Filthy Panties Novels & Stories

I knew exactly what he wanted. Face burning with shame and arousal, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my ruined panties and shoved them down my shaky legs. They were so wet they clung to my thighs for a second before I stepped out of them. My hands trembled as I held the soaked lace out to him. "Good girl," he praised darkly, taking the dripping panties from my fingers and shoving them into his pocket like a trophy. Then his fingers touched my core, sending a shiver running down my spine. My legs parted and my hips pressed forward as his fingers found my already swollen clit… and rubbed slowly. The more he rubbed, the more shamelessly wet I got. I could barely feel my legs.

She bowed her head looking at her fingers at she thought of what to answer. “I Didn’t know you liked getting your fingers buried in your cunt, moaning my name like a little slut.” Her thighs clenched hard together. Ethan saw it, the way her knees pressed inward, trying to trap the fresh pool of wetness between her legs. He smirked. “You’re doing it again. Squeezing like that’s gonna hide how soaked you are.” Maya swallowed. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” “Bullshit.” He stepped closer.

Her matching pink panties had high-cut legs trimmed with lace. ‘Nice arse,’ he said. The triangular back of the panties was stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could see it in the mirror that had been so recently fitted behind the length of the bath. ‘Glad you think so,’ she said, trying to be casual about unclipping and discarding her bra. ‘Nice tits, too.' ‘Thank you, kind sir,’ she mocked, sliding her panties down her legs. ‘You're not very hairy down there,’ he said, looking at her pubes.

The note attached makes my knees buckle ‘New life. New phone. No more hiding what belongs to us, little slut. Answer when we call.’ Oh god. Oh god. Next is a soft stuffed bunny, it looks innocent, but I know better than to fall for the deception, the bunny has a tiny collar that matches my necklace. Then the lingerie. Fuck. Red sheer crotchless panties, a bra that’s nothing but straps framing my tits, garters, and a babydoll so filthy it might as well be painted on.

Leave your panties at home. I was in a deposition at 10 AM—some bullshit merger dispute—and I couldn't focus on a single word being said. All I could think about was sitting across from Ryan with my bare pussy exposed under the table. About his fingers sliding up my thigh. About him testing me to see if I'd actually obeyed. God, I'm such a slut. The thought made me wetter. By the time I got back to my office, my panties were soaked through. I took them off in the bathroom, shoved them in my purse, and put on the dress I'd brought—a simple black wrap dress that tied at the waist. Easy access.

He rubbed it until he saw a wet spot on it. She was feeling something strange when he rubbed her from her panties. She can feel the wetness on her panties and get embarrassed. Oh God, what's happening with her body. He grabbed the hem of her panties and removed it from her body and threw it. He looked at her in disbelief. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was the definition of perfection. A handful of boobs, narrow waist, wide hips, and a perfect pussy. He stared at her cleaned shaved pussy which she covered immediately when she saw him staring.

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.

Her shape was more Rubenesque than she was in the video, but still great proportions and tone. Mum's panties were soaked with moisture from her arousal to the point I could almost see right through them to her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them too off her hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was so wet they clung there a moment longer, letting go with a snap. Down and off along with her pants. Mum was now naked too, as Ginger and me.

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.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.