Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

There's no way my roommate's big, thick cock will fit inside MY tight little pussy. She got up with a start, rushing back to her bedroom. She had just put these fresh panties on, and they were getting soaked with her juices! What was happening to her? She slid the panties down her legs and sat on her bed, spreading her thighs so she could look at her soaking wet opening. She intended to just touch it with her fingertips, to see how wet it was, but she couldn't stop there.

She couldn't fall asleep, as she was troubled all night. First, I searched the internet. Did the male boss give me a bath? Is our relationship still pure? I woke up after fainting from menstrual pain and found out that my male boss had changed my pants and taken a shower for me. What should I do? She posted two consecutive posts and she still felt her whole body was burning hot. I didn't even want to go to work tomorrow, afraid of feeling awkward when I see Hunter.

I have never felt more frustrated in my life than I do right now. Eventually, I pull myself together and meet Camila downstairs. We manage to make it to our lunch meeting in time. Despite my sour mood from not getting to cum in my dream, I manage not to ruin the meeting. But I am uncomfortable from having to walk around with my ass free under my skirt. I know it’s risky, but I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t keep on the pair of panties I’d worn to work that day. It would have been like someone had dipped them in water and put them back on me. But I don’t want to walk around like this for the rest of the day either though, so I need new panties. Luckily, there is a mall close to the restaura

Pleasure shoots through me. "Good girl," he murmurs. "No panties like I wanted. Your married pussy is dripping in a room full of my coworkers." He pushes the tip of his finger inside me. Just a little. I grip the table and pretend to laugh at something someone says across the room. My cheeks feel hot. Ryan keeps teasing me with small movements of his finger while talking normally to a man who walks up to us. They chat about work. All the while his finger slides deeper into my pussy. I am so wet it makes soft sounds but the music covers it. I feel my juices running down my inner thigh. My nipples are so hard they are clearly visible through my dress now.

The way my own body had looked on his screen—legs wide, fingers buried deep, squirting while he watched. I was wet constantly. My panties were ruined by noon each day. I started wearing skirts to work so I could press my thighs together and feel the pressure without anyone noticing. I edged myself in the bathroom stall twice on Wednesday—fingers circling my clit, stopping just before I came, then walking back to my desk with my pulse hammering and my underwear soaked. Thursday night I broke. I waited until 11 p.m. His house lights were off except for the faint blue glow of a television in the living room window. I knew he was awake. I knew he was watching.

Sadie’s POV Last night, my boss walked in on me masturbating. I’d spread my legs wide while sitting in my office chair, feet propped shamelessly on either side of my laptop. My skirt hiked up to my waist, my panties pulled to one side like some mindless maniac in need of a quick fix. “Five minutes” I'd quietly promised, slowly tracing over my folds. But the moment my fingers plunged deep into my throbbing pussy, that silent promise went straight out the window.

Finally, I called security to drag her out of my office. She almost left behind her panties as the security was dragging her out of my office, good thing I remembered it on time, because I wouldn't want to mistakenly find myself in any scandal. When I picked up her panties with a pencil (because I was not touching that), I made the mistake of catching a whiff. The bitch wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. What kind of lunatic gets aroused during an interview?! The worst part is that she had the audacity to even tell me how wet she was.

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.

“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.