Panty Shots Novels & Stories

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

’ But even as I said it, I could feel the tug of something—something I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge. “Then Screaming Orgasm it is,” I tried to reply coolly. “As for shots, what do you think we could add to the mix?” Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Silky Panties.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t help but picture it—her, wearing those silky panties. The image flashed in my mind so vividly that it took everything I had to push it away. ‘Sh1t, what the hell is wrong with me?’

Her nipples poked through her shirt. I unbuckled my belt. unzipped my pants. Pulled my cock out. It sprang free. Hard. Thick. The veins bulged along the shaft. Thick ropes of blue and purple. The head was swollen. Angry red. The slit was open. A drop of precum swelled at the tip. Thick. White. Opaque. It stretched into a string. Dripped onto her thigh. Landed on her skin. She didn't flinch. "Touch yourself," I said.

I felt like I belonged to him completely and he was totally in charge, like I would do anything for him and that feeling turned me on more. I needed to be filled more tonight though. I wanted to be filled with his cock. "Now, what's this?" He raised a panty up. "A panty" I replied and he chuckled. "You are right, Cupcake but they are panties for girls like you. They are vibrating panties but it's not for you to test out tonight. Daddy is going to put it on you whenever you are being a bad girl and then daddy is going to take you out to a shopping mall and watch you tremble without being able to moan out in the middle of a mall"

My clit poked out fat and shameless, clearly visible through the fabric like a little cock begging for attention. I didn’t bother sliding my panties down. I hooked two fingers in the crotch and wrenched them violently to the side. My pussy lips parted with a wet smack. Thick strings of clear slick stretched and snapped between them. My hole twitched, leaking more. I looked like a p**n still: swollen, glistening, ready to be ruined.

She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!"

Several of my best ass shots were with one of the models sliding their hard cocks between my legs from behind, simulating fucking my asshole. Andrew and I were given sizeable bonuses when one of our couples shots was chosen as the banner on the homepage of a gay p**n website. The shot showed me on my hands and knees, looking at the camera with a shocked and wide-eyed expression on my face, as Andrew peaked at the camera from between my ass cheeks while pretending to rim my asshole.

No panties underneath, just crotchless pantyhose, and a shelf bra that lifted my massive tits high, leaving my hard nipples completely exposed under a sheer, low-cut blouse. He told me the guys at these parties often got wild and crazy, and that I should just go along with whatever he said or did. The venue was dark, loud, and packed mostly with men. As soon as we arrived, a large group of Anthony’s coworkers surrounded us, their eyes glued to my barely-covered tits. Anthony was visibly proud as they openly complimented him on having such a hot young wife. Before long one of them asked if Anthony shared. After a quiet word from Anthony, we were suddenly led into a private back office along w

I began begging as my hand would not stop rubbing my clit fast and hard. "Please... Please, daddies. Can... Can you see my panties?" I pulled my knees up to give an even clearer sight of my now soaked panties. The wet streak on the peach coloured panties was so obvious. "I can see how wet you are, you fucking slut" Luxuria got up to his feet, flyer undone and cock fisted in his hand. "You want to come, ugh?" Grayson asked, his breathing filled with pleasure and his hands moving in that sure way of self pleasuring.

I whimpered as we knelt before him. "Time to take your sluttiness to the next level," she purred. "Unzip him. Pull him out." He ripped off his silk shirt, revealing that muscular chest. He was such a stud with rippling abs. My pussy clenched as the cameras filmed us. I was making a p**no. My first amateur p**n. That was so hot. I was doing so many slutty things to day. I unzipped his pants and yanked down his jeans.