Stories Of Men Wearing Panties นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I lifted up my skirt to show myself off, and a few of the men fell to their knees to get a closer look. A rough hand gripped my thigh, and another gripped my arm. I was surrounded by so many of them while they admired my body. I showed off my little camel toe and the wet patch that was forming on the front of my undies while the men drooled over me. I showed them my lopsided wedgie and my round asscheeks. They were reacting so well to the way I looked in my white cotton panties, that I didn’t even take them off right away.

I spread my legs for him an I saw his eyes get big when he saw I didn't have panties on. When class was over, everybody was leaving and he said, "Uh, could you stay after class for a minute?" "Sure." When everybody was gone he said, "Come here." He walked into the storage room and when I walked in he shut and locked the door. "Why are you not wearing panties and showing me your pussy?"

“You won’t be wearing them anymore.” It took me a while to resolve his words completely in my mind, and I looked at him in horror, “Please… Give me back my panties… I can’t go back there like this.” I started to plead. I saw the way those two young men stared at me, how could I sit panty-less in that room full of predators? The masked man didn’t listen to my pleas, dragged me back to the locked room, and pushed me inside with cruelty.

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

The man on his knees reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. I about had a stroke when Tammie lifted her feet one at a time to voluntarily step out of her panties, leaving nothing between the men on the dance floor and her pussy. The panties where tossed around a bit before they where brought to me and I was told, "Mira lo mojadas que estan." 'See how wet they are.' Then he put them in my mouth. I was flabbergasted to find them soaked with pussy juice.

He sat up and smiled down at her, he eyed her Mickey Mouse and Minnie panties and scoffed in amusement. ‘How childish!, to seduce me with such a pant! I thought they usual dress up lingeries to seduce men, I don’t think this beauty over her got that memo’. He thought to himself. Her Mickey Mouse pant aroused him more in the past few minutes than all those models that tried to seduce him in lingeries. Then suddenly, all the thoughts of the pant and anything else left his mind as he concentrated on the sexiness in front of him.

“And my clothes?” “Torn. I had to throw them away.” “All of them?” “The corset was in three pieces. The skirt was stained with fluids. The panties…” He smiled. “The panties were a victim of my tail. I’m sorry.” “You’re not sorry at all.” “I’m not.” He agreed. I dialed Jess’s number while I got dressed. I managed to put on the panties and bra before she answered, but the sweatpants and t-shirt waited. Sitting on the edge of the bed, with my back to Mortyss, I listened to the phone ring.

Of course. I rolled my eyes but stood up anyway. I was barely dressed too- just a thin nightie that barely covered my fat ass, my titties spilling out from the plunging neckline. My pussy was bare too. I didn't like wearing panties in my room. I masturbated every minute of the day, my fingers in my cunt. So, panties were just going to get in the way. The second I cracked the door open, Flynn pushed inside and yanked me into a bone crushing hug.

“I’ll manage. It would help if you’d put on a bathrobe…or something besides white panties.” “I bet it would, but just so you know I own nothing but white panties. It’s a football tradition I picked up in high school and it’s worked so well I won’t be replacing with another color anytime soon.” This doesn’t help my painfully hard dick. All I can picture is a drawer filled with silky white. Damn. I rest the bag in front of her and pull out everything I brought, which includes napkins. “I heard about your run-in with a couple of players today.”

Their chubby faces, missing teeth plus hilarious squealing couldn't have felt any less rippling yet they were adorable. Everybody was in white just as myself. None the less mine was of a unique design whiles all else was just plain. The men wore white pants with sampled striking carved abs. "Ooh! Hooo! " whiles the younger male wore shorts whereas the females were covered fully in simple gowns with deep cut from the hip to toe.