Pleasure Panty Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if it’s just me but a brief whine of protest makes it to my ears, manly and breathy, when I draw out the final suck, Luca’s cock sliding out of my mouth with a pop. It jerks back, its pink cap nestling on the small of his abdomen, veins glinting with saliva, twitching. Can’t wait to be back where it belongs. There’s a sort of impatience as I dig my hands into the waistband of my jeans, after undoing the button and zipper of course, pulling it all the way down to my feet and stepping through it. It flies somewhere when I fling it away along with my panties, I didn’t care to look. It’s irrelevant for a moment like this.

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

Other items like rubber gimp-masks, chains, whips, leather corsets, butt-pugs where in full display on the shelf. This store totally has the whole range of sexual tools. Any toy or gadget you need to get off on, they have, and much more besides! My face burns red. Fuck. I don’t know who I feel more embarrassed for, myself or the lady at the counter who is putting on a blue shirt. She is clutching onto a copy of some 'How to pleasure your partner' magazine. Although I’m sure Stephen and I both look like soaking wet deviants who crawled in from a sewer, she gives us just the briefest of glances. I’m quickly convinced that she’s seen it all before. “Joesphine, look at this,” Stephen calls.

Her feet were attached to shackles in the floor that kept her spread open for my pleasure. Today she wore the red mesh panties that showcased the perfect globes of her ass beautifully. Her tits were clamped, the nipples stretched taut by the chains that held them in place. "Let's see how well you've learned." I ran the riding crop up between her thighs until the strip of leather at the end tickled her pussy through the sheer material of her underwear. She barely bit back the moan of pleasure as I went after her clit rubbing back and forth until her pussy juice stained the leather.

my fragrance for real, pantyliners, deodorant and a few other staffs including bubblegums and a chocolate. I turned to her, "Layla this wasn't necessary at all... you didn't.." She shrugged, "look you're a girl.. you needed some pads it's all good was just helping. If you don't want them I'm not taking them.. you can pay me back when you get paid. They cost R550..." And she was out. My jaw was on the floor at the price she mentioned.. and it was so fucken weird how she bought everything I use from pads even. Weird.

I love the rush of the tingles of pleasure that my eyes bring whenever I lay them on her. And god, laying them on her now is earning me a rather aching hard-on which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing, is sending my heart racing in only but one way. I believe they call it hotpants, well, believe me, they are hot, they are on fucking fire. Though let us not forget the tiny crop-top that she is wearing, giving my eyes the full view of that toned stomach that is only but glowing in the bright lights that cast down onto her.

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

“Good. You’ll feel every breeze. Every shift of your thighs. You’ll remember who owns that hole even when I’m not touching it.” I swallow hard. “Stockings next.” I roll them out. They’re long,up to mid-thigh, with a wide lace band at the top. “And the pouch.” I open it. Inside: a slim black plug. Stainless steel, flared base, a small red jewel at the end. “For later,” he says. “You’ll wear it under the panties. Keep you stretched. Keep you thinking about what’s coming.” My cock twitches against my zipper. “Dress for me now,” he orders. “Slowly. Describe every piece as you put it on.”

Forbidden Pleasures Hidden Affairs With My Married Boss 4 Just Pleasure Sara’s POV My hands were shaking as I stood outside his office door at exactly 8:12 p.m. I had changed into a simple black dress. He liked the one that hugged my curves and ended just above my knees. Underneath, I wore nothing. No bra. No panties. Just like he always wanted. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. I took a deep breath and knocked softly.

Dante smiled and took the vibrating panties up, staring at it with a smirk. Elena looked up at it, the sight of it was already making her pussy throb. “What's is that for daddy?” “This? It's a vibrating panties and daddy is going to use it on you.” Elena felt her pussy moisten a bit more and she stared at it with anticipation. anything that would be filling her cunt up by Dante’s command surely turned her on. “I am eagerly waiting,” she whispered and his brows quick. He gave her a not-so-innocent smirk. Then his brows suddenly knitted into three lines, and his voice as raspy as ever.