Soaked Thong Novels & Stories

“Holy fuck. Look at that sloppy mess. Your little thong is ruined. Take it off Kyra. I want to see that bare, dripping cunt you’ve been teasing me with all semester.” I lifted my ass off the chair and hooked my fingers into the sides of the thong. I peeled it down my smooth legs, letting the soaked fabric pull away from my swollen lips with a wet, sticky sound. When the thong was completely off, I dropped it on the floor and spread my legs even wider. Using two fingers, I parted my slick pink folds so he could see everything. My clit was swollen and shiny, my tight hole twitching and leaking thick, creamy juice that ran down toward my asshole.

My skirt followed, shimmying down my hips until I stood there in just my soaked black thong. Troy’s eyes raked over me like I was his property, dark and hungry, lingering on my hard nipples, the curve of my waist, the wet spot darkening the crotch of my panties. “Thong too, baby girl. Show me that pretty pussy you sent me pictures of.” I hooked my thumbs in the lace and peeled it down, stepping out of it on trembling legs. Cool air hit my shaved, glistening folds, and I whimpered at how exposed I felt—completely bare for him in the middle of his office.

My tits bounced wild, skirt flapping to flash arse; thong tugged my clit with each yank. Bedroom door slammed; he shoved me onto the mattress—bouncing on silk sheets, dress riding to waist, thong exposed: soaked crotch dark, lips outlined puffy. He loomed over, chest heaving, sweat dripping from brow onto my thigh. Cock raged in shorts—nine-inch monster outlined full, head leaking through mesh, balls heavy swing. "Jake, you're scaring me," I whimpered coy, knees parting "in fear"—thong stretching taut, cameltoe obscene, clit pulsing visible. Heart hammered thrill; this was it, line crossed.

I said, giving them a bright smile. I ran my palm over the comforter, bending enough to let the slit of my dress come up higher. Fuck!!! If they looked closely they could clearly see my wet cunt encased in my thong. "The bed is firm too. Lots of support for any activity your guests or you guys venture on." My eyes locked in on Mark's, moving my body back and forth mimicking someone being fucked. Mark's gaze dropped between my legs. I could see when he sighted my soaked thong because his cheeks churned red.

I slowly traced my fingers through the delicate, red lace-covered skin, feeling the liquid heat radiating from her. She was completely soaked, the thin lace of her thong thoroughly drenched in her sweet, musky arousal. The moment my fingertips made contact with her highly sensitive center, pressing gently through the wet lace, Sienna gasped. The sound cut through the quiet room, music to my ears.

Then, he let go of my neck, lowering himself to the wet floor to tug the sheer fabric off my feet. Cool air hit me, and goose pimples rose on my flesh. He spread my legs one hand and hooked a finger on the elastic of my thong. He pressed a kiss to my thigh, and I shuddered above him. “You’ve asked me twice if I liked it when we fucked.” The thong followed the pantyhose, dropping to the wet tiles with water rushing toward the drain. The sound of Niko’s deep timbre bounced off the walls, mingling with the harsh patter of water from the shower.

I grabbed a towel and turned to go out the sliding glass doors. When I turned my back Elijah started choking again. I turned .. surprised .. and frowned. “You okay?” I asked. “Holy shit why didn’t you warn me?!” He said, shaking his head. It took me a moment then I realized he had just seen the back of the bikini which was called a ‘micro thong’ and pretty much showed literally everything. I smiled and walked out the door. After carefully checking the water temperature I crawled into the warm bubbles and sighed. Wow this was unreal. I’d been freezing so the hot water almost lulled me to sleep immediately. I poured some wine into my glass then lit a cigarette I’d brought. Then I took in the v

The fabric of my thong which I secretly put on was soaked through. Gosh…I couldn't wait.

I was soaking. My hands gripped onto the railing while he pumped two fingers in and out of my pussy; it wasn't intense enough to make me cum, but it was enough to make me soak through my lacey thong. He took his time, letting his fingers go deep into my cunt, making sure that I could feel what they were doing to me. I was panting and groaning, feeling so conflicted that this was feeling so good. He then slowly pulled his fingers out and teased the lips of my pussy. He had me dripping.

Ooh…tell me more about this thong. Black. Lacy. She used so few words but described so much. Are they wet? I wasn’t afraid to say anything to this woman, to speak my mind and be the pervert I was. I felt like I owned her even though I hardly knew her. If I did own her, her husband would be dead and she’d be in bed with me, wearing my t-shirt and the thong I’d picked out for her. They were…until I changed them. So I’d just missed the show. Then you must miss me.