The Gun Seller in Retreat

She was holding her ruined panties with both hands and he was just waiting. Waiting for her to pull them up his hairy legs and for that filthy wet fabric to cup his churning balls.

"Isn't this FUN, Charlie?" Cadence giggled. He looked at her, made firm even eye contact to show that she wasn't shaming him, that if he was in this it was of his own volition - but he couldn't think of a thing to say. Then Mia was kneeling in front of him.

The smell suddenly hit him. He didn't know why it hadn't before. The bitter sting of Mia's piss stabbing at his nose as the odour completely filled the bathroom. This was disgusting, but she was putting her sodden, dirty panties on the floor now. Last chance to back out. Her hands, cool and wet, were on his left ankle gently urging him to lift his foot.

He kept his foot down. He didn't have to do this.

But he wanted to.

He let her lift his foot, and controlled the shudder as she hooked the first leg-hole around his foot and up his ankle. The panties were wet and already cool, but he didn't show that they were making him feel at all uncomfortable. They felt strange though, an alien garment he was never meant to wear.

That foot went down, the other came up and then Mia, with her fat, heavy tits and her piss-covered thighs was lifting the panties. The wet cloth left traces of her fluid up his calves, on his knees, his thighs. He felt like she should be moving slowly, dragging this moment out, but she was quick and sure. He looked up at Cadence, who was fidgeting and biting her little finger in delight.

He realised that he would have to release his cock for the girl to pull her panties over it, so he let it go. It bucked and leapt like a wild animal, not at all cowed by the idea of being covered by wet panties.

Mia was a full-figured girl but her underwear was, of course, still to small for his broad frame. It was stretched wide already, and now she was having to really pull it to get it up his thighs. He felt the elastic of each opening biting into the outside of his legs as she tugged them from the waistband. He looked down and saw that the soaking underwear did have a yellow-ish tinge from the girl's urine.

Mia was licking her lips, nervously he guessed, rather than in anticipation. He expected his heart to be hammering, but it was remarkably calm.

"Just enjoy it," Cadence smirked, as if to placate him, but Charlie found he didn't really need much soothing. He just needed satisfying, and as he felt the taught elastic against the base of his shaft and the cool wet crotch of the panties start to cradle his balls he new it would be soon now.

Another look down as he felt Mia's fingers press against his firm buttocks. She was working hard to hike the panties up him now, and they were cutting, almost painfully into his thighs. She couldn't get the back of the panties to settle properly across his ass, but she got them up as far as she could and finally turned her attention to the front.

The underwear was truly sodden from Mia's piss. As the back of the panties inevitably bunched a little in his ass, he felt trickles from its crotch start to make their way down his inner thighs. She had pissed enough for both of them.

The feeling of the elastic against his prick had been maddening, but it turned him on, and he almost missed it as Mia pulled it away from his shaft. But then she was wrapping her fingers around his rigid shaft, so he was in no mood to complain. This was it, the final act of preparation.

He felt the chill, damp cloth on his ass getting pulled between his legs as she dragged the waistband up and out, and attempted to angle his massive erection down a little. The panties became a thong, a G-String cleaving between his cheeks and the wettest part, the crotch, slid over his taint and his balls.

Gently she lifted the front of panties over the head of his prick and then let his slick purple head nestle into the wet fabric. She hadn't pissed into the front of course, but it had soaked up there through the cloth and he felt the damp sensation all the way from his balls, up his shaft to the very tip of him. Dirty, filthy and so fucking sexy.

Her odour was on him, and he knew she was smelling his spunk mixed with her own shame. She let him go and his prick strained upwards, barely contained by the fabric. But the elastic kept it down, even though the front of the waistband was pulled well away from his belly. He could see his prick clearly, looking down into this gap. But from the front you could see it too: the yellow-white panties were stretched over it, to the point where you could almost see veins showing through.

Wearing soiled women's panties. He should've guessed a night with Cadence would end up like this.

"Some boys look pretty in panties," the demoness herself said, "but you just look like a man in panties." He almost smiled.

Mia didn't need telling what to do. After a moment (collecting her nerves?) she leaned forwards on her knees. She put her fingers on his shaft but the stretched, taut panties stopped her from wrapping her fingers around it. The way that his helmet was seemingly trying to burst right through the wet cloth though, meant that she could wrap her mouth around the first inch or two just fine.

Fuck. Charlie had to remind himself what was happening as he let his head fall back and put his hands to Mia's head. Blown by a girl through her own panties. Her own, piss-stained panties. As she sucked his cock now she was tasting his pre-cum oozing through the barrier, but also she was tasting her own urine that had soaked up and through the panties. He thought she should be sucking his balls, the wettest part of the panties right where she had pissed, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak now.

She pumped the base of him as best she could through the panties and she sucked obediently and hungrily at his tip. She pushed forward, taking more of his meat and the filthy cloth into her mouth, pressing the panties closer to his cock. He wondered how it tasted. Sour? Bitter? Salty from the cum? Which taste was stronger?

It wasn't easy for her, and while the depravity of the act made him dizzy she wasn't able to apply all that much friction to his needy organ. He helped, taking her head firmly in his hands and forcing her mouth onto him. She moaned in surprise through his cock, through the panties, but she could take it. He started to move his hips.

And in front of him he noticed that Cadence had gotten down of the toilet seat and was squatting right behind her PA. The heiress's head was leaning to one side, her eyes fixed on the panty-covered cock that Mia was sucking on. But as Charlie looked down through heavy lidded eyes, he saw one of Cadence's hands reach down, under and between the kneeling girl's thighs.

In a moment the sticky slurp of Mia's cunt being pumped by Cadence's fingers drowned out both Charlie's deep breathing and Mia's occasional soft moan.

Mia's mouth was able to get halfway down his shaft now, her saliva adding to the wetness of the panties too. Piss, spit, cum. He should've brought some wine through to add to the mix. The price for the increased sensations was that her panties were hurting now, really cutting into him. They'd been dragged so far up and forward by his prick and by her sucking more of the filthy cloth into her mouth and pushing it back along his prick that he could feel a tight line right between his cheeks.

He had to live with it. He didn't need to encourage the PA anymore, she had found a rhythm. Even as he heard her sopping cunt squelch and slurp louder and faster, even as he saw Cadence's shoulder start to shudder because of the speed and force with which she was finger-banging her girl, Mia was keeping it together and was giving him a great blowjob.

The sensations were dulled by the fabric, but every now and then the panties would shift, dragging against his cock-skin and the feeling made him reel. She bobbed her neck, starting to hum and moan onto him as Cadence worked her to her own climax. She cupped his balls, squeezed, and as she did so he felt her squeeze more of her own piss out of the crotch of the underwear.

Her lips pushed back on him, and he was almost there. This poor (or was it lucky?) girl, forced to abandon all dignity for Cadence Garner. Made to soil herself and taste it, to service a stranger through her own panties. What was it about Cadence that made people do these things?

Oh shit, everything that Mia was doing to him was incredible, filthy, depraved and wonderful. He felt his peak approaching, knew that this girl was a great cock-sucker and that she was reading his moans to squeeze his cock just right at the base with her fingers, just right at the head with her lips. And her hand on his balls, soaking them with her piss, squeezing and tugging...

But that wasn't what took him those last few steps. That was looking down to see that Mia was helplessly churning her hips, driven mad by Cadence's fingers, and then looking up from the wide flare of her ass to see that Cadence was looking right at him, and that with her free hand she had pulled her shirt open and that she was cupping and squeezing her small pale tit for him.

The tiny rosebud nipple, the smattering of freckles across her chest. This was the most she had given him yet, and while he didn't know if she was doing it for him, or just showing him what he wasn't getting while this debased girl sucked him off, it hit him like ten thousand volts.

"Gllmpph!" Mia exclaimed as his cock sang out in relief and he hunched his shoulders seizing her head again. White light flickered in his head and his balls clenched and jumped in their piss-stained prison. He wondered if his jets of spunk were bursting through the sodden cloth. Of course not, they were just oozing into it, ruining the underwear yet more, but he was sure that Mia could taste him, that the copious load of his thick seed was oozing through her panties and onto her tongue.

He came long and hard, and when he looked up Cadence's shirt was closed and as if she had never shown him anything.

He released the girl at his waist and she leaned back with a gasp. The panties were in quite a state, the cloth that had been pulled tight to his shaft now hanging down heavy with his cream. Mia spluttered, coughed and he saw that her lips were smeared, shining with piss and spunk. He grinned in spite of himself.

"Mmnah! Hah! Cadence I'm gonna cum." He watched with delight as Mia leaned back, on her knees, thighs spread as her boss finger-fucked her from behind. His prick slowly bobbed lower and the panties bit into his ass a little less, and he wasted no time in gingerly pulling them out of his crack and starting to ease them down over his hips. He got them off quickly, knowing nevertheless that he was smearing more spit, piss and cum over his legs. They went into the bathtub and he kneeled on the dirty tiles. He kneeled before the kneeling Mia.

She was gasping, panting, twitching. Her plump ass was resting on her heels and her hands were between her thick thighs, working her own clit as Cadence rocked her fingers between her soft lips again and again. She was lost, and Charlie doubted she would mind him scratching another itch.

Kneeling, he lowered his head, and at the same time cupped one of her big, soft breasts in his hands. He raised it, lifted it away from her body and sucked the big, flat nipple into his mouth. Her tits were glorious, and carried the salty tang of her sweat. He raised his eyes to her as he stooped, and saw her eyes shoot open as he sucked on her. She looked down on him with a look of astonishment. She couldn't process what was happening anymore. He saw the smear of his seed on her lips again and moved his hands. He cupped both heavy tits and they spilled over his fingers. Then his used his fingers, pinched her nipples and she came.

She rose up onto her knees as she came, she couldn't help it and both Charlie and Cadence had to move with her. She tossed her hair and it fell down over her face, over her chest and onto Charlie too. And she made a noise that had no words at all, an absolute shriek of pleasure as she shuddered and he heard her juices pattering against the tiles.

Mia's climax was short and violent. Charlie heard Cadence's palm slap against the wet pussy she'd been fingering a couple of times then it was over. Mia hunched over him, and he carefully eased back and away from her having stooped uncomfortably low when she'd moved. Really he wanted to play with the divine swell of her breasts again, but everything about this spelled over.

Cadence especially was clearly done in the bathroom. She had already risen, and as he did so too, she rinsed Mia's juices from her fingers in the basin. Charlie just stood, his tongue numb and lame in his head.

"I'll leave you two to get cleaned up," Cadence said as she skipped past them to the doorway. "You did get very, very messy." Suddenly she turned back to face them, pivoting on her toes.

"It stinks in here," she said, then wrinkled her nose and grinned in delight, "How wonderful!"

- - -

Charlie hadn't been sure whether to pursue Cadence then and there, or to just clean himself up and hope that the haughty girl would be staying to get more drunk as the night wore on. But in the end he couldn't just stride out there with his piss-scented dick and try to have his way with her. He needed to regroup, to get his balance again.

He let Mia shower first of course - his irritation with the young woman having long since been replaced with grudging admiration for the depths of her perversity and the velvet depths of her sex. But after he had thoroughly scrubbed himself clean, soaping his genitals many times and getting harder and harder as he remembered the previous hour, he had emerged to find the pool house deserted. He even strolled boldly outside and walked out of the copse that surrounded the chalet - where he could have been seen from various points on the estate by Cadence's father (the old bastard) - but there was no sign of them.

Back on the table propped against the wine bottle Mia had soaked him with was a note.

"So much fun Charles darling. Mi-Mi's all tired and emotional so I'm taking her back up to the house and putting her to bed. The place is an awful state with all those dishes and that piss on the bathroom floor so I'll have the staff come down and give it a thorough going over tomorrow. Don't worry about them being in the way because I'm going back to NY first thing with Daddy so you can come back up to the house and fuck tramps from the village with Tommy. I do hope you can crawl out from under your rock sometime soon and visit me in NY.

C XXX."

Charlie's hard-on burned in the clean pair of slacks he had put on. Fucking Cadence Garner. He had a whole new motivation for putting these sour deals behind him and getting back into society. Somehow, he'd have his way with her, and for once she wouldn't get her way at all.

He lit a cigarette, thought about that small, pale breast and jerked his thick cock until he came again, sending his pearly seed over the dishes, glasses and half-eaten food on the table. Fucking Cadence Garner.