Messy Panties Novels & Stories

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

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

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

⸻ I step out of the shower with my head still somewhere else, trying not to think too much, about the game, about Mateo, about Sofi, about the way everything feels stuck in my chest, so I focus on the basics, on the simple things, on what I can control. Dark jeans, a white t-shirt, a light jacket on top, nothing special, nothing that stands out, just enough so it doesn’t look like I was dragged out of the house, I run a hand through my hair, glance at myself in the mirror for a second and that’s it. I don’t need more. I grab my phone before leaving and, out of habit, check the team group chat. Mistake. Messages and more messages. Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration.

My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there. He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there. He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. “Fuck, you're dripping.”

This reminded me of another humiliating thing Aline had done before. I walked to the bathroom, starting to sort the pile of panties. I knew they were wealthy, but I didn't expect so many dirty panties. "Wait!" I stopped to look at the panties. They were men's, not women's, and I was sure they weren't Rafe's. "Darn it, Aline, these must be from other men!" I thought to myself, feeling certain about it. She was really bold. I was quite sure Aline got these panties from different people, likely from Rafe's housekeeper. That explained the large number.

I ask and Oliver helps me, the dress is big and if I lift the bottom to sit on the toilet it won't work. “What the fuck is that lingerie?” Oliver says looking at me as I step out of the dress. “I bought it on Friday, I'm talking about pulling down my panties and sitting on the toilet. “I just don't eat you here because I want to save your pussy for later, after all, we can't force it too much and I want to eat you with your pompom panties.” He says giving me a longing look. “Don’t start thinking about these things unless you’re going to get a hard-on,” I warn while I pee.

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

RAYHAN I could never get enough of her… Fuck, even as she wiped her legs and put the torn panties in the small rubbish bag on the floor, just knowing she wasn’t wearing underwear was messing with my head. I had grabbed a shirt from the back seat since my little kitten had ripped mine apart. Damn, I loved it when she got naughty.