“What the fuck?” The middle-aged man said after rudely stuffing his hand up my skirt at the start of a gangbang I’d arranged, “Why is this cheap cunt wearing panties? Get them off!”
A lot of people are surprised when they find out I cover my cheap fuck hole with expensive fabric. They feel as though it’s like putting a silk jacket on a pig, but I have valid reasons for doing so.
It’s funny because recalling the time I fucked one of my colleague’s boyfriends, I remember that she told the whole workplace that ”Catherine’s panties were just for keeping her ankles warm, the nasty little fucking whore.”
”Smear those panties all over your wrecked cunt and use them to tie your hair up with when you walk home,” I fondly remember telling one of my 19-year-old Goon Sluts in training after she’d just been used by fourteen men in a bareback orgy, something she promptly did.”
Little did she know that her boyfriend was sucking the juice out of them while he railed my cheap cunt and told me how shit she was in bed. But I digress.
Today, in the first episode of the Goon Whore Mindset series, I want to spurt my secrets into your brain, and by the end, you’ll forever be corrupted in how you view a woman’s panties.
Table of Contents
The Farewell Kiss
What is it that turns me on the most when I’m about to be fucked? Is it a man’s tongue ramming itself down my throat? His uttering of degrading filth down my ear as he tells me what a cheap piece of fuck meat I am and how he’s going to ruin my body beyond all belief.
No. As much as all of that makes my slit tingle, it’s not my favorite thing. What turns me on the most is feeling the cold air kiss my drenched cunt as I, or someone else, pull my panties down.
My hanging labia, wrecked from years of cock, pussy pumping, and brutal Gooning masturbation, hangs onto the fabric momentarily as if begging to be saved from the onslaught that’s about to hit it.
By bulging and heavily-used asshole, knowing it will probably get the same if not worse than my slit, does the same.
I call it the farewell kiss. Every inch of my legs is caressed by my underwear, reminding me of what is about to come my way.
The sight of my wet panties going down is like watching the last shred of decency my Goon Whore body has left descend into the abyss, and I fuckin’ adore it.
The Ankle Decoration/Putting Up the Flag
”Tie my panties around my ankle,” I often ask my sleazy lovers after they’ve yanked them down. ”Put up the flag that the whore is open for pleasure.”
There’s been plenty of times when my panties have been ripped off so viscously that they’ve spent their time as a piece of garbage on the ground alongside packets of lube, poppers, and puddles of cum.
And while that makes for a great Gooning Relic, it’s not my favorite thing to do. I prefer it when my panties remain around my ankles, ideally tied in a slight knot so that they stay in place.
Watching my heel-clad feet bounce around with my panties dangling from them like a sleazy flag makes me cum harder than ever, and it always does the same to the men inside of me.
The Makeshift Ball Gag
”Fuck me! It sounds like someone strangling a cat,” the black Bull barked in the middle of my BBC orgy, ”someone shut this cunt up!”
I was mortified. It was my first time tackling DAP, and I was struggling. I wailed like a banshee, cried, and sobbed.
Suddenly, I felt a strong pair of hands tear the panties still dangling around my ankle before they were stuffed deep down my throat to gag me. It worked.
Breathing heavily through my nose, the cunt musk in my underwear was enough to make you drunk and was made even more intense by the presence of a Popper’s bottle under my nostrils.
My wails subsided, replaced by the orgasmic moans muffled by my expensive underwear. From then on, I always ensured that my panties took on the role of an impromptu ball gag if my mouth wasn’t already in use around someone’s lucky cock.
The Keepsake
And when it’s all said and done, a whore’s panties come in to fill their final role after a debauched session, and that’s as a sordid little keepsake.
As much as I love watching some cuckold Gooner drop to his knees and tongue the slop from my slit, I equally adore saving the sordid juices for myself as lube to Goon with when I get home.
After my ass and slut have been filled with cum, a pair of sturdy panties that are just thick enough to hold the slop are ideal for pulling back up my legs to keep my well-earned rewards in my holes.
Then, once I get home, they form the perfect Goon Relic for me to suck, lick, and sniff as I grind a myriad of sex toys into my embattled cunt while basking in the glorious glow of Porn. And that’s not the only way to use dirty panties as a keepsake.
”Smear those panties all over your wrecked cunt and use them to tie your hair up with when you walk home,” I fondly remember telling one of my 19-year-old Goon Sluts in training after she’d just been used by fourteen men in a bareback orgy, something she promptly did.
Afterward, she told me that the Goon Fuel absorbed into those panties went straight to her brain and, combined with the sheer humiliation of tying her hair up with slutty underwear in public, forced her to take refuge in some sordid public toilet where she rubbed her already ruined slit further into oblivion.
And That’s Why Goon Sluts Keep Their Panties On
Plenty of people look down on sluts who choose to keep wearing panties and sidestepping the chance to keep their cunts bare, but many of us have valid reasons for doing so.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the first part of the Goon Whore Mindset and that it’s opened your mind to the reasons why whores like me choose to keep their cheap cunts wrapped in silk.
And remember girls, your panties are for much more than keeping your ankles warm. Now, raise the flag around your ankle and let the world know your free-use cunt is open for spunk!
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