Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

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.

“Stand up for me.” I rose on shaky legs and leaned forward, pressing my palms to the cool wooden surface. He stood behind me, he lifted the hem of my uniform exposing my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and drew them down slowly, letting them pool at my ankles. I stepped out of them, my heart hammering more than ever. He ran his palms over my bottom, squeezing gently, then a little harder. “Such a pretty view.” His hand dipped between my legs, stroking softly along my folds. I was embarrassingly wet already. He groaned loudly obviously pleased.

One guy helped, his fingers brushing my shoulder, sending a spark through me. In just bra and panties, I spun slowly. Their praise“Nice ass,” “Awesome little titties,” “Super abs”made me wet. I was starting to enjoy the attention. Then someone called for the bra. Bill nodded. I hesitated, but a hand unsnapped it. I clutched it to my chest, then let it fall. My nipples hardened under their stares. “Awesome tits… nice nipples…” I spun again, lost in their words. My panties were soaked. Jeff noticed: “Her panties are all wet..she’s enjoying this.”

One of the students complains and this makes everyone else start talking too. And without uttering any words, I drop down to my knees, unzipping Xander. Xander's gaze peers down at me, his eyes are saying everything his mouth can't express–anger, frustration and something dark that I couldn't explain. That scares me…so I avert his gaze, focusing on his pants. I know Xander has never had a problem being in the nude publicly because he's a flirt who gets blowjobs every now and then. But what I don't expect to see is the small bulge after I unzip him.

My ass was perfectly positioned, dress riding up around my waist, soaked panties clinging between my thighs. “Take those off.” I obeyed without hesitation. Slid the wet fabric down and stepped out of them. He pocketed them with a grin. His pants were already unzipped. His cock—hot, heavy, hard—slapped against my ass as he yanked me back into place. “No teasing,” I begged, voice already shaking. “I need it now.” “Oh, I know you do. You’re dripping down your legs.” He rubbed the tip against my entrance, spreading the mess, making sure I felt every second of how badly I needed him.

Every instinct screamed at him to keep pushing, to lose himself in her, but the reality of the door…of his best friend, his brother from another mother, standing on the other side…was a tether pulling him back to earth. He withdrew, the wet, sliding sound agonizing, a vacuum of sensation that left them both shivering. He didn't give himself a second to recover. He scrambled off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floorboards. He was a mess…his skin flushed, his eyes wild, his boxers bunched and useless. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, his fingers clumsy, almost tearing the fabric as he hiked them up. He didn't even bother with the button, just kept them held up by the pressure of his bel

“Please… I’m so wet. My pussy hurts.” Marcus glanced over, eyes darkening. “Sophia, not now. We’re dealing with your expulsion first.” But I couldn’t wait. Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks. I spread my legs wide in the seat, my short school skirt riding all the way up. No panties — I’d lost them somewhere in the locker room. My slick, swollen pussy was on full display, glistening and dripping onto the leather seat. “Look… it’s dripping everywhere,” I cried, sliding two fingers through my folds and pushing them inside with a wet squelch. I pumped them desperately, moaning loudly. “I need cum, Daddy. I’ll do anything.”

She also wanted me to start keeping a daily journal about what sexual things I thought about and how aroused they made me. I felt relieved that my punishment wasn't physical pain, but honestly, the emotional stress would be worse. Going to work with wet panties was kind of a turn on. I thought about my Mistress for the first couple hours at the office until my tasks required more focus. The rest of the day was pretty normal, although I was looking forward to getting home to edge again and then be naked. I imagined Victoria would relent and want to play tonight. OK, that was dumb. She didn't even contact me, although I sent her a picture of my obviously soaked panties. It felt great to be nak

I take a quick shower and scrub between my legs, and I try to finish off with my fingers, but it doesn't work. Panting and now even more frustrated than before, I stumbled out from the bathroom, only to find the prick playing video games on his phone. I almost sob at the sight------ that's the only thing he's good at. Hell, he doesn't even look at me now I'm in only a towel. After drying myself, I put on my clothes, I find my slippers at the front door and leave his house for him. The idiot; always turning me on only to leave me hanging.