“Put my panties on,” says the text message from Emmy. It is 9:30am and I have just woken up. I look across to the bedside table and see Emmy’s panties sitting there all dried out from last night’s shenanigans. I lean over and pick them up, and can’t resist the urge to hold them to my face momentarily and savour their aroma. I do as the text message asked and put on Emmy’s cotton panties. They are not what I usually wear, not quite as slutty, but the fact they are hers has me rock hard the instant my cock touches them. “They are on,” I text back to Emmy. Immediately I get a text message back. “Good, my little panty slut. Now before you get dressed, go and put a condom on your cock.” I am a little confused at the request but follow along as directed and reach into my bedside table and find a condom. It glides on effortlessly as my cock is erect and throbbing with eagerness. “OK, now what?” I text back. “What do you normally do with a condom? Fill it!” comes back the reply. I find myself not needing any more encouragement than that and proceed to jerk myself off. I am still feeling extremely horny from the night before, and the fact Emmy’s panties are now cupping my ass all lead me to a quick orgasm as I cum into the condom. Still grasping my cock, which has done little to subside, I text back to Emmy, “The condom is filled. ;)” “My, that was quick. Whatever you do, do not take it off. Leave it on and put your cock away back inside my panties and get dressed,” Emmy says in her text. I smile as I read this message. Emmy really has an insatiably kinky side and I am absolutely loving it. I do as asked and pull Emmy’s panties over the front of my condom covered cock and proceed to put on my jeans and the rest of my clothes. My cock feels weird as I walk down the stairs. It has finally subsided and gone limp, Beşevler escort Bayan and it feels like the condom is trying to pull itself off. It only stays on and in place due to how tight Emmy’s panties are, the cum soaking my cock as it writhes back and forth. As I sit down to have a cup of tea I hear my message beep again. I look at my phone and see once again it is Emmy, “Dressed? Good. Now, you are going to take that beautiful cock of yours shopping. Head to London street and text me when you arrive.” I text back a simple, “OK.” I leave my tea. It is only a ten minute walk to London street and I make my way immediately. When I arrive I find it to be very quiet with few people around. I find a secluded bench to sit down on before I text Emmy. As I sit there trying to look as natural as possible I see some people look my way. I wonder what they would be thinking if they knew that just beneath this thin layer of denim I am wearing ladies panties over a cum-soaked, condom-covered cock. A wave of excitement wash over me and my cock hardens at the thought, a new-found confidence backed up by Emmy’s directions. I text Emmy, “I am here.” Almost immediately I get a response. “Good boy, now head over to the sex shop. I have ordered something for you to collect in the name of Mr P. Antylover. 😉 Text me when you have bought it. x” I roll my eyes at the message, I knew the sex shop would be involved the moment I arrived and saw it but I am a little apprehensive about the stupid name Emmy has given me to use in the store. Nonetheless, I take a deep breath and walk confidently in through the shop door. I planned on walking straight up to the counter and asking for the order outright before my confidence wore off but I am taken aback by the amount of toys and sex Çankaya escort wear on display. I take a moment to look around and find my heart racing as I consider what I would do with all the sexy stuff displayed before me. “Mr Antylover?” I hear a curious voice say from behind me. Startled I look up but refrain from looking around. I know it is the attractive lady I saw at the counter when I walked in, and my face flushes. “Ahaa, yes that would be me,” I concede. “Not my chosen name, my friend has a great sense of humour,” I say as I finally look at the lady. “She does indeed,” she agrees. “Feel free to take a look around. I have your butt plug set aside over here for when you are ready to pay,” she adds with a wry smile. My face flashes with more embarrassment. In a vain attempt to sound confident I just tell her, “That is great, thank you,” and, “I am just browsing.” “No worries,” she says. “Oh, I nearly forgot, your friend said to ask you to buy her something nice.” She giggles. “You might do well to take a look over there,” she continues, pointing toward the ladies lingerie section. I thank her with a smile and wander over. Without even thinking I start thumbing through the stockings collection. I have thought about buying myself some slutty stockings for a while and now would be a good opportunity to buy some for Emmy. Considering how our new relationship is going I might get to wear them myself one day anyway. No sooner had I had that thought, the shop assistant was beside me and whispering in my ear, “If you have made up your mind, you can buy them and I can let you put them on in the changing room before you leave.” “Sorry? These are for my friend,” I protest. “I know. She said you would be wanting to wear whatever you chose, as a gift to her,” the assistant Cebeci Escort says with a huge grin. “B…b-but….” I stammer. “Come on, let’s go and pay for it all and then you can text Emmy and let her know what you bought,” the assistant says with a new sound of familiarity. “You know Emmy?” I ask.Giggling, she says, “Yes I do, and I know just how naughty she is.” I reach into my pocket to pull out my wallet and feel myself disturb my cock, which I take a moment to feel through my pocket. It is still tucked away in Emmy’s panties, comfortably wrapped up in that cum-filled condom. My heart picks up more pace at the thought of it and I am feeling almost delirious and light headed with euphoria. The shop assistant seems to notice how worked up I am as she takes my card and processes the payment. She looks me in the eye and leans across the counter as she pushes my items toward me. “You can go and put all of this on in the changing room over there,” she says, darting a look to the corner of the store. I place my hand on the bag and start to take the items. The shop assistant puts her hands on the bag and stops me.”Be sure to text Emmy before you open the bag, and do give me a shout if you need a hand,” she says while shooting me a wink. I take the bag, turn around and walk toward the changing room. Once inside I immediately take my phone out and text Emmy, “Hello, you crazy woman! I am in the changing room. I have the BUTT PLUG and a pair of stockings. I have met your friend. :)” “You really are a good boy, Humphry. I am so pleased you chose stockings. I think you will look fucking hot in stockings, especially with my panties. First I want you to put in that butt plug. I want your ass warmed up for me before we meet later. Text me when you are filled. DO NOT TAKE OFF MY PANTIES OR THE CONDOM,” Emmy texts back moments later. My heart is still racing and I am feeling sweaty all over. Reading that text message has me almost feverish with excitement. I eagerly rifle through the bag and find the butt plug, which I find to my surprise is of the vibrating kind. I unbuckle my belt and drop my trousers.