Panty Story Novels & Stories

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

Murilo had my panty drawer open and was holding one of my panties in his hands, looking at it with visible admiration. " Let go of my panties! " I pulled the one he was holding and closed the drawer with an abrupt movement. " Are you sure that this piece in my hands is really yours, Virginia? " he asked with amusement. " I like larger panties because they are ideal for some occasions. " I begrudgingly explained. " That wasn't a larger panty? That was a pair of pants that could fit two of you inside. " he joked, letting out a loud laugh. I didn't like his joke and tried to pretend I didn't mind it, but before I knew it, a tear was coming down from my eye, as was a pained sob.

"Panties off too" I hooked my fingers at the top of my panties, pulling it down in the most sexiest way possible, that I could. Fabrico's eyes darken with lust. He literally dragged me on top of him again. While his lips worked along with mine, his hands unclasped my bra and he pulled away, to stare at them like he'd uncovered a great possession. "Beautiful" he muttered. "So perfect."

No matter what kind of top I wore, my girls would be on display. Next up was a leather thong. This was not difficult to step into, but I quickly realized it was different from any panty I had ever bought. First off, because it was leather it was firm. That wasn't particularly problematic, although I was concerned it would not absorb any juices if Victoria decided to tease me. I'd never particularly worried about that until yesterday. Second, the thong strap disengaged from the waistband. I didn't understand why until Heather snaked it between my legs and split my crack with it. It was like a g-string only much stronger. As she clipped to the waistband, I heard a click. She then tugged the si

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.

Was she asexual or something? What was going on here? Justin never tried to put his hand in my panties. What was so special about her panties?

I’ve often heard stories of women leaving their panties for men to fantasize about. But I didn’t! It wasn’t intentional! I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. Pulling myself together,I grabbed the panties and stuffed it into my pocket, “Mr Hudson,I admit..this is mine.And I was supposed to dispose it after bathing but I forgot and then we were suddenly in a hurry to get me out of here before anyone sees me so you can’t certainly find me cheap because of this.I have no intentions of seducing you so don’t overthink this.”

Snap! The waistband snapped my skin and I flinched up. I gaped at him unable to believe what he did. He smirked. Again, he pulled the waistband and repeated the same action. His hand again reached the waistband for the third time when I instantly clutched his fingers stopping him from repeating the embarrassing act from behind. He leaned near my ear and his breath tickled my earlobe. "As far I know you don't like wearing panty. So how come you put one," he asked with a mischievous tone. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment. I'm so gonna kill this man.