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of the chair as she cried out. There’d be no need to lie to her.
    Oblivious to her surroundings as her climax gripped her, she imagined Gary’s solid cock driving deep into her sex-hungry pussy, his knob battering her cervix as he pumped out his creamy spunk. He slipped his fingers out of her sated vagina. Teasing the last ripples of orgasm from her solid clitoris with his sweeping tongue, he pressed his mouth to her gaping vaginal entrance and sucked out her orgasmic cream. This was sheer heaven, Mandy thought as she quivered and writhed in the armchair. She’d definitely be seeing Gary again.
    She opened her eyes and frowned as he covered her swollen pussy lips with her panties. She gazed at his solid cock which he held in his hand. To her surprise, he began wanking the huge organ. Wasn’t he going to drive his fleshy shaft deep into her tight vagina?
    He gasped suddenly and his spunk jetted out, raining over the wet crotch of her panties. Rubbing his purple knob against the cotton material, he tried to sustain his orgasm.
    Reckoning that he’d not had sex for so long that he couldn’t hold back, she watched his orgasmic liquid soak into her panties. She’d wanted him inside her, but there’d be other evenings, she thought, as he drained his balls and finally sat back on his heels.
    ‘That was quick,’ she said, smiling at him.
    ‘That was amazing,’ he breathed, gazing at her sperm-splashed panties.
    ‘It was messy,’ she returned with a giggle. ‘I was hoping that you’d—’
    ‘I have a thing about spunking on panties,’ he cut in. ‘Will you do something for me?’
    ‘Well, that depends on—.’
    ‘Don’t take them off. Leave your panties on until I see you again.’
    ‘Well, I … When will I be seeing you? I’m not going to wear dirty panties for two weeks.’
    ‘Tomorrow evening, if that’s OK?’ he said, standing and zipping his trousers. ‘I’ll come round here.’
    ‘I’m not sure whether …’
    ‘Ring me tomorrow. You have my office number.’
    ‘What’s your home number?’
    ‘I don’t have a phone at home. I mean, there is one but … It’s my mother’s phone.’
    Leaving the armchair and pulling her skirt down to conceal her sperm-soaked panties, Mandy was now sure that he was married. She also reckoned that his request for her to keep her panties on was rather odd. But she’d enjoyed her orgasm and was looking forward to their next meeting. Watching Gary gulp down his coffee and check his watch again, she decided that she wasn’t bothered about his marital status. She’d enjoyed her evening with him and, if he had a wife waiting at home, that was his problem. Determined to be more like Paula, she led him to the front door and grinned.
    ‘Bring a bottle of vodka with you,’ she said, opening the door.
    ‘Yes, yes, I will,’ he breathed, kissing her cheek. ‘Ring me tomorrow, OK?’
    ‘Yes, I will. Thanks for a lovely evening.’
    ‘Thank you, Mandy. I’d better go.’
    Closing the door, Mandy shook her head and sighed. The first man she’d been out with in two years had wanked and spunked on her panties, and wanted her to keep them on until the following evening. Returning to the lounge and sipping her cup of cold coffee, she wondered what other peculiar fetishes Gary had. Although the evening hadn’t been at all as she’d expected, she’d enjoyed an amazing orgasm and had watched a man wank and spunk over her panties. It had been different, she mused. And most pleasurable.

Two
    THE FOLLOWING MORNING, after she’d had a shower, Mandy gazed at the sperm-starched panties on the floor in the corner of her bedroom. She’d wear them for Gary that evening, she decided, taking a clean pair from her dressing-table drawer. Fetish or not, there were limits to what she’d do for him. There was no way she was going to wear dirty panties all day just to please a man. Besides, he wouldn’t know that she hadn’t worn them.
    Dressed in a miniskirt and T-shirt, she