Panty Novels & Stories

"Roman you stress too much, relax." I followed her tawny head into a more erotic section of the shop. Some mannequins were not dressed but only in small materials covering their breasts and crotch area. "What are we doing here?" I questioned. Yolanda skipped deeper into the section and picked out a hanger with two small black, lacy items. "Yolanda?" "How about this?" she probed. "What's the point of wearing underwear if it’s so revealing?" It made me feel uneasy. The panty had no back part, just a string. That looks severely uncomfortable.

I ask and Oliver helps me, the dress is big and if I lift the bottom to sit on the toilet it won't work. “What the fuck is that lingerie?” Oliver says looking at me as I step out of the dress. “I bought it on Friday, I'm talking about pulling down my panties and sitting on the toilet. “I just don't eat you here because I want to save your pussy for later, after all, we can't force it too much and I want to eat you with your pompom panties.” He says giving me a longing look. “Don’t start thinking about these things unless you’re going to get a hard-on,” I warn while I pee.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

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?"

Everything that always should have been hers in this lifetime, but was stolen from her at birth by being born into the whole ass wrong family. She slid her dress off and kicked it to the side and got out of her shoes and undergarments as quickly as possible. She took off everything but her black laced t-back panties. She took a quick glance in the mirror and she smiled. She absolutely loved the way those panties made her tight, round ass look even better. She blew herself a kids and gave a little wink as she slowly opened the bathroom door again.

She yawned tirelessly but as she thought to stepped out, she realized she was still in her maid uniform and hadn't even taken it off yet and she had only two uniform unlike Aria, Nora and Nova that had many. She sighed and took off her uniform and decided to take a quick bath. It skipped her mind the previous day that the pant she had wore wasn't her normal pant and the paht was a gift from her best friend Nancy Leo, and Nancy had told her it was the lastest pant most young ladies wore and that had prompted her to wore it as Nancy actually bought a dozen pieces for her. She love the paht nonetheless as the pant had brought out her big buttocks and didn't seemed to pack her butt like the prev

Mark's eyes practically bulged as he stared in disbelief. There was "the hot Miss Smith" wearing yoga pants and a snug little barely-there top. She was doing full splits with her shapely ass spread wide and pointed right at him! The lips of her pussy and the puckered ring of her asshole were both clearly visible through the form-fitting, thin Lycra of those obscene pants. He actually choked slightly when his gaze traveled from that mouth-watering sight over to the couch.

The fabric had a mind of its own and kept springing higher up every time she tried to pull the darn skirt down. “It’s okay, I’ll stick to my panty for now. I’m still wearing a pad.” That was partly true, her bleeding had stopped hours ago but she had no intention of wearing a g-string or a thong. Jane could never tell the difference between the two, they all looked the same to her. Vanessa nodded, not putting up an argument. The brunette was tall, with the built of an Amazonian but she was exquisitely beautiful. At that moment, Vanessa slipped a hand into her tube dress and lifted her breasts higher.

And he had a sneaking suspicion that this would entail a significant amount of time spent in bed. Anna slid into the pink velour sweatpants and the matching T-shirt that she had purchased, and as she did so, she absorbed the aroma of her go-to bubble bath that was still lingering in the air. She had a few bras, but she never wore any of them. She also never wore pantyhose, because she didn't see the need in wearing them because her pantylines weren't particularly noticeable.

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.