Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

I said softly. “Are you sure?” As she asked this she pressed my hand tightly against her crotch and let out a last little trickle of pee over my fingers. “Well, you already pissed my pants for me,” I said, looking down at my expensive dress pants which were getting colder by the second. “I have another idea though.” Before she could ask what I had in mind, I picked her up and laid her back down on my desk. She giggled a little as she went through the air. She left her legs spread open on my desk and I caught a glimpse of her soft white panties that were now sporting a large yellow stain. I loosened my belt and let my wet pants fall to the floor. They were quickly followed by the boxers that

I want to get fucked. My pussy is always dripping and my panties are always soaking wet. In fact, when I go in public, I always dress slutty and love when guys look at me and their cocks grow in their pants. They look at me and they look so fucking hungry for my pussy. I don't hold back, I always look back and wink and then stare at their cocks. I am very open and love when men get shy when I look straight into their eyes. I fucking own men. On Friday, I went to work, but did touch myself during my zoom meetings and didn't care if I moaned once in a while, even if my co-worker could hear it.

She whimpered softly and started to rub his crotch, right over his cock and balls. "Unzip my pants, my underwear is wet as well." Will instructed, giving her tight ass another squeeze. He rubbed his hand over her ass to cup her right buttock and give that a squeeze as well. She didn't think twice at his instruction, worried that she had badly burnt her boss, her master. She reached up and unfastened his pants, exposing his soaking wet underwear. Without thinking anything, she grabbed another handful of tissues and reached inside the open front of Will’s pants, rubbing his crotch through his wet underwear.

Part of me liked the reminder. In the morning I stood in front of my closet for a long time. No panties. He had been very clear. I chose a short black skirt and a loose sweater. The skirt barely covered my ass. Every step made me aware of how bare I was underneath. I felt exposed even though no one could see. I went to work like normal. Or tried to. Every time my phone buzzed I jumped. It was never him. By lunch I was wet again just from the constant anticipation.

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.” I didn’t understand. Not even a little. I had no clue how I was supposed to sit through a full day of business meetings without panties on, wet and aching like this. But I nodded anyway, cheeks burning. We left the room, and I instantly felt the problem, my thighs sticking slightly with every step, the wetness between them was fast becoming unbearable. No bra. No panties. Just a skirt and a blouse, and the knowledge that at any moment, he might corner me and check how obedient I was being.

he added with a chuckle as he ended the call. My heart began to race, this man has kept me on my toes all day and this was only just my second official work day. How am I going to survive here for months, let alone years? I pondered over going to his office or letting it go, but I couldn’t go home without panties. I mean, I have to go to the police station and on a public bus, what if I forget that I am not putting on panties and I get exposed in public. If I ever made that mistake, I would find myself on the internet before I get home.

Libra got combative. "Felix and I had a disagreement at work," I grinned. "We are settling the issue tonight at six." "What happened?" Brooke leaned in close to me, hungry for details. I was a bastard. "He loudly presented me with these," I slipped Brooke her panties under the table. "In the middle of my office and co-workers. Even my Boss heard it," I added. Brooke's deeply tanned complexion paled. Libra didn't see the panties, but she knew the score.

She could feel the heat of his body, she had to excuse herself to the bathroom midway through to wipe the wetness from her inner thighs. By Friday, she was a mess. She had changed her panties twice already. Every time Kia spoke to her, even about simple work matters, her body betrayed her. Her clit throbbed constantly. Her heavy breasts felt sensitive and full. She kept imagining him bending her over her desk and fucking her right there in the open office. That evening, most of the staff had already left. The office grew quiet. Valentina was packing her bag when her phone buzzed. Kia: My office. Now.

⸻ 9:25 AM -- In Uniform, in Line, Plugged, and Drenched She texted Sir again. TSA update, Sir. Still plugged. Coworker made a comment about how I walk. Said if I was in his room tonight I'd be lucky to stand tomorrow. I almost came standing in line. My panties would be ruined if I were wearing any. I'm dripping. Soaking. I need to beg. The reply came quickly: "You will report the entire interaction in tonight's confession. Word for word. Word. For. Word. Understood?" She shuddered.