Tear Away Pants Red Novels & Stories

Down to the fucking letter. My dick jerked as my balls tingled. Fighting to push down the excitement, I hurried to the bar area. My clothes were sitting there on the bar. Or what was left of Ivan's pants. Thankfully, the bastard had made me wear some of his club clothes. I'd forgotten all about them. When I shook the pants out, I laughed out loud when I saw the crotch and inseams had been removed. Essentially it was a skirt with oddly shaped panels around the outside of my legs. I stepped into the wide band of elastic, pulled them up to my hips.

Because with him, maybe she was finally safe. She rolled the condom on then leaned in, kissing him just as deeply before. "These need to go," he growled and grabbed her panties at the hip. She opened her mouth to mention how stretchy they were, but her words dried up on her tongue at the sudden ripping sound. "There." He sounded so satisfied. For a second she stared at the now ruined panties. He'd ripped them up one side. Ripped. These were the no seams, expensive, panty-line-less kind. And he just ripped it to bits like it was nothing, then flicked the fabric out of the way.

I sighed. “That is true.” She smiles. “Well I have something for you, and it may be a bit distasteful, but you can decide if you want to wear it.” She brings her hands forward, revealing a vibrant red fabric. She unfolds it, and reveals a beautiful gown. There were splatters of a darker red shade along the fabric. I usher the masseuse away, as I get on to my feet. Teyana has never seen my naked body before, but at this point, I was getting quite used to it. I walked over to her, putting the fabric between my fingers.

I moaned again, rolling my hips in rhythm with his fingers while rubbing my hand over him at the same rhythm. I gasped as with a growl, his hand that had been on my breast grabbed my capris waist, and he tore them, the shreds pooling at my ankles. Holy shit, that was hot! With one hand, this man just tore my cotton capris. “I liked those….” I tried to tease. “I’ll buy replacements.” he growled, nipping at my ear pressing against me. I moaned again as I realized it wasn’t just my capris he tore. My bare ass was feeling the fabric and the zipper of his slacks pressing into it. He ripped my underwear! “Someone’s eager tonight.” I teased, blinking at how breathless and needy my voice sounded.

“I can feel how much you need this… how hard you’re getting for me.” I gave his ass another firm squeeze before letting go. “Now take off those pants. Slowly.” Riven’s hands trembled slightly as he obeyed, pushing his pants down his hips and letting them pool at his ankles before kicking them away. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, the thin fabric doing little to hide the obvious bulge straining against it. His cheeks were flushed a deep pink, and he looked so shy, so exposed, that a fresh wave of heat surged through me.

One of his hands hooked under the delicate, wet, lacey fabric of my thong, his knuckles brushing against my swollen, aching pussy. The brief, direct contact sent an electric shiver up my spine, making my hips jerk subconsciously against the couch. But he wasn't interested in working around the barrier anymore. His second hand came down, gripping the other end of the red lace fabric. He gave a sudden, powerful twist of his wrists—and then, he ripped. The sound of clothes tearing filled the quiet room, echoing off the high ceiling like a small explosion. The red lace gave way instantly, shredding under the brute strength of his hands.

He bunched my skirt upward as the protest fell apart in my mouth, unconvincing even to me. Especially when my hips lifted to make it easier for him to slide the skirt past it. Soon, it gathered at my waist, my legs wide apart and Gavin eye level with the last thing standing between us. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my red lace thong. "Such pretty panties. I hope they’re not your favourite.” Then he ripped it.

I stripped off the torn dress, stuffed it deep into a plastic bag, and threw it away like it might take the memory with it. Then I scrubbed—hard. Over and over. My skin turned red, my knuckles raw, but nothing could remove what had already been done. But then I saw the blood. And it wouldn't stop.

He wiggled them in my face until I swatted him away, giggling despite myself. “And before you can answer,” he continued, practically vibrating with excitement, “if you say trousers, then I’m leaning toward leather. Leather pants. Hot. Iconic.” He flashed his dimpled grin before suddenly frowning, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Wait… leather’s hard to get out of, isn’t it?” I laughed so hard I nearly toppled over. “Well… yeah. I think so.” “Okay, scrap that!” he declared, tossing them aside like they’d burned him. “I don’t want to create extra work for Aiden.”

I bet that if a pin actually dropped then I would hear it too. “Strip” his voice cold just as I have come to know it, I couldn’t turn back to look at him because then I would be more scared of him than I am right now. I slowly took off the black t-shirt I was wearing revealing my red bra, it was hard to take off my jeans because I had overgrown them and they were tightly pressed to me body but luckily he was patient with him. All that was left was my matching set of Mira secrets, a red bra and a red panty.