Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

I can feel it burning my bones, and my mind is on overdrive, thinking and considering every tiny detail. "How safe is the industry?" She asks. I go to ask her in which aspect she means, but I decide to answer all of them, and then she knows. "Workers have to have health checks frequently. Proof of contraception must be shown as well. The women in the industry should be safe, but each company is different, they operate their own rules, and such. The one I was at, wasn't run by a man with morals, someone had to speak up for the women who were too afraid to," I say.

I made an uncomfortable huff and looked back over my shoulder as I complained, "Cindy, my panties are all wet and uncomfortable. Can you take them off for me, please?" Cindy started and looked into my eyes with a shock that quickly turned to excitement as I felt the tiny girl's fingers grab the waist of my panties and begin pulling them down. I sighed as I felt the cool air hit my exposed asshole and wet pussy. I hadn't been lying, my pussy had absolutely soaked my panties and I could feel my juices had run down to my asshole too. I moaned softly as I felt Cindy's warm lips press against my ass cheek and begin to suck as her tiny hands continued to trail over my ass reverently.

“You know what? Pull down your pants. Let's do this together.” “What? No. I'm at work. What if someone sees me?” “You don't need me to remind you that the only reason you're still working there is that I allow you to. Right?” I swallowed the rest of my protest and slowly pulled down my pants. And then my panties. “Lower the camera. I wanna see how wet you are.” I did as he asked. He let out a breathy grunt. “God you're so fucking wet. Go ahead. Touch it.”

For a long moment we stayed locked together, breathing hard, trembling. Adrian pulled out slowly, watching his cum trickle from me with a possessive and satisfied look. “Rule two,” he murmured against my hair. “No panties when you’re in this office. I want easy access to what’s mine.” I nodded, still dazed, still dripping. He retrieved my ruined panties from his pocket, brought them to his nose once more, and smiled. “Now get to work, Ms. Morgan. We have a company to run.” I turned to leave on shaky legs, his cum already sliding down my inner thigh. At the door, I paused and looked back.

My name was Chandler Poe. I worked at a small company run by a married couple. The boss's wife, Irene Peters, sat right next to me. Every day, she showed up in tight pencil skirts, her long legs impossible to ignore. The worst part was that she loved slipping off her heels. She would just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me. I was a young guy. There was only so much I could take. Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it.

Every time I swallowed, it tightened just enough to make me wetter. I smoothed my pencil skirt as the doors opened, forcing a professional smile for the receptionist. "Morning, Sarah." "Morning! You look flushed. Late night?" My cheeks burned. "Just some overtime." If only she knew the overtime involved being bent over the conference table, screaming his name while he fucked my ass raw. The bullpen was buzzing with Monday energy. I sank into my desk chair carefully, biting my lip as the pressure hit my sore hole. Fresh wetness trickled out, soaking my panties instantly. I crossed my legs, trying to stem the flow, but it only made my clit throb harder.

He grins. I walk over to where he's lying. “Nice try, but no.” “What color panties are you wearing today?” He asks. “Cotton white granny panties.” I retort. “I know for a fact you don't own any granny panties.” He smirks. He sits up and runs his hands up my legs. “It's ok I got this. I'll look for myself.” “Brady cut it out. We need to go through these applications. And get our assistants hired.” I warn.

She spent her work hours in the bathroom slacking off! I smiled. "Does the plaintiff's company policy of fining employees 500 dollars for every minute spent in the restroom comply with labor regulations? And more to the point, the security footage from last month shows a grand total of 40 minutes. "Are we really going to argue that 40 minutes over the course of an entire month isn't a basic human need?" By this point, the internet was already losing its mind. Whether it was because so many people knew what it felt like to be ground down by their own companies, or just plain sympathy, the tide was turning in my favor.

Gary, my boss, steps beside him and looks up at me, saying something to Jason I can't hear. I feel my blouse pop open and can see people looking at my bra. I feel so embarrassed, and even more so when my slacks sink lower, and then slip to my thighs. I try to move my legs to keep them from falling off, but that causes them to hook my panties. Before I know it, I'm hanging over my desk half-stripped. My panties are barely holding my pants up, and half an ass cheek is out. I hear Cassie from the next cube complimenting my underwear for god's sake!

A distinct—and horrifying—lack of fabric where fabric should definitely be. Slowly, dread creeping up my spine, I reach back and press a hand against my skirt. Against my bare ass. Oh God. No. My underwear. I left my panties in Mr. Macaulay's office. Fucking hell. How could I be so unfathomably careless? What the fuck am I going to do now? I can't just spend the rest of the day at the office completely commando. What if someone notices? A cold sweat breaks out on the back of my neck as the reality settles in.