Filthy Panties Novels & Stories

Slow fade out on the image of their entwined bodies, the black panties lying on the floor like filthy evidence of what had taken place, the sofa stained forever, the air thick with obscene promises. The end.

It was huge on me, but I didn't mind. Picking through my clothes on the floor of the bathroom, I found my panties. They were red. As I stretched them out and lifted one leg to step into them, I noticed the entire crotch area was a much deeper, crimson red. Lifting them up to my face, my eyes flashed as I realized just how soiled they were. Pressing the material with two fingers, they came away sticky and wet. I suppose that shouldn't be all that shocking. I didn't have a clean pair at his place. A grin slowly appeared on my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. Lifting my feet one at a time, I pulled the soiled panties up my legs and snugged them around my crotch anyway. They were cold b

What's this, granny? "Well, gosh Henry, what the hell does it look like?" "Whose undies?" "They're not your sister's, that's for sure. Go ahead, pick them up. They're good and soiled. I took them off this morning after masturbating before I got out of bed. And the other things I thought you might enjoy sliding it into your ass while you sniff my panties."

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

"I'd rub my fat oily pussy, tits on face while you slap the shit out of me. You'd fuck my asshole to shreds, make it more loose." The man groaned, stroking his veiny shaft. " Good. Now pull your panties out of your cunt and shove them in your asshole." "Mhmhmm...." I whimpered like a dumb bitch as I slowly pulled out the soaked panties from my stretched cunt. They were drenched in cunt cream. I reached down, spreading my ass cheeks and started pushing the dirty panties into my loose pucker. " Uhh....they're going into my dirty shitter, mister."

“But actually, I came in here to ask you about something else, Johnny.” “Oh?” I responded, feeling my heart thump faster, unsure what she could possibly want... still trying to conceal her clothing in my hand. “Yeah, about these,” she said, as her hand thrust forward... holding a pair of panties that I had used just the other day! A soiled, debauched item! My dried cum stain was still visible on the exterior. Oh jesus... caught! “Ummm... I don’t think so,” I shrugged, not even able to convince myself it was true. How could I forget shooting a blast of hot semen into those luscious things!

Black’s photo was still glowing on her screen—his thick, dark cock in his hand, the creamy drop at the tip making her throb harder. She sat on the toilet, breathing heavy, panties already soaked and clinging to her. *Buzz.* *Mr. Black*: *“Touch that pussy, baby. I want to see the mess I left.”* Her thighs parted before she could think. She hiked up her skirt and slipped two fingers under her panties. A slick gasp left her lips. *So wet. So messy.* She slid her panties to the side and stared down—her lips were glistening, still sticky from the night before. She dipped two fingers in. *Creamy.* Warm. She scooped it out, slow and deep, and brought it to her mouth.

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

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.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting the urge, but my panties were drenched, the fabric clinging obscenely. Ferd didn't waste time. He yanked my skirt up roughly, exposing my white cotton panties with a massive, obvious damp spot blooming at the center. His eyes lit up like he'd won the lottery. "Look at that—your little cunt's dripping already, Angel. Soaking through like a desperate slut. Spread wider, touch it for us. Rub that wet mess and show how much you need it. Admit it, even your superior body knows when it's time to beg."