Found Dirty Panties Novels & Stories

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

I close the door. Gosh how can this happen?! I’m in a cubicle with my boss, a prostitute and not the Ladies but Gents! I turn to them and whisper “Pull up your pants!” to Adrian and grab the drunk girl panties from Adrian’s hand and give them back so she can wear it back. Then I turn facing the door.

Faster, wetter, the obscene sounds muffled only by her sleeve-bitten moans. Climax ripped free fiercer this time, vision whiting, knees nearly giving out as she squirted against her hand, splattering the concrete floor with clear evidence of her sin. Panting, she cleaned up hastily with a rag, the fabric coming away soaked. Emerging with a stack of them, face composed, she handed them out. "Found plenty!" The ladies smiled, oblivious. Lila helped wipe tables, but her panties chafed wetly, a constant reminder, her clit pulsing with aftershocks.

I felt my cock pulse once, then just exploded everything in that panties. All of my cum was contained in the panties, but the thong being so tiny and lacy it leaked and got over my chest and belly. After coming so hard, I felt so drowsy and sleepy. This entire thing was dirty and felt like taboo, jerking with my girlfriend Riza’s daughter's panties. I used the panties to wipe up as much as I could, then found a towel to take care of the rest. And as I cleaned myself up, I knew: I had to go back there.

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.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress and traced along the edge of my panties, feeling how drenched the thin fabric was. “Poor babygirl,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Your little hole is stuffed so nicely and your pussy is already soaking through these pretty panties. Does it make you feel dirty? Sitting here in your expensive dress, looking so elegant, while you’re secretly clenching around a plug in your ass?” I nodded, my face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “Yes… it feels so naughty. I keep thinking about what would happen if someone at the event knew…”

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

Fucking awkward. The room was extremely hot and I didn't fucking know how to turn on the cooler, so, I was fucked. I pulled up my dirty, black dress and threw it on the ground. My whole skin was sticky from sweat, which made me feel extremely filthy and gross. I stood up and began walking towards the bedroom while pulling at my soaked bra to come off. It finally budged after pulling for a while, I trew it on the ground next to my dirty dress and pulled down my panties at last. I opened up the door to the bathroom and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

Then I knelt on the cracked paving stones, rolled up my sleeves, and started scrubbing with a heavy grunt. I was still washing when the back door creaked open. Avery sauntered over with a nasty little smile playing on her lips. She had a pair of black satin panties in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist she threw them. They landed on the heap of clothes. "Wash them," she ordered, then turned around immediately. I picked up the panties between my thumb and forefinger. The crotch was crusty with dried discharge. My stomach turned and burned at the same time.