Messy Panties Novels & Stories

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

But fabric wasn't quite as forgiving or destructible as perishables. I raced up the stairs to my room in search of anything I was willing to part with in order to get Collier here. T-shirts were too thick, and there was no logical explanation for how they'd end up in my sink. Same with jeans and shorts. But panties...panties needed to be hand washed, and the sink was the perfect place to do it. Riffling through my underwear drawer, I found several pairs I didn't mind losing to the cause, and with a smile on my face, I trotted back down to the kitchen.

I muttered a quiet thank you and returned to the bathroom. When I opened the bag, my jaw dropped. Inside was not only a full carton of pads, but also a dozen pairs of expensive panties, all silk, all delicate and embroidered like they belonged in a boutique. My hands shook as I touched them. “God,” I whispered again, tears burning my eyes. “Who is this man? And why is he being this caring to me?” I slipped into one of the panties, stunned at how perfectly it fit. How did he even know my size?

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.

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.

It looked like she had left in a hurry; there were clothes strewn all over the bed and floor. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. My messy little pet. When you’re mine again, all will be kept tidy.” One of her drawers was open, and when I looked inside, I found all of her sexy, silky panties and bras. The thought that she had these and allowed other men to see them made me sick. She was a whore, a whore I would redeem and make pure again.

“Fuck.” I got up from the couch and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. What a mess. Her work clothes were strewn over the floor, including a pair of red frilly panties. I reached down and picked them up and started smelling them and continued to jerk off. Her panties smelled wonderful and were a little moist around her crotch. From the smell, she must have masturbated before showering and changing for the night. The thought of her masturbating while I was probably in the living room watching TV made me almost want to jizz my pants right there. I wrapped the panties around my cock and started using them to jerk off with. Fuck this is nice, I thought. I realized some pre-cum had gotten on

But right now, all I can think of is getting fucked senseless because my pussy cannot hold back another second. I would rather die from shame than sexual frustration. Besides, his windows are tinted—he’d said it before. “You remember how, don’t you?” His voice was deeper, darker than usual. He was looking down at me, and I was on my knees in front of him, in the footwell. His eyes were glowing with amusement but his gaze was as dangerous as the thin, black lacy panties he had gifted me. The same panties I’ve been wearing since morning. Now, the fabric was completely soiled, every yarn and lace soaked with my cum, dripping down my thighs.

Sammy ~”Fuck I don’t want to know. Josh ~”I got work to do, I will see you girls later. And Becca.” Becca ~”Yes?” Josh steps towards me and hands something over to me. Josh ~”I think you are going to need this. On fact I insist that you use this.” I open my hands to see what Josh has given me. Becca ~”What is this for?” Josh ~”It is called panties, you generally wear them.” Becca ~”Josh!” Josh ~”I insist that you do.”

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?