Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

"You are absolutely drenched." "Getting caught does that to me," I panted, my voice ragged and desperate as I ground down harder on his hand, chasing that filthy friction like a bitch in heat. My pussy was already soaked, dripping for him, and the risk of it all. Anyone could look up, anyone with binoculars could see me spread wide like a desperate slut, fucking myself on his fingers right out in the open.

Quickly making my way to my own room, I took my shirt off. Then I peeled my yoga pants down my legs while sitting on the edge of my bed. Staring at them, I gasped softly. Lifting them up, I held the pants in front of my face and stared at the crotch. Holy hell. The entire waist area of them was dark pink, almost red. They were completely drenched. I'm not even sure why I did it, but I scrunched the fabric together and then twisted the pants between my hands, wringing the fabric. Liquid dripped onto my bare legs. Good lord, Marianne! I hadn't realized how juicy my cunt had become. Just from trying to seduce my dad.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

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.

My panties were now drenched. Looking at myself just turned me on the more but I wasn't the only one being turned on the more by this new position, Daddy Luxuria was also clearly more turned on as he could now see all of me in the mirror now. "Let's see how wet you are, shall we?" Daddy Grayson whispered into my ears and just his voice made my body shudder. One hand of his remained on my tits and the other hand slid down to my drenched panties. He rubbed with two fingers on the wet patch on my panties and I bucked, body trembling with desire.

Leaving me in my chaos, he slips out his cock and pulls backward, while I melt like a smashed potato. With my soaked panties barely covering my pussy, creamy juice leaks down my thighs in hard drizzles. ‘Oh. My god!’ I shut my eyes, feeling dumb. The ladies gasp, their big eyes watch me soak myself in filth. ‘It’s Halloween’s rain, tada!’ I want to scream, but I know it's foolish.

The humiliation was intoxicating, making me dizzy, making me wetter. "Now the panties. Turn around. Let me see that ass first." I turned around, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The crotch of my panties was soaked, clinging to my swollen lips. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled them down, turning them inside out, revealing the firm, pale globes of my ass. I bent over slightly to step out of them, knowing my hairy cunt was now in full view. I tossed them aside and turned to face him, completely naked.

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

“I won’t be able to look at his mouth without blushing.” I wave her off. “You never blush.” She laughs. “Well, what do you want me to say…when I look at his mouth my panties go wet.” The girl has no filter. “You’re incorrigible. No wet panties with my man. You have your own to drool over.” “Panty drool is a good word for it.” “Come on.” I take her hand. “Someone needs to stuff a sock in your mouth.”

I should've just kept my mouth shut instead of talking big, at least then I wouldn't feel so shitty about what I'm about to do. I stood in front of the open door as sweat drove down my skin, rolling over every curve of my body one line after another then dripping to the floor. My dress was soaked to the point where they felt relatively heavy...and the same goes for my panties. Wetness built deep inside me, slowly seeping through my exposed entrance and leaving only warmth between my legs.