Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

"Caleb, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Vivienne Cross, the administrative director, shoved her way out of the crowd in a pair of red-bottom stilettos. The evening gown she had custom-ordered for the holiday party looked tight across her chest and waist now, pulled stiff by her anger. "Have you lost your mind?" she snapped. "Mr. Whitlock was just joking. He was keeping the party alive. What the hell are you doing?" She jabbed a finger toward my face, so close she almost touched my nose.

Please, help me. He pulls my panties down to my knees.

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

He slid a finger under the waistband of her panties and tugged. “Lift for me,” he said and she complied after a small hesitation. He tugged her panties free, dragging them off her legs and dropping them on the floor. Then he coasted his hand back up her leg. She squeezed her thighs together and he nipped at her breast again, the small sting reminding her who was in charge. “Open your legs, sweetheart,” he said and after a moment’s hesitation, she complied.

With a slow, deliberate turn, I dropped my panties, allowing them to pool around my ankles, briefly displaying my buttocks in all their glory before pulling them back up, a tease designed to heighten the tension. A loud sigh escaped Roberts, a sound of profound release and renewed anticipation. His gaze remained transfixed, a silent trance, as he intently continued stroking his cock, his eyes burning into me. He, once again, his voice a low rumble, commanded me to pull down my panties and remove them entirely.

Rubbing myself against him, I let him know with my body how pleasurable it is to have his hands on me, to feel him possess me with his hands. He squeezes my thighs in response as he pulls me into him tighter, his fingertips now edging my panties as his short nails scrape along my skin. With a sudden snap, he pulls both sides of my undies, breaking the delicate strings that keep the tiny garment together. Before it can fall to the floor, he hooks the panty strings around his fingers as he eases them away, stealing them from my body like a master thief of lace and satin. I gasp as he spins me around, the breeze beneath my skirt tickling my neither region with its delicious coolness. My pretty

I sucked on it gently. Trailing my hand back up the front of her panties, I hooked a finger on the waistband before bringing my other hand up to do the same. I pulled them down, breaking my hold on her neck. When they hit the floor, I put my hands on her waist and lifted her out of them.

In a momentary relief, I cup my breasts for a short moment to relish the freedom I feel whenever I strip myself of the restrictive piece. My hands slowly trail down my body until I hook my fingers under my panties. I scan their faces and grin as I turn around so my back faces them. Slowly, I pull my panties down, slide them down my legs and bend forward as I do. If a little show is what they want, that's precisely what they're getting. I'm fully aware that those three own me in every sense of the word in a matter of minutes, but I relish the grunts of approval behind me. Perhaps this is the most control I'll get over whatever the brothers plan, so I can enjoy that bit.

I took a deep breath and looked around, it didn’t seem like the people on the other side of the hall were looking at us. My heart was racing as I pushed my chair closer into the red material, then I took my right hand under the table. I began to slowly pull off my panties, it took time to get off my waist without making a scene, but the moment it got to my lower thighs, it was easy to pull it completely off. “I have taken it off,” I replied in a whisper as I held the panties tight in my palm. “Give it to me.” He requested “Huh?” “You heard me, Princess. Give it to me…” he instructed.

He drives, knuckles white on the wheel, but the mirror is a traitor, pulling his gaze back. I squirm deliberately, skirt inching higher with every shift. My fingers hook the lace edge of my panties, easing them down slow, the fabric dragging over my slick skin. I never break eye contact with the mirror. His gaze drops, locks, and darkens. “What are you doing?” His voice cracks through, rougher than gravel. “Taking off my panties,” I answer, low and unashamed, letting the lace dangle from one ankle before kicking it aside. “So you can watch. Maybe after I entertain you, you’ll add me to that list.”