Thong Novels & Stories

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

He had been drugged. “But like all loan sharks out there…I want something in return.” Khun Thong’s smile told him that he had his prey exactly where he wanted him. “But don’t worry…I’m not deducting interest in money. I’ll give you 50,000 baht…but in return, you have to be mine for the rest of the month.” Kit shook his head, trying yet again to get away. The chairs scraping against the floor caused a shrill noise as Kit stood up, ready to leave and Khun Thong stood with him, his hands still holding onto the boy with enough force to leave bruises.

He rubs, and he rubs until I'm gushing out from being so damn freaking aroused. "I need you," I whisper. "Please stop teasing me." Thail chuckles. We are no longer perfectly aligned. Thail is much bigger than me, so I stare into his chest, but I can still hear his husky, seductive voice. "Is your cunt always this slick around me?" No, that should be illegal! He said the word "cunt," and that's so freaking hot that I'm squirming from his deep voice. "Thail..." I whisper. "Please..."

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 heaved a sigh of relief, happy I was not late after checking my wrist-watch and went inside. When I got in, the eyes that turned to me stuck and stared in awe. “Isn’t he Todd?” I heard. “I never thought I’d see him physically?” “ Isn’t he so hot?” I ignored the attention. As I said, I have had enough of wasting time this morning. I saw and went over to Tanner, a big round man. “Hey pretty boy, you are here already?” were his first words to me. He was extremely hairy and this almost hid his white skin. He was wearing a yellow apron and white shirt under. His trousers were black.

Quill kept his teeth buried in Hawk's skin as his hand never stopped. Hawk's breathing hitched, his voice breaking as he stuttered, "Oh shit, I'm about to—fuck, Quill, I'm about to..." Quill growled, the sound reverberating through Hawk's skin as he nodded against him. His teeth remained clamped down, his grip on Hawk firm as he thrust harder, matching the urgency in Hawk's voice. Hawk's hips bucked, his muscles locking as his release tore through his body and mind. His body tightened impossibly around Quill's cock, pulling him deeper with every shudder until he couldn't move unless Hawk did.

“Yes, this bra is perfect for you. We will take one in every color and get some matching panties as well. We should get you some matching thongs as well.” A shiver runs up my spine. “Are you okay, Sam?” I let out a small cough. “Yes, I’m fine.” “Are you sure, because as soon as I meant thongs, you went pale. Do you have something against them?” How do I explain that I was programmed not to wear thongs because only whores wore them? “No, I don’t have anything against thongs. I’m just not used to wearing them.” “Well, that’s fine. Most women find them comfortable and

Alex decided to look around for Amanda, he could ready tell that only more drama was to come. ~~~~~~~ "Yeah, right there Josh!" Amanda threw her head back, her mouth opened in a wide moan, she opened her eyes and looked down, enjoying the view of Josh buried between her thighs. "Fuck!" Her grip on the sheets tightened, her toes curled as he orgasm built up. "Y—yes! Right there!" Her whole body shook as she released her juices into the waiting mouth of the face between her thighs. She bit her lips and gave a low chuckle as she came back from her orgasmic journey.

He grunted as he retrieved his robe and socks from a nearby wardrobe, tossed them her way, and left. Morgan chose the items that seemed the least racy. She crossed the hall and let herself into the bathroom, golden cami and thong in hand, and set about changing. The new thong was tiny. All lace as it wound around her hips, bisected the cheeks of her ass, and edged the legs of the garment. The fabric covering everything else…totally sheer. The mirror in the bathroom showed her the explicit way the outrageously feminine lace framed the red curls over the delta between her legs, showcasing the fiery color. It was designed to make a