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My classmates were gathered around my desk, laughing and holding their noses as if something smelled awful. “What’s going on?” I asked. The laughter died down immediately as everyone turned toward me. A few mumbled under their breath as they went back to their seats, some still giggling. Then I saw it, a pile of something on my desk. I walked closer, and my stomach dropped. It was a bunch of old, dirty panties. They smelled absolutely disgusting. There were about five pairs, and the stench was unbearable. I put my hands over my nose to stop myself from gagging. “Who the hell put this here? Who?” I demanded.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

Gwen pouts, eyes dancing with amusement. "Didn't you need to shit earlier?" I asked as a way to get her off our backs. "Yeah so?" Gwen voiced out as she turns around quickly when she nearly stumbles. "I heard when you talk too much, the poop comes out faster." It was a lie. I didn't even think that was possible. But if it helped to get her off my back then I'd say anything even if it's not scientifically proven. "Oh crap, I'll shut it then. I didn't wear panties today so that will make a mess." I could hear the horror in her voice and didn't know if to cringe or burst out into laughter.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

“I have truly changed. I was going through a lot back then and I lost control, once. I have never done anything like that to anyone else.” “Wow, then I guess I am the lucky one! I was raped by the mighty Nataniel Kaponda, someone, please, give me a medal.” There were tears in her eyes as she said the sarcastic words. Nataniel’s presence before her had vividly brought back to life the memories she had been trying to forget for the past thirty years.

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.

He shrieked loudly, “D*mn it, Harold, you just pooped your pants!” “What?!” Everyone turned toward Harold simultaneously. It was obvious! There was something disgusting leaking from Harold’s butt! Lady Wilson shouted angrily, “D*mn it, you b*stard, this sofa is imported from Italy!” Harold was equally dumbfounded. He blurted innocently, “I… I… I don’t know what happened! My stomach was hurting, and it hurt so bad, I wanted to fart, then…” Wendy asked in bewilderment, “Harold, did you breath in some of the powder when you ground the laxatives?”

It wouldn't be fair to Teddy if I got myself off. My body was so continuously overloaded with sensuality that I couldn't help the fact that my pussy dripped all day long. I barely even had to think about my brother and liquid would seep out of me. It was to the point where I had to carry around a spare pair of panties because one pair just wouldn't last the day anymore. I had even taken to leaving my soiled panties in my brother's bathroom most nights when I was at his apartment. He never mentioned them, but I was sure he enjoyed my little "treats".