Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Faster, wetter, the obscene sounds muffled only by her sleeve-bitten moans. Climax ripped free fiercer this time, vision whiting, knees nearly giving out as she squirted against her hand, splattering the concrete floor with clear evidence of her sin. Panting, she cleaned up hastily with a rag, the fabric coming away soaked. Emerging with a stack of them, face composed, she handed them out. "Found plenty!" The ladies smiled, oblivious. Lila helped wipe tables, but her panties chafed wetly, a constant reminder, her clit pulsing with aftershocks.

he asked, frowning slightly. "Uh… my panties are wet," I blurted before my brain could catch up. Silence. Then, he blinked. Slowly. "Your panties are wet? Why would you even tell me that?" His brows lifted, like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I swallowed hard. "Well, you asked, and I gave an honest answer," I muttered with a shrug, pretending like I wasn’t currently dying inside. He looked at me like I had personally offended his entire lineage. "That is highly unprofessional. And why the hell would you wear wet panties to an interview?"

I began begging as my hand would not stop rubbing my clit fast and hard. "Please... Please, daddies. Can... Can you see my panties?" I pulled my knees up to give an even clearer sight of my now soaked panties. The wet streak on the peach coloured panties was so obvious. "I can see how wet you are, you fucking slut" Luxuria got up to his feet, flyer undone and cock fisted in his hand. "You want to come, ugh?" Grayson asked, his breathing filled with pleasure and his hands moving in that sure way of self pleasuring.

Fuck, I think I'm wet too. These girls are insane. “I told you, I'd make you squirt.” The lady on her knees teased the other one standing and breathing really hard. They both burst out laughing, carefree and totally unworried about the people moving around them. They didn't care, they were just consumed in their own little world of pleasure. I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't stop dripping. How sinful! I suddenly froze, I couldn't even walk again. I stared with amused disbelief. My mouth dropped open in shock.

“Now it’s your turn.” “What kind of story do I get tonight?” She opens her knees so I can touch the cotton covering her pussy. “One about a princess in need of attention.” I push her panties to the side and then slip my fingers between her wet lips. “It’s my favorite.” “Mine too,” she moans, rocking her hips forward.

I hated how my pussy was getting wet between my thighs. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. “Stand up. Bend over the table.” I stood on shaky legs. He pushed me forward until my tits pressed against the wood. He yanked my dress up over my ass. My panties were soaked. He pulled them down roughly. “Look at this wet cunt,” he said. “Fighting me but your pussy is dripping.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I gasped loud. “Ahh… fuck… slow down…” I moaned.

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

Then they went after my pants. The tattooed one hooked his fingers in the waist and dragged them down my hips while the other one kept sucking my tits like he could not stop. My panties came into view, already dark and soaked right in the middle, the fabric stuck to my cunt. “Jesus she is dripping,” the rugged one said against my breast, voice thick. “Feel her. Put your hand between her legs.” A hand slid between my thighs over the wet fabric and I jerked hard. Two fingers pressed against my cunt through the panties and I could hear how soaked I was, the squelch already starting.

"When I was finished he asked me to pull down my jeans but not my panties. I unsnapped my jeans and slipped them down my thighs. He took out his very hard cock from his drenched pants and pulled me down on his lap. His cock slid past my wet panties and split open my pussy, plunging deep into my steamy fuck hole. "I lifted up and slammed down on his cock again and again. His pee-soaked pants and my drenched panties made wet squishing sounds each time I impaled myself down his length. He reached around and rubbed my clit. An orgasm exploded from my pussy and then another. He pushed me off him and said he wanted me to suck his cock.

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.