Your friend had been telling you about what she got up to in her ‘fuck me’ panties. She had to buy new ones because they were ripped and never returned. The story she told you about deliberately going out to get fucked in them, had left you both aroused.
You couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate. Getting quickly undressed and discarding your sodden knickers, you leafed through your underwear drawer to see if you had any ‘fuck me’ knickers. Only a couple of old thongs. Just have to make do…
The next time you’re at your friend’s flat, you couldn’t resist peeking through her knicker drawer to see which pair it might be. It was pretty obvious, it was the red silk thong wrapped around her surprisingly large dildo. Mmmm, you thought, I wonder if she’d miss…?
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When I see you next, you have a naughty look. I know you’re hiding something, but I’m not. As I grab your arse over your jeans, I can feel the telltale end of a thong peeping out of the waistband. I squeeze my hand down and cup your curves, tracing the outline of the string as it leads me on…
You don’t waste any time, but lay back on the sofa and wriggle out of your tight jeans. Revealing to me a minuscule red thong that I hadn’t seen before. It’s actually ridden up inside you.
You turn over, presenting your gorgeous arse to me with the string of the red thong disappearing in between.
The message is clear. These are ‘fuck me’ panties.
This gives me an immediate erection. You knew it would. I don’t waste any time either. I pull the tight thong to one side, and slam my hard cock into you from behind, ripping it a bit as I do.
“Never mind” you gasp, “It’s not mine anyway…”
The kinky realisation of this really does it for me.
I pull on the thong, using it like reins. I pull on your ponytail making you arch your back even more.
I force my cock deep inside you, making you cry out as I erupt up your cunt.
The ‘fuck me’ thong is now soaked, torn and ruined. Never to be returned.
