Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

Ass only this time. Morning dawned routine kisses to husband over coffee ("Have a great day, dear"), pancakes for kids, blouse buttoned to chin for work. Spreadsheets blurred under fluorescent hum, colleagues complimenting her glow ("You look radiant, Helen!"). She smiled demure, thighs pressing under desk, panties crotchless today secret purchase, easy access for lunchtime stall-fingering in office restroom. Locked door, skirt up, mirror propped phone capturing her face as fingers plunged, biting lip bloody to muffle cries, squirting into toilet with shuddering release.

My panties were the only thing in the way. I wish I could take off my sweatshirt, but he ordered me to lay down. And I don't want to ruin the moment. Call me crazy, but this means a lot to me. His eyes rested on my panties. It is white. I can tell he can see my wetness. God, that's embarrassing. His eyes moved to me. I stared at him nervously. "Wet already," he said. I can't help it. "Perhaps I was touching you in your head, wasn't I?" he asked.

I had even thought she made a mistake by adding it to her clothes,I mean why would I wash the panties of an adult. "I thought you made a mistake by putting it amongst the clothes I will be washing since you don't include it before." I said. "Have collected your last month salary?" She suddenly asked. "Yes ma'am,you have paid me." I said. "You do what I said bi*ch I employed you and not the other way around,you do my bidding,now go in there and wash everything for me." She ordered and I slowly walked into her bathroom to take her panties. * When is all this going to end,am tired of this type of life.

NATHAN "You know how risky this is," she says. I spin her around, pressing her against the metal. I lift her dress, exposing her ass and revealing the incredible lace and bow panties she's wearing. A moan escapes my throat. "Fuck. You can't wear this to work. There's probably a law against it. From now on, I won't have a moment's peace wondering if you're wearing one of these things."

I then wobbled into his office and started searching around. I noticed his office had been mopped. Imagine if one of the cleaners saw it?!! I mentally cringed and looked under the table, and there it was. My black lacy panties. I rejoiced happily and got up to leave when the door flew open. I quickly hid the panties behind me. I could not start explaining to anyone of why I was standing in Diego's office in his shirt with my panties in my hand. But guess what? It wasn't just anybody.... it was him!!

Chapter 9 By the time I made it back to my desk, my thighs were a slick, sticky disaster. Lucian’s second load mixed with the first was slowly dripping out of me with every step, soaking the insides of my skirt and making my skin glisten faintly under the harsh office lights. I sat down carefully, pressing my legs together, but it only made the wet mess worse. The leather chair felt cool against my bare ass, a constant filthy reminder that I was sitting in the middle of the marketing floor with no panties and my boss’s cum leaking out of me.

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. I was dressed in a black office dress, short skirts, no panties, and a undershirt from which my nipples were visible. After work, I could not get my mind to focus, because all I wanted was to get fucked like the whore I am. So I decided to take the matters in my own hands.

Not giving up on my cock hunting adventure, I stand up to sit on my desk, just maybe he will see how soaked I am to ignore when I catch my reflection in the side mirror. The place my pussy has conveniently sat on, is soaked up, a darker shade than the fabric. A wash of embarrassment runs through me. I slowly adjust it off my ass, hoping no one would tell, but a silly thought crosses my head. ‘What if he sees it… and likes it?’ I watch him nod at whatever the manager is saying… And study him close enough to see his fake interest. It's obvious, he wants the manager out as much as I do. Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, a

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.