Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

after about an hour i realized my underwear was also in the hamper my face grew red,i sprung up and searched for the laundry room after walking around for like 10min ,i heard a low humming sound that sounded like a washing machine i smiled in victory,but as i got closer i started hearing grunts and whispered cuss words,my curiousity got the best of me,i slowly tip toed to the door,thank god these werent squeaky tiles,i got to the door and it was slightly ajar,i hid my body well before poking my head in. my body froze at the sight,uncle was shirtless,and his short wear down on his ankles,he held my panties to his nose sniffing my days perspiration and scent from my underwear,his other hand st

My cock was pulsing; I could feel the wetness at the tip as pre-cum leaked from my aching balls. My asshole was clenched tight and I knew that if I didn't do something about it there would soon be a big mess in my pants.Luckily Nanny relaxed her death grip and I could pull away for a second. She reached up and shrugged off her dress, it fell to the floor around her feet. There she stood on a pair of panties which clearly outlined the shape of her bulging sex, the fabric pulled deep into the vertical slit of her pussy.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good. They'd needed wrung out and dried as much as she did. She'd not be sorry when that part of this little experiment was over. She'd not bargained for wet all day eve

and "please please..... Please!!!" He undid the fastnings of my selwar as he sucked and bit my skin; now marred with lovebites. He sharply pulled it off my legs and sat face to face with my dripping wet pussy. I had forgotten that I was not wearing a panty ,that it was in his room drying as we did this sinful act.He smiled at me from between my legs. "Its like a wild river down here, look it's even soaking the table"I bit my lips as I sat there exposed and trembling."

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

“Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me.” He smirked down at me, his thick cock in his hand, stroking it while his eyes drilled into mine. He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs roughly. My dress was already soaked from my juices, my panties sticking to me. I could feel my own arousal dripping out. He grabbed my panties and tore them down. My heart raced. This was it. I was about to let a stranger, no, not just a stranger, a powerful older man fuck me.

My trembling lips parted, and I let out words that cringed life out of me. “I think my pants are pretty wet,” I whispered as low as possible. I watched his lips stretch into a smirk, and he pulled his head back. “It's not,” he muttered. I shook my head, refusing to believe him. I had been dripping liquid for hours. There was no way my pants hadn't been affected by my wet coochie. “You want to remain seated here forever?” He asked. I bit my lips and lowered my head. “It's clean, I can feel it,” he muttered.

When he was sure no one was there he told me to take off my clothes. I took off my top and he put his hand straight on my pussy. It was already soaking wet. He said, “You whore has come ready to fuck without wearing panties. When I saw your hairy arms I knew you would have more lust.” I looked at him and whispered, “I have been wanting to climb your big brown cock since I saw it.” He smiled and said, “Once the cock cums, it will take more time to cum for a second time. I will fuck till your pussy becomes sore.”

Then he worked the button of his trousers open and dragged the zipper down, inch by inch, and I forgot how to breathe. He pushed his trousers down and freed himself, and the sight of him made my mouth go dry. He was big. Long and thick, hard and straining, and my thighs pressed together on their own. He caught them and pushed them apart again. "You wanted to see," he said, stroking himself with lazy pulls. "So look." "I'm looking." My voice came out tiny. "I've never—" "Never what?" "Never wanted anyone this much." The words spilled out raw and honest. "Not this fast. Not like this."

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."