But why no pantyhose?" "You don't wear panties either? That must be a sister thing," he chuckled. "Maybe," I shrugged. He continued, "As for no pantyhose, it's so I can slide my thick cock inside my freeuse Mommy's pussy whenever I want." He slid his dick back between my lips for a few strokes, then pulled back out so I could reply. "What does freeuse mean?"

But I was still hungry for more. Lena grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs all the way back until my knees were beside my head, completely folding me in half. My asshole and pussy were fully exposed and pointing straight up at her. “Hold your legs there,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare move.” I grabbed behind my knees, presenting myself like the nastiest whore imaginable. Lena poured more lube directly onto my holes, letting it drip down obscenely. Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit.

Her belly looked pregnant already from the sheer volume of meat and cum inside her. They pissed again—hot streams forced directly into her gaping holes between thrusts, filling her womb and guts until she felt like a bloated cum balloon. Rebecca came endlessly, squirting violently around the quadruple penetrations, body shaking like a broken toy. “Push it out, you ruined fuckmeat!” Louis roared. Rebecca bore down with all her strength. Her cunt prolapsed massively now, a huge, cum-drooling rosebud hanging out as the men kept pounding around it. They slapped it, spat on it, and shoved cocks back inside the prolapsed flesh.

He assumed a woman like her kept it trimmed or shaved, but inquiring minds want to know. The sexual tension already high in just the first morning, it seemed obvious they both wanted the same thing. he worked the next hour relentlessly, beating his sexual frustrations away, and was just getting ready to go and pick something up for lunch when she came out, now dressed in a sun dress, five inch heels and, shocking in that day's heat, pantyhose...which is his fetish. Although she is a beautiful woman, he always loved how she often wore pantyhose while in the house, even under her jeans.