Pulling Panties Off Novels & Stories

I bit back the rising tremor deep in my bones, clenching my throat to keep any soft moan from escaping. Perhaps my tight clothing restricted him. In the next second, he suddenly grabbed my blouse and yanked it downward…

I bite my lip, trying to steady myself as the fabric brushes against my thighs while I pull it up, inch by inch, over my head. The gown slides off my arms and pools on the massive, luxurious bed with its black silk sheets, leaving me in nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching panties she’d also brought me. "I want everything off,” he grunts, eyes dragging over me. I fumble with my bra clasp, the hooks getting stuck before finally coming loose. It slips down, freeing my boobs entirely… they jiggle as I pull off the bra completely, shoving it aside. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, lift my hips slightly, and slide them down before kicking them aside.

By the time I am ready to take off her shorts, she is squirming around on the bed. I go lower down her body and I take off her shorts and then she is in her unbuttoned cardigan and her panties. I take her panties off with my teeth, dragging it down her body slowly. When she is catching her breath, I put one finger inside her. She moans and I add another finger. I do not move them but I take my other hand to her boobs.

He pulls me over to the bed where he sits down on the edge and lifts me to stand in front of him. With painful slow thoroughness, he pulls off my jeans and lifts my feet free of the socks. He nips lightly at my belly while grabbing my panties. His lips follow the edge of my panties as he peels them down over my hips. He stops just above my special area and lets the panties fall the last bit. With a look full of promises, he pulls me down to him.

First my throat, then my collarbone, then my exposed breast, then the soft silk covering my belly, and then my thighs. He lingered there, right at the apex of my thighs, and his thumb gently pulled my panties away. The elastic stretched. “Say it,” he whispered. I quirked an eyebrow. “Say what?” Noah released the elastic of my panties, and they snapped hard against my inner thigh. I flinched, biting my lower lip. “You know,” he whispered, pulling the elastic out again. I shook my head, squirming slightly beneath him. “I don’t. I—”

Once I'm up, Daddy gently pushes my back down—resistance impossible without the control of my arms—easily bending me over and forcing my chest to the mattress. He grabs my blue satin panties, pulling them down leisurely, a marked contrast from his usually furious yank. He shimmies them down, and just before they leave my butt, I feel them cling to my pussy, pulling strands of juice down with them, my pussy soaked completely. Or so I thought I couldn't get any wetter.

Drinking you in and loving every minute spent with you. My hands slide down to your shoulders. Fingers gently lifting the straps, pulling them outwards and letting the dress fall to the floor. I see your reflection in the mirror behind you. You are completely naked. "Ok," I say, "Where are your panties." You giggle and say that you took them off before we started our walk back. I hold you close. You push away, you say "Someone has far too much clothing on." as you unbutton my shirt, slide it off my shoulders and then kneel in front of me. Undoing my belt, unzipping me and pulling my trousers and pants down in one swift movement.

I can feel how soaked she is through the panties. She moans loudly. That beautiful sound spurs me on. I can't wait anymore to get to my cookies so I gave a hard tug to the panties and it ripped off her. She gasps loudly as her panties fall off. I gripped her thighs lightly and spread them apart as I got ready to enjoy my gorgeous wife.

“I have to get ready.” I rake my eyes over her body again, and they linger on the black panties. “I am not sure these are the right panties for that dress,” I smirk. Elizabeth looks down at her body curiously. “I don’t understand.” Dropping to my knees before her, I hook my hands in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly. I look up into her eyes as I slip them off her body. She takes in a sharp breath as she steps out of the panties. I slide them into my back pocket before getting back to my feet.

I shivered with arousal. Then I put my attention on what I had in mind next. Leaning over her still trembling body, I slipped my fingers inside the elastic waist of her sweatpants and started pulling them down. She lifted her butt instinctively, allowing me to easily slide them off her legs. I snagged her panties on the way, and once I made it past her feet, I let the two garments drop to the carpet.