Pulling Panties Off 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.

He knew exactly what he’d done — brought me right to the brink and left me hanging there, throbbing and empty. I sat there panting, legs spread, pussy clenching around nothing, the denied orgasm pulsing painfully through my body. Tears of frustration pricked my eyes. His voice came again, rough and commanding. “Now take them panties off, Princess.” This time I didn’t hesitate. My hands shook as I reached under the gown, hooked my fingers into the waistband, and lifted my hips. The soaked lace slid down my thighs, cool air hitting my dripping, exposed pussy. I pulled them off completely and handed them to him, cheeks burning with shame and need.

Her body was a delight to me. "We're only taking off these panties today," I warned, and pulled the side ties of her panties, stepped back, removed the small fabric from the way and watched her in wonder for a while longer. "Sorry, little bee, but we're starting right here on this table, I can't wait any longer."

She’s proud, defiance etched on her beautiful face as she rubs her panty-covered pussy against my thumb. My chest cracks open, and if I’m not careful, all this goddamn longing will spill out and she’ll see before she’s ready. “So damp,” I grit out, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugging them down, down, down. Jasmine lifts her hips and helps me get them down her thighs. “These are ruined, baby. Let me take them off you.” Past her thighs, they come off easily, snagging only briefly on Jasmine’s one remaining high heel. Jaw clenched, I untangle them carefully and slip the scrap of ivory lace into my pants pocket.

"Please give them back." His hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out the panties. He dangled them in front of me. "Come get them."

Unable to breathe properly, I parted my lips slightly when he lowered himself and began leaving open mouth kisses between the valley of my breasts and kept moving lower and lower and stopped once he reached my panties. My breathing hitched as he kissed my dripping core through the fabric of my panties. Holding onto my things, he parted my legs and stared at my panty-clad core. Even if I wanted to, I didn’t avert my gaze. I looked at him, staring at my core lustfully. I couldn’t stop the tingling sensation that spread through my body. He slid one of his hands up to the waistband of my panties and tugged on them and pulled them out all at once and threw them away somewhere in the room.

"Your panties are soaked with your juices. Soaked panties cling to your little flower tracing beautiful shapes." He rubbed my pussy with his fingers and I spilled out a loud moan. "Lift your little ass. Okay? My baby." He squeezed my panties, intending to pull it off. I was too shy to know what to say, so I could only lift my ass to let the panties leave my body smoothly. "Oh my god, is your little mouth flooding?" He joked. He carried my panties and felt the weight of it. He tossed the panties to the other side and bent down on his knees between my legs. He leaned over and blew a soft breath of hot air into my core. His lips were only a short distance from my pussy.

The cock sprang free, huge and thick, the bulbous head shining with the fluid that was already dripping down the length. The sight made me squeeze my thighs tightly. My pussy throbbed, the panties already completely soaked. “Your turn.” He said, his voice a growl. “Take off the panties. I want to see you.” I brought my hands to the waistband of the black lace. I lifted my legs slowly, knees bent, feet planted on the mattress. I slid the panties down my thighs with provocative slowness, alternating one leg and then the other. When the piece finally came off, I threw it in his direction.

I’ve been thinking about those panties since that day at the hot springs, and this time, when I slide my thumbs beneath the waistband at either side of her hips, she doesn’t stop me from peeling them down. I drag them down her thighs, her legs pressing together modestly as I slide them all the way off over her booted feet, slyly tucking them into the back pocket of my pants. Mine. Then I pull off her boots one by one, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor with a resounding clunk.

He moved downwards and began to take off her panties in a slow motion. "It's time to eat up down there!"