Pantyhose Seduction Stories Novels & Stories

The waiter served their food and Holly wasted no time into digging into hers, it was a lovely meal with sheets of pasta layered with buttery garlic sauce and tomatoes and crab meat while Charlie had the vegan Italian chopped salad. Holly didn't even know they had it on their menu but it was a side dish. "You won't fail. A little research and you'll be on the right path. The good thing about seduction is that I'm hundred percent sure its inborn for females. All you just need to do us unlock that part of yourself." "Besides, you're not totally hopeless, just be more confident in your own body. You have a gorgeous body. I mean you're basically a Kardashian if you think about it. You don't have

My breasts were freed and a cold breeze blew towards it, making my nipples extra sensitive. Before I could say flapjack, Henry captured one of my pink buds into his mouth and sucked lightly, biting gently before moving to the other one. I threw my head back in pleasure and savoured every moment. I don’t care if either of us ended up regretting this moment later because yes, the wait was worth it. I hadn’t planned on seducing him to my bed at the beginning but if this is what I get for trying that hard to get him to be mine, then I guess I did right.

"We've got the whole week." Bruno stroked his wet cock. He was too turned on, too eager to fuck her. He spun her around, and bent her over the couch. Vivian’s short skirt was hiked up around her waist. Bruno could see soaked white panties. He pushed the panties to the side. Vivian's smooth, shaved pussy glistened with her wetness. Damn it! Her fat pussy was always a delight to look at. Bruno rubbed his tip up and down her slit, teasing her.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

I wanted this to work because I didn’t know if I’d be able to take him going into someone else’s arms for his needs. Then he dropped the book in front of me. I must say it was the height of seduction — the bare man in lace panties… lace panties. I’ve always wanted to try those, to see how they’d look on me. And the way he was tied up like a willing sacrifice. What could beat that? Is this the submission he wants? Where he can freely manipulate and take charge of my body like he did that night? My thighs clenched together on their own and I could hardly control my breathing.

He laughed and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her from the kitchen with the dinner entirely forgotten and she did not object because she had learned, over the past year, that some things were more important than not burning the onions. In the amber room he laid her down and took his time — his mouth unhurried against her throat, her collarbone, the soft skin of her stomach — and she moved under him with the easy responsiveness of someone who knew exactly where this went and had no interest in rushing to get there. "The book," she said at some point, breathlessly. "Is two hundred and forty pages," he said against her hip. "It can wait." She stopped arguing.

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

he complains while pulling down the pants she’s wearing. I widen my eyes and realize she’s wearing a tiny pair of panties, something I hate too, but she uses them to seduce me. While Hassan moves down between her legs, I run my hand over her body and reach the inside of her thigh. I lift her leg over mine and hold it, so Hassan can have full access to her pussy, which must be glistening by now.

“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.” I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines. The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them. “I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”