Hot Wet Panties Novels & Stories

“Show me that virgin pussy, baby.” I obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. My thighs parted slowly, knees bending, until I was open for him—for all of them. Cool air kissed my overheated skin, and I could feel how soaked I was. The thin fabric of my panties clung to me, translucent with my wetness, the outline of my swollen lips and the dark little patch of hair clearly visible. I knew every man in the room could see it. The thought made me clench, another rush of slick heat flooding out of me.

Trembling, weak at the knees, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Remove those panties." Complying, I lowered them, noticing the wet spot in the narrow cotton lining that had soaked up my juices. "I'll take those. You won't be getting them back. By the way, start wearing sexier, thong-style panties from now on." I said, "Yes, sir" as I handed my panties to him across his desk. He inspected the wet spot, smelled it, then put my panties in his desk drawer. "You know what this is, don't you Miss Choi?" he said, glancing at the plug.

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.

My fingers glide over her damp panties, feeling her soft moan against my touch. The knowledge that she's so wet for me fills me with immense desire, knowing that it's me she desires, not some other guy. "Warren, please," she breathes out amidst moans, the sound of my name from her luscious lips driving me to increase the pace. My fingers work faster against the fabric that covers her needy pussy, the sensation of her desire fueling my actions. I watch with fascination as she arches forward, her ass teetering on the edge of the bed. With a gentle motion, I remove her panties, revealing a wet and eager pussy just waiting for me to take control.

It made my body react in ways I couldn’t control, my breathing turning uneven. My fingers drifted down to my panties, hooking lightly at the waistband before pulling them down slowly, the fabric brushing against my sensitive skin. I stepped out of them, my fingers grazing the damp material for a brief second, the realization sending another wave of heat through me. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to contain the feeling, but it only made it worse. The panties slipped from my fingers, dropping softly to my toes. “Turn on the shower.” He commanded, his hands running through his hair, his gaze still trailing over my bare body.

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.

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

I felt heat spread up my thigh, causing my p*ssy lips to close around the crotch of my now taut panties. He moved his hand down to my below, and shoved it in my panties without wasting time. He began searching for my cunt which he found immediately, and not surprisingly, already wet…very wet. His fingers slipped in as his thumb brushed my clit, I hissed quietly as I slowly thrust against his fingers that were already pumping so much pleasure into my body right now -and he hadn't even started doing anything yet. I couldn't hold it in any more, I moaned softly as his fingers started moving in and out of my very tight p*ssy. My walls wouldn't stop clutching on his fingers, and I love it.

I ask, my fingers wrapping around the impossibly thin waistband of her crimson panties. “Five-hundred-something,” she replies, his voice high and thin in her chest. A ridiculous amount for such a small speck of fabric, but I’ve bought bottles at the club for ten times that price. I tear them off her hips, flinging them onto the floor. “No panties, tonight, darling.”