CFNM Fun part 1

So, I'm just getting ready to head out and meet my friend Abby for a drink. It’s been ages since we last hung out, and I’m super excited! My name's Kim, I’m 36 years old, happily married with two kids, and I think I’ve managed to keep a pretty good figure, if I say so myself. Anyway, I’m making my way to our local pub, which has a really great vibe. I love stepping out of the house for a bit; it's such a refreshing change to have some adult fun and not just be around the kids all the time!

As I grab a seat and order myself a drink, I see Abby come in, and it’s like our friendship picks up right where we left off. We start chatting away, and I can’t help but notice that she seems to be a bit more flush with cash than the last time we saw each other. It piqued my curiosity, so I thought, why not just ask her? I was playing it cool, but the grin on Abby's face had me thinking something exciting was on the horizon.

“Okay, spill the beans! Did you get a new job or something?” I jokingly prodded, raising an eyebrow. She just chuckled mischievously, clearly enjoying the suspense. “You could say that,” she said, her eyes practically twinkling with a secret. I leaned in closer, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “What do you mean?” I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

“Alright, promise me you won’t be shocked,” she said with that playful grin. I laughed in disbelief, “Oh, come on! Just tell me already!”

“Okay, so there’s this woman I met who clued me into this fascinating world,” Abby continued, “and I decided to see what it was all about!” My mind raced with curiosity. “What kind of world are we talking about here?”

With a big smile, she dropped the bombshell: “Apparently, there are tons of guys out there who actually pay good money to be dominated and, um, humiliated by women.” My jaw nearly hit the floor as I was trying to process what Abby was saying. “Wait, are you for real? What do you mean, exactly?”

Once again, she smiled that sneaky smile of hers. “So, I set up a site where these guys who are into this kind of thing can contact me, and we work out arrangements to meet up.” I felt like I was in a scene from a movie—I was both shocked and fascinated. “Are you serious?” I gasped. “You’re making money from this?”

“Absolutely! Kim, I’m telling you, it’s a fortune I’m making, and I’m genuinely having a lot of fun doing it too!” she exclaimed, and I just sat there, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my head, trying to figure out how to respond. “But what exactly do you have to do?” I asked, utterly intrigued.

“Well, I’m still pretty new to it all,” she admitted, “but basically, it’s a world where these men love to be humiliated by women. I had this guy who wanted me to strip him naked and humiliate the size of his, tiny cock,” she giggled. “And then he wanted me to sit there and tease him, by opening my legs while he wanked his cock.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My brain processed the information in bits and pieces, but I was undeniably intrigued by the whole scenario. “There’s so much more to dive into, but yeah, I’m still learning the ropes. There are men out there who actually want to be hurt—like kicked in the balls or slapped with a belt,” she explained with a teasing smile.

“Wait, so do you have to, uh, actually have sex with them?” I asked, my eyes wide with shock. “Honestly, I haven’t done anything like that yet, but I guess it depends on what they request,” she said nonchalantly.

At that point, I was so curious that I couldn’t hold back. “Show me! What does your site look like?” I urged, and she whipped out her phone with a grin. As she scrolled through the descriptions of what the customers were asking for, my jaw dropped in disbelief.

“OMG, look at this! This guy literally wants you to wank him off while complimenting the size of his cock!” I exclaimed, utterly flabbergasted. Abby laughed as she replied, “Yeah, I actually did something like that the other day, and guess what? His cock was massive too!”

As I scrolled through the astonishing requests, I couldn’t help but be captivated. One guy wanted her to sit on his face wearing only a thong.

But the one that really made me gasp, was this guy who wanted to be tied up, kicked in the balls, slapped across the cock with a belt, and then, well, the list went on. He wanted to be degraded by getting told how worthless he was while he was being pleasurably tortured! I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My mind was racing with a mix of disbelief and, dare I say it, a strange hint of arousal.

Abby looked at me and smiled, “Here’s the kicker, Kim. Most of these guys are actually looking for two women to join in. That’s where I’m hitting a wall right now,” she said, glancing at me with hopeful eyes. I practically shouted in response, “You can’t be serious! Oh my god, Abby, there’s no way I’m doing that!”

She laughed, clearly unfazed by my horrified reaction. “Come on, it’ll be a fun! Plus, you’re always complaining about how broke you are,” Abby teased with a grin on her face. I shot her a shocked look. “Honestly, I just don’t have the confidence for that. And what in the world would Mike think?”

She waved her hand dismissively and reassured me, “Relax! Your husband will never find out. Just think about the money.” My mind began to race. “Okay, so how much can you even make doing this?” I asked, genuinely intrigued. Abby’s eyes lit up. “Well, the guy with the tiny cock paid me £300 just for me to humiliate him while he wanked off! Not bad for just an hour’s work, right?”

“Wow, really?” I said, amazed. “But still, I don’t think I could ever get used to humiliating some random naked guy,” I laughed nervously. Abby wasn’t having any of my hesitation, though. “Let’s start with something easy. Hold on.” She grabbed her phone and began scrolling through a list of requests. “Look at this one—this guy wants to be caught in his wife’s panties and then humiliated. He wants to be pushed to the floor, kicked, and whipped until he’s told he can cum. Easy peasy!” she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile.

“Okay, so how much would we get from that?” I asked, half-expecting her to throw me a lowball figure. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this! “You get the drinks while I message him, and I’ll find out,” she said with a cheeky grin. I shook my head in disbelief but got up and headed to the bar, still reeling from everything we’d discussed.

When I returned, Abby was practically glowing as she showed me a message. “I asked for £400, now we just have to wait for a reply.” Just a few minutes later, she squealed with glee, “Okay, he’s accepted!” I leaned in as she read his message out loud, and I nearly fell off my seat. “Please, ladies, don’t hold back on my punishment. I really want to be humiliated! I’d love to get my balls and cock slapped hard, and if possible, I’d pay extra for one of you to give me your panties to finish in.” I was speechless, a mix of shock and disbelief flooding my system. Abby was practically rolling with laughter at my reaction.

“Don’t worry, Kim, I’ll give him my panties. So, are you in or out?” she asked, a playful glimmer in her eyes. I took a huge sip of my drink, trying to process everything. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m even considering this!” I chuckled nervously. “Alright, well, I guess I’ll set it up for tomorrow then,” Abby said, looking satisfied. “Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

As I sat there, trying to wrap my head around the day’s events, Abby beamed, “He’s good for tomorrow!” She added confidently, “Honestly, relax! It’ll be the easiest money you ever make, I promise.”

“Okay, if we’re actually going to do this, let’s meet here beforehand so I can have a few drinks to loosen up,” I suggested, needing some form of comfort. “Sure thing! We can just grab a taxi,” she agreed excitement radiating from her. As the night drew to a close, I curiously asked Abby what I should wear. She grinned mischievously and replied, “Something sexy and easy to tease with,” winking at me. I couldn’t help but smile back as I headed home, already regretting what I was about to get into.

The next morning came, and I felt incredibly nervous. A nagging thought kept creeping in about what on earth I had signed up for. As I showered and picked out an outfit, I settled on a shortish maxi dress and a black thong. I casually mentioned to my husband Mike that I was going out to meet Abby again. “Twice in two days? You must really like her!” he joked, making me feel a little guilty but also excited. I mean, if this guy was actually going to hand over £400 how could i pass that up.

I walked down to the pub where Abby was waiting. As I walked in, she waved me over, drinks already in hand. “Are you ready?” she asked, her excitement contagious. “I’m not going to lie, I’m absolutely shitting myself,” I admitted, my stomach in knots. “Just relax and follow my lead! It’s really easy once you get into it,” she reassured me. “So, this guy’s called Tom, and he wants us to come to his house at 3. His wife is away for the night,” she added with a twinkle in her eye.

“OMG, I can’t believe he’s actually married!” I say, my curiosity piqued. “Do we know what he looks like? How old is he?” I inquire. Abby just shakes her head, “No idea! But hey, drink up – I’ll get us another round and then call for a taxi.” My heart starts racing as the reality of this wild encounter draws nearer.

Abby grabs her phone and orders the taxi, and it suddenly hits me – I am really going through with this! The taxi arrives, and we hop in for the ten-minute ride. My heart is pounding as we finally pull up outside Tom’s house. “Okay, don’t worry, just follow my lead,” Abby says confidently. “We’re just going to walk right in; he’ll be in the living room.”

Pausing at the door, I look at Abby with a worried grin. “Are you sure this is the right house?” I ask, feeling slightly nervous. She assures me it is and puts her hand on the door handle to let us in. I follow her down the hall and into the living room. Sure enough, there’s Tom sitting in a chair, and he jumps up in shock when he sees us.

I take a moment to take in the scene – Tom, a man in his late fifties, is standing there wearing nothing but his wife’s white cotton thong. I’m trying hard not to burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all. “Well, well, well! What have we got here?” Abby exclaims, her tone playful yet commanding.

Tom looks embarrassed, and I can’t help but find that amusing. “Why on earth are you wearing ladies’ panties, you dirty little perv?” Abby teases him, hands on her hips. “Whose are they?” she asks sternly. Tom looks down, mumbling, “My wife’s.”

“Your wife’s? Does she know her pathetic husband likes wearing her panties?” Abby continues to tease him relentlessly. “No, miss,” he whispers, clearly regretting his choices.

“Omg, you dirty little man! We’re going to teach you a lesson. Go grab me a belt, now!” she orders, and Tom obediently walks away. When he returns with the belt, I can’t believe the madness that’s unfolding. “Now bend over that chair, come on!” Abby commands, giving him a little push.

I nervously shuffle over, watching as Abby strikes Tom with the belt on his backside, making him let out a soft whimper. “Did that hurt?” she asks mockingly, watching him rub his rear. She strikes him again, this time harder, causing him to cry out. “Look at how pathetic you look in your wife’s thong, you dirty perv! Go ahead, Kim, have a go,” she hands me the belt, and my hands tremble as I take it.

I feel the weight of the moment – I have to remain composed and make Tom believe I know what I’m doing. After all, he’s paying good money for this! I bring the belt down across his backside, shocked at the thrill that courses through me as he lets out another yelp. This is wild!

“Stand up, you wimp!” Abby commands, pulling him upright. Tom stands there, head bowed in shame. “OMG,” Abby points at the front of his thong, “are you seriously enjoying this, you perv?”

“No, honestly, I’m not,” he mumbles, but I can see it in his eyes; he’s clearly getting aroused.

“Well, it sure doesn’t look like that! Your cock is getting hard,” Abby laughs, teasing him mercilessly. “Take it off and show us if you’re not getting a kick out of this!” She orders.

Tom shakes his head, looking scared. “Really? You’re actually disobeying me?” she shouts. “Kim, whip his cock through those panties until he takes them off!”

“Oh gosh, that sounds intense,” I think, but I know this is what he wants, so I do as instructed. I start slowly, but with each strike of the belt, I can see him squirm. Abby watches him closely, her eyes glinting with delight.

I can’t believe the scene that’s unfolding – this is far beyond anything I imagined! With each strike, I’m both nervous and excited. The anticipation in the air is thick, and as Tom lets out another moan, it hits me: this is absolutely insane!

“Are you going to show us that this isn’t getting you off?” Abby taunts him. He shakes his head, but it’s clear he’s not telling the truth; the bulge in the thong says it all.

Abby promptly grabs the belt from my hands, and with a fierce swing, she strikes him hard against his cock, making him cry out in pain. “Wow, that’s gotta hurt,” I think, completely taken in by the wildness of the moment.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take them off!” Tom gasps, rubbing himself. “Get them off then!” Abby urges him. In a hurry, Tom pulls the panties down, kicking them aside, but then he immediately tries to cover his cock with his hands.

“No, no, no! Move your hands!” Abby commands, striking the belt against his hands, forcing him to move them away. “See? I told you this was getting you off, you little perv. Just look at you!” she mocks, my jaw dropping in disbelief at the sight of this strange man naked, his thick cock hardening right in front of us.

Here’s the deal," Abby yells playfully but with a sense of urgency. "You’ve got just one minute to get yourself ready, or else the belt is coming back out!" Tom glances at her, a mix of amusement and nervousness on his face. “One minute? Got it!” he replies, trying to sound confident. Abby grins brightly, clearly enjoying the moment as the countdown begins.

As the clock ticks, I can hardly believe my eyes. Tom starts to stroke himself steadily, finding a rhythm that makes everything feel a bit surreal. I can’t help but watch in astonishment as his member begins to grow before us, swelling impressively in front of our eyes. It’s a wild scene, and I'm still wrapping my head around the whole CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male) experience we’ve plunged into.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Abby exclaims, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “What do you think, Kim? Do you think he’s hard enough?" There’s a teasing lilt in her voice as she delicately dangles the belt off Tom's now rock-hard cock, turning it into a makeshift hanger. It’s both hilarious and bold, and I can feel myself starting to relax and enjoy this quirky little adventure we've found ourselves on.

“Uh, I don’t know, Abby. I mean, it definitely looks pretty solid, but i guess it could get a little harder ” I reply, trying to put on a teasing front. I glance at his now completely rock-hard length, still in disbelief at the sight before me, There’s something about this whole scenario that somehow makes me giddy, and I can’t help but exchange a knowing smile with Tom, knowing my verdict will land him in some more pain, which is all part of the fun.

“Totally agree!” Abby shouts enthusiastically, an impish glint in her eye. “Well, Tom, that’s not exactly good news for you. Time to get on your knees and bend over!” She says it so commandingly, it leaves no room for argument.

With a heavy sigh, he sinks to his knees, the twinkle of mischief in Abby’s eyes signaling that this little game was just getting started.

Without a second thought, Abby smacks the belt against his already reddened rear, prompting another yelp from him. Honestly, the sight of his big, exposed manhood is oddly turning me on as Abby continues her discipline. “This is what you get for being such a naughty little panty pervert,” she exclaims, delivering a swift kick to his groin. “Ouch!” Tom cries, collapsing to the floor. Abby looks back at me with a grin and hands me the belt, saying, “Go on, Kim, give this little perv what he deserves.” I feel my confidence growing as I tell him to get back up. His manhood is still proudly on display, so I swing the belt down hard, making him whimper. “Keep going, Kim! I think he’s enjoying this,” Abby laughs, teasing him further.

Abby can't resist pushing the envelope further, teasing him playfully, “Mmm, I bet you would absolutely love to wear our panties right about now, wouldn’t you, you naughty little man?” There’s a moment of silence as Tom contemplates her words, and then he slowly nods his head, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Ooh, this is getting interesting. I pause for a beat, loving the suspense. “Well, what do you think, Kim?” Abby asks, shifting her attention back to me. “Should I let this little perv have my panties?” I give Tom another solid slap to his cock for good measure, adding a teasing twist, “But it all depends on how much he’s willing to pay for them.” I can see excitement flicker in his eyes.

“You heard her,” Abby nudges him playfully. “Go and grab your wallet! We might just have a little deal on our hands.” Tom, eager to please—and perhaps a little desperate—hurries off to fetch his wallet.

It’s so much fun to see him scurry back, wallet in hand, ready for whatever we’re about to put him through. Abby, with a mischievous glint in her eye, carefully pulls down her pink thong panties, holding them up delicately for him to see. “Well, come on then, how much do you think they’re worth?”

Tom pulls out a crisp £20 note from his wallet and hands it over to Abby. “Are you serious right now?” she bursts out laughing, clearly amused by the exchange. “Kim, you need to smack him again! And make it count this time for insulting me like that!”

In a moment of playful retribution, I swing the belt again, aiming right for his member. The impact elicits a squirm from him, and just when he thinks it’s over, he reaches into his wallet, pulling out another £20 note. “Is this enough, Kim?” he asks, glancing nervously at us.

“No way," I respond, the playful tension in the air heightening as I slap his cock even harder. “Ouch!” he moans, clearly feeling the sting, but it’s all in good fun as he digs deep into his pocket once more, producing yet another £20 note.

Abby can’t help but smile at this point, clearly enjoying the power dynamics at play. “Alright, that’s enough, you little perv!” she declares with a giggle, pulling her panties up to his face, ensuring that the crotch settles squarely over his nose. “Oh my god!” she laughs, almost doubling over. “Did you just sniff my panties, you little perv?”

His cheeks flush a bright red, the rush of embarrassment evident on his face. “Well, go on then! You know you’re dying to put them on, you little perv!”

Tom quickly slips into Abby's thong, but it’s doing absolutely nothing to conceal the obvious excitement he’s experiencing down there. “Well, aren’t you just a little pervert? Back in women’s panties again!” Abby teases with a smirk plastered on her face. “Honestly, looking at that bulge, it seems like you’ve got some serious business to attend to,” she shouts, her playful tone cutting through the tension.

Tom can only nod, clearly caught up in the situation. “What do you think, Kim? Do you think he’s had enough of this little punishment, or should we let this pathetic wimp finish off that big cock of his?” I stand there holding the belt, glancing over at Abby. I can’t help but notice that Tom’s backside is red and sore from all the playful teasing he’s endured. But deep down, I have a feeling he can handle a bit more before this is all over; a grin slowly spreads across my face.

Abby’s eyes glimmer with mischief. “Did you hear that, Tom? Your punishment is far from finished!” she chuckles, reveling in her playful dominance. “Now, get back on your hands and knees!” she commands with a firm yet playful tone,

“Now, stroll around like the little wimp you are!”

I chuckle, feeling a mischievous thrill as I walk behind him. “Kim, you know what to do,” I say with a grin. I nudge forward and deliver a swift kick right where it counts. "Ouch!" he grunts, crashing down and rolling onto his back. Seeing him squirm brings me so much satisfaction; it’s like the thrill of a roller coaster, only way more intense.

“Did that hurt?” Abby asks playfully, as she kneels down, getting a closer look at his pained expression. “Kim, come over here,” I signal, and I kneel down next to Abby, both of us leaning in closer to Tom. “Seems like you might have underestimated this one, huh? Did I hurt you, Tom?” I tease, enjoying his mumbled reply of a reluctant “yes.”

Abby’s face lights up with a smile, “Oh well, that’s just what you deserve, isn’t it? Now, let’s see you lift those legs up and pull them towards your chest, you naughty little man.”

Mmm, this position really does make your hard cock and those sensitive balls of yours even more exposed, don’t you think, Tom? Abby can’t help teasing him as she gives his belt a sharp, playful swing right across his balls. The sound of the belt cracking brings out another breathless yelp from Tom, a mix of surprise and undeniable pleasure.

'Here’s the deal, Tom,' Abby says with a mischievous glint in her eye. 'If you can handle just five more strikes without shifting your position, we’ll let you cum, oh, and we’ll even lend a hand to make it a bit easier for you. What do you say?' She looks at him a grin.

Tom, panting and clearly feeling the strain, glances back and forth between Abby and me. 'Five more?' he gasps, struggling through the pain. 'I think I can manage that… maybe.' His voice trails off, but there’s a spark of determination in his eyes.

"What do you reckon? kim, Do you think this naughty little man can handle five more?."

"Oh, I definitely think he can!" I smirk, teasing him a bit further, "But make them count, alright?”
Abby nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes, definitely! Now, Tom, spread your legs wider for me, okay? I want to get a proper swing in on you, you little perv."

I can’t help but grin, as I glance over at Tom, who’s in this quite awkward position. His big balls and cock are spilling out from the sides of Abby’s thong, and I can’t help but think to myself, "How in the world did I find myself in this wild situation again?" But honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way right now.

Abby stands up, grabbing the belt with a gleam in her eye, and without any hesitation, she brings it down hard, connecting with the tip of Tom’s throbbing cock. The sound echoes in the room, and I cringe instinctively as Tom lets out a sharp yelp, but somehow he manages to hold his position like a champ. “Ouch! I bet that one stung, didn’t it?” I can’t resist teasing him, trying to lighten the mood as I watch Abby gear up for a second strike.

With not an ounce of mercy, Abby swings again, and you can hear the belt clatter against his already reddened balls. Tom lets out another sharp cry, and I can’t help but feel a mix of sympathy and amusement at his plight. “Come on, Tom, hang in there!” I say, laughing lightly.

The look of determination on her face is absolutely priceless. The third strike comes down with a swift motion, delivering another thud to the head of his cock.

“OW! Fuck!” Tom moans, but despite the apparent pain, he holds his ground

Then Abby turns to me with a grin, “Alright, Kim, you get the last two swings, but remember, don’t go easy on him!” She passes me the belt, and I can't help but smile back, feeling a rush of excitement. I step up and deliver my first strike, making sure to hit the full length of his cock. The loud slapping noise reverberates, and Tom gasps, totally caught off guard. “Wow, that really stung!” he exclaims, and I can’t help but chuckle at his dramatic flair.

For my final swing, I decide to go all out. I channel all my energy and swing the belt, making sure to connect with both his cock and balls this time. Tom gasps again, squirming in pain, but somehow, he still holds his position. “Looks like you’re going to get to drain your balls after all, you lucky pathetic man,” Abby teases, an amused smirk dancing on her lips.

With all the excitement and adrenaline in the air, Tom's legs finally crash back to the floor, resting heavily as he watches both of us kneel back down on either side of him.

Abby, with her mischievous smile, reaches out for his throbbing cock, giving it a teasing stroke that sends a thrill through the air. “Mmm, I bet you’re loving this, aren’t you, you little perv?” she says playfully, a glint of wicked fun in her eyes. Tom, caught up in the moment, can barely manage to nod in agreement as if his voice has left him entirely.

I can’t help but grin, “I mean, wouldn’t you just die to sneak a peek under Kim’s dress? Just imagine that, you pathetic little man.” He pauses for a split second as if weighing his options, but then he nods again, more eagerly this time. Abby leans in closer, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as she throws the question my way, “So, Kim, what do you think? Does he deserve a little treat after all he’s been through today?”

There’s a playful smirk on my face as I respond, “Well, maybe he does, Abby. I mean, let’s be real, he’s taken quite the beating, hasn’t he?” A smirk dances on my lips as the reality of how turned on I am hits me. I start to consider giving him just the slightest glimpse of my panties. Just a tiny peek, I tease in my mind, and the thought makes my heart race.

With a mischievous sparkle in my eyes, I stand up, my heart pounding like crazy. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or adrenaline or a mix of both, but as I step right over his face, I can feel the energy in the air. And like clockwork, Tom doesn’t waste any time; he looks straight up my dress. “Oh my gosh, Abby, can you believe it? This naughty old perv is looking up my dress!” I can’t help but laugh, glancing over at Abby while she playfully strokes his cock a little harder.

do you like the view from down there, of my little black thong! I say with a playful smirk as I casually spread my legs a bit wider, just to tease him a little more. All Tom can do is nod. Abby, can’t help but grin at the sight and speeds up her movements. 'Come on, you little perv! Let’s see that big, hard cock of yours cum!' she playfully challenges him, wrapping both of her hands around his shaft.

Tom is completely lost in the moment, 'Mmm, fuck!' he gasps, 'Mmm...' Tom continues to moan, clearly feeling every second of it. It’s like his huge cock is about to burst, and then, just like that, it happens! He erupts with this incredible intensity, spraying everywhere. As if on cue, Abby expertly strokes out the last few drops, and then she finally lets go, a satisfied smile on her face.

I take a moment to just soak it all in, admiring the scene, and then my attention shifts to Abby as she gracefully gets to her feet. She looks over at me, her expression just full of mischief and satisfaction. Meanwhile, Tom takes a minute for himself, clearly needing some time to regroup, and heads off toward the bathroom.

About five minutes later, he strolls back over to us, and there’s a big grin spread across his face. still sporting Abby’s pink thong—now a bit worse for wear and stained—but hey, whatever floats your boat, right? And to put the cherry on top of the cake, his semi-erect cock was hanging out, making the scene even more jaw-dropping. Seriously, if you’d told me I’d witness something like this today, I would have laughed it off.

“Ladies, I can’t thank you enough for that phenomenal experience,” Tom said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “It was truly amazing! Honestly, you two are just the best in the business at what you do. You listened to everything I wanted and then some. It was beyond anything I could have hoped for!”

“Wow, thanks! That really means a lot to us,” we replied, beaming with pride as he handed over the £400 he owed. It was always great to hear that our work made such an impact, and seeing Tom so delighted was honestly rewarding.

“Hopefully, once my poor cock and balls have had some time to recover, I can book you two again,” he said, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Definitely! Just shoot me a message through the site when you're ready,” Abby replied, her smile wide and inviting.

As she headed toward the door, ready to catch our taxi that should be arriving soon, I felt a little knot of excitement and mischief in the air.

“Err, Kim!” Tom called out as I turned back to him. “Yeah, Tom?” I asked, signaling for Abby to wait for me in the taxi. He sauntered over, his cheeks flushed with possibly a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “I don’t suppose I could, you know, grab your panties? Just as a little souvenir of this amazing night?”

I was genuinely taken aback for a moment, my mind racing with disbelief. But even with the shock, I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement I felt at the same time. A playful smile crept across my face as I decided to go along with it. “Okay, close your eyes,” I said, grinning.

Without hesitation, he did as told. As I reached down and slipped off my thong, I couldn’t help but be surprised by just how damp it was. I playfully wrapped the fabric around his cock, grinning at the absurdity of it all.

“Alright, open your eyes,” I instructed, and as he did, the grin that spread across his face was absolutely priceless. “You can feel how a little damp it is, huh?” I teased, my fingers brushing against his cock with a gentle stroke.

Then, in a moment that felt both daring and thrilling, I leaned in, kissing the tip of his already-hardening cock, my heart racing a bit. “This is for hurting it earlier,” I smirked playfully, and as I grabbed his balls, kissing them softly too, he gasped, “Oh my God, wow!”

As I rise to my feet, I notice Tom standing there with a cheeky grin plastered across his face, holding a crisp £60 note in his hand. "This is for your panties," he says, his smile wide and playful. I can't help but return the smile, feeling a mix of excitement and mischief. Just before I head toward the door, I lean in for one last playful kiss on his cock—yeah, I know, a little naughty!

As I open the door to leave, I can't resist the urge to give him a cheeky little show. I lift my dress up just a bit at the back, exposing my ass to him, just for a second. I peek back over my shoulder, giving him a playful smile. "And don't forget," I say with a teasing tone, "don’t mention my kindness to Abby! Remember, you’re still our little bitch." He smiles back, totally on board with our little game.

I make my way to the taxi waiting at the curb. Climbing in, I glance over at Abby, who’s looking at me with curious eyes. “What did he want?” she asks, her smile wide and playful. I hold out the £60, making sure to keep my voice low so the driver doesn’t catch on. “He wanted my panties,” I say carefully, skipping over the part about the little kiss I gave him.

“OMG, the perv!” Abby whispers, half-amused and half-shocked. But then, her expression shifts to excitement, and she exclaims, “Wait, that means we made like £520 from that! It’s crazy!" Her smile is infectious, and she’s practically bouncing in her seat. “See? I told you it was totally worth it!”

“Please tell me we’re going to do it again!”

I met her gaze, still buzzing from all the fun we’d just had. “Absolutely!” I said, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but the truth was, I was still riding that high. “I can’t believe how much fun that was! And honestly, I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but it made me so incredibly horny,” I whispered, giggling softly.