Thong Novels & Stories

Elara Wang stood before the tall, silvery mirror in her cramped bedroom, staring at the stranger looking back at her. The sheer white gown clung to her voluptuous body like liquid silk, completely see-through under the dim light. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, dark pink nipples stiff and clearly visible, begging for attention. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thick thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her pussy except for the tiny black thong that was already damp with her nervousness and forbidden arousal.

My head snaps backwards, pleasure tingling through my spine as he massages my throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb. “Fuck me.” I whisper wantonly. “Please, fuck me.” “Whatever you want, angel. Just ask and it’s yours.” Rip!! That’s my thong getting ripped, in case you’re wondering. And the sound is like music to my ears. Mr. Thor leans back and unzips his pants with quick jerky movements. When he reveals the thick, veiny length of his cock, my mouth turns dry. “Oh, my…!” He’s bigger than Nathan… and any other man I’ve ever been with.

The time stares at me in mockery. “Shit!” Tossing off the sheets, I hit the shower. Red… No. White… No. Black! I settle for matching black undies. The half-cut bra hugs my big boobs, pushing up my cleavage, and almost giving off my nipples as the dark pink areola sneaks out. Done, I pick up the thong. It's not the holy girls' thong. It slips into my butt crack. The front area barely covers my cunt. If I part my legs a little, it will only cover my clit.

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 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 murmured. Hawk stilled, his focus returning as his mouth moved along the curve of Quill's thigh. Each touch grew bolder, more intentional. Quill's groans sent vibrations through his skin. He dragged his tongue along the length of Quill's shaft, savoring the taste and texture before moving to the tip.

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