Pleasure Panty Novels & Stories

“As I do not possess such a marvellous orgasm button, this chastity panty with anal plug is out of the question. I’m sure some of you would be dying to test this out. If you like what I have and think your cake could fit into this tightie, please let me know. I’ll be choosing someone from the applications to mail this to. It comes with free Queenie DNA because I’m not going to wash this before sending it. My fingerprints may or may not be on it, so don’t complain.” Six and seven were rather obvious. Queenie wasn’t a huge fan of the unknown, and the chat was split halfway about the items’ ranks. Everyone knew that the electro-stimulation toys were on the bottom half of Queenie’s list based on

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"

Ten strokes on each side - buttocks, thighs, buttocks thighs. By now Dara was sobbing with pleasure and wriggling with need. He reached between her thighs to slide two fingers into her pussy, smiling in satisfaction when he found her dripping wet. He took a moment to step over to the chest again, retrieving a string of the anal beads he'd discovered she loved so much. Rubbing lubricant on them, he held them in one hand while he smoothed the other over her ass. "You like that new crop, girl?" She nodded, bobbing her head.

Matching crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination Sheer black thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and a tiny pleated skirt so short it would barely cover my ass. The fabric was luxurious, the kind that would cling to every inch of my skin. Next to it, nestled in more wrapping: a huge realistic dildo. Thick, veiny, at least eight inches, with a heavy base and balls. It looked expensive too.. A couple of other toys and a small bottle of lube rolled out beside it. My mouth went dry. My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. This was insane.

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

Good. I needed release. Badly. I stripped off my top and yoga pants, leaving just my soaked panties on for a moment. Grabbing my thick, realistic dildo from the nightstand drawer, I placed it on the bed. I lay back, legs spread, and slid my fingers down into my panties. One finger… then two… then three. I pumped them in and out, moaning softly at first, then louder as the pleasure built. My hips bucked, juices coating my hand.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

Her young body was clad just in a black Lacy panty and a thin, almost transparent t-shirt. The pink little buds of her breasts rose up and down with the steady rhythm of her chest. I couldn’t help touching her creamy thigh and trailing to her knee in a caressing motion. Her skin was so smooth and soft against my fingers. How would she feel between her legs? The soft black lacy panty was doing a poor job to hide her skin. The delicate and small slit of her pussy was peeking through the lacy fabric. Lust overpowered my reasoning. I found my hands moving towards the waistband of her panty and pull it down to her knees.

I gasped, my body trembled beneath his touch. The words barely left me before she reached for the waistband of my pink cotton panties. She gave them a slow, measured tug, dragging the fabric against my throbbing pussy with the cotton not failing to pull at my clit. The friction was tormented, silk-soft one moment, deliciously rough another moment. Back and forth. Slow, then firm. Every stroke sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over me repeatedly, twisting the pressure inside me impossibly tighter. The pleasure was too much and not enough all at once. My fingers clenched the sheets and my breath came in broken with uneven pants. She watched me with pleasure. Of course, she’d have doubted it j

I began begging as my hand would not stop rubbing my clit fast and hard. "Please... Please, daddies. Can... Can you see my panties?" I pulled my knees up to give an even clearer sight of my now soaked panties. The wet streak on the peach coloured panties was so obvious. "I can see how wet you are, you fucking slut" Luxuria got up to his feet, flyer undone and cock fisted in his hand. "You want to come, ugh?" Grayson asked, his breathing filled with pleasure and his hands moving in that sure way of self pleasuring.