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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Derek, a forty three year old builder has been given the keys to Mrs Hunters three bedroom semi so he can finish the partition wall in the dining room but right now, he is upstairs rummaging through the pile of Sandra Hunters dirty clothes on her bedroom floor. He's found some white cotton knickers. They're stained dark yellow and he's holding them against his face while he plays with his cock.
Andrew's on the bus home. He stole his Aunts used knickers from her bathroom laundry before he left her house. They're in his jacket pocket. They're still wet from the piss stains she couldn't help while they ran together. The feel of the pissy knickers against the back of his hand is making his cock ache, he's so desperate to put them on when he gets home.
Jonathan has taken a job with a large hotel chain and has to make sure all the rooms in this corridor are cleaned by lunchtime. The lady in room 307 has left her piss stained knickers next to the bathroom sink. He touches the moist stains and can see traces of spunk in there too. He has never seen unwashed knickers before and is wondering why he feels the urge to lick the moist cotton.
Keith is waiting in for a delivery at his mother in laws. To kill the time he wanders around the house looking for something to do. He picks up three pairs of his mother in laws soiled panties to put in the laundry. They are large with a high waistband. The cotton gussets are all very crusty with dried piss. There's a faint trace of shit toward the back of two of them. He wraps one pair around his stiff cock while he licks and sniffs the other two.
Gerard, a city banker, lies naked in an empty bath tub. He's paid Lisa four hundred and fifty pounds to spend the night. She's standing over him, in the bath, pissing over his face while he masturbates. He's promised her as much champagne as she can drink tonight in return for every pair of her used panties for the next month.
Glen is only nineteen and has a job as junior porter at his local hospital where the nurses have negotiated a uniform laundry deal. His first job today is to empty the nurses communal laundry basket into the machine. He finds three pairs of piss soaked knickers among the uniforms. There's a satin thong in there too. It is soaked with piss and has a faint shit mark towards the back.
Phil's wife has her friend, Elaine over to relax in their new hot tub. He has to use the toilet while they're outside giggling and enjoying the sun. He finds her piss stained knickers on the bathroom floor where she'd changed. He lifts them to his cheek and inhales the scent of her cunt. She smells delicious. He reaches down for his cock.
Rob has a mistress. She doesn't know when she will see him next so she always gives him the pair of the lacy panties he last fucked her in. He always enjoys wanking over the smell of her cunt and his cum.
Liam's twenty two year old sister had her university friend, Claire stay over last night. They are downstairs having their breakfast but he has stolen her panties and is kneeling on his sisters bedroom floor rubbing Claire's lightly stained cotton panties against his rigid cock almost ready to spunk over them.
Simon works long hours to support his student girlfriend and she has just found out about his addiction to her used panties. She did the laundry last week and found he'd spunked over every single pair. Rather than being angry, she leaves them for him when she goes to class.
Professor Ballatine is at his desk opening a report submitted by one of his less enthusiastic students. Behind the title page is a soiled thong, pressed flat against the paper. He picks it up and sniffs his nineteen year old student's cunt in the moist fabric. She is set for straight A's from now on.
And finally..
Norman's colleague at the library, Jayne is selling him her old badminton racket. She's given him her car keys and asked him to bring it in while she watches the desk. He finds her gym bag open in the back seat. Soiled and sweaty panties on top of her sweaty gym shirt. Norman looks around him in the private car park before climbing into the back seat and pulling his cock out.
All ordinary guys. But all have one thing in common.
A weakness for the same thing.
Panties. Used and stained with piss, cum, period spills and maybe the occasional faint shit stain.
They are all hooked. And some would choose jizzing over them and risking their reputations, jobs or relationships than pass up the chance of a pair of woman's underwear they know has been used, soiled or pissed in.
And they're just a handful of the estimated four and half million men in the UK who have this preference."
Jenna turns away from the slideshow and switches the lights back on.
"Gentlemen, ladies, I hope you'll forgive my turn of phrase, my 'right-to-the-point' way of speaking but I believe, we as a company can cash in on this... the used underwear market is a potential goldmine. And the best part is... we're going to be the first business to cash in!"
She looks around the room and one by one, the eleven board members sat around the table start to nod in agreement.
The income from this could be her ticket, into one of those seats on the board.
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