Messy Panties Novels & Stories

"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."

So, I snatched the panties from his hand and marched into the bathroom, hooking my fingers into my current underwear and pulling it off. I shoved them into the plastic bag, knowing that Tyler would want them—or at least, one of them would. They were all fucked up in the head anyhow. After pulling out the clean, fresh pair, I furrowed my brows at them and eyed them for any sort of … weirdness. Those boys hadn’t come to this store to buy normal lingerie. But the more I examined it, the more normal it looked. Deciding that the piece of clothing wasn’t going to destroy my pussy somehow, I pulled them on under my dress and blew out a deep breath. They were a bit tight around the inner thigh area,

Bates asked. "My roommate, Mady." Bates hummed. "What's inside the boxes?" He asked, peeking inside. "Just a few of my clothes." "A few?" He asked, eyeing the handful of boxes around us. Bates reached inside another box that I had just cut open and pulled out a bright purple pair of panties. "Thank God I didn't let security go through these before they handed them off to me," he said as I yanked the panties from him. "Luca will love those," Bates commented.

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.”

I had the feeling that he was going to try grabbing my non existent penis. He tugged at my buttons, and was really going to go down. My stomach gurgled, and I felt an instant wetness in my panties. My eyes widened as I realized what the problem had been since. “My fucking PERIOD!” I thought to myself. The blue trousers I wore would probably embarrass me soon, and reveal my secrets. I wasn't sure if the panties I wore could absorb much moisture. Mr Harry was going to make a move on my panties. I have to come up with something really fast!

He left her computer exactly as he saw it, then returned to his room to wait for her. Amy arrived that evening before their parents after a day out with her friends. She was horny and needy as she had spent the entire hangout thinking about fucking her pussy while watching a new p**n show she had found. She had barely noticed the sticky panties on her bed until she wanted to sit, and the material brushed against her skin. “What the hell? Is that cum?” She yelled, picking up the panties gingerly to sniff. It had to be cum. Why on earth were her panties filled with cum? She gasped as she realised Dylan was the only one at home.

Upon opening it, I found various tiny and sexy panties inside, in different styles and materials. "Just so you know, I plan to tear all of them apart, so don't get too attached," Alexander said while putting a piece of cake in my mouth. He wanted to play, so we would play! I watched him put another piece of cake in his mouth. I chose one of the panties, a red one that was nothing more than a thin strip of lace with the word "hot" written in metallic letters on the back and rhinestone trim on the sides.

The moment I stepped into this gate, I already knew I was in trouble;I don't just know that it would come in this form and from the great Alpha himself. I moved away from the mirror and rolled out a chunk of tissue—at this point, it’s safe to say I deserve an ambassadorial deal with the tissue company. I’ve lost count of how many packs I’ve gone through in just the few days I’ve been here. I slipped off my panties—it's drenched to the extent that there was no way it's not going to stain this mesh dress if I sit. I threw it on the couch and wiped my pussy, and thighs clean. I moved towards the closet, get a G-string and slipped it on.

Ginger stated. The outfit they gave me was ridiculous. A baby pink lacy bustier top, ruffled bottom panties, and a micro crinoline mini skirt, so short you can see the ruffles of my panties. I’m at least thankful for the panties covering my butt, since I have the bite mark that Zander left. Antonio would totally freak out if he saw it. I also have the standard little girl knee-high socks and platform Mary Janes. I’m starting to get the feeling that Antonio has a little girl fetish, which is just ick.

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."