Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I watched the screen through increasingly blurred vision as Mark produced something from a drawer that made my stomach flip with visceral memory—a pair of delicate white lace panties, but with a crucial modification. The entire seat had been cut away, the obscene opening bordered with pretty lace that only seemed to make the panties more mortifying.
“These are for you to wear today,” Mark said to Debbie on screen, holding them up so the camera caught every detail of the obscene garment. “They’ll help you stay ready for me.”
I felt Scott’s cock twitch inside me as Debbie’s face flushed crimson. She took the panties with trembling fingers, and I watched her step into them, pulling them up under Mark’s watchful gaze. He bent her over so he could judge the effect, and the camera zoomed in. The way they framed her bare pussy and bottom, leaving everything exposed while still technically being underwear, made my own face burn with remembered shame.
My voiceover filled the room, the words I’d recorded just hours ago: “Seatless panties are a special kind of training tool. They make a modest bride hyperaware of her vulnerability, of how easily her husband can access what belongs to him. Every movement becomes a reminder that her bottom is available for his use at any moment.”
Scott’s fingers pressed harder against my clit, his breathing harsh against my neck. “You understand this so perfectly,” he murmured.
The scene cut forward—my edit jumping to later that afternoon. Debbie was bent over the kitchen counter, the seatless panties still on, their delicate lace framing her exposed bottom as Mark pressed against her rear entrance with his thick cock.
“The panties stay on,” Mark said firmly when Debbie reached back as if to remove them. “I want you to understand that this”—he pushed forward, breaching her—“can happen anytime I choose.”
I whimpered as Scott’s rhythm inside me matched Mark’s on screen, both of us watching Debbie take her suitor’s cock in her bottom while still technically dressed. The psychological impact of it, the way it reduced her to nothing but available holes even while clothed, sent me spiraling toward climax.
“Come with me,” Scott commanded, his voice strained. “Now, Grace.”
We shouted together, my pussy clenching around him as he filled me with his seed, our cries mixing with Debbie’s on-screen moans. The shared release felt very different from our earlier encounters—more intimate and more connected.
As we lay there panting, Scott’s arms tightened around me. “Grace,” he said, and something in his voice made my heart skip. “I need to tell you something.”
I turned slightly to look at him, still full of his slowly softening cock. His expression was more vulnerable than I’d ever seen it, the controlled mask completely gone.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he said simply, the words hanging in the air between us like a confession. “I know this started as training, as a professional arrangement, but somewhere along the way…” He trailed off, then began again, equally simply. “I’d like you to move in with me.”
My lips parted, but no sound came out. Scott smiled, and kissed me, long and deep.
“Does that help?” he asked softly.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “Yes to everything.”
The End