Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

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.

What could he mean, Linda had had enough of e-mails for one week, she desperately wanted to go home and have a long soak in the bath and relieve the throbbing between her legs. "Before I send it to you be a good girl and pop to the loo to get those panties off, I'm sure there soaked through anyway" How could he know, Linda to her shame had been wet all afternoon. Before she could answer he had hung up, Linda was up from her desk and half way across the office before she realised what she was doing, she made it to the toilets and shut the door on the cubicle. She hitched her skirt up and peeled her soaking panties down her legs, she couldn't resist the temptation to finger herself quickly, I

I need her leaking from both holes in order for the punishment to work. Now that I’m done releasing my own tension, I pull out and put her panties back in place and then I pull up her pants, “You will wear these cum-filled panties all day at work, and when we get home, I will fill you up again, and again. Do you have a problem with that?” “No, Sir.” She whispers breathlessly.

She rolled her eyes internally, thinking, "like this spineless little man has the balls to ask for anything crazy." He took another deep breath and stood and looked directly at her with an intensity that she hadn't seen before. "No more underwear," he said quickly. "For you." A smile came to her lips and she raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise. "Not so spineless after all!" she thought. "After today, you are no longer allowed to wear either bra, or panties when you come to work," he said, finally finding his voice. "Is that clear?" Jessie felt her pussy grow a little damp at how much he'd turned in such a short amount of time.

I wonder who he is, to be able to afford to stay here. For the next hour and a half, I work in a bit of a daze. Fortunately, I have no real problems with any of the work, because were I to have to bend over, for example, the whole world would see that I'm not wearing any panties. He has those, discarded on his bathroom floor. The egg works sporadically, sometimes resting quiescent inside me, but then bringing me upright with a gasp as it suddenly vibrates to life. My pussy juices are running, working their way down my thighs.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

Ray ordered her not to masturbate or come until she was under his and Oot’s care on Friday. By Friday morning, she felt ready to rip out of her skin and run around screaming. She received permission to wear panties at work and when running errands or she’d have a wet spot on her pants as well. What she hadn’t counted on was working herself into a frazzle, nervous energy combining with adrenaline as she raced through work before leaving early and heading straight home to clean her house and get ready for Ray and Oot. She plopped down on the couch, dressed and packed and ready to go, with the early news on a little after five o’clock. It seemed like seconds later when the doorbell rang.

“But they’ll see you. They’ll see how flushed you are, how you squirm when I touch you.” She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that rose in her throat as he rubbed her clit through the damp fabric. Her body betrayed her instantly, hips jerking against his hand. “God, you’re shameless,” he growled softly, sliding the panties aside and plunging two fingers into her dripping heat. “Cumming at work like a whore.”