Pantyhose Seduction Stories Novels & 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?

"Right up. Hike it up around your belly. I want to see panties." As the boy exposed legs encased in thigh-high pantyhose, with patterned, elasticized tops, and then black drum-tight panties Neville found it difficult to contain himself to the chair. He savoured the view: Lancelot had dressed for self-seduction, with semi-transparent underwear, his manhood almost visible through the gossamer stuff. His legs, sheer, womanly, trembling perhaps. The hands holding the skirt showing false red nails amongst the crumpled material. "You like showing yourself to me, don't you Lancelot? You fantasy is coming true, isn't it?"

he commands in a husky voice filled with lust. I am sailing in that blue dress, long to the feet. To obey David, I start to take it off and drop it inanimately to the ground. Holding his gaze steady I feel powerful staying in my underwear in front of him, this powerful man who rules half of New York. I look around and see a chair. I carry it behind me making a loud noise. I sit and remove my pantyhose and slowly start standing on my tiptoes. Overcome with confidence I spread my legs in front of him, begin to appreciate, touch myself over the panties, and then slowly remove them as they slide to the tip of the stiletto heel.

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

You tried to keep your composure, initially ignoring my touch and fastening your knees together. But after our waiter poured the wine and departed, leaving us again to the solitude of the dark corner booth, we progressed. My fingers continued to ascend beneath your dress, prying ever-higher between your upper thighs, falling into the inviting gap. My fingertips pressed into your luscious center. You felt warmth, engorgement, a tingling sensation...the thin fabric began to soften with your wetness as my fingers slid against the material, pressuring your pussy in circles. Through the thin covering I explored the vertical outline of your entry. I could feel how wet you'd become and instructed y

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!

I gasp, feigning surprise. He pauses, fingers still grasping the curtain. His gaze sweeps over me, painfully intentful as the drink in the sight of me wearing this small nightdress. It’s my first weapon of seduction, to disarm him, to lure him in. It seems to be working, blistering blue eyes blazing over, lips patting slightly as he exhales long and slow. "There are a lot of guards out tonight, so I had no other choice but to come into your room to speak with you,” he says after a moment of heavy silence, tone flat and distracted.