Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

"I'm just staying at Mr. Bornes’s house temporarily." The two colleagues exchanged a glance and slapped their thighs. "That makes sense!" "You must have had a tough time during this period, right?" My colleague's once critical gaze now showed understanding. "You've really been through a lot." I almost couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes, "It’s not that tough, I’m just serving Mr. Borne..." It appeared that slacking off and engaging gossip were irresistible tendencies for the workforce. Before the end of the workday, word had spread from the HR director down to the company receptionist, and everyone was aware of the reality of my "cohabitating" with the Osborn.

Linda’s POV “I want you in the records room, on your knees by the fourth shelf, no panties at exactly one pm.” I reread the text and blushed hard. I should not be found frolicking around with a coworker, but Sven Diano was a different breed entirely. The company we worked for was huge, and usually people like us would never meet because our departments are literally on different floors.

As she approached him, she looked at her clothes: a blue chiffon top and a high-waisted black skirt with matching workplace heels, accompanied by a lacey black bra and a body spray deodorant. “Go ahead and take your time. This morning, I’m not in a hurry. At 10 o’clock, I have a meeting. So, when you are done, I’ll be waiting for you in the living room. I have some phone calls to make,” he continued, his face serious and professional. He was nothing like the Mason she had met the night before. “What about panties, Mason?” “I don’t have any to wear here.” “You won’t need those,” he said. Her pupils dilated. “No panties at work. They’ll just get in the way,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he st

“Trying to get caught while you imagined your boss doing filthy things to your tight little pussy? His words caused more wetness to gather in my panties, so much that I had to take a step back, trying to move away from intensity between us that made breathing a little difficult. “Tell me, Emily.” He inched closer, swallowing the space I’d created. “Will I find you wet when I slide my fingers into your panties?” Another shiver nearly knocked me off my feet. My nipples were hard, begging for attention, and thank goodness I was wearing a hoodie. If I had been wearing anytime less, he would’ve seen just how much his words were affecting me.

was trending in private group chats. My colleagues looked at me differently. Some with pity, others with disgust. And yet, here I was, standing in front of my office door at 9:55 PM, heart pounding, thighs already slick. I unlocked the door with trembling fingers and stepped inside. The room was dark except for the desk lamp I left on. I closed the door, locked it, and slowly removed my pencil skirt, folding it neatly on the chair. My emerald blouse stayed on, but I unbuttoned the top few buttons, letting the fabric part to reveal the deep valley of my cleavage. My lace panties were already damp. I left them on for now.

"Take it easy there, cousin. I don't see why you'd have your dick in your hand when you know that's not appropriate workplace behavior." "You know what else isn't? Invasion of privacy, asshole." "How the hell am I invading your privacy?" he questioned with a stupid head tilt. "This company belongs to all of us. This office could very well be mine one day." Anger coursed through me and I shook my head at him. Felix put his hands up, acting all innocent. "What? That's the truth, isn't it? That's why I'm here. You have other things to manage and—"

"Only with a clean workplace can the company develop even better. Someone who sells her body has no right to stand there acting righteous and speaking on behalf of the company." "Now you're pretending to care about the company? The best thing you can do for it is to get the hell out right now." I lowered my voice, wanting to stop this farce from escalating any further. "You're all mistaken. Actually, the owner of the company is my…"

I even felt something warm oozing out of me. They saw it all, and it was utterly embarrassing. Wilson turned to the others. "She's soaking wet. There's no point holding back now. Let's do it together!" "Okay." As soon as they said that, they tore my underwear away and forced my legs wider. I was on the verge of tears, my voice breaking as I begged, "N-No… Please don't. There are four of you. It'll hurt…" Wilson pulled off his belt and snapped it hard against my butt. The sting made me flinch violently, though I couldn't help but want more.

After cumming in Kim's ass, I had the honors of being able to wash it with fragrant body soap until it became beautiful, squeaky clean, and have a great smell. When we were done showering I asked Kim if she could go bottomless at all times. She said, "Well, admittedly I don't like wearing pants & would be fine to get rid of all of them, but it would be illegal for me to be bottomless in public, and I could get fired from my job if I showed up bottomless."

The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling. Six days ago I walked in on my ex inside another woman and felt nothing but relief. Relief that I could stop pretending. Stop being Boring Betty — the quiet girl who never asked for more than missionary and a goodnight kiss, who faked orgasms because it was easier than explaining what she actually needed, who went home after safe, bland sex and touched herself to fantasies so dark they scared her. I sign my name at 6:55 PM. My legs are trembling as I walk the envelope to the executive suite. My underwear is ruined. I can feel how swollen I am with every step, my clit pulsing against the wet lace, my nipples stiff under