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.

she pleaded through pants. Kayden slowed down his thrusts, his cock still inside her hole as he pumped her slowly. He stared at her briefly before saying domineeringly, “You have 30 seconds.”

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.

Everything aligned with ruthless precision. I ran my fingers across the fabric before finally grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. The sweatpants clung to my hips, the waistband sitting low, and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I noticed how my ass filled them out. Yeah, fit enough.

Carl continued rambling, “Natalie, don’t be rash. You can hit me or yell at me all you want, but don’t touch the money you’ve invested into the projects. You’ll cause the company to suffer a huge loss. “If you forgive me, I’ll make it up to you in any way you want.” “You want to make it up to me?” Once I was finally willing to speak, Carl’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, “We can be together again. We can even get married. You can have another baby in the future. “I promise you that our baby will return to us. As long as you want to, we can have plenty of babies in the future.” I scoffed. “The baby won’t come back. Besides, why should it come back? To witness how much we hate each other?

He began to increase the speed until he finally felt a pressure building up there, right in his testicles. "You're going to be my fucking slave... you're going to beg me not to stop..." the words came out without a filter, loaded with a darkness that burned his insides. In less than five minutes he let out a deep groan, while his back arched so much that his feet dug into the mattress. A massive tension began to run from the tips of his toes to the base of his skull. Frederick clenched his teeth, his hand moving in a blur of speed, until the final spasm hit him.

Not that Rayan thought Scott was unattractive, but still, the more you know about what you're getting into. There wasn't much there. A few pictures, some articles about birth control and fertility, a few video game memes, and... okay, this definitely qualifies as hot... It was a picture from Christmas with the caption: "My folks know me so well! Check out my new Minecraft pants!" And under that, there he was, in a pair of pajama bottoms printed all over with pixelated dynamite, dopey grin on his face... without a shirt, flexing. It was dorky, and adorable, and, and... Damn. Ripped wasn't the right word, but "solid" fit pretty well. Rayan knew Scott didn't have more than an inch or two on him