My Messy knickers!

So, I'm sitting there, listening to the prosecution barrister drone on and on and on and on! Fuck, he has a boring voice!

So, I decided that today that I don't just feel horny. I feel dirty, randy, naughty, slutty. All of the above. I can't do anything much in court though. The judge would see if I jiggled around or if slipped my hand between my legs. Fuck. What to do.
 

I thought about what I was wearing: white blouse, black pencil skirt, black tights, and white panties underneath. I imagined how I would look minus the skirt. Very school-girly I imagine.

I thought about my panties, wrinkled up under the tights, pressed against my quim, and that's when I got my idea. I knew I was damp already. I knew that when the court rose, I would go and rub a couple out in the toilets. I wondered just how wet I could make myself in the meantime.
 

So, I sat there and, for a moment, thought of Amy but then quickly discounted her. Amy is special. She is not to be used for this kind of thing. Eroticism, then? Something dirty from my past? Ahh, yes. That will work.
 

Well, there's enough of it. Anything from me fucking my brother, my dad, to my married man. But then I devised a little scenario in my head.
 

The masked ball.
 

I am at a dance. Everyone is wearing costumes. The women are in long, full dresses, and the men in evening wear. Very formal, very French 18th century. Everyone has a mask. The dance is wonderful. I drink champagne and dance with different men. Each one of them tried for a grope while we danced. Some hold my bum and pull me so close I can feel their erections pressing against me. Others are even more blatant and slip a hand down my dress to hold my breast while we dance.
 

As the evening wears on, couples go to corner niches where they kiss, still masked. Some have gone further. Look, over there, a woman has her legs apart while a man reaches up her dress. As I watch him masturbate her, my arm is pulled from behind and I am taken to my own alcove. The man kisses me deeply and I feel myself responding by wetting up. I'm already so horny from the mystery of it that I am really ready. He kisses my neck and whispers obscenities into my ear. I feel his hands gently, but firmly, urging my knees apart. I pretend to be reluctant but, really, I ache to be touched. His hands track up my legs to my wetness and a finger slips inside. Like all the women here tonight, I am not wearing panties.
Then, I feel someone sit down behind me. I feel the new man ruck my dress up from behind and I feel the air on my bum. I know anyone looking over at me could see me exposed, but most people around us are fucking now. No one cares. My first lover has two fingers inside me, he has clearly done this before. I reach for his cock and release it from its prison. Eagerly, I take it in my mouth and feel the salty pre-cum on my tongue.
 

The man behind me has slipped a wet finger up my bum, making me press back hard against him. I love something in my bum so much. Then, he withdraws his finger, making me mew in frustration. We are lying on a chaise langue, me on my side, my first lover on his facing me, and the other man on his side behind me.
 

I feel my dress being ripped up the thigh and flung aside. I raise my right leg high, and my lover moves effortlessly to lie with my left thigh in the hollow of his hip. He enters me in one smooth movement and begins to fuck me. Behind, I feel my bum cheeks being spread, but this time by something larger than a finger. I feel his cock against the soft puckered flesh of my bumhole and he pushes gently inside. I am so ready to be filled in every way that there is no resistance.
 

They fuck me, complementing each other's rhythm. They are both giving me love bites. The pain really helps me towards orgasm. They both verbally abuse me, which drives the passions higher still. "You cunt. Take my fucking cock up your arse." "Yes, you slut, we are both going to spunk inside you." "You slut." "You whore."
 

I feel my orgasm well up deep inside me and I feel myself about to cum.
 

The man in front of me has mask which slips and falls to the ground. It's my dad. Even though I am still masked, he says, "Oh Claire, you fucking whore." He knows! He always known. I look over my right shoulder, like some virgin being taken from behind for the first time. The other man is unmasked now.

My brother. He says, "We've always wanted you together"
 

I cum. Oh, I cum, so long, so hard, soooooo wet.
 

Back in court, my whole attention is between my legs and the wetness I have forced from myself.
 

The court adjourns.
 

In the toilets, I lift my skirt, peel down my tights, and look at the mess in my pantie. They are so wet they are almost transparent. The last time they got that wet was when I had been fucked by four men one after each other. Each had cum inside me, and each had cum a lot.
 

I kick my tights and skirt off and stand, straddling the toilet bowl with my panties tight around my tights. I love the pain and the restriction. The gusset is only a few inches away from my quim. I reach up my blouse and pinch my nipple hard. The pain lances through me directly to my clit. I rub, fast and furious.
The orgasm takes seconds. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me making me bend forward from the waist. I can see my hand, almost a blur, and I can see myself squirt right into the crotch of my panties. That sight alone, so dirty, so naughty, keeps my orgasm going until I am almost breathless and a little dizzy.
 

I pull my panties up tight. Feeling the coldness of the wet material against my quim. I want to pee. I don't sit. I just squat a little more and bending forward so I can see. I do it in my panties.

Afterwards, I peel them off and clean up. The tights, even though they too are wet, will have to do.
The afternoon passes quickly. Judges don't like to sit much past three pm.
 

After that, I'm allowed to go home.
 

But I'm not going home today. I'm going to Amy’s for the night, my wet panties still in my bag.