Novel & Cerita Pantyhose Seduction Stories

He was sure if this continued, he would be having blue balls. He had restricted himself from having any sexual contact with any woman. He had succeeded . But now a little woman was wrecking havoc in his heart, in his body. He could feel the self control he prided himself with getting crumbled the more he stayed with that little seductress. To him, she needed do nothing. Her existence alone did the seduction. Stripping down to his boxers, he let the cold water flow down his body, cooling his heated body. After tonight, he figured out that it's either he hastens his plans or stay away from her, but can be do that?

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.

This was really ridiculous, the bags were full of different clothes and shoes. "But how did he know my size?", She asked herself when she realized that horror of horrors there were even bras and knickers infant not knickers but different see me through lace thongs and their matching bras. " This is ridiculous , who the hell does he think he is to buy me this , am not a bitch", effusing under her breath she walked out of her room with tingles of anger flowing in her body.

And he was bare-chested, she could see his strong and muscular upper body in front of her eyes! “Don’t you remember what happened last night, Cherry?” His voice was more like a whisper, husky and passionate. “You pulled me to bed. You seduced me, saying you’re cold, asking me to warm your body. And you moaned in pleasure as we kissed….” Siena felt her heart beat faster as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. No! That was impossible! Had she lost her mind? Ah, she remembered taking too much sake! Then her head felt heavy and….

he promised her. Penny started panting in anticipation. How was it that this man made her feel so bloody lusty that even though she wanted to get out of his grip, she wasn’t trying. “You can try all your seduction—” she closed her eyes as he brought his finger near her crotch and words eluded her. Her breath hitched. She thought she was forming words, but she found herself moaning. --- Please give your reviews and comments, if you like the book!

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.

Six months without decent sex will do that. My hand slid under the short hem of my bridesmaid dress before I could talk myself out of it. Just a quick touch over my panties. Then I grabbed a mini vodka from the bar, downed it down, and lay back. Dress rucked up around my hips, fingers slipping under the lace making slow circles on my clit. Immediately, the music faded into the background, next my body loosened, warm and floaty from all the drinks I didn’t hear the door open. But... *BOOM!

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

His chest was rising and falling fast while his eyes were on me like he wanted to eat me alive. I stepped out of my heels and walked over slowly, enjoying the way he watched every move. My blouse was still hanging open, my breasts bouncing freely. My skirt was still bunched up around my waist and my soaked panties pulled to the side, I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs. I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, hovering just above his cock. “You’ve been such a good boy so far,” I whispered, dragging my wet folds along his shaft and teasing him. “But I’m not done playing with you yet.”

He climbed over me, the heavy weight of his pant trousers rough and abrasive against my inner thighs as he forced them apart. "I'm going to take my time, Blaire," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine as he reached down to finish unzipping the dress. "I want to see exactly how much you've been craving this. I want to see exactly how starved you are “