I was still riding high from how quickly my Patreon channel was taking off, so I logged in to check the latest numbers. The moment the page loaded, my eyes lit up. I now had twenty subscribers, including three on my new Tier 3, plus thirty more on the lower Tier 1, bringing in nearly £1200 a month. The new post I had uploaded the day before already had thirty likes. When I checked my messages, I found loads of them, and nearly every one was about the panty post. “Wow,” I gasped when I finished reading. I was shocked to see that thirty subscribers had messaged me asking for my used panties. I felt overwhelmed because I had not expected the idea to become so popular. I quickly did the math and gasped again: £1500 just for wearing my own panties. I could not help grinning.
If this panty sideline was going to be that popular, I needed to manage it professionally. As I went through the messages, I noticed that every request was for thongs or G-strings. I did not even think I owned that many pairs, which made me grin. I went online and ordered several multipacks in different styles, then started putting together a basic calendar for everyone who wanted one. That way, I could keep track of each request, avoid overlapping dates, and make sure I did not miss anyone.
Since I was already wearing a white thong, I looked back through the messages to see who had contacted me first. He had requested a thong, so I grabbed my phone, secured it to my selfie stick, pulled down my leggings, and bent over. Stretching my arm back, I took a picture of myself from behind in the thong. Then I sent him the picture along with a brief message. “Hi, I hope these work for you,” I write before sending the picture.
Within seconds, he replies, “OMG, fuck, that’s perfect. Wow, what an amazing ass you’ve got. That’s the first time I’ve seen it in the flash, and I’m definitely going to upgrade my tier.”
I smile as I read his message. Another £50, I think, grinning to myself.
When I notice that I have a new message from BIGROD, I open it. “Hi, hun. Just letting you know that I’ve taken good care of your panties.” I scroll down and see a picture of my panties covered in cum stains. “OMG,” I gasp, grinning.
I message him back playfully. “Wow, BIGROD, I can see you’re definitely taking good care of them. And thanks again for the advice. I’ve now taken 30 orders for panties in one day.”
“Wow, see? I told you it would be a gold mine,” he replies. “I’ve got another good idea, if you’re interested. What about doing a live stream?”
My eyes light up immediately when I read this. A live stream sounds intriguing. I message him back, “Okay, BIGROD, you’ve got me thinking. Please tell me more.”
“Okay, it’s simple. There should be a box on your profile that says ‘Live.’ Open it, then set a time and date so members will know when to join. I’d suggest allowing only Tier 3 members. Simple as that,” he replies.
“Okay, this does sound fun, but what would you suggest I do during the live stream?” I ask.
“Okay, I think you should stick to cleaning, but this time stay fully clothed. When you start your live stream, set different goals for viewers to reach.” for example, take your t-shirt off first, then let everyone watching your live contribute tips toward the next goal while you continue cleaning. easy £££, he replies.
i had to admit, it did sound naughty—cleaning in front of a live audience while knowing guys were watching me.
ok, i think you’ve sold me on it, BIGROD. let me look into everything, and I’ll keep you posted, i replied.
i immediately found the live-stream button on my page and opened it, then spent a while clicking around and trying to understand how everything worked. finally, i figured it out. i set the stream for tier 3 members only, scheduled for 12-1 tomorrow. now i just needed an appealing header that would hopefully attract as many members as possible.
come and clean my kitchen with me, and strip me down to my underwear as i clean my filthy kitchen, i decided, before uploading it to my channel.
my heart was already racing at the thought of it. i felt nervous, but there was also an undeniable excitement building inside me.
tomorrow came around quickly, and once i had finished all my usual morning-routine tasks, there was jist onw thing left to do. i stripped off and removed the white thong I’d had on for 24hrs now. it was damp and lightly stained, so i packaged it up before jumping into the shower. next on my order was another thong. i picked out some red ck classic thongs and, using my selfie stick again, bent over and took a picture. i logged on and sent the picture to the next guy in the cue, hoping he would approve.
and, of course, he replied almost instantly with his approval. i get dressed and hurry out to post the panties, rushing because i need to be back in time for my scheduled live stream. i make it home with half an hour to spare, then set up my camera and laptop so everything is ready. it takes me a minute to work out the settings, but eventually i have it all sorted. i notice the tip goal icon BIGROD mentioned yesterday and start setting up my first goal. I’d already worked out that 1 tip = £1.
Remove t-shirt 30 tips.
i wait patiently, feeling nervous but excited, until the clock strikes 12. ok, im live. i can now see myself standing in my kitchen on the laptop screen, which makes it feel much more real.
suddenly BIGROD joins, and a notification flashes up.
omg wow your actually doing your first live, i write in the group chat.
hi BIGROD yep, this is my first live, i write back.
2 more people join, and i start to relax a little.
making sure my volume is turned up high enough for everyone to hear, i begin talking to the chat.
ok guys, thanks for joining my first live. come and watch me clean my kitchen. i hope you can see my first goal, i announce.
i start filling the sink with soapy water, repeatedly glancing back at my laptop to follow the chat. bing, bing. i hear the notifications as i walk over to my laptop. i realize the sounds mean people are sending tips. i now have 5. thanks guys, i say while reading through the messages.
2 more guys have joined, bringing the total to 5. not great, i think, but it is only 5 minutes into the stream.
hi, just so you know, if you click each member’s icon, you can also see whether they are live, BIGROD writes in the chat.
I grin with interest as I click on each of the five members marked as live. I start with BIGROD, and, omg, he is live and naked, stroking his cock, which makes me grin.
“Thanks for the information, BIGROD,” I write. “I can see that you’re live.”
I quickly check the others and find that only one more person is live. He appears to be dressed and sitting at a computer table.
I walk away and start wiping down the countertops. Then I hear the familiar bing-bing notification and hurry back over. BIGROD has tipped 25, which means I’ve already reached my goal.
“Thanks, BIGROD!” I shout. Reaching that goal means I have to remove my T-shirt. I slowly pull it over my head, toss it aside, lean back toward my laptop, and set a new goal.
“Leggings off, 50 tip,” I write before uploading it. The message appears instantly as the new goal. “Okay, guys, here’s my new goal. Let’s get these leggings off,” I say, then return to cleaning. As I finish wiping the countertops, all I can hear is the steady sound of notifications. I rush back over and discover that the new goal has already been reached. “Wow, guys,” I say. “Thanks.”
I now have 10 members marked as live, and I nervously pull my leggings down, exposing my red thong. The chat Go’s wild, with everyone complimenting me.
I take a quick look at the new members to see whether they are live. Two of them are, and they are stroking their cocks while standing directly in front of their webcams, which strangely excites me. Now dressed only in my red thong and bra, I go back to tidying up while the live stream continues. About 10 guys are watching, and seeing some of them masturbating while looking at me is seriously turning me on.
“Okay, guys, give me some ideas for my next goal—nothing too naughty, though,” I call out, inviting them to suggest something playful but still within limits.
Almost instantly, requests begin flooding the chat, so I walk over to read them.
“Pull your thong to the side and bend over,” one viewer suggests.
That comment encourages the others to join in, and soon several are making similar requests.
“Oh my God, you guys, I said nothing too naughty,” I protest, blushing.
“Then take your bra off,” another viewer adds, which gets the rest of them excited again.
I pause to consider it. Would taking off my bra be going too far? While I’m thinking, I check the ten members again to see who is still live. Surprisingly, five of them are broadcasting and masturbating. I keep all five live screens open, moving them into the corners of my display so I can still follow the group chat.
Watching five guys masturbate while focusing on me is making me incredibly horny.
“Fuck it,” I say with a smile as I create a new goal: bra off for 50 tips. Then I post it.
Within seconds, BIGROD tips 20.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, suddenly afraid I’m about to lose my bra. Then another viewer tips 10. My eyes widen when someone else adds 20. “Fuck, they’ve done it,” I say, grinning nervously.
“Well done, guys,” I joke as I slowly unhook the clasp.
I remove the bra and set it aside, exposing my 34C breasts to the ten members watching live. omg, i couldn’t believe i was actually sitting there in nothing but my thong on a live stream, but honestly, it didn’t bother me nearly as much as i’d thought it would.
I lean toward the camera so they can see better, using the moment to promote my new panty side business. “Just so you know, guys, if you haven’t seen it already, I’m selling panties I’ve worn for 24 hours,” I say. “The pair I have on now is going to a lucky buyer tomorrow,” I add before turning back to my laptop.
“Lucky man,” someone types.
“Are they wet?” another person asks. “Show us.”
I’d never talked dirty before, and I’m a little shocked by how crude everyone is being, but I can’t deny that it’s turning me on.
“Yes, guys, they’re wet,” I say with a smile.
“OMG, show us how wet they are,” someone writes.
I grin. “OMG.” I take the camera off its tripod and set it on the counter beside my laptop, then pull over a chair and sit down. This angle only shows my upper half. With five minutes left in the stream, I glance at the screen and see that the guys now have a perfect view of my tits.
“So, you want to see how wet you’ve made my panties?” I ask.
The chat immediately erupts again.
“Yes, definitely.”
I slip them off and pause before holding them up to the camera.
The chat explodes once more.
“OMG, they’re soaked,” one guy writes.
“Okay, guys, thanks for joining me for my first live,” I say before ending the stream. OMG, I can’t believe how well it went—and I made £130 from it.
I decide to create a poll so the members can suggest ideas for my next live.
Hey guys, I had such a great time during my first live that I’m looking for suggestions for the next one, so I write a post and share it on my channel.
A few hours later, I check back and find around 10 comments on the post. I read through them with a smile, going over everyone’s ideas. One suggestion catches my attention more than the rest, and I stare at it in shock.
“Irder an Asda online food delivery and answer the door wearing only your T-shirt and thong,” it says.
OMG, this sounds so naughty. Other members have commented too, agreeing that it would be incredibly naughty.
I imagine how I could make it happen.
“Okay, guys, Asda online food delivery it is, tomorrow at 12 o’clock. This is going to be so naughty,” I write before posting it.
The following morning, I place an online grocery order and schedule it for delivery at 12:30. I drop off the kids and mail yesterday’s very damp, dirty red thong to its lucky buyer.
It’s now 11:30, and after showering, I’m in my bedroom trying to decide what to wear. I take out the white, see-through g-string set that BIGROD bought for me from my wishlist. Before I know it, I’m pulling it on. Oh my God, the tiny panties leave almost nothing to the imagination; they’re so sheer that you can practically see my clit and pussy lips through them.
“Oh my God, these are so naughty,” I think. I can’t believe it, but I pull on my leggings and sort through my T-shirts until I find a black V-neck. I bend forward slightly, making my matching see-through white bra easy to see. Once my outfit was complete, I hurried downstairs to get everything ready. I set my laptop and camera on the kitchen counter, log in, and open the live link.
I start the live, and almost immediately I notice that 30 members have joined. Wow, that’s a great start, I think to myself. Within seconds, the chat is buzzing with activity.
“Okay, guys, thanks for joining today’s live. As promised, this is a live ASDA food-delivery order, and it’s scheduled for 12:30. So, who’s going to help me get my leggings off?” I say with a smile.
“Leggings off,” I type, setting it as my goal once we reach 50 tips. Before long, the tips begin pouring in. I tease the guys in the chat, asking whether they’re live on camera too. At least 10 of them already are naked and getting themselves aroused. I can’t resist pointing out that some of them are already preparing for the show I teased.
“Fuck yes, hun. What do you think?” a few of them write in the chat.
“Get yourselves hard, and I’ll tell you,” I tease back with a grin.
“Hun, I’ve got an idea,” one person writes. “Try getting the delivery man to come in for a cup of tea, then put the shopping away in front of him.”
“OMG, wow.” The thought is crazy, but the comment sends the chat wild, with everyone encouraging me to go along with it.
“What, you want me to invite him in? What about the camera? He’ll see it!” I shout.
“Don’t worry. Just put a tea towel over it,” they write back. “Come on, it’ll be so naughty.”
Another person writes, “Guys, let’s all agree that if she pulls this off, every one of us in here will tip her £10. That’s £300, plus whatever else you make on here today.”
I think it over for a moment, weighing up how bold the idea is. “Okay, okay, I’ll try,” I say with a grin. Then I look at my screen and see that I’ve reached my goal. I quickly slip off my leggings and give them a playful little twirl before setting them aside. “Okay, guys, there are five minutes left. What do you think of my outfit now? Do you think the delivery man will like it?” I ask, keeping my tone light and teasing.
“Have you got a bra on?” some of them ask.
I smile at the question, then lift my T-shirt just enough to show them that I do.
“OMG, 50 tips to take it off,” one of them writes.
“But look at how loose my T-shirt is. It’s a V-neck,” I say with a smile, pointing out how much it already reveals.
“Go on, do it. You know you want to,” they tease, encouraging me from the chat.
I grin as I write it down as my new goal and add it to the chat. “Better be quick then,” I reply, still smiling. I quickly run through my plan in my head. If I did manage to get him inside for a brew, I was going to sit him at the kitchen table so he and the guys would be able to see my little show. At the same time, he wouldn’t be able to see my screen and suspect anything.
I glance back at the screen and see that my goal has been reached. Smiling, I unhook my bra beneath my T-shirt and pull it off. I feel incredibly naughty doing it, but the excitement makes me grin.
“Is that the set I got you?” BIGROD writes in the chat.
“Yes, BIGROD, it is.”
“OMG, guys, we’re in for a treat. That G-string is literally see-through,” he adds.
I smile again. “Yes, that’s right, guys. It’s very see-through,” I say with another playful grin.
“Show us a few,” they write.
I shake my head teasingly. “I’m sure you’ll get to see soon enough,” I say.
BIGBLACK writes, “Hun, look at how hard you’ve made my cock.”
I instantly click on his live and gasp. He is standing there stroking a massive black cock. OMG, I think, momentarily speechless.
“OMG, wow, BIGBLACK,” I say with a wide grin, still amazed by what I’m seeing.
Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door, and my heart begins pounding. “Okay, guys, I think he’s here,” I say, realizing I need to step away. I walk toward the door, feeling a little nervous, then open it. A man who looks to be in his early 60s is standing there.
“Food delivery,” he says, pointing down at the bags resting by his feet.
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile. “Would you like a brew?” I ask, looking him over.
He looks back at me and smiles, and I find myself hoping he’ll accept. “I probably shouldn’t. It Ges against the rules,” he says with a hesitant grin.
“Don’t worry about that,” I reassure him. “Nobody will ever find out.”
“Okay, thanks. I could do with a coffee anyway,” he says, grinning as he picks up my shopping bags.
OMG, I grin, hardly able to believe he actually agreed. I lead him into the kitchen and gesture toward the table. “Sit yourself down over there. I’ll put the kettle on,” I say.
He sets the bags down and takes a seat. I switch on the kettle, then walk back over to my laptop. The chat is going wild, with comments appearing one after another.
“OMG, well done,” most of them are saying.
I walk back over to the kettle, make him a coffee, and place it in front of him on the table. With my back to him, I begin unpacking the bags while making small talk.
“Have you been doing this for long?” I ask before making my first move. I bend right over to pull something from one of the bags, feeling my T-shirt ride up over my ass cheeks as I do it.
“Err, about 4 years now,” he replies. i repeat the motion several more times, gradually clearing every last item from the shopping bags and spreading it across the countertops. when i glance over at him, he looks noticeably flustered. trying to seem completely casual, i stroll back toward my laptop and check the chat.
omg fucking hell hun he’s literally just seen your ass in full view, and fuck, that’s such a tiny little string, one person had written.
get on all 4s, and put things in the bottom cupboards to give him a proper view of those tiny g-strings, another added.
i head back over, kneel down, and ease onto my hands and knees before opening one of the lower cupboards. once again, my ass is angled toward him as i lean forward, stretching into the cupboard and reaching for things along the side.
omg, i gasp. i knew this position must be giving him an amazing view. any plans for the weekend? i ask. no, nothing much, he replies. after a few minutes, my knees begin to ache, so i shift back and settle onto my bum. sitting on the floor, i keep the small talk going. then, as casually as i can, i open my legs slightly, discreetly giving him a view of the front of my g-string. omg, this feels so naughty, knowing how see-through my panties are.
i avoid making eye contact and simply carry on chatting. discreetly, i glance down at my panties so i can see what he’s seeing, and omg, he’s getting quite a show. i can clearly make out my clit and pussy lips through the thin material. omg, i gasp. i stay in that position for another minute before finally getting back to my feet.
I look over at him, and the flustered expression on his face makes me smile. For my next—and final—act, I bend forward while facing him, making sure he can see straight down the front of my top at my naked tits. “Okay, well, I’d better get back to base and pick up my next order,” he says. “Thanks so much for the coffee.” He stands up awkwardly, clearly unsure where to look. “No problem,” I reply with a grin, discreetly glancing at the bulge in his trousers. Oh my God, he’s got an erection, I think.
I walk behind him to show him out, then watch as he heads back toward his van. Once he’s gone, I return to my laptop with a smile and scroll through the newest comments.
“Oh my God, that guy got a right fucking show. Those G-strings are literally see-through,” one person writes.
“Well done. That guy had a hard-on, but I don’t blame him,” another comment reads.
“Okay, guys, so judging by the comments, I take it I did well, yeah?” I call out.
“Stunning. You made that guy’s day. Did that get you wet?” another person writes, making me smile.
“Oh my God, I think I’m definitely a little wet down there,” I tease.
“Oh my God, you definitely have to do another live similar to this,” someone suggests. The other members quickly join in, agreeing with the idea.
“Okay, well, I’ll definitely think about it. I’ve had so much fun doing this one,” I say. “Okay, I’m going to end it here. I’ll put up another poll later for suggestions for my next live,” I add before logging off.
I was still riding high from how quickly my Patreon channel was taking off, so I logged in to check the latest numbers. The moment the page loaded, my eyes lit up. I now had twenty subscribers, including three on my new Tier 3, plus thirty more on the lower Tier 1, bringing in nearly £1200 a month. The new post I had uploaded the day before already had thirty likes. When I checked my messages, I found loads of them, and nearly every one was about the panty post. “Wow,” I gasped when I finished reading. I was shocked to see that thirty subscribers had messaged me asking for my used panties. I felt overwhelmed because I had not expected the idea to become so popular. I quickly did the math and gasped again: £1500 just for wearing my own panties. I could not help grinning.
If this panty sideline was going to be that popular, I needed to manage it professionally. As I went through the messages, I noticed that every request was for thongs or G-strings. I did not even think I owned that many pairs, which made me grin. I went online and ordered several multipacks in different styles, then started putting together a basic calendar for everyone who wanted one. That way, I could keep track of each request, avoid overlapping dates, and make sure I did not miss anyone.
Since I was already wearing a white thong, I looked back through the messages to see who had contacted me first. He had requested a thong, so I grabbed my phone, secured it to my selfie stick, pulled down my leggings, and bent over. Stretching my arm back, I took a picture of myself from behind in the thong. Then I sent him the picture along with a brief message. “Hi, I hope these work for you,” I write before sending the picture.
Within seconds, he replies, “OMG, fuck, that’s perfect. Wow, what an amazing ass you’ve got. That’s the first time I’ve seen it in the flash, and I’m definitely going to upgrade my tier.”
I smile as I read his message. Another £50, I think, grinning to myself.
When I notice that I have a new message from BIGROD, I open it. “Hi, hun. Just letting you know that I’ve taken good care of your panties.” I scroll down and see a picture of my panties covered in cum stains. “OMG,” I gasp, grinning.
I message him back playfully. “Wow, BIGROD, I can see you’re definitely taking good care of them. And thanks again for the advice. I’ve now taken 30 orders for panties in one day.”
“Wow, see? I told you it would be a gold mine,” he replies. “I’ve got another good idea, if you’re interested. What about doing a live stream?”
My eyes light up immediately when I read this. A live stream sounds intriguing. I message him back, “Okay, BIGROD, you’ve got me thinking. Please tell me more.”
“Okay, it’s simple. There should be a box on your profile that says ‘Live.’ Open it, then set a time and date so members will know when to join. I’d suggest allowing only Tier 3 members. Simple as that,” he replies.
“Okay, this does sound fun, but what would you suggest I do during the live stream?” I ask.
“Okay, I think you should stick to cleaning, but this time stay fully clothed. When you start your live stream, set different goals for viewers to reach.” for example, take your t-shirt off first, then let everyone watching your live contribute tips toward the next goal while you continue cleaning. easy £££, he replies.
i had to admit, it did sound naughty—cleaning in front of a live audience while knowing guys were watching me.
ok, i think you’ve sold me on it, BIGROD. let me look into everything, and I’ll keep you posted, i replied.
i immediately found the live-stream button on my page and opened it, then spent a while clicking around and trying to understand how everything worked. finally, i figured it out. i set the stream for tier 3 members only, scheduled for 12-1 tomorrow. now i just needed an appealing header that would hopefully attract as many members as possible.
come and clean my kitchen with me, and strip me down to my underwear as i clean my filthy kitchen, i decided, before uploading it to my channel.
my heart was already racing at the thought of it. i felt nervous, but there was also an undeniable excitement building inside me.
tomorrow came around quickly, and once i had finished all my usual morning-routine tasks, there was jist onw thing left to do. i stripped off and removed the white thong I’d had on for 24hrs now. it was damp and lightly stained, so i packaged it up before jumping into the shower. next on my order was another thong. i picked out some red ck classic thongs and, using my selfie stick again, bent over and took a picture. i logged on and sent the picture to the next guy in the cue, hoping he would approve.
and, of course, he replied almost instantly with his approval. i get dressed and hurry out to post the panties, rushing because i need to be back in time for my scheduled live stream. i make it home with half an hour to spare, then set up my camera and laptop so everything is ready. it takes me a minute to work out the settings, but eventually i have it all sorted. i notice the tip goal icon BIGROD mentioned yesterday and start setting up my first goal. I’d already worked out that 1 tip = £1.
Remove t-shirt 30 tips.
i wait patiently, feeling nervous but excited, until the clock strikes 12. ok, im live. i can now see myself standing in my kitchen on the laptop screen, which makes it feel much more real.
suddenly BIGROD joins, and a notification flashes up.
omg wow your actually doing your first live, i write in the group chat.
hi BIGROD yep, this is my first live, i write back.
2 more people join, and i start to relax a little.
making sure my volume is turned up high enough for everyone to hear, i begin talking to the chat.
ok guys, thanks for joining my first live. come and watch me clean my kitchen. i hope you can see my first goal, i announce.
i start filling the sink with soapy water, repeatedly glancing back at my laptop to follow the chat. bing, bing. i hear the notifications as i walk over to my laptop. i realize the sounds mean people are sending tips. i now have 5. thanks guys, i say while reading through the messages.
2 more guys have joined, bringing the total to 5. not great, i think, but it is only 5 minutes into the stream.
hi, just so you know, if you click each member’s icon, you can also see whether they are live, BIGROD writes in the chat.
I grin with interest as I click on each of the five members marked as live. I start with BIGROD, and, omg, he is live and naked, stroking his cock, which makes me grin.
“Thanks for the information, BIGROD,” I write. “I can see that you’re live.”
I quickly check the others and find that only one more person is live. He appears to be dressed and sitting at a computer table.
I walk away and start wiping down the countertops. Then I hear the familiar bing-bing notification and hurry back over. BIGROD has tipped 25, which means I’ve already reached my goal.
“Thanks, BIGROD!” I shout. Reaching that goal means I have to remove my T-shirt. I slowly pull it over my head, toss it aside, lean back toward my laptop, and set a new goal.
“Leggings off, 50 tip,” I write before uploading it. The message appears instantly as the new goal. “Okay, guys, here’s my new goal. Let’s get these leggings off,” I say, then return to cleaning. As I finish wiping the countertops, all I can hear is the steady sound of notifications. I rush back over and discover that the new goal has already been reached. “Wow, guys,” I say. “Thanks.”
I now have 10 members marked as live, and I nervously pull my leggings down, exposing my red thong. The chat Go’s wild, with everyone complimenting me.
I take a quick look at the new members to see whether they are live. Two of them are, and they are stroking their cocks while standing directly in front of their webcams, which strangely excites me. Now dressed only in my red thong and bra, I go back to tidying up while the live stream continues. About 10 guys are watching, and seeing some of them masturbating while looking at me is seriously turning me on.
“Okay, guys, give me some ideas for my next goal—nothing too naughty, though,” I call out, inviting them to suggest something playful but still within limits.
Almost instantly, requests begin flooding the chat, so I walk over to read them.
“Pull your thong to the side and bend over,” one viewer suggests.
That comment encourages the others to join in, and soon several are making similar requests.
“Oh my God, you guys, I said nothing too naughty,” I protest, blushing.
“Then take your bra off,” another viewer adds, which gets the rest of them excited again.
I pause to consider it. Would taking off my bra be going too far? While I’m thinking, I check the ten members again to see who is still live. Surprisingly, five of them are broadcasting and masturbating. I keep all five live screens open, moving them into the corners of my display so I can still follow the group chat.
Watching five guys masturbate while focusing on me is making me incredibly horny.
“Fuck it,” I say with a smile as I create a new goal: bra off for 50 tips. Then I post it.
Within seconds, BIGROD tips 20.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, suddenly afraid I’m about to lose my bra. Then another viewer tips 10. My eyes widen when someone else adds 20. “Fuck, they’ve done it,” I say, grinning nervously.
“Well done, guys,” I joke as I slowly unhook the clasp.
I remove the bra and set it aside, exposing my 34C breasts to the ten members watching live. omg, i couldn’t believe i was actually standing here, in nothing but my thong on a live stream, but honestly, it didn’t bother me nearly as much as i’d thought it would.
I lean toward the camera so they can see better, using the moment to promote my new panty side business. “Just so you know, guys, if you haven’t seen it already, I’m selling panties I’ve worn for 24 hours,” I say. “The pair I have on now is going to a lucky buyer tomorrow,” I add before turning back to my laptop.
“Lucky man,” someone types.
“Are they wet?” another person asks. “Show us.”
I’d never talked dirty before, and I’m a little shocked by how crude everyone is being, but I can’t deny that it’s turning me on.
“Yes, guys, they’re wet,” I say with a smile.
“OMG, show us how wet they are,” someone writes.
I grin. “OMG.” I take the camera off its tripod and set it on the counter beside my laptop, then pull over a chair and sit down. This angle only shows my upper half. With five minutes left in the stream, I glance at the screen and see that the guys now have a perfect view of my tits.
“So, you want to see how wet you’ve made my panties?” I ask.
The chat immediately erupts again.
“Yes, definitely.”
I slip them off and pause before holding them up to the camera.
The chat explodes once more.
“OMG, they’re soaked,” one guy writes.
“Okay, guys, thanks for joining me for my first live,” I say before ending the stream. OMG, I can’t believe how well it went—and I made £130 from it.
I decide to create a poll so the members can suggest ideas for my next live.
Hey guys, I had such a great time during my first live that I’m looking for suggestions for the next one, so I write a post and share it on my channel.
A few hours later, I check back and find around 10 comments on the post. I read through them with a smile, going over everyone’s ideas. One suggestion catches my attention more than the rest, and I stare at it in shock.
“Irder an Asda online food delivery and answer the door wearing only your T-shirt and thong,” it says.
OMG, this sounds so naughty. Other members have commented too, agreeing that it would be incredibly naughty.
I imagine how I could make it happen.
“Okay, guys, Asda online food delivery it is, tomorrow at 12 o’clock. This is going to be so naughty,” I write before posting it.
The following morning, I place an online grocery order and schedule it for delivery at 12:30. I drop off the kids and mail yesterday’s very damp, dirty red thong to its lucky buyer.
It’s now 11:30, and after showering, I’m in my bedroom trying to decide what to wear. I take out the white, see-through g-string set that BIGROD bought for me from my wishlist. Before I know it, I’m pulling it on. Oh my God, the tiny panties leave almost nothing to the imagination; they’re so sheer that you can practically see my clit and pussy lips through them.
“Oh my God, these are so naughty,” I think. I can’t believe it, but I pull on my leggings and sort through my T-shirts until I find a black V-neck. I bend forward slightly, making my matching see-through white bra easy to see. Once my outfit was complete, I hurried downstairs to get everything ready. I set my laptop and camera on the kitchen counter, log in, and open the live link.
I start the live, and almost immediately I notice that 30 members have joined. Wow, that’s a great start, I think to myself. Within seconds, the chat is buzzing with activity.
“Okay, guys, thanks for joining today’s live. As promised, this is a live ASDA food-delivery order, and it’s scheduled for 12:30. So, who’s going to help me get my leggings off?” I say with a smile.
“Leggings off,” I type, setting it as my goal once we reach 50 tips. Before long, the tips begin pouring in. I tease the guys in the chat, asking whether they’re live on camera too. At least 10 of them already are naked and getting themselves aroused. I can’t resist pointing out that some of them are already preparing for the show I teased.
“Fuck yes, hun. What do you think?” a few of them write in the chat.
“Get yourselves hard, and I’ll tell you,” I tease back with a grin.
“Hun, I’ve got an idea,” one person writes. “Try getting the delivery man to come in for a cup of tea, then put the shopping away in front of him.”
“OMG, wow.” The thought is crazy, but the comment sends the chat wild, with everyone encouraging me to go along with it.
“What, you want me to invite him in? What about the camera? He’ll see it!” I shout.
“Don’t worry. Just put a tea towel over it,” they write back. “Come on, it’ll be so naughty.”
Another person writes, “Guys, let’s all agree that if she pulls this off, every one of us in here will tip her £10. That’s £300, plus whatever else you make on here today.”
I think it over for a moment, weighing up how bold the idea is. “Okay, okay, I’ll try,” I say with a grin. Then I look at my screen and see that I’ve reached my goal. I quickly slip off my leggings and give them a playful little twirl before setting them aside. “Okay, guys, there are five minutes left. What do you think of my outfit now? Do you think the delivery man will like it?” I ask, keeping my tone light and teasing.
“Have you got a bra on?” some of them ask.
I smile at the question, then lift my T-shirt just enough to show them that I do.
“OMG, 50 tips to take it off,” one of them writes.
“But look at how loose my T-shirt is. It’s a V-neck,” I say with a smile, pointing out how much it already reveals.
“Go on, do it. You know you want to,” they tease, encouraging me from the chat.
I grin as I write it down as my new goal and add it to the chat. “Better be quick then,” I reply, still smiling. I quickly run through my plan in my head. If I did manage to get him inside for a brew, I was going to sit him at the kitchen table so he and the guys would be able to see my little show. At the same time, he wouldn’t be able to see my screen and suspect anything.
I glance back at the screen and see that my goal has been reached. Smiling, I unhook my bra beneath my T-shirt and pull it off. I feel incredibly naughty doing it, but the excitement makes me grin.
“Is that the set I got you?” BIGROD writes in the chat.
“Yes, BIGROD, it is.”
“OMG, guys, we’re in for a treat. That G-string is literally see-through,” he adds.
I smile again. “Yes, that’s right, guys. It’s very see-through,” I say with another playful grin.
“Show us a few,” they write.
I shake my head teasingly. “I’m sure you’ll get to see soon enough,” I say.
BIGBLACK writes, “Hun, look at how hard you’ve made my cock.”
I instantly click on his live and gasp. He is standing there stroking a massive black cock. OMG, I think, momentarily speechless.
“OMG, wow, BIGBLACK,” I say with a wide grin, still amazed by what I’m seeing.
Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door, and my heart begins pounding. “Okay, guys, I think he’s here,” I say, realizing I need to step away. I walk toward the door, feeling a little nervous, then open it. A man who looks to be in his early 60s is standing there.
“Food delivery,” he says, pointing down at the bags resting by his feet.
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile. “Would you like a brew?” I ask, looking him over.
He looks back at me and smiles, and I find myself hoping he’ll accept. “I probably shouldn’t. It Ges against the rules,” he says with a hesitant grin.
“Don’t worry about that,” I reassure him. “Nobody will ever find out.”
“Okay, thanks. I could do with a coffee anyway,” he says, grinning as he picks up my shopping bags.
OMG, I grin, hardly able to believe he actually agreed. I lead him into the kitchen and gesture toward the table. “Sit yourself down over there. I’ll put the kettle on,” I say.
He sets the bags down and takes a seat. I switch on the kettle, then walk back over to my laptop. The chat is going wild, with comments appearing one after another.
“OMG, well done,” most of them are saying.
I walk back over to the kettle, make him a coffee, and place it in front of him on the table. With my back to him, I begin unpacking the bags while making small talk.
“Have you been doing this for long?” I ask before making my first move. I bend right over to pull something from one of the bags, feeling my T-shirt ride up over my ass cheeks as I do it.
“Err, about 4 years now,” he replies. i repeat the motion several more times, gradually clearing every last item from the shopping bags and spreading it across the countertops. when i glance over at him, he looks noticeably flustered. trying to seem completely casual, i stroll back toward my laptop and check the chat.
omg fucking hell hun he’s literally just seen your ass in full view, and fuck, that’s such a tiny little string, one person had written.
get on all 4s, and put things in the bottom cupboards to give him a proper view of those tiny g-strings, another added.
i head back over, kneel down, and ease onto my hands and knees before opening one of the lower cupboards. once again, my ass is angled toward him as i lean forward, stretching into the cupboard and reaching for things along the side.
omg, i gasp. i knew this position must be giving him an amazing view. any plans for the weekend? i ask. no, nothing much, he replies. after a few minutes, my knees begin to ache, so i shift back and settle onto my bum. sitting on the floor, i keep the small talk going. then, as casually as i can, i open my legs slightly, discreetly giving him a view of the front of my g-string. omg, this feels so naughty, knowing how see-through my panties are.
i avoid making eye contact and simply carry on chatting. discreetly, i glance down at my panties so i can see what he’s seeing, and omg, he’s getting quite a show. i can clearly make out my clit and pussy lips through the thin material. omg, i gasp. i stay in that position for another minute before finally getting back to my feet.
I look over at him, and the flustered expression on his face makes me smile. For my next—and final—act, I bend forward while facing him, making sure he can see straight down the front of my top at my naked tits. “Okay, well, I’d better get back to base and pick up my next order,” he says. “Thanks so much for the coffee.” He stands up awkwardly, clearly unsure where to look. “No problem,” I reply with a grin, discreetly glancing at the bulge in his trousers. Oh my God, he’s got an erection, I think.
i follow him toward the door, walking behind him as i show him out. He heads back to his van, while i return to my laptop with a smile and begin reading through the newest comments. I gasp when i notice that every member has left me 10 tips, totaling 300 tip.
“OMG, that guy got a right fucking show then. Those G-strings are literally see-through,” one comment reads.
“Well done. That guy had a hard-on, but I don’t blame him,” says another.
“Okay, guys, so i take it from the comments that i did well, yeah?” i call out.
“Stunning. You made that guy’s day. Did that get you wet?” another member writes, making me smile.
“OMG, i think i’m definitely a little wet down there,” i tease.
“OMG, you’re definitely going to have to do another live similar to this,” someone writes. Soon, the other members join in, agreeing and adding their own enthusiastic comments.
“Okay, well, i’ll definitely think about it. I’ve had so much fun doing this one,” i say. “Okay, i’m going to end it here. I’ll put another poll out later for suggestions for my next live. Thanks for all the tips, too,” i add before logging off.
My head is spinning. I can’t believe i’ve made £400 from this live alone, and the best part is that i’m finally starting to see my credit card detp go down.
i started thinking about ideas for my next live, wondering how i could possibly top the last one. later that evening, i logged on and put together a quick poll to ask my viewers what they wanted to see next.
ok guys, since my latest live stream got me so excited and was such a success, im looking for fresh ideas for my next one. let me know what you think, i posted on my channel before logging off.
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