Novel & Cerita Underwear Stories

I wasn't going to take the chance of him walking in on me naked so I kept the towel on my waist. He had a nice dinner suit spread out on his bed with a note close. I picked up the note and read it aloud. “ I picked this out for you. Wear it and be down in no time!” I rolled my eyes with my hands reaching out for the suit laying on the bed. My hands took the texture of the soft fabric nicely. It was what you'd expect from the son of a stinking rich man. “Speaking of his father—” I said aloud as the towel slid down my waist, “why is he so keen on seeing me?”

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx

“You like it?” “I love it.” She replied and sat. He walked to the other end of the small table and sat opposite her. “Your dress is… distracting.” He said, meaning it to be a compliment. She laughed and got up, spinning around and striking poses so he could see. He swallowed. “Thank you.” She sat back down. “I had to wear this for work.” He uncorked a bottle of wine and poured them a glass each. “For work?” “Undercover work actually.” She smirked at him. “I went to a club.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

In a whispered rant to myself, I thought, "Well, Tysha, if everything goes south, at least your autobiography will have an interesting chapter. 'The Day I Wrestled with Lingerie' – a story for the grandkids, maybe." Facing the harsh truth, I knew the odds of getting out of this job with my V-card still intact were slimmer than a thread of this cursed lace. The job description might as well have said, "Welcome to a world of weird fashion struggles and cringe-worthy moments." As I grappled with straps and tried not to trip over the fancy frills, I could almost hear the collective eye rolls of my ancestors. "Tysha," they'd probably say, "back in our day, underwear wasn't a daily battle; it was

I picked the bags up and took them over to the bed, aware of him following me. "Curious huh?" "You'd be too if you knew how much I spent." “My Uncle with pay you back.” I emptied the first bag, relieved to see two pairs of jeans fall out. One was faded blue, the other dark denim, both hipsters and both the right size. The next bag had three sets of underwear, a white set with inbuilt push-ups and matching boy legs, the same set in black, and a dark red set made of sheer lace with a matching g-string.

“Underwear is expensive, you jerk!” “I’ll buy you new ones,” is all Stefan says, pushing my thighs apart. “A new pair every day if you let me tear them off you.” Oh god, I will, won’t I? My body moves easily under his touch, legs flopping open, completely compliant, because I am a giant weenie who loves her boss’s secret caveman side. He could touch me with a fingertip and I’d move. He could tear every scrap of clothing off me and I’d still assume the position: face down, ass up, quivering with eagerness.

She doesn’t make a single noise. “Shortie77,” I say this time, smirking a little. That’s her username in the app. Knowing she’s busted, she crawls out from under the bed. Her sweet little ass pops out, and she faces me, sitting on the floor with her head tucked to her chest.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

he said, looking around as the front door closed quietly. "They're over there," I said, pointing to the SAXX underwear I'd bought for him. They were lying on the floor near the couch. "Right," he said, and he went over, stepped into them, and pulled them up. "What on earth were you thinking?" I demanded as his cock disappeared into the tight underwear. It did little to hide the shape of his cock, which was perfectly framed within the fabric... I'm pretty sure the garment was designed to achieve exactly that.