Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

There was a dark, wet stain on his pants, right where I had been sitting. The scent of my arousal rose up to greet me, mingling with the scent of his cologne. Aaron looked down at me, his gaze scorching, taking in my submission. "Take off your dress," I took it off immediately. The air in the living room was cool, raising gooseflesh on my skin, but under his stare, I felt like I was burning alive. "And the bra," he added. I reached behind my back, unhooking the clasp and let the lace fall away.

I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet. “God, I’m pathetic,” I whispered to the empty room, but there was no real shame in it. Just hunger. I shoved the jeans down my hips in one impatient motion, kicking them off along with my socks. My panties were simple black cotton, already soaked—clung to my shaved pussy. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled them away, letting the cool air hit my slick folds. A soft gasp escaped through my lips. I was wet. Embarrassingly wet. The kind of wet that made my thighs slide together when I walked.

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."

I stood up, tried to take my soaked pants and underwear off. Hurry, hurry, hurry. He's gonna find you. He's gonna hurt you. Hurry, hurry, hurry. The words ran through my mind over and over. I looked around my closet. Felt my belly drop into my toes. All my clean underwear was in my dresser. Out in my bedroom. I yanked down another pair of pants from above me. Almost screamed when the hangers knocked against each other. My legs were trembling as I tried to get my pants on. My fingers wouldn't work. Wouldn't do what I told them to do.

I can’t stay in this ugly place,my pack needed me, I slowly stood up, walked out of the basement,walked to the nearest room,opened it,walked in,it was different in here,nice smell,bed, and I spotted a bathroom in the corner except that I didn’t see there was someone in the dressing room. I slowly opened my trousers,closed my eyes,let out a deep groan and sigh,listened to the stream of my own urine as it hit the toilet,as it left my body ,when I was done,I turned to zip my trousers only to find a veiled nun staring at me wide eyed, I jolted back and the old woman screamed. In confusion,I didn’t move ,forgot to zip my pants,the rest of the two nuns stormed in ,there eyes widened in shock, scre

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

he rasped, his voice like gravel. "Shut up," I hissed. I reached for my belt. I unbuckled my trousers and let them slide down my hips. I stepped out of them, standing before him in nothing but my bra and a pair of matching lace G-string. I was already soaking wet. The scent of him, the thrill of the arrest, and the memories of three years ago had me ready to burst.

The sound of morning from a p**n movie played in the background. He opened his mouth, whimpering loudly while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He came. His cum spraying on the bathroom floor with him bent over, his whole body shaking. I stood there, unmoved and uncertain of what to do. Because the man on the floor was none other than…. “Mark?” He shot up from the floor, his eyes widening in panic as they fell upon me. He looked a mess, scrambling with trousers and not caring about staining it with his release.

Spreading through the fabric of my briefs, soaking into my pants. I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles go white. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. My vision blurs at the edges. My heart hammers against my ribs like it's trying to break free. This is bad. This is dangerous. I look down. The wet spot on my pants is shameless. Dark. Obvious. I came in my pants like some teenager who just saw his first pair of tits. But it wasn't tits. It was him.

When he was shirtless and wet while washing his dad’s car, with water drenching him up down to his condom boxers… Or in his checkers college uniform that clings to his chiseled abs… Fuck! I remember every filthy memory! It's the same reason I fingered myself last night till I was trembling with his name on my lips. I came so hard that it soaked into my panties and left me panting. Too lazy for a bath, I had simply wiped my purring cunt with my panties, allowed the poor thin fabric soak it up before dumping it aside and sleeping stark naked. I just want the tip of his cock rubbing against my wet slippery cunt… I just… Oh, god!