Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

My body tingled, my p*ssy became wetter as if it wasn’t already wet. He looked at my panties with a smug smile. “Oh so wet already, little thief?” He stared at the wet patch in my panties before he leaned closer to it and sniffed. “You smell so good. I want to bottle this scent up and-” “You want to bottle my cum?” “Yes. And I want to wear your scent and eat you for dinner and breakfast and lunch...” “Shit.... Don’t say things like that...” I moaned out as he pushed the panties inside his backpocket.

I moaned in embarrassment when his hand cupped my pussy through my panties. “So wet…” Hayden murmured after releasing my sensitive nipple from his mouth. His hand began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric covering my crotch. From his reactions, I must have soaked through my underwear with my lusty juices, and I wasn’t surprised. My pussy felt very wet and flooded down there. His exploring fingers slipped into my panties and soon I felt his fingertips prodding my wet opening. --To be continued…

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

I still had on my blouse and my skirt. “She’s wet!” one of the girls announced, lifting my panties to her face. Jeni released me, stepping back and taking her place in the circle. She was smiling. The girl with my panties tossed them to someone else. Fine. Get off sniffing my panties. I was wet though. Really wet. From a kiss by a girl. “It’s your turn…” Jeni said, still smiling at me, but also asking my name again.

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

The apartment’s silence presses against me, the air heavy, as if the story’s heat is choking the room. I keep going, the words filthier: "He spreads my ass cheeks, his fingers sliding along my wet pussy, teasing my entrance. 'You’re soaked, slut,' he growls, and I moan, loud, reckless, the sound echoing. His thumb circles my clit, slow, torturous, until I’m bucking, begging for his cock. He unzips his pants, his dick thick, veined, the head glistening with precum. He rubs it against my slit, coating himself in my juices, and I whimper, my cunt desperate." My thighs press together, my pussy soaking through my shorts, the fabric sticking to my skin. I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet

I wanted to keep it as it was. He smirked and his thumb went up to trace my lips. I closed my eyes, my lips parting a little to relish the little butterflies he gave me. Though, there were more than butterflies pooling down my waist. After we broke the kiss, I had to discard my pantie in the bathroom because it was soaking wet. I would wash it later. There were the housemaids who did the washing, but I did not like someone washing my pantie. Especially when it had my wet climax lingering on it. That was gross. If I was a maid, I would regret my life decision.

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her arousal soaking through her panties. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for his touch. The tension coiled in her body was unbearable, a spring wound so tight it threatened to snap. She knew that even the briefest contact with her clit would shatter her completely. Her panties were already soaked, clinging to her swollen flesh, the evidence of her desperate arousal.

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!