Dirty Wet Panties Novels & Stories

I trail my hand down her stomach, unbutton her shorts. They drop to her ankles. Her soaked panties displayed , a wet spot dark in the center. I kneel, facing her pussy. 'Spread your legs.' She does, stockings holding her arms up. I pull her panties aside. Her clit peeks out, swollen and leaking clear fluid. It drips down her inner thigh. 'Harper, you're dripping already.' I lean in, tongue flat against her clit. She screams, 'Quinn! Oh god!' I lick slow, up and down,

She closed the door and turned to me. “Take off my panties first,” she whispered. “Slowly. Then strip. I want to watch you.” I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her tiny black panties. They were soaked through at the front — I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy from the lace. I pulled them down her thick thighs one inch at a time, letting my fingers trail along her silky skin. When I finally slid them all the way off, her bare pussy was right in front of me — swollen, glistening, puffy lips already parted and wet. A thin string of her arousal clung to her thigh.

He pushes it up to my waist, his fingers slide over my lace panties and I gasp. He groans against my skin. “Bethany. You’re soaked.” “For you,” I say. I can’t believe I just said that but it’s the truth. “Only you.” He hooks his fingers in the sides and pulls down my panties slowly while watching me. My panties drop to the floor. Now I’m open to him on his desk, in his office. He steps back, undoing his belt quickly. His pants go down, then his boxers. His hard cock just out, dripping with pre cum.

I didn't care, because right now I was playing host to a woman who looked like she’d been born for sin. I made short work of the buttons on her trousers. They hissed as I dragged them down over her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that were already soaked and dripping with her wetness. She was horny as hell. I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal clinging to every part of the lacy fabric.

She gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists. "Don't. I want to see you." Her bra and panties were simple cotton.....nothing fancy....but the wet patch on her panties was unmistakable. "You got wet from sucking my dick," he said, sliding one hand down to cup her through the damp fabric. "Didn't you?" "I....I don't know....I couldn't help...."

"You dirty little slut. Talking like that while you are sitting there in nothing but a tank top and panties. You know what you are doing to me right? My dick is so hard it hurts. I want to bend you over this table right now and shove my cock so deep inside that married pussy you will forget Kyle even exists." She stood up slowly and walked around the table stopping right in front of him. Her panties were visibly damp at the crotch the dark wet spot spreading as she stood there. "Then do it Ethan. Stop holding back. I have been dripping for you since last night. Feel how wet I am." She took his hand and guided it between her thighs pressing his fingers against the soaked fabric.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

He released a groan at the same time that I released a moan. “No panties. Just the way I like it.” He whispers. I stopped wearing those a week ago after I started going through four panties a day. So I thought, I might as well forfeit them completely. “And you are wet, baby. Soaking wet.” He adds, his fingers twirling around my pussy lips, gathering my wetness, and flicking my clit. My legs shake, and I tighten my hold on his arms, my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls his finger out and lifts it between us. “Look at you, dripping down my finger. So fucking wet for me.”