Dirty Wet Panties Novels & Stories

"Spread your legs. Now." I was a little offended but I obeyed. I hiked the silk up to my waist. He left my panties somewhere on the gallery floor. My pussy was swollen and red. And wet… too wet. White fluids mixed with my own clear juices were dripping onto the car seat. "God." Dante leaned forward and scanned the mess I was. "Look at you. You are ruined." It was humiliating. It was the most twisted turn-on I had ever felt. "Come here." He ordered.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with

“And your pussy? Tell me how wet it got while you betrayed me.” I moaned around his cock, thighs rubbing together desperately. My free hand slipped under my skirt without permission, fingers finding my drenched thong. I shoved it aside and circled my swollen clit, hips rocking. “Soaked,” I gasped when he pulled out to let me breathe. “I’m fucking dripping, Damien. I hate you and I’m still soaked like a whore for this.” He laughed darkly and hauled me up by my hair, spinning me around. My hips hit the long boardroom table hard. He shoved my skirt up to my waist in one rough motion, yanking my soaked panties down my thighs. Cool air kissed my exposed, glistening pussy.

He leaned down and pressed his nose right against my soaked panties, breathing in deep. “Goddamn, she smells so fucking good,” he groaned. “Virgin cunt dripping like this… I bet she’s never even touched herself properly.” I whimpered, embarrassed and so turned on I could barely think. Jax hooked his fingers in my panties and slowly pulled them down. Cool air hit my bare, swollen pussy and I shivered. My folds were puffy and shiny with slick, my clit peeking out, begging for attention. “Look at this pretty pink hole,” Jax said. He ran one thick finger along my slit, collecting my wetness. When he pushed just the tip inside me, my back arched off the bed and I moaned loud.

The air in my wet panties was so inviting it cooled down the heat that was emanating between my thighs. He reached down with his fingers, finding the almost drenched spot in my panties. His eyes widened in surprise. “You are already wet, little whore?” The name rolled off his tongue. I would typically find this word offensive but, oddly enough, it excited me more. I murmured to him. “Yes Sir” and he rubbed my pussy through my panties hard. I tried to crawl away. I was so sensitive down there. He dragged me back down to the edge of the bed. “Ah ah ah,” he stated and barked at me. “Stay!”

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

Regina let out a cry as she dug her fingers into his clothes when his fingers pressed up against the crotch of her panties. “Your poor panties are drenched. Should I take them off for you?” Florian suggested before he chuckled in satisfaction to find that she was already so wet. Without waiting for her response, he began moving his fingers to expertly tease and stroke her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. The thin fabric covering her love hole was drenched through with her love juices as the smell of her heat filled the air around them. Florian let out a soft groan as the intense smell of her arousal turned him on. His cock was already hard in his pants, and he couldn’t wait to

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.