Panty Hose Stories Novels & Stories

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

"Why not?. While I love my 1940's fashions, I've taken them about as far as I can. I was thinking about trying out a whole new look. Only when they can't fire me without cause, of course. And these days of #MeToo, no woman will get fired for what she wears." Anna draped a few hangers of clothes over the back of a chair. She stood beside the bed, where I could gaze on her spectacular form from head to toe. "I'll start with Couture Ultra-gloss seamless, crotchless pantyhose." She stood over me and held the legs of the pantyhose high. She dragged the filmy legs over my skin, from my feet to my face. Goosebumps and shivers flowed along my skin in their wake. "Gorgeous, aren't they?" Anna sat in

But her father's hand kept rubbing at her, massaging her slit so deep and firm that she couldn't help grinding her pussy back into his hand. The teenager took as much of her father's hand rubbing her through the pantyhose as she could, and finally slipped off her shoes and just pulled her dress up and started to roll her hose down over her hips. She caught her father watching, and he moved his hand to allow her to roll the hose all the way off. When she sat back again, Tom caught the girl's hand and took the balled-up pantyhose from her. She watched in awe as he held them to his face and inhaled deeply, knowing he could smell all the pussy cream she'd been leaking into them.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

he whispered, the confession seeming to shame him. Francine’s grin widened. Perfect. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the frantic heartbeat beneath. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.” Her other hand went to his belt, unbuckling it with swift, practiced moves. “You have a big cock, Harry. I saw it. Let me see it properly.” She undid his trousers, pushed them open. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, curving up against his stomach. It was magnificent—long, with a smooth, flushed head. Francine moaned softly at the sight. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

In some time, she whispered that her cunt is waiting for me, and she is leaking a lot of juices. I kissed her and moved my hand inside her saree on her panty now, and it was really, really very wet. I asked her to remove her panty and hand it over to me. She was a little surprised but complied with my demand. When I got the panty, I smelled and licked her panty where her pussy was. She was looking at me like what the hell is the guy doing. I licked it for some time, and then I kept her panty in my pocket and told her she will never get the panty back as I am gonna keep it as a special gift. After listening to this, she was very happy and kissed my lips again. We started our kissing scene aga

My eye came in contact with a massive tall figure, tipping back the last of his wine. "Hug the couch, ass out." He commanded, placing the glass on the small table. I scurried to obey, hugging the chair as I pushed my ass out. Lube leaked from my pucker, my swampy snatch dripping. Footsteps. My head buried on the sofa. Behind me, he yanked my gown up, exposing my bare cheeks to his eyes. Of course I was pantless , five months of fucking and dozens of panties ripped to shreds, there wasn't a point in wearing one.

“Then get the fuck over here. We’re turning you into our personal fucktoy tonight. Strip.” My hands moved before my brain could argue. I dropped my bag, fingers trembling as I unbuttoned my blouse. My tits spilled free—perky, round, nipples aching. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall, stepping out in just my white lace panties and knee socks. The front of my panties was dark with my arousal. Ethan crooked a finger. “Panties off. Crawl to us.” I sank to my knees on the carpet and crawled, ass swaying, tits hanging heavy. The humiliation burned so good between my legs. When I reached them, Ethan grabbed my hair and yanked my face up.

“Bet you’ve thought about this too.” “I also bet you've thought about this too,” Pete said, pushing him down to his knees but his grip on his ever curly hair remained. He lifted his face up and the look on William’s face was unmistakable, the little bastard was enjoying it. Pete nodded to his pants, “Take it out.” He whispered and William's eyes jumped for joy as he quickly undid Pete’s pants. He gasped when Pete’s cock sprung out and then licked his lips as he took in its actual size. “I can't believe you carry this around with you Petey.” He moaned and ran his fingers along the length.