Oops No Panties Novels & Stories

"Your panties are soaked with your juices. Soaked panties cling to your little flower tracing beautiful shapes." He rubbed my pussy with his fingers and I spilled out a loud moan. "Lift your little ass. Okay? My baby." He squeezed my panties, intending to pull it off. I was too shy to know what to say, so I could only lift my ass to let the panties leave my body smoothly. "Oh my god, is your little mouth flooding?" He joked. He carried my panties and felt the weight of it. He tossed the panties to the other side and bent down on his knees between my legs. He leaned over and blew a soft breath of hot air into my core. His lips were only a short distance from my pussy. "Can I kiss your little

Jessie amended. Alex grinned and nodded, watching as Jessie slipped her own shoes and shorts off. Jessie turned around and reached for her skirt, accidentally giving Alex a view of her rump. "Girl..." Alex murmured. "Hmm?" Jessie asked, looking up, then back down at her bag again before standing back up with her skirt. "You know you've got to wear panties, right?" Alex asked. "Oh! Yeah," Jessie said, rolling her eyes. "I'm such a dummy sometimes." She bent back over and pulled out another garment before standing up. She grinned, showing Alex the panties.

Jean questioned again. “To get a snack for me; I’m hungry,” said Marie, and that is when she saw Jean was holding two puff pastries which raised a doubt in her mind about who it was for as the pantry did not give more than one snack of the same kind to one person. Jean put forward her hand, offering her one of the puff pastries that she was holding. “This is for me?” Marie asked at which Jean did not reply straight; instead, she replied sarcastically. She said, “Who else will it be for?!”

I couldn’t pay attention to her delec- table spread, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Joe’s jeans. Joe was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Nope—still there. Those were undeniably panties. No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. Joe’s a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

"So what was your one good deed yesterday? Or was yesterday an off day since you did nothing but destroy my life?" My nonchalance in the way I asked my question caught me off guard. I was not supposed to be okay with any of this, but here I was, making jokes. Kaden chuckled, finishing up his meal. "My good deed of yesterday, " He retrieved something from his pocket, and a familiar pink material appeared in his hands. my panties! This bastard took them! His eyes pierced through mine again, and he held it like a face cloth. "My good deed of yesterday was giving you a choice." He said, then wiped his lips with my panties.

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

“No, I won't. I just want to touch it. Is that okay?” “Of course you can.” Claire walked over to the mannequin. She felt the fine nightgown with her fingers. The material was very smooth in her hands. It made Claire smile slightly. Then Claire tried to lift the mannequin's skirt up. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw the appearance of the panties hidden under the nightgown. “Why do those panties have a hole in the middle?” Claire squealed. Shocked.

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

There, dangling on the edge of his finger, is a pair of pink panties with little hearts printed in an all-over pattern. It’s easily my most cutesy – and most embarrassing – pair of panties. But it’s also the most comfortable. And honestly, though pink isn’t really my color, I like to feel cute now and again. Sue me. Beau beams like it’s Christmas morning and his pile of presents is the biggest. “What are these, Nanny?” I lean forward in a flash, making a grab for the panties. But he’s quicker at snatching them back. I grab at empty air instead.