Novel & Cerita Peed Pants

Pathetic and hot at the same time. "I... Sarah, I can explain," he stammered, my panties still dangling from his fingers. "Explain?" I laughed, walking closer until I stood right beside the bed. I towered over him in my tight gym clothes, my sports bra pushing up my full breasts and my leggings hugging my thick thighs. "There is no explanation. You are a sick pervert who steals his stepmom's dirty panties. Now put those panties back on your face where they belong and tell me exactly what you do with them every time I leave the house."

She gestured to an aisle and wisely backed away. Now, I don’t know Christiana’s underwear size and honestly, that’s not knowledge I want to have. So I panicked and went for variety. Small, medium, large, something called “boyshorts” that I didn’t understand but figured might be safe. I tossed in a packet of pads for good measure and made my way to the register.

"I love you too." "Urgh... Why can't I just get the right clothes?", I said obviously frustrated. "Just wear something already. You've been going through your closet for the past 1 hour and you haven't gotten the right one." "It's because I've outgrown my clothes and I since I've arrived, I haven't gotten time to go shopping. This is frustrating!"

Zane shucked his trousers, leaving himself in nothing but underwear. Seeing this, Trey pressed his hand to his heart and smiled. “You wore my favorites.” The boxer briefs were black Calvin Kleins with a white waistband. Zane preferred Hugo Boss, but Trey had fetishized the former brand during his teenage jack off days. Exploiting this, Zane teased his fingers under the stretchy band. “Why don’t you finish stripping and then help me?”

I say as I admire him looking stylish and hot. "I'll choose for you," he says and looks through my suitcase the find me some white shorts that go mid-thigh and a pink button up shirt that he tells me to half button up. He hands me my speedos and I shake my head. "No way," I laugh because I'm not wearing those in front of people. "Come on please," he says and I shake my head again. "But I have no dick to fill them out," I whine. "You've got a packer, wear that," he says and I blush. A packer is like a fake soft dick that I put in the front of underwear to look like I have a bulge.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.

I gloried in his spunk filling me up. "Oh, yes," I moaned as he fired the last of his cum into me. "Oh, that's good. Mmm, I know who wants a lap dance--" "Ms. August," gasped Pita, one of the cheerleaders. She had changed into her slutty uniform, the skirt so short it flashed the thong she wore that hugged her pussy. A boob tube clung to her breasts. She wore her red ribbon about her neck like a choker. "Can you... Can you teach me how to be a stripper?"

She had to admit the bed was extremely comfortable and her new pajamas were divine. She pulled out a beige La Perla bra and panty set from the dresser and put them on. It had a flower design that looked as though the flowers were exploding fireworks of intricate lace. The bra was sheer beige and had a long line of lace that wrapped around her ribs with scalloped edges. The panties were also sheer lace with the same flower explosion pattern and a beige panel in the middle.

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

They looked like four-inch torture devices to him. "Will I be able to walk?" She slipped them on with a smile. "Probably not, so I'll carry you to Cheri's door." Another bag in the closet held his clothes. He quickly pulled the pants on and zipped them up. "Do men wear panties?" He turned her way laughing. "Yes, we wear panties but we give them the more masculine name of briefs or boxers. I prefer briefs but I also like to dress so I can disrobe quickly. It's an alpha thing but having you, it's now a get out of my clothes quickly for sex thing."