Wer Panties Novels & Stories

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

They sloped down just a bit, but still looked firm considering their size and her age. The ladies went back to dancing in their various stages of undress, as I watched their flesh jiggle; the blonde busty Val with one tit out of her white bra cup, and white silk panties; the slender blonde Kathy with her tits hanging out the bottom of her white bra, and in her lavender silk panties; the slender brunette Gail still in her little white bra but with her bare bottom exposed; and the tall leggy busty brunette Linda, topless in her black panties.

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.) As if reading my mind he moved his body off mine and slipped one hand down to my little lace panties. He deftly slipped a hand inside them and gently cupped my pu**y against his hand, rubbing ever so lightly before he pulled the panties down off my body. As soon as they were off, I spread my legs for him, letting him know I wanted any part of him he was willing to give to me down there between my weak legs.

Ginger stated. The outfit they gave me was ridiculous. A baby pink lacy bustier top, ruffled bottom panties, and a micro crinoline mini skirt, so short you can see the ruffles of my panties. I’m at least thankful for the panties covering my butt, since I have the bite mark that Zander left. Antonio would totally freak out if he saw it. I also have the standard little girl knee-high socks and platform Mary Janes. I’m starting to get the feeling that Antonio has a little girl fetish, which is just ick.

Watermelon scent filled his nostrils from the garter. She took off the second, kicking it off with precision. She was left in a pair of red panties and just like the bra, it had a hole in the middle, her freshly shaved pussy in his line of sight. She turned around, bending slowly in her heels to give a clear view of her ass.

"What is wrong with you? Let me go!" Ignored her plead for freedom, I reached for the waistband of her short skirt and wrestled it down to her knees, exposing her white panties. It was contrasted nicely with her ass cheeks and it was soaked with a little cum. The sight of cum on her panties brought me raw pleasure and I knew my efforts were not in vain. It also went on to confirm the fact that she wanted it. Wasting no time, I hooked the waistband of the panties and pulled it down to her knees. She screamed in revulsion.

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

Aiden teases back earning a stern glance over her shoulder while she pulls out what have got to be the cutest panties ever. I know she’s all about black and lace and sexy, but Aiden picked those out for Hikaru’s benefit and that makes it even sweeter. They are lacy pastel rainbow cheeky panties with a cute heart cutout that shows ass cleavage and a tiny Kitsuné charm in the middle of the heart. “These are cute! Hikaru will appreciate that you thought of them when choosing lingerie for me, but do you even know my bra size?” She looks pointedly at Aiden.

My eyelids fluttering, I lean back further against his chest, supporting myself against his torso while he plucks and teases my nipples. “Your pants, next,” he says, his voice even lower than before. I start to reach my hands up to my waist, but he moves quicker, releasing my breasts to grab the waistband of my hands. He starts to lower it. When the pants are at my thighs, he leans back a moment, as if finally realizing I’m also not wearing any panties. The panties I wore in the coliseum were likely destroyed, and even after being given scrubs, I was never given any replacement underwear.

I stared at the two pairs of underwear in front of me. One was a soft aquamarine with thin straps connecting the sides and the other was a black one with a bow on the front and a completely lacey back. Currently, I was torn between these two excellent choices. I was home alone today and out of boredom, I began to organize my wardrobe. I wanted my top five favourite panties to be in my underwear drawer so, that I could find them without having to hunt for them.