Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

So here we are after class, all alone… Should I do the right thing and just lecture her? Or should I risk losing my job by fucking her slutty little ass on top of my desk. I’m very tempted to go with the latter option… “No grown woman magically forgets to wear panties, Cassie,” I said smiling coyfully. “It’s just you and me here. Don't worry this conversation doesn’t leave this room. I’m going to only ask you this one time. "Why didn’t you wear panties today?”I asked this time my voice vibrating with authority.

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

“Sit down again, Cleia. And spread your legs a little. I want to see if you’re as wet as I imagine.” She obeyed, her face burning with humiliation and excitement. She sat down and parted her thighs slightly. The skirt rode up, revealing the black lace of her panties. Albert stared directly between her legs, slowly licking his lips. “Fuck… look at that dark spot. You’re already dripping, aren’t you? A 24-year-old girl soaking her panties just because her 48-year-old boss said some dirty things to her. You like this, don’t you? You like being treated like my personal little whore by a man who could be your father.”

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 gasped again, my body reacting instantly even though my brain was screaming that we were at work. “Greg, we’re at work,” I tried to say weakly, pleading with him while half-heartedly struggling in his grip. It was useless. He was too strong, and a big part of me didn’t actually want to get away. “So you remembered we’re at work, yet you still chose to wear this to distract me?” he growled, his hand sliding up my thigh and under my skirt until his fingers slipped into my panties. “I fucking knew you’d be wet already.”

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.

I could bet that by the time I would be done with her today, when I came back, her pussy would be dripping wet. "But this is an office. You don't expect me to walk around the place with no panties on. What if someone notices and they start talking? This is not fair." She said to me, "Are you going to be walking around opening your clothes for anyone who cares to watch? Hell, Abby, I'm giving you a really fair offer and you are forcing my hand. You know what, delay some more and I would make certain that I get your bra too. You have five seconds. One..." I started counting.