Petticoated Stories Novels & Stories

Stepping to Bianca and taking her arm, twisting it lightly behind her back, the Irishman grunted hoarsely, “Ah Pet…” Her pupils dilated, and she looked up at him. St Just stepped forward and pressed his erection into her soft belly as he growled, “Who are we, Pet?” She liked her lisp nervously, but in truth, she could feel the adrenaline, the excitement soar. It had been a few weeks since they had made clove. Either she had been too tired, or the Masters had other things to deal with. Now she licked her lips and said, her spine tingling in anticipation,

By then, she was in her panties and bra alone and he soon told her to discard of them. “Oh, God,” she slipped out, shivering. Caleb ignored her plea and watched as she took off the last of her clothing items and held on to them tight. “Good,” he said, satisfied. “Stand straight, Ireti, please. I want to see all of you.” She did as instructed and try not to cry or suck in her bulging stomach. “Touch yourself,” came the next order. This time, her voice came out teary and pleading. This was humiliation. “Caleb, please,”

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Hence, the police had not been able to get rid of them completely. Thomas had never given that website much thought, but when he saw the flower tattoo on Pete’s arm, he immediately had a bad feeling. If his assumption was correct, Pete might be related to that overseas pornography website. Then, this photography studio was most probably a wolf in sheep's clothing. It looked like they were taking photos of women, but they might be secretly playing tricks. While Thomas contemplated, Pete led the ladies in choosing their clothes. Pete picked out a pink princess dress for Emma. “Miss, I think you can try dresses in this style. Maybe it will bring you a new experience.”

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

"Wow, today is my lucky day! I found a fancy jacket in a recycling bin near some expensive houses! "It was dirty and smoky, but it looked expensive. "I'll clean it up, and it'll be perfect for my Frank." Someone in the group said, "That jacket belonged to an old man, the father of a wealthy coal company owner. They were clearing out his old stuff after he passed away. I didn't even dare to touch it!" "Stuff from someone who's passed away? Who knows if it's got germs on it? How could you let your son wear it?"

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

Then she slid her shorts and panties down her legs, standing completely naked in front of him except for her cute glasses. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about being my first cock, Jackson,” she said softly, her voice turning husky. “I’ve already broken my hymen. I did it with a thick cucumber after watching a p**n video where a girl fucked herself with one. I’ve kept it a secret from all my friends. They still think I’m just the innocent virgin bookworm who only studies and touches herself… but I’ve been addicted to p**n for years, wondering what a real dick would feel like stretching my pussy. Now I want you to be the one to fuck me.”

But today I was thoroughly transfixed by the way the peach-colored bra offset her lovely, creamy skin. I wanted to know if she had peach-colored panties. “Up,” I told her, nodding at her skirt. Tess said, “Yes, Sir,” and raised the thing up to her waist. My eyes went wide. My jaw dropped. I gulped. My secretary wasn’t wearing peach-colored panties. In fact, she wasn’t wearing a damn thing under that skirt. Not even pubic hair—not a whisper of it. Her red lips twisted in a smile. She panted slightly, obviously pleased. “I shaved this morning after you left for work,” she said. “Do you like it?”

I command, my tone assertive, leaving no room for hesitation as I beckon her towards me. She instantly complies, positioning herself on the desk in front of me. My eyes sweep over her as I slowly tug on the strings of her bottoms until they come undone, and then I do the same to the top. I toss them aside, marveling at the naked goddess before me, wearing my collar and ring.