Slimy Panties Novels & Stories

Winter got me good and it’s evident in how hard I am, thinking about sliding my hands into her panties. Damnit.

The door swung open and I almost dropped both fucking pizza boxes. There she stood — a thick, hot-as-fuck older BBW MILF who had to be twice my age. My eyes dragged slowly up her body like I was in a trance. She was rocking 4-inch black stiletto heels that made her legs look endless, dark curly blonde hair spilling past her shoulders, and long, fake red nails that screamed “I get fucked.” Her lips were painted the same deep slutty red, and she was sucking on a long Virginia Slim 120 like it was a cock. She wore tight animal-print latex leggings that hugged every thick inch of her massive thighs and fat juicy ass, and a skimpy black tube top that was barely containing two enormous tits. Her f

He says, deep and seductive. My body betrays me, welcoming his touch as he rubs the pads of his fingers along my slit, playing with the moisture he coaxes from me. I grip his biceps and press my nails firmly into his skin until I elicit just a trace of blood. When he notices the thin red stream trickling down his arm, it seems to turn him on. He moves his fingers in a circle around my clit before switching to a side-to-side and back-to-front motion, and I immediately melt into him. I can't fight him off, but I also can't consent. It's like I forget how to speak, because nothing comes out. He's got me paralyzed, hanging on by a fucking thread. I'm standing here, supported by his arms, while h

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.

I pretended I couldn’t see him, and turned slightly, arching my back just enough to push my tits out toward the glass, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. Down they went, sliding over my hips, then my ass, cheeks jiggling as the denim dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them in just my panties now — tiny white ones that barely covered my pussy lips. The thin fabric was practically see-through where it was wet, the outline of my smooth slit on full display.

Underneath she only wore the strange panties he had bought her, the red ones that were very thin at the back, really just a string that ran up the crack of her bottom. One of his hands started squeezing her exposed buttocks, first one and then the other, the fingers pushing at her hard muscles. The fingers slid up her bottom and got hold of the stringy straps of the panties, pulling them down her thighs and to the floor. His hands held her ankles and helped her step out of them. Hayley felt very disoriented now, as though she might fall, the music blaring in her ears.

She slid her hands to each of my hips, pushed my pants to the floor, and dropped them low, sliding down to the floor along with them. I physically gulped. She laughed, “We dancers are quite flexible.” “I can see that,” I grinned. I put my hand on her chin and beckoned her back up. She rose as gracefully as she had lowered. Fuck. My dick is twitching for her. “I think these need to come off,” I said, as I grabbed the edge of her panties. “Do it,” Kimmy purred. I bent down on one knee and grabbed the waistband with my teeth on one side, and then I hooked my finger under the lace on the other side. I ever so slowly dragged her panties down her thighs. Fuck. She had a pretty pussy.

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

"I'd rub my fat oily pussy, tits on face while you slap the shit out of me. You'd fuck my asshole to shreds, make it more loose." The man groaned, stroking his veiny shaft. " Good. Now pull your panties out of your cunt and shove them in your asshole." "Mhmhmm...." I whimpered like a dumb bitch as I slowly pulled out the soaked panties from my stretched cunt. They were drenched in cunt cream. I reached down, spreading my ass cheeks and started pushing the dirty panties into my loose pucker. " Uhh....they're going into my dirty shitter, mister."

“But first, I’m going to slide my fingers inside your panties and play with them.” I swallowed, my mind feeling a bit dizzy from his touch that the only reply I could think of right now is. “Yes,” I Breathed out, my stomach quivering under his fingertip. He ran his fingertips along the scalloped line of my panties, which match the color, and along the sides of my bra. He knows without asking that this is probably the most daring lingerie, and despite how modest it is—there are no straps or mesh or cut-outs or any of the usual trimmings that makes women’s underthings into confections of fun—it makes the entire effect more delicious somehow, more sinful.