Panty Poop Accident Novels & Stories

Olive managed, bending to pick up her fallen cup. “Sorry doesn’t fix my suit,” the man snapped, still brushing at the fabric. “Do you have any idea how much this costs?” Olive’s initial embarrassment quickly gave way to indignation. She stood up straight, meeting his glare. “It was an accident,” she said, her tone sharper now. “And for the record, you ran into me. Maybe if you weren’t so busy looking down your nose at everyone, you’d have seen me.” The man’s eyes narrowed, clearly not used to being spoken to that way. “Typical,” he said coldly. “Throwing yourself around, hoping someone like me will take notice. I know your type.”

I joined them and together we sang mistletoe from Justin bieber and Santa tell me from Ariana Grande. Unexpectedly I felt warm liquid in my underwear. It wasn't suppose to come this early. Oh god, it can't be happening right now! I excused myself and ran upstairs to the bathroom. When I pulled down my underwear I cursed inwardly. Why does it need to happen right now when I ran out of pads and forgot to buy some. I covered my face and sighed deeply. What the hell should I do? I'm not going back downstairs like this. And I will definitely not use toilet paper as emergency pads, because I did that in the past and it just ended up horribly disgusting.

She reached down her gown and pulled down her pant, sliding it down her legs to her feet. Her throat felt dry and patchy, she stood up to find some water, forgetting that her pant was still around her ankles. Alana yelped as her foot got caught in her panties, and she fell to floor with a soft thug. She winched as she managed to sit up, supporting her herself with on hand, her legs curled and her panties still around her ankles. She frowned like a baby, her hand reaching for the panties still around her foot. She tired yanking it off but it wouldn't budge so she added a bit more force tearing it in the process. She threw the bothersome piece of clothing away with a satisfied look.

Even in the MILF's own bathroom! It was the time they invited him over for the dinner, and he had spilled juice by accidentally knocking it over while staring Nicole's sizable tits. The stepmother, being the gracious host, had rushed over to clean it up with a towel. The real trouble started when she spun around in front of the young man and then tipped forward, bending over to wipe up the mess – and in doing so, Harry thought of creating an entirely different kind of mess, all over her delectable ass! The MILF had been wearing a pair of tight yoga pants that day. And my god! Everything was visible as she bent over... the skin-tight material hugging seamlessly around her every contour, expos

"You most certainly are, the complete uniform includes a pair of white cotton panties which you are clearly not wearing." I slid my finger slowly inside her and she let out a slow purr. "I'm really sorry Mr. Brad, I did have my panties on but..." Her concentration faded as I found her clit and began to gently run a finger over it. "But...I just got so excited...about...tying knots... they got... a...little...wet...so I took them off..." "That's no excuse, you should have had a spare pair in your kit." "Yes...yes...Mr. Brad...I'm so sorry..."

And why is it torn up like that? My imagination begins to run wild but I shake it off and focus on the task at hand. Whatever happened here is none of my business, I think inwardly. My job is to clean and not to ask questions. I toss the panty into the trash, my lips twisted in disgust. As if things can't get any worse and more cringesome, I accidentally clamp my hand against something soft, wet and slimy while reaching for a shirt on the floor. I let out a loud scream and jerk my hand back, my face scrunched up in disgust. “What in the world?!” I exclaim, my eyes scanning the floor to see what I had just touched.

Oh God, I wished nothing more than the ground to swallow me up right now. Remembering the man could wake up at any moment I decided to excuse myself from this weird-looking woman and make it out, I bent down to pick up my purse but the sight I met gave a really shocking sight yet again. That explains this woman’s weird look all along, my torn panties sprung on the floor near my purse. It must have fallen off when I dropped my purse. I quickly picked it up, opened the door, and ran out awkwardly.

I have lost all composure and am utterly embarrassed in front of him of all people. “It is not! It means you’re one of the very few women that can have a female ejaculation, and you just made all my Christmases come at once. I feel pretty accomplished right now.” He hands me his shirt and slides his belt off, throwing it in his open car window and attempts to minimize the mess of his pants with the edge of the shirt I am now holding. I stare at it with complete abhorrence. His pants are soaked like someone threw an entire bucket of water over him. “I didn’t…Pee?” I ask numbly, thoughts of Emma’s baby waters hitting me months back and looking at what he’s doing with that same grim expression

I give them a desperate tug, still smiling as if I'm completely at ease, trying to keep from looking down and drawing any extra attention to what are by far the most embarrassing piece of clothing I own. It almost works. With one more sharp tug, I get the panties free of my shoe, but I use a little too much force. And while this particular pair of underwear is old, the elastic waistband still has plenty of spring to it, because before I even realize what's happening, it sling-shots its way from my grip and flies across the room. Hitting Orlando Fontaine right in the chest. Everyone in the tent is dead silent as my sad, stained period panties fall to the ground. Orlando stares down at them wi

I hope she is not doing what I think she is doing. In a few minutes she was back with a cup of warm coffee in her hand. "Thank you." I gave her a tight lipped smile and as I was about to collect the coffee from her, you would not believe what she fucking did. She poured it all over my pants! My fucking pants! "Oh God!" She gasped. "Shit."