Pantyhose Seduction Stories Novels & Stories

“Answer me.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Mr. Holt.” A low, growling sound vibrated in his throat. “You’re going to be a problem,” he whispered, biting down on my shoulder. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing my lace panties. “You’re soaked.” “You did this,” I choked out, clinging to the wall as his fingers circled my cl*t. He pressed his body into mine. “I haven’t even started yet.” He spun me around, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and walked us to his massive desk. Papers flew as he swept them off with one hand and set me down on the edge. He knelt, hooking his fingers in my panties and dragging them down slow.

He rubbed on his lips and I gasped when his finger threatened the strap of my negligee. I purred when he sucked my skin in between his lips and he groaned. He shivered when I dug my fingernails deep into his shoulders. This felt so nice! A knot tied in my stomach when his lips pressed below my earlobe. His fingers then grazed on my bare arms downwards to my hips. He then grasped the pound of flesh beneath my thigh and drew my leg around his torso, still squeezing me beneath my thigh very, very close to my butt.

She resisted moaning as she became aware of her thighs and her thigh-high stockings that didn’t need a garter belt. She hated wearing pantyhose, and garters were a hassle. These stockings had silicone bands that prevented them from falling, and the lacy ones made her feel sexy with no one else knowing. That made her aware of what lay between her thighs and how she felt her excitement liquifying there and her own needs returning. He’d only messed with her a few hours ago and again. Michael conveyed his demanding desire through a single glance. She wanted to get down on her knees and do whatever he wanted if he’d only ease the need building in her that his passionate hunger started.

The longing to be filled intensified, prompting me to add another finger, causing a tingling sensation that made my knees go numb. My fingers clung tightly to the curtains as my body shuddered, unable to withstand the intensity of the pleasure. Gradually, my pace quickened, and I inserted more rapidly. Wetness coated my fingers swiftly, and moans escaped my lips, each one echoing the heightened sensations coursing through me.

"Kneel." Helen's knees buckled before her mind caught up, skirt hiking as she dropped to the concrete floor cold abrading skin through nylons. The good-girl voice whimpered *run*, but her pussy throbbed, dampening her panties instantly. Rico spread his legs wide, palming the thick bulge straining his zipper. "Crawl. Show me how bad you need this gangster cock."

His middle finger traced the seam of my pussy through the damp cotton. My body betrayed me instantly as a wet heat flooded my panties and my hips tilted towards him. “Your mouth says no, but your cunt says yes.” He whispered in my ear, his breath fanning against it. I bit my lower lip hard and tried so fucking hard to anchor myself. But his fingers were already hooking the waistband of my panties, pulling them aside. The cool air hit my bare folds, then his fingers, two of them slid through my slickness and gathered my wetness.

he whispered, the confession seeming to shame him. Francine’s grin widened. Perfect. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the frantic heartbeat beneath. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.” Her other hand went to his belt, unbuckling it with swift, practiced moves. “You have a big cock, Harry. I saw it. Let me see it properly.” She undid his trousers, pushed them open. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, curving up against his stomach. It was magnificent—long, with a smooth, flushed head. Francine moaned softly at the sight. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Similarly, I found Yuna's smooth soft white pantyhose and her black kitten heels very arousing as well, and so my gaze moved from one woman's sexy legs to the other. Both of them must have noticed the special attention I provided to their pantyhose-encased legs, because they dropped their shoes and started to tease me with their pantyhosed feet, Susan from my left and Yuna from my right side. The teasing went on and on, and at one point both of their feet landed at the bottom of my crotch, pushing against my balls and then my already rock hard boner.

She moved backwards glaring at him eyeball to eyeball,he followed her , their gaze at each other only meant how they wanted to devour themselves. Her legs hit the sofa and her ass bounced on it. Central cee leaned closer as he lay her on the sofa spreading her legs apart . Pleased with the sight before him, he took off his vest. He reached for his trouser and pulled them off with his boxers immediately and his hard hot dog came bouncing out, thick veins were already popping. Without staring at her face, he went on his knees and began to eat her pussy like his life depended on it . If there was anything he loved about shaxxy was the way she gets wet for him and wants more.

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.