Pantyhose Seduction Stories Novels & Stories

The city sprawled beneath the Moretti estate like a constellation of gold, unaware of the storm brewing above in the penthouse. Isabella Voss leaned on the balcony, crimson gown brushing against the polished marble floor. Her pulse was rapid, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented images: the masquerade, the engagement gala, the masked intruders, the whispered threats. Every encounter, every betrayal, every shadow she had felt lurking in the corners of her life, led to this night.

Goosebumps rose across her skin. “Andrew,” she gasped, her fingers slipping into my hair. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, voice thick with need. “I’ve got you, Elena.” My hands moved with practiced ease, pulling the lace panties from her waist. She unbuckled my belt and slid the trouser down, revealing my hard erection that stood from beneath my boxers. I pulled the trousers off my legs and tossed it aside. I spread her legs and when I finally entered her, she cried out softly, her back arching as I filled her completely. I stilled for a moment, my forehead resting against hers, giving her time to adjust.

Within moments she felt her pussy pulse and a gush of her juices slid into her panties as she came hard all over her fingers. “Good girl. You just came for me, didn’t you.” “Oh...yes...it was good, too.” She quickly looked around, knowing that she would be in big trouble if caught at work. “Would you like more?” “Oh, yes...definitely.” Whoever her mystery man was, he was perfect at seduction. “Okay, expect a package in a couple of days. We can have some more fun.” She hung up the call, thanking the fact that their clients weren’t recorded. Who was this mystery man and why was he so fixated on her?

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.

I unconsciously move one of my legs further away from the other to create more access. I shudder as his fingers traced my bikini line. I placed my hands on his shoulders, though I knew they were soapy and wet. Just as his index finger traced my bikini line, his other fingers rested flat on my panties, before his index finger joined. He traced a straight line on it before pinching. I jump slightly and let out a squeal. He rubbed hard on my panties and I shamelessly rode on his fingers. My eyes shut close. I wanted more than this from him.

Alex detested the situation, but he had no control over Pearl. She was a natural seductress, capable of bringing any man to his knees. He pitied his father, unaware that the woman he believed to be his wife desired his own son. Alex swallowed hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape his mouth as Pearl continued to stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. Her soft hand moved up and down his length, perfectly wrapped around his thick arousal, as she performed a handjob on him.

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.

Unfortunately there aren't, so I only bring with me one bottle of sparkling wine, recognizable by the always more elaborate labels. “Close your eyes and allow your body to relax to the floor…”, I ordered, gluing his body back against a wall. Then my free hand trailed behind as Jean's back slid in favor of the hard, smooth surface. His arrival on the floor was communicated to me by his hands caressing my ankles, climbing up my legs until they met in the middle of them my completely unsuspecting intimate, with nothing to bar his daring fingers. Her silence is synonymous with astonishment, and I am the one to break it with a provocation. “ Have you never seen a woman without panties?”

I think everything is messed up. I knocked on the door, but it opened by itself; I walked inside the mansion and heard a slow moan; I took the stairs and saw a lace panty on the door. I felt my heart beating suddenly rushing. I don't feel good about this. When I opened it, I saw Sebastian having a good time with a blonde woman; she was half-naked, while Sebastian was still wearing clothes; I rushed into the room. When he sees me, his eyes widen in surprise, and he cannot believe I am here.

His gaze darkened as she shivered under his touch, her sensitivity in this area evident. He rested his hand on her hip, gently caressing the curve of her body. With a seductive smile, Leonardo hooked his fingers into the corners of her shorts, slowly sliding them down. As he looked into her eyes, she lifted her hips slightly, assisting him in removing her shorts. Leonardo smoothly pulled the garment down her legs until it slipped off her ankle, nonchalantly tossing it onto a nearby chair. His gaze then shifted, revealing lacy pink panties that adorned her sweet vagina.