Take Off Panties Novels & Stories

I started twerking, hoping it would be more difficult for him to keep a grip on my ass. I felt dad's fingers grip the sides of my thong panties. He pulled the panties out, ripping the thin material with ease. Just like that, I now had no panties and was completely exposed. He threw my panties onto the floor, telling me, "Usually strippers are naked. I want the full experience. Is that OK?"

I question him. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me momentarily. “You want to play first, then go check things out?” He confirms. “Exactly.” I agree. He kisses me deeply and allows his fingers to explore my body. “What in the world?” He asks, sitting up promptly and looking at the missing material from my panties. “These came with an opening just for me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “They sure did. They are called crotchless panties.” I state. “I am going to explore these.” He declares and then does until he tires of them and rips them from my body.

I used my teeth to tear off the nightie until it was shredded into small pieces of fabric on the floor. Her white transparent lacy bra made me lick my mouth dry and I unclasped it from behind. “Take off your panties!” I gave more like a command than a request. I was upset that she still wore panties even when I told her not to. She looked down and used her hands to slide her panties off her long sexy juicy thighs and legs.

ONLY ON HER KNEES (2) •••••••••• “Take off your clothes” I said. “Yes, baby,” she replied, already moving. She undid her pants and let them fall to her ankles, then kicked them aside. I released my grip on her neck so she could pull her shirt off. My hands went straight to her hips. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her panties, my fingers brushing the curve of her ass.

Her face twitched a bit. I inhaled the pleasant scent, closing my eyes and opening them. I rested my eyes on her. She is looking dumbfounded. I lowered the panties and smirked. She kept staring at me. I tore the fucking panties effortlessly. "No...." "Shhhh," I hushed, tossing the panties away. Her eyes followed them and they brimmed. "Listen, shawty." She kept staring at her panties. "Look at me damn it!" She obeyed.

"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. "Can I kiss your little

“Just fuck me already.” His dark chuckle vibrated between us. “Take off your skirt,” he ordered in a husky voice. My breathing hitched and I straightened up. My movements frantic, I pulled the side zipper down, and the skirt slid down my body, dropping to the floor. “Panties.” The word clipped. His control hung by a thread. I wanted to push him. Have him unleash it all and have me experience it all with him. Hooking my fingers through the straps of my lacy panties, I pushed them down my hips. The lacy garment slipped to my ankles, and I stepped out of them.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

The slow way he takes them off makes me breathless. "Let me take your sneakers off." I step out of them and he guides each of my red colored converses out of the jeans, then tosses them to the side. When his hands close over the edge of my black boy-short panties, his mouth runs along my lower belly. I moan loudly, feeling my desire for him between my partially parted legs. I clench my core, feeling my need to feel him inside me again. His tongue runs up my stomach and he slips my panties over my hips, letting them fall to the floor effortlessly.