Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

“Slowly. I want to see how wet your married cunt is.” I stood on shaky legs in front of him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants and panties together. I slid them down my smooth legs, bending at the waist so my heavy tits hung and swayed. When I stepped out of them, I was completely naked, my shaved pussy on full display. My outer lips were swollen and pink, my inner folds glistening with thick, creamy juices that had already started dripping down my inner thighs. Ethan’s eyes locked between my legs. “Holy shit. Look at that sloppy pussy. It’s fucking dripping. Spread your lips for me. Show your stepson how wet you get for forbidden cock.”

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Greg suggested that I help her and told me to lift her dress above her panties. I could feel my wife tremble as I held her dress up and exposed her panties. Their cocks became visible from inside their pants. "Pull down her top," they said before commanding her to undo their pants. Tabi very nervously undid their pants. They both stepped out of their pants and tossed them aside. "Hold your panties down for us sweetie," one of them said. Greg insisted that he check to see if she was wet. "Hold still," he told her as he pushed his finger in the opening of her pussy.

Not making any progress he let go of his boxers and made an attempt pulling with both hands. Sarah, genuinely trying to be helpful, leaned down and pulled on the sides of his pants, which then immediately began to slide, and with a sudden wet *slosh* his pants did come off, completely down both legs. But unfortunately, right along with his boxers. Acutely aware that he was now naked, and his erection was free and pointing directly where it morally shouldn't be, he began to turn and cover himself.

When he got all his shit settled down, he said, "The creek on dad's ranch isn't like this. I love it." We swam around for a while as we talked. Brad was particularly interested in how I could sit around with two naked men at night and let them look at my naked body. I told him it started because I am not used to the weather here. I recanted my story, how at first, I took off my shirt and did my work and then didn't bother to put it back on at night when my men came back in from the field. I told Brad it wasn't long after that I started wearing only my panties at night when my guys were there.

“On your knees, sweetheart.” I sank down, the concrete biting into my skin through my thin skirt, knees aching already. The whiskey blurred the edges, but not enough to ignore the way their belts clacked open, pants dropping. Their cocks sprang free….Jay’s thick and veined, Jerry's cock was longer, curving up, Tony's already leaking at the tip. They stroked themselves, watching me, the air heavy with their musk.

“Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.” Heat flooded between my thighs. My nipples pierced hard against my top, I pressed my thighs together but it wasn’t enough anymore. I looked around once; everywhere was empty and quiet. Then I slid my hands down my skirt, my panties were already damp, then I pushed them aside and let my fingers slide through my dripping arousal. I circled my swollen clit with a soft moan. God, I was so fucking soaked. The words on the page blurred as I read on. “Please…” she begged, hips rocking against his tongue. “I need you inside me. Ruin me right here, where anyone could walk in.”

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

The man I’d been obsessively writing filthy stories about for months — stories where he used me, bred me, ruined me while his wife waited at home none the wiser. I quickly closed my laptop, wiped my slick fingers on my thigh, and pulled on a tiny white tank top (no bra, nipples already stiff and obvious) and the shortest sleep shorts I owned. No panties. My shaved pussy was puffy and glistening, lips swollen from how long I’d been teasing myself.

I was about to close the door of the bathroom for him when he stopped me. " I can't remove my pants," he said, pointing to his pants. Didn't he say he was okay just some minutes ago? I looked at his pants, then back at him before I decided to help. I walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of him. I could see a hint of a smile on his face as I was close enough. Maybe he was telling lies? I sighed and pulled the pant avoiding looking at his dick even if my wolf wanted to see what is hers. What a pervert