Novel & Cerita Peed Panties

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

I ask, my fingers wrapping around the impossibly thin waistband of her crimson panties. “Five-hundred-something,” she replies, his voice high and thin in her chest. A ridiculous amount for such a small speck of fabric, but I’ve bought bottles at the club for ten times that price. I tear them off her hips, flinging them onto the floor. “No panties, tonight, darling.”

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

And then there was what was between those thighs. I reached up awkwardly and tugged her black Adidas running shorts down her legs, revealing a canary yellow pair of Victoria's Secret athletic panties with a black waistband, clinging to her ass. They looked incredibly sexy, but they had to go, too. I tugged at that waist band, and they slid with difficulty down her thighs to her knees, along with the shorts.

The low light clung to my skin, tracing the lace of the black lingerie. It felt like a second skin, clinging, whispering promises with every breath. The panties, a mere suggestion of fabric, offered a tantalizing peek through the small keyhole cut into the crotch. My reflection stared back, a woman on the precipice, primed for a fall. Anticipation hummed in my veins, a dark, sweet melody. Anything tonight. Everything.

’ ‘Yes, Master,’ I’d replied, my hands shaking so badly I could barely type. ‘And wear what I tell you to. I’ve sent you a link. Buy it. Wear it. Nothing else.’ The link was to a high-end lingerie store. The set was made of black silk and delicate lace. A suspender belt, sheer stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties that were so slutty they made my face burn just looking at them. I’d bought them, my hands trembling as I entered my credit card details. The package had arrived today, a plain brown box that felt like it was ticking.

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

It was. The panties were incredibly revealing. I had never seen anything like them. They were shaped like a butterfly, but the center was completely open, as if a hole had been cut through it. Like the matching bra, they were expertly crafted with a long, lovely lace bow on top. Despite their beauty, I couldn't fathom how sexy they were. You couldn't even call them underwear. I looked at him in shock, only to see a wicked glint in his eyes. "I’ve dreamed of seeing you in this so many times."

"You're trying to drive me crazy. I try to hold myself back, then you come at me like that and you don't expect me to lose it?" His right hand went from my neck to my bare back and underneath the bunched up dress at my waist to Palm my rear. The panties I had on weren't anything special but it was lacy. I chose it because I didn't want pant lines showing from my dress. It was the type that covered my butt cheeks horizontally leaving lots of room. Luka seemed to appreciate them and gave a loud groan when he felt them. Then he roughly tugged at the waistline, pulling them down. I raised my hips to assist him.

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.