Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 02
I awoke to the smell of toast and coffee and the sound of Natalie tapping away at the keyboard of her laptop. I had my morning pee and cleaned my teeth and went to get some breakfast.
Nat was sitting at the breakfast bar in the same bra and panties as the night before. Her leather trousers were lying on the sofa in a heap from where she'd kicked them off during the night.
I stretched and yawned, dressed only in my dirty wet cum-stained thong. My boobs bounced as I finished my stretch and looked over towards her.
"Morning Nat."
"Morning Becca, there's coffee in the pot," she said, not even looking up from her laptop.
"Thanks babe. Do you need a refill?"
"No, I'm good, thanks."
I poured myself a cup and added milk and sugar and then popped some bread into the toaster. It was late morning and the sun was low in the sky casting shadows into the apartment. It felt warm and comforting and the previous night's exploits seemed a million miles away.
"I left you asleep on the sofa last night. Did you get to bed ok?" I asked, taking a sip of piping hot coffee.
"No, I woke up this morning exactly where you left me. Thanks for the duvet though," she smiled. "I was done in."
"Me too," I said walking over to see what she was up to.
I looked over her shoulder and saw her laptop screen which was full of text. She was on some sort of chat room and the text on the screen was in two different colours. Her words were in green and whoever she was talking to was in red.
"What are you up to?" I asked, taking a seat next to her at the breakfast bar.
"Trying to close a deal," she said, reading more messages as they came in.
"What sort of deal?"
"I've got a guy interested in my dirty knickers," she said finally looking up at me.
"You're selling?"
"Yes. I fucking love it. You know how excited I get," she giggled.
"Who is he?"
"Well... according to his seller profile, he's a forty-two-year-old man with a user name of Pntysnffr," she laughed, turning the screen so I could see what was happening.
She must have been chatting for quite a while to the guy because the screen scrolled each time one of them typed in a new message. Pntysnffr seemed very interested in purchasing a pair of 'Nat's Naughty Knickers' which was the name of her website. His user name had no vowels in it and I guessed someone must have already taken that user name, so he had to get inventive. Sometimes people choose to put symbols or underscores into their name so they can have the one they originally wanted.
"I love the name of your site," I said.
"Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Definitely. How long have you been selling?"
She was momentarily distracted as another message came in.
Pntysnffr: How dirty are they?
Nat: As per the description, they are creampie panties. I got fucked in them last night by three guys, so they're very dirty and fragrant.
"Since I was nineteen," she said waiting for another reply.
Pntysnffr: Mmmmmmm
"He sounds keen," I laughed as my toast popped up.
"They always sound keen, but some of them are just time wasters. He might just be sitting at his computer, wanking off while I describe them to him and then he'll disappear without buying anything, once he's shot his load," she said. "It happens quite a lot."
I left her to it whilst I buttered my toast and she carried on messaging back and forth. When I came back, she was sitting back and smiling to herself.
"What's happened now?" I asked taking a bite of toast.
"Have a read," she replied.
Pntysnffr: Did they cum inside you or in your panties?
Nat: All three men filled my wet hole with spunk which has leaked into my panties during the night. I'm still wearing them now and they feel so sticky and wet against my tight young pussy.
Pntysnffr: Omg. That is so hot.
Nat: Is it making you hard?
Pntysnffr: You know it is.
Nat: Naughty boy.
Pntysnffr: Not as naughty as you, you little slut.
"Oh my god. What a fucking pervert," I laughed. "He's totally getting off to it."
"He's not the only one. I love chatting to clients like this, it's such a turn on," she cooed.
"I can see why. How did he know you had a pair of spunky knickers to sell?" I asked.
"I posted an advert on my site for a special offer. I took a couple of photos, wrote a brief description and then let the bidding commence."
"Oh my god, they actually try to outbid each other?"
"Yeah, that's half the fun for me. I watch the price increase as they get more and more excited. It's like the eBay site for dirty old men," she giggled. "If you go on my site all will be explained."
I grabbed my laptop off the coffee table in the sitting area and opened it up next to Nat. Once I logged in, I opened my internet browser and searched for her site. It came up as the top hit on google.
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Nat's Naughty Knickers"
was shown in fancy pink writing at the top of the screen. There was a series of drop-down menu buttons and underneath there was a full screen picture of Natalie. She was lying on her front dressed only in a yellow thong. The photo was very well composed and was shot from a low angle from her head down to her legs. I could see the side of her boob and her shapely ass spilling out the side of her underwear, but her face was covered by her hair. It was seductive pose which didn't give too much away and certainly masked her identity.
"Wow, you look so hot in this photo," I said. "Did you have them taken professionally?"
"No, I take my own shots, but the website was created by a friend."
The menu bar at the top of the page had different options and I clicked on the "About me" section to see what she'd wrote about herself. She obviously couldn't tell people she was a trained slut or a seductress working for a secret organisation so she'd made up a sexy cover story to entice people in. It made interesting reading.
Hey there gorgeous,
I'm Natalie, or Nat for short.
I'm a twenty-two-year-old medical student looking to make some extra cash to pay the bills and treat myself to the finer things in life. When I'm not studying to become a nurse, I'll be out partying, shopping or going to the gym.
