Peed My Pants Novels & Stories

His hips movement was fast, anyone could walk in on them like this but he couldn't care any less. Their pants, groans and moans filled the office walls.

I chanced another look down at the podium, and he was watching. Good Lord. A gust of coldness hit my pussy when the fabric of my panties left, and then, I pushed it slowly until it was at my knees. From then on, it was easy peasy! I shoved it down my legs with so much speed before hurriedly stepping out of it, then stepped on it with my feet, praying to whoever the higher authority that was assigned to watch over me today, that the whole fabric was trapped under my feet. I fished my phone out of my backpack and shot him a quick text.

I tried to move from the wall but he still pinned me to it and made my arse shoot out a little. "Don't underestimate me, baby. I can make you cûm ten times in one hour." He bragged and truly, there was an atom of truth in it. He used the tip of his dîck to scratch the entrance of my arse. After some seconds, he pushed it in. I yelped a little but soon got comfortable with his pace. Fast was an underestimation. It felt as though he was thrusting inside of me five times in a second.

I inwardly gasp, startled by this thought—was I feeling envious of other women who were most likely already staring at him through their screens and waiting patiently for him to remove his clothing? Before I can find the opportunity to voice my complaints further, he unzips his pants, revealing the fabric slipping down his hips until his trousers fall to the ground with a soft rustle. I open my mouth to stop him from proceeding, but the last piece of clothing is swiftly removed. My eyes widen in surprise as his dick springs free.

Sweat-slick skin gleams in the light, my torso half-bared now, the undersides of my breasts visible under the baggy t-shirt still clinging. I kicked at the pajama pants next, starting with the thick flannel outer pair. The drawstring unties in a rough pull, and I shove them down my legs, stepping out aggressively, nearly stumbling in my haste. The jersey lounge pants followed, yanked to my ankles and flung aside with a foot. The cotton sleep shorts slide off just as fast, my thighs quivering from the exertion. The innermost silky pants come last for the bottoms, peeled down in a swift motion that exposes my panties. Lucien gulps visibly, his darkening even more than possible.

The mountain trail only grew more treacherous, with almost no stable footing. Dakota, wearing her expensive hiking boots, struggled more than anyone else. Her complaints only grew louder. "My backpack is way too heavy! It's crushing my shoulders!" She turned to Jack with a pout, whining, "At this rate, I won't be able to stay in top shape. I can't go anymore, Jack." There it was again. Every time we went on a mission, she acted like she was on some outdoor reality show. She was always complaining, slowing everyone down.

Carefully unbuckling his pants before slowly reaching for the button. A crazy yet wicked ideal now running through my head as I move to lean forward. My teeth now latching onto the zipper as I move to slide it down with my mouth. Grant hissing at the sight as he moves to grab my hair again. This time gentler as he moves to stroke it softly. His pants soon falling to the floor around his ankles as he now stands before me in his sexy black boxers made of silk. My fingers now tugging down the fabric of the boxers until his super hard cock bounces free of its confinement. Smacking my face in the process.

Before she could change her mind, she unbuttoned her pants and shoved her hand down her undies. She cupped herself and managed a cramped stroke of her clit. Her snug jeans held her legs too close together for her to masturbate properly, and the confinement frustrated her. Blushing, even as she couldn't stop herself, she shoved her pants and undies down around her ankles and sat back down on the closed toilet lid, spreading her thighs as far as she could.

- He said, as he zipped his pants panting. - Only if it's for pleasure, disqualified.

Then he pull down his pant, he wasn't wearing any panties , so he quickly spread my legs wide and next he slide in me and he took it slow, the way he was going in and out of me before I knew it I was moving along with him and he increase his pace a bit and next he was fast " Oga Cletus,.....oh........uh......Oga Cletus, no stop abeg. "I no....fit....St...op... You.....too.....sweet.