If you have read any of my other blogs, you will already know that I rather like being naughty. But I am not sure exactly why I find the idea of selling my worn knickers quite so thrilling
The excitement when my phone pings and I see the message confirming “Sold for £20”
I have already provided the gentleman with a couple of pictures, of just the knickers and of me wearing them
I look fondly at the pretty pair of little white knickers and reread my buyer’s requests, so I can be sure to follow them exactly
“I want you to wear the panties for a full day, then in the evening you must masturbate in them for a while. Make sure you cum in the panties. I want a picture of the wet gusset. Then please stuff them inside your pussy for ten minutes. Next, immediately seal them in a zip lock bag and send first thing the next morning”
A relatively straight forward request!
The next day I pull on the little white knickers and smooth my fitted work dress down over them. I feel the thrill of knowing I am wearing them for an unknown man. That thought makes me tingle between my legs even as I slip on my high heels
I go about my day – talking to colleagues, attending meetings, giggling over coffee with a friend – I wriggle in my chair feeling the thin white fabric stick to my slick pussy. The knowledge that a stranger will soon be inspecting and enjoying my knickers keeps me in a constant state of arousal
As I take the tube home from work, I look forward to my masturbation session. I wonder if the men around me can sense the erectness of my nipples and the wetness of my pussy as I grind surreptitiously in my seat
I open my front door, already giddy with anticipation. I make myself take it slow. I pour myself a cool drink, savouring the first sip of gin and tonic on my lips. Then gradually I undress myself, caressing my curves indulgently as I do so. Until I am naked except for my little white panties
I play with my breasts – stroking the smooth flesh, feeling the weight of them in my hands. Then I move to the nipples; I tug hard at them, I twist them between my fingers. The flickers of pain flame my desires
I slide a finger inside myself, revelling in how wet I already am. I smear my juices over my clit, feeling it harden under my touch. Then I remove my fingers and place them back on the outside of my knickers. I start to circle my clit with my fingers through the thin white fabric. I luxuriate in the sensations
I push the fabric aside, so the fingers of my other hand can start to push in and out of myself. The fingers of one hand rubbing my clit, the fingers of my other hand thrusting into myself harder and faster. Gentle moans start to escape my lips and my back arches
I am close, but struggling to get myself to that final point of climax
I focus my mind again, I remind myself of my sluttish behaviour, how I am masturbating in my knickers for a complete stranger. I think how incredibly naughty I am. And my orgasm comes quick and fast, washing over me in gorgeous waves of pleasure. I cry out as spasms rock my body
I sigh as I recover and can feel how soaked the knickers are between my thighs. I smile in decadent pleasure. I reach for my phone and take the requested picture of the wet fabric clinging to my pussy, the material almost transparent with my juices
I think of his instructions and peel my knickers off and push them inside my pussy, forcing the last bit of fabric inside me. I sit back in my armchair, tucking my legs underneath me and sip my gin and tonic. I savour the coolness of the ice cubes melting on my tongue. I feel wonderfully deviant
The ten minutes is up, and my glass is drained. I reluctantly tug at my knickers, pulling the fabric from me. I seal them in the zip lock bag and think what stimulating fun I have had with them today
I address the envelope and I send him the final picture. Job done! I just hope he realises how much I enjoyed myself along the way
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