Slimy Panties Novels & Stories

Her fingers clutched the fabric, raising it slightly, revealing the soft curve of her stomach, the delicate line of her hips. Just above the waistband, I caught a glimpse of pink strawberries printed along the hem of her panties. Adorable.

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.

Her cheeks were pink, her eyes smoky, her lips full and shiny as she ran her tongue across them. Slowly, putting on a show for herself, Toni unbuttoned the shirt and let it hang open. Her skimpy white panties were sheer enough to let the black tuft of her pubic hair show through. The crotch of the panties was damp, clinging, outlining the cleft of her pussy.

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.

’ But even as I said it, I could feel the tug of something—something I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge. “Then Screaming Orgasm it is,” I tried to reply coolly. “As for shots, what do you think we could add to the mix?” Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Silky Panties.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t help but picture it—her, wearing those silky panties. The image flashed in my mind so vividly that it took everything I had to push it away. ‘Sh1t, what the hell is wrong with me?’

He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again. But this time, I was actually amazed by how true Victor was when he told me about how comfortable these panties could be! It felt so different from men's underwear, they are so smooth, so light, and some of them even make your skin feel cool and refreshing! I never expected how powerful these panties could be! My mind was so blown! After we obtained the sets of lingeries, boxes of squishy silicone breast pads, and pairs of stockings, we went to the next stop.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

Another slid up her thigh, pushing the heavy wool of her habit higher until it bunched around her hips, fully exposing her simple white cotton panties. “Please… this is wrong,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am sworn to God. I cannot…” The words died in her throat as the largest tentacle, thick as her wrist, covered in soft, pulsing ridges, pressed firmly against the soaked crotch of her panties. The tip flared and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, smearing thick, pearlescent slime through the thin fabric. The moment the slime touched her skin, fire ignited in her veins.

He came around the front of the car, his broad shoulders filling the space between us, and held out his hand. Reluctantly, I pulled the bag from under my jacket and handed it over, watching as he dumped the contents onto the hood. The black lace panties spilled out first, delicate and sheer, the kind that would cling to my ass cheeks and show every curve. Then the bra, cups edged with scalloped trim, meant to push my tits up high and inviting. “These are slutty as hell,” he said, picking up the panties and holding them up to the light, the fabric translucent enough to hint at what they’d barely cover.

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.