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Panties

By: Erosness



I started wearing panties at a very young age. The very first pair I put on belonged to my mom. I enjoyed wearing mom’s panties so much that it was only natural that I wear those of my two sisters; one younger and one older.

My younger sister was the first and only person that I knew of that knew that I had taken to wear panties. Not long after I first put on a pair of my mother’s panties I HAD to try both my sister’s panties. They both had bodies just as hot as my mother’s. But this was the only sister that knew my panty secret and she allowed me total freedom to her panties and bras; some guys used a happy sock, I used my mother and sister’s bras to catch my cum. She didn’t even complain when I took all of her panties and bras from her dresser and moved them to my room so I can have them closer to me. She would come in my room drop her robe, and remain nude as she picked out the panties and bra for the day then put them on before she would leave my room. 

When she first discovered I had taken all her panties and bras she knew where to find them and came into my room closing the door behind her. I was in bed sleeping when I felt my bed moving as if someone was on my bed. I was sleeping on my stomach, the position I had fallen asleep wearing a pair of my mother’s full cut brief panties. Underneath me my bed was covered from chest to toe with the panties of my mother and both my sisters. I felt the bed shaking as if some one was moving around. When I opened my eyes I was looking at the floor where I noticed my sisters robe laying on the floor. She obviously took it off before she sat down. I could only see one of her feet; it was covered in a sexy high-heel sandal with lots of straps, fastened around her dainty ankle. When I turned to look to see who was sitting on my bed, lying back on my body, moving around, I let my eyes take in the beautiful dark skin of my sister’s leg and thigh. I turned over on my back and realized that besides the shoes, my sister was completely nude and rubbing some pretty perfumed lotion on one of her raised legs as she laid back against my covered body. She turned to look at me, leaned over and kiss me on the cheek. 

She moved away from me, smiled and asked if I had any idea where ALL of her panties and bras were? I smiled, then reached under the covers to pull out a pair of panties. As I searched I goosed her, which brought a smile to her face. I came out with a pair of panties that were not hers… she just smiled and said nope, not hers. I put those panties on my chest and went fishing again. Before I could come out with another pair my sister stood giving me a full view of her heeled body then pulled the covers back while saying; let me see what is under these covers. 

She stood right near me giving me a wonderful view of her tits and freshly shaved pussy with puffy lips. She held the covers up as I enjoyed the view of her sexy nude body. She took in the view of my dick making a tent in my mom’s panties as she looked up and down my bed seeing all the panties that I was laying on. She could clearly see that I had several pairs of her panties mixed in with my mother’s and oldest sister panties. She just smiled at me as I looked up at her full breast hanging ever so nicely right near my head. I reached up to touch her tits and she climbed in bed with me. With her heels still on, while I pinched her hard nipples she straddled my groin putting her hot, shaved, pussy down on the tent that my dick created in my mom’s panties. She wiggled her ass a bit until I could feel her pussy lips seem to wrap around my panty covered dick then she sat back nice and firmly pressing her pussy and clit down on my dick. She sat up straight while I played with her tits and she fished around for a pair of her panties. As she fished she would put the panties that were not hers or that she did not want to wear on my bare chest. Once she found the pair she wanted she leaned completely forward mashing her firm tits hard against my panty covered chest and put her mouth close to my ear. 

As she began to talk she began to squirm her pussy around on my panty-covered dick putting more pressure on her pussy and clit, and my hard dick. I could feel her nipples pressing through the panties on my chest, my dick got harder in the panties. She then told me that I could keep her panties in my room but I had to wash them and make sure she had clean panties to wear every day. Then she told me to lay still she needed to cum before she went to work. She reached behind her then pulled the covers up over us before she hugged her body even closer to mine then began to grind her pussy and tits hard down on my body. I could feel her hot pussy juices soaking my mom’s panties as she squirmed her way to orgasm. It started rather slowly and even caused her body to go completely stiff before she began to shake hard and violently, as her orgasm racked her body. Her body shook for what seemed like an eternity before she went limp and relaxed on top of me. I rubbed her back and naked ass as she laid on top of me.  When she regained control of herself, my sister kissed me full on the lips before she slid her body down under the covers. She kept sliding down with her tits dragging down my body as she pulled the covers over her head and disappeared. I could not see what she was doing, but I could feel her hands on the side of my body, her boobs between my thighs and her lips and tongue licking and sucking my soaked dick as she cleaned her hot juices off my panty covered dick. 

After my dick was thoroughly cleaned she kept backing down until she was out from under the covers and stood at the foot of my bed with her hands on her hips licking her lips. She had the panties in one hand. As I looked on she put the panties on then asked where I had put her bras. I pointed to my bottom dresser drawer where I had put them hoping that it would not be so easy for my mom and dad to find them. I even covered the bras with some of my clothes. My sister bent at the waist and turned her gorgeous panty covered ass towards me as she searched for a bra to put on. She picked up a couple of them and discovered I had shot cum in them. She was bending with her legs closed together, but opened them to look at me and asked if I had cum in the cups of all of them. She smiled when I answered that I had. She picked one that I had made sure to fill both cups with cum. The cum was dry of course and she stood to put the bra on. Before she did reached back to adjust her panties that had somewhat bunched up in her ass. Once straightened, she turned to me as she put the bra on. 

She was in a hurry now and pulled the bra over her gorgeous tits. Once in place she held the cups in place with one hand as she walked to me, turned her back putting her ass right up against my lips and dragged her panty covered ass across my face and chest putting it to rest next to me on the bed. She leaned forward slightly asking me to fastened her bra. I did as she asked and she stood, bent at the waist to pick up her robe then stood wiggled her ass and left my room leaving the door open to give me a longer view of her sweet, panty-covered ass.

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I looked over at him seated directly across from me, my chair turned to face his. “May I be excused, sir?” 

“For what reason?” he asked with a tone of indifference.

He continued eating and didn’t once look in my direction. The silence lengthened while I nibbled on my bottom lip, contemplating actually telling him the reason.

“Well?” He did look at me then.

“I ummm…I need to use the restroom.”

For a moment he sat there, motionless, then gently laid the fork down, wiped his mouth with the linen napkin, and picked up his glass, taking a smooth swallow of wine. He turned to me then, rearranging his chair slightly so that we were now facing each other. “Are you wearing panties as I had instructed?”

Timidity laced my voice. “Yes sir.” 

“The white cotton ones?”

I blushed crimson red. I couldn’t help it. His gaze was as direct as was his question. His eyes bore into me as he awaited my answer. Slowly, I nodded. His smile was pure…and quite simply, wicked. There was no other way to describe it. 

“Slide your skirt up and spread your legs.”

There was no question in his voice. 

I glanced around at the public setting and trepidation filled me. He couldn’t be serious. Could he? One look at his face and I knew that he was. True, the café terrace was fairly deserted and there wasn’t much foot traffic at that time of day, most still being at work, but still…work was in the surrounding office buildings and storefronts of downtown area.

“Slide your skirt up, slut and spread your legs. Do not make me tell you again.”

That look, that implacable, unwavering, I am damn serious and you won’t like the consequences if you don’t do as I tell you look sent a shiver down my spine. With trembling fingers I raised my long, wool skirt up my thighs and bunched it up around my hips, spreading my legs to rest along the outer edges of the chair. My blush deepened and his smile of pleased arrogance shot heat right through me. It was about the only warmth I could feel then in the coolness of the mid-afternoon Australian winter day now that my legs were bare, save for the ankle boots that shod my feet. 

“Did you shave this morning?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

“Ummm, sir? I really do…I really do have to…” I looked away. I couldn’t finish the sentence. I couldn’t say to him, face to face what I had said to him so many other times through email and instant messages and phone chat. Sitting here, looking him in the face, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. 

“You really do have to what?” 

I swallowed hard and tightened my lips shut, drawing a deep breath in through my nose and letting it out the same way. “Go to the restroom,” I said quickly.

“To wash your hands?”

His tone was so innocently mocking that my skin crawled. He was usually so crude with me, so base and nasty, but rarely ever patronizing and I knew instantly I hated it.

“No sir, not to wash my hands.”

“Then what, dear? What do you need to go to the restroom for?”

The bastard was going to make me say it. The smug look in his eyes suited him and I shifted uncomfortably beneath his knowing gaze, the cruel, upward tilt of his lips. I couldn’t decide if I hated him for his power over me and his tenacity for getting what he wanted, or if I loved him for it. Either way, I wasn’t happy and it must have shown for he laughed…out loud and gloriously, he laughed. 

I wanted to cry. Frustration and irritation mingled with the fact that my bladder was full and I wanted to bawl my eyes out right there and then. 

“I have to pee!” My voice was louder than I had intended and far more forceful. He sobered immediately and looked me square in the face, all traces of laughter gone.

“Then pee.”

Relief filled me and my discomfort at being so exposed in public drained away as I started to get up. His hand shot out and halted my movement.

“No, my sweet little whore. You stay right where you are in that position.”

I looked at him with astonishment. “But, sir…?”

“You have to pee, slut, you pee right here.”

I couldn’t seem to swallow past the lump in my throat and could only choke out, “But…”

“I want to see you soak those panties for me.”

He couldn’t possibly be serious. Could he? I mean, pee? In public? One look at his face, at the casual way he picked up his glass and took a sip as though not a care or concern in the world touched him, and I knew that yes indeed he was quite serious. 

“I…I can’t, sir.”

“You can and you will,” he said. He moved his chair closer and reached out with his hand, stroking my lower abdomen lightly, pressing gently on my bladder. His voice was low, and his breath warm against my skin as he whispered in my ear. “You know you want to, girl. You know how good it would feel to just let it go, to just relax and let that warm piss flow right from your body. You know it would please me and we both know how much you want to do that, don’t we?”

I whimpered. My insides were trembling with cold and arousal and need…need to piss, need to please him, need for him, need to let go and for once not care. His voice, his persistence pulled my need out, showed it to us both in the light, caressed it, held it tenderly in strong hands, and began nurturing it, growing it, molding it to his pleasure. It was why I was there, at that café with him. He wanted my needs before either of us really understood what they were. He wanted what I had to give before either of us really knew how much that was and at what cost. He wanted all of me…submission, surrender, slave. 

His fingers pressed harder against my bladder and the fingers of his other hand began stroking my cunt over the cotton crotch of the panties. In a daze I glanced around thinking that surely someone was watching, someone could see, someone would make him stop, make us stop, break the spell he was weaving with his dark, wicked words and his even darker, more wicked fingers. 

No one was and no one did. 

His tongue snaked out and licked slowly over my lips. “Let it go,” he whispered against my mouth.

My eyes fluttered and closed and I let his voice and his touch wash over me. I let myself drift into the breath of nothingness where I could simply be, where I could just exist freely for no purpose but the pleasure he was coaxing from me, the pleasure I had flown to the other side of the world to feel, the pleasure I had left home and country for to give.

His smile flashed through my mind and I felt myself smile in relaxed return as my bladder let loose what its’ master commanded. 

“That’s it, little girl, pee for me, pee for daddy.” 

His thick accented voice slipped inside my head and wrapped itself around my cunt as warm urine flowed and soaked my pristine white panties, soaked my thighs, soaked my ass, soaked his fingers that had slipped beneath the elastic crotch band between my legs.

“That’s a good slut,” he whispered against my ear, his lips traveling down my check to lock with my own in a hungry, devouring kiss. His fingertips teased my clit as my pissing stopped. I whimpered and moaned against his tongue and pushed my pelvis up into his hand, bearing down and opening up from inside, giving him a scream to swallow as an orgasm ripped through me.

He pulled away. I gasped and nearly fell forward out of the chair, unaware that I had even leaned towards him at all. I stopped myself short and looked up at him, the orgasm fading quickly at the sight of his stone cold eyes. 

“Get up, go into the bathroom, take off your underwear in the middle of the floor and come back out to me holding them in your hand by the waistband.”

I blanched and looked towards the windows of the cafe. There were people inside, seated at tables between the door and the bathroom entrance. I turned my eyes back to him with an objection on the tip of my tongue, but he stopped me by raising his hand up in front of my face.

“Not a word. Nothing at all from your sweet lips. Just do as I say. Now.”

I sat rooted to the chair, the piss drenched fabric cold against my skin. 

“Go.”

His voice sent tendrils of dread shimmering through me and just as I got up, it hit me; this was punishment for the orgasm. I hadn’t asked permission. I hadn’t even hinted at anything beyond my own pleasure at his touch. Embarrassment burned my flesh and I hung my head in sorrow and shame. 

Without a word I walked around his chair, letting my skirt fall back down around my ankles, the wetness between my thighs mocking me, mocking the slut inside me, mocking the control I tried so hard to hold onto. 

I didn’t glance at the patrons of the café. Part of me wanted to pretend that they didn’t exist, but the other part of me felt them looking up from their plates, watching my movement through the middle of crowd. Did they know? Could they see the wetness anywhere on my skirt? Could they smell it? 

My pace quickened across the floor and I breathed a sigh of pained release when I arrived at the restroom door and was safely behind it. I looked around and saw that the stalls were full. The tables and chairs between me and him were full too. There were people everywhere and panic set it at what he was demanding of me. Tears of humiliation filled my eyes as I stepped into the middle of the room and turned towards the mirrors. 

I stared at myself hardly recognizing the face reflected back. She, me, was flushed a becoming shade of pink, with windblown hair and glassy yet sparkling eyes. Sexy, I thought fleetingly with a small smile, when I never thought of myself as sexy. 

I heard a toilet flush which quickly brought me out of my trance and I reached up under my skirt and tugged the sodden panties down my hips and thighs, stepping my boots through them. Just as the stall door opened I stepped back through the restroom door and back into the midst of the busy eatery before I could think twice, the soaked panties dangling from my fingertips, held in front of me at waist height.

I could hear murmurs and whispers as I passed between the tables, but my eyes were fixed on the figure standing right outside the entrance door watching me come towards him. There was a smile on his face that filled me with pride and purpose beyond imagination. He opened door for me and took my panties from my fingers.

“My good little girl. Open,” he said softly, touching his lips to mine. 

I did as he bid me, waiting for his tongue, but instead finding my mouth stuffed with the crotch of my panties. I blanched and looked up at his smiling face.

“Suck on them,” he said as he pushed them further inside. “Suck on them for me.” 

He took my hand and turned me around towards the windows of the café where some of the patrons were still watching us, watching me now as I sucked the piss from my underwear. 

I felt heat slide through me as he pressed up against my back. I felt reassurance in the strength of his body, in the steady beat of his heart, in the hard, rigid state of his cloth imprisoned cock pushing against my ass. 

He pulled on my hand when I’m sure he felt that the images of their stunned and appalled faces were burned into my mind. I turned away from them slowly, almost reluctantly, held in their fascinated gazes nearly as much as they were held in mine and turned to him. He took the makeshift gag from between my lips and slipped them into his pocket, his fingers twining themselves with mine, his steps sure as he led me, dazed and dumbfounded, down the sidewalk. 

“Welcome to Australia, Mine.” 



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Do you remember being twenty years old and in love? I do. It was a euphoric feeling. I was on cloud nine, but the most spectacular thing was my libido. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I was a rabbit. Just call me Roger. One thing that was sure to overheat my already revving engine was underwear. Actually, it was the lack thereof. Do you remember her leaning over to you, whispering close in your ear and telling you that she wasn’t wearing any panties? I know I do.

Oh man, was that something. I would sit there for hours, through dinner, through the movie, envisioning her little shaved twat sans silk and my cock would throb in my pants. It’s all I could think about. My hands would get all sweaty and my Adam’s apple would jump like crazy because I kept swallowing nervously. I knew, absolutely knew, that she had told me for a reason. She wanted me to know that she was without underwear. There was an ulterior motive to her comment. She had a master plan and the promise of sex was inherent in that very statement.

But, like all good things, even the lack of underwear can wear thin and become something perfectly routine and boring. Thusly, I present my wife. She was the eighteen-year-old nymph to my twenty-year-old rabbit. She’s older now. We’re both older of course but she’s still as sexy as she was in the beginning but she never wears underwear anymore. Wait, let me clarify.

She wears panties when she goes to work or to a wedding/funeral/bar mitzvah, whatever. The minute she gets in the house though she strips them off. I have become so accustomed to catching sight of her naked pudendum while she flits around the house that it no longer arouses me. I know that when she lays down next to me that she’s completely bare beneath her nightgown but it doesn’t do a thing for Mr. Happy.

It’s a little disappointing to realize that I’ve become inured to something that I once found so…hot. And yet, it’s opened up a whole new world of possibilities. So a panty-less Barbara does nothing for me but Barbara dressed up in lingerie kicks my sex drive into high gear. I happen to favor red lacy things with bows and garter belts are beautiful. There is even a variation on the lingerie thing too.

Crotch-less underwear. They should give the man who patented those a Nobel Prize! They are the next best thing since sliced bread. I mean, how lovely… Here I’ve built an immunity to a woman without underwear but sexy silky under things drive me nuts. Combine the two and a man’s got the best of both worlds. I can fuck her while she’s still wearing the panties! It blows my mind. Really. I feel like that twenty-year-old rabbit again.

I love it when she prances into the room in nothing but those crotch-less panties. Like I mentioned earlier, the silky red ones are my favorite. At any rate, she’ll come in and lie next to me on the bed, face down and she’ll make little sleepy noise as she burrows her face into the pillow. I know it’s an act. She’s as horny as I am, but it’s fun to pretend a little.

I’ll ignore her for a while, read my book or watch TV, whatever I’m doing and then she’ll roll over as if she’s turning restlessly in her sleep. Her legs will flop apart and I’ve got a view of the sweet spot. She doesn’t shave anymore but I don’t mind. Her pubic hair is as blond as the hair on her head. It’s like gold wire, spun gold. I’m Rumplestilskin to her princess.

I’ll set my book down/turn off the TV and then lean over her, bending my head close to her ear. I call her name a few times and she makes more sleepy noise and then I let my hands slide down. Ah, glory, glory hallelujah! There it is. I can feel her against my fingers.

I feel the rough texture of her hair and the heat of her honey pot. Invariably she’s wet. I think the underwear turns her on as much as they do me. I can feel the slick moisture coating her inner thighs and the elastic seams of the panties that encircle her plump thighs. I like to rub my fingers along the crease of her leg that spot that is not quite ass, not quite pussy or hips just a soft fold of skin that feels wonderful against my fingertips. I like the way the velvet-clad elastic feels against my fingers and the delicious ‘snap’ it makes when I pluck it.

That always gets a smile from her. I think she likes the little sting it brings. Barbara will open her eyes and raise her little hands to my head and slowly push my head towards her crotch. I don’t mind really. She has a delicious aroma that is…clean, slightly yeasty, and very much a personal scent. Sometimes I tease her and tell her that if she could bottle it she’d make a fortune in the perfume industry. It would drive men wild.

I like to hook my fingers under those thin slips of elastic and bury my face into the moist, fragrant triangle of her crotch. I root around like a greedy child with a sweet, letting my tongue delve into her and suckling her clit. Her juices coat my face. I can taste her and smell her and feel her. I love the way her thighs flex and bunch, flex and bunch right before her orgasm and then it works through her. She’ll shudder and then go perfectly rigid before sagging back against the bed.

She hums after she comes. I love that. I don’t know why she does, why I love it, or even what song it is. But she hums; dancing a finger through the air as she smiles and then she’ll roll over and kiss me full on my mouth. Every time, she wrinkles her nose and tells me that I have pussy-breath. I don’t really get a chance to respond to this because even as she speaks she’s already sliding herself down the length of my dick.

Ah, god, the way she does it so slow and sweet, when she’s so tight and wet… I feel like we’re teenagers again. And the panties. I like it when she’s on top because I can still see those lacy red panties and I can run my hands over them. I can cup her ass, sheathed in the slick material and feel her pussy sliding up and down my shaft.

I never last long when she wears those crotchless underwear. A few minutes, though it feels like a few seconds, and I’m exploding into her. I grab her hips and pull her down hard against me and she flexes her inner muscles around me, milking me for what I’m worth. Afterwards, she rolls away from me and disappears into the bathroom. I know she’s cleaning herself. She detests the way cold spunk feels on her inner thighs.

Before she goes to sleep, she removes her pretty panties and tosses them in the clothes hamper. After she’s already asleep I usually get up and root around for those panties. I like to press them against my cheek and inhale the smell of our combined juices that coat the little leg straps. I know it’s a fetish. But she doesn’t seem to mind it and it’s such a nice fetish, these panties. And it’s not as if it’s my only way of getting aroused. Not by far. It is certainly my favorite though.

Last time she wore them for me, after I crept out of bed to fondle and sniff them, I noticed something. They are beginning to wear out. There is a small hole in the rear of them and the red material is worn thin in some places. She’s going to need some new ones soon. I think I’ll go with her when she goes shopping for them. Just to make sure they’re properly lacy of course. Maybe I’ll suggest she get some black ones, and emerald green…not just red ones.

I might even be able to persuade her to wear a pair home. She could lean over to me and whisper, “I’m wearing my special panties.” It’s not quite the same as the no-panties comment from our youth, but oh man, I bet you anything it would have the same effect on me. I’d even take her out to dinner, jut to extend the anticipation for us both. Yes, she definitely needs a new pair or three of those crotchless panties.



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He trembled as he waited for her. They had arranged to meet at his office, late in the evening, after everyone was gone. They had chatted and talked on the phone so often from this room, and he wanted to be with her here. He wanted to visualize her every time he sat at his desk, when he looked around the room, when he remembered being with her.

He shuddered. It frightened him sometimes, the way he wanted her, the way he wanted to submit to her. Some days the need was so strong he shook with it. He thought of her words, the erotic images she painted with them, how they affected him. He could feel his hardening length under his pants. He smiled. He loved how thoughts of her made him instantly erect.

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was time. He rose from the chair, taking a deep breath, calming himself. He went to a door that opened to the parking lot on the back side of the building. She was there.

She smiled as she looked up at him, her smile beautiful and gentle. She leaned up close to him and softly kissed his cheek, her hands framing the sides of his face. "Hello, my sweet pet."

He gulped and swallowed, his words sticking in his throat. He coughed, and said, "Hello, my Lady."

Smiling again, she took his hands in hers. He glanced down and admired the deep burgundy nail polish on her long nails. Her hands were so graceful, and he loved how they felt on his skin. He shivered all over, remembering the last time they were together. 

He pulled her into the building, and shut and locked the door. She immediately pressed against his, trapping him with her soft body. He could feel her warm breath on his neck just before she kissed him there. She could feel his pulse hammering in his throat. Her hands slid down his body to settle on his hips briefly, then lower to cup his firm ass.

Possessively she fondled him, pulling him closer. She could feel his rigid length pressing into her abdomen. He could feel a smile in her kiss as she found his soft warm lips with her own. It was a soft, unhurried kiss, a melding of hearts and bodies. He could feel her incredible heat even through his clothes. He couldn't suppress a small groan as the kiss deepened, taking on a life of its own.

Her thigh slipped between his, and she gently pressed up into him. They both groaned, the kiss becoming harder and more intense. He had to strain to hold himself rigid, letting her control his actions, wanting to do everything she told him to do. That was only part of what she gave to him when they were together; the soft commands, the guidance, the directions she whispered in his ears. 

Feeling his iron control wavering, she smiled again, breaking the kiss. "Take me to your office, pet," she said quietly. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. He gestured for her to go to the right, and she swept ahead of him, her soft flowered dress making a slight rustling sound. He admired her long legs as she walked ahead of him. "The last door on the left, my Lady."

Stepping into the room, she walked to his desk and sat on the edge of it, facing his chair. She turned back towards him, and crooked a finger, motioning for him to come to her. He shut the door and locked it. He could feel the sweet anticipation rushing through his bloodstream, a rich heady feeling. God, how he wanted her. 

Motioning him to the chair, he sat, facing her as she perched on the edge of the big desk. She scooted further back, and kicked off her red high heels. Spreading her legs, she told him to move closer. He rolled the chair up to her, and she leaned forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes never left his.

Her eyes were a soft hazel, with a dark green, almost black circle around the iris. They twinkled with mischief and a sense of female power; he could feel it almost flowing from her, enveloping him in a sensual haze. Her perfume was musky and floral and spice all in one, and intoxicating. He closed his eyes against the rush of need surging through him. 

Knuckles skimming against his chest, she tugged his shirt from his pants and undid the last button. Gripping it firmly, she pulled him towards her. She slowly slid the shirt down over his shoulders, letting it drape around his wrists. His chest was bare, and she watched it rising and falling rapidly, sensing his arousal. 

"Grip the arms of the chair, dear, and don't let go until I tell you to," she told him. He nodded, knowing this was only the beginning. She pushed the chair back with her stocking clad feet. He couldn't resist peeking up her dress as she did. She watched him watching her.

"Like what you see?" she asked as she slid further back on the desk. He nodded. She lay back, propping her feet on his knees. "Spread your knees apart, pet."

He did, and it opened up her legs in turn. She seductively slid the dress up her thighs. She was wearing white lacy thigh high stockings. Her skin was pale and creamy looking, a wide strip of bare flesh showing between the top of the stockings and the snow white panties. "Watch me," she said. 

She propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand going between her legs. She rubbed small circles against the panties, pushing them into her pussy. He could see the dampness. He licked his lips slowly as he watched her pleasuring herself. She kept her eyes on his face, watching his cheeks flush, his eyes glaze over with passion. She loved that look on his face, loved knowing she put it there.

Focusing her attention on her own body, she could feel herself responding to him. Her nipples felt swollen and rigid. Her pussy, where her hand was rubbing the panties into it, was wet and hot. He glanced up, their eyes locking. They had talked about this, and she knew what he wanted. 

As she rubbed the panties deeper into herself for a moment, she could feel the dampness of the flimsy material. She trembled as her clit began throbbing. She let her head drop back, letting the pleasure build slowly, steadily. When she heard him groan, she stopped. 

Pushing herself up off the desk, she stood in front of him. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue leisurely exploring his sweet, wet mouth. Pulling back reluctantly, she pushed his chair away from the desk. 

She turned, putting her forearms down on the desk. She swayed her hips slowly back and forth, then in a circular motion, teasing him. Reaching one hand back, she slid the dress up over her hips. He could see those white panties, her rounded bottom, the creamy skin between panties and stockings. He quivered all over.

She stood again, lifting the dress in front. She gripped the hem in her strong white teeth, and reached for the panties with both hands. She looked down at his crotch; his cock was clearly visible, pushing against his pants. 

She began to peel the panties over her hips, then down her long legs. He watched her, mesmerized. She gracefully stepped out of them, then let them dangle from her fingertips. "Ask me, pet," she said softly.

He swallowed hard. She smiled, watching him struggle. "Please, Mistress," he whispered.

"Please what, pet?"

He stared at the panties, licking his lips. "Let me taste them, Ma'am," he stammered.

She lifted them to her nose, taking a delicate sniff. "Ummm, very sweet," she murmured. His whole body was shaking at this point. 

"Please," he said hoarsely. 

Moving close to him, she told him to open his mouth. As he did, she strategically placed the wet material directly on his tongue, and gently stuffed them into his mouth. He bit down on them as she pulled back. 

"You look quite tempting like that pet. Your shirt around your wrists, your chest bare, your mouth full," she said lovingly. "Not to mention this," she added as she placed her foot into his lap. She pressed her toes gently into his arousal. He moaned against the panties.

Sinking down to the floor, she lay on her back, putting her feet on his knees again. Her hands cupped and massaged her breasts through her dress and bra. Her nipples were distended, and she pinched them. It made her back arch up off the floor. 

Dropping both hands between her legs, she spread her shaved lips wide apart, showing him her pussy. "You like?" she asked playfully. He just nodded vigorously.

She began to pleasure herself, seeming oblivious to him watching her. She slipped two fingers into her wet heat, then brought them to her lips and licked and sucked them clean. She smiled as she heard the hoarse growl he made. 

Spreading her lips with one hand, she rubbed her clit in circles with the other. She was slippery wet. She made incoherent sounds of arousal as she drove herself higher. She let the powerful orgasm rip through her, then kept rubbing as her body jerked in sweet aftershocks. 

She slumped back on the floor, and laughed huskily. "Oh, pet, what you do to me," she told him.

She leaned up on her elbows, rocking her knees back and forth, her feet pushing on him. She nestled one foot in his crotch, massaging his stiffness. "Want to cum for me, my sweet?" she asked.

He shuddered, only able to nod. She put her feet down and knelt in front of him. Her hands quickly released his throbbing cock from its prison. Long fingers wrapped around his shaft, and she stroked quickly. "Cum for me," she whispered. "Cum now."

His hips thrust towards her hand, and his body shook as the creamy cum burst from his throbbing cock. She continued running her fist over him, the thick evidence of his arousal spilling over her fingers. He jerked spasmodically, a low groan barely audible through the panties. 

She leaned down to tenderly kiss the tip of his cock. She pulled the panties from his mouth, and kissed him deeply. His hands left the arms of the chair and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Both were still trembling slightly. He clung to her, pressing soft kisses on her face.

Gazing into his eyes, she asked him if he was ready to go to a more private place, and continue what they had started. He could only smile. 



Panties



This short piece was prompted by the generous praise of a thoughtful reader of my story - 'TRACEY' - in the course of which he made an indirect reference to not only his personal preferences and fantasies but also the difficulties one can come across in trying to fulfil them.

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Why is it that most women will either smile or snigger with obvious amusement or embarrassment whenever this word happens to be mentioned in mixed company? Perhaps it's actually because we men - I mean those of us to whom this is the single most important item of feminine apparel - fail to ever fully explain either our feelings, or how powerfully we can be affected by a beautifully filled pair of thoughtfully chosen panties.

Well, I for one, will do my best to rectify that - partly in the hope that the word will spread, and if it does, then perhaps that will be to the benefit of, if not me, then many other men with similar tastes.

'Panties' - what a vast array of types of undergarments spring to mind when that word is even thought of. What styles, fabrics, colours come to mind. What images - perhaps a particular pair that was only ever seen just that once - perhaps a favourite pair that your partner unknowingly slips on from time to time - perhaps something you saw in a catalogue - or on display in the window of a lingerie shop. Or maybe a pair that was purely the result of your own, far too fertile imaginings.

And of course I doubt that any two men will instantly agree as to what the ultimate pair of panties should actually look like. To a 'transparent nylon' man the very idea of 'pure cotton' seems totally abhorrent. Yet to another those slinkily pristine white panties may signal, 'virgin', and to him, oftentimes no matter who is wearing them, that image will always remain the most arousingly powerful.

Women - or at least the designers who produce things for them - do seem to understand at least that much; using a vast array of silks, laces, nylon and many other things in their manufacture. Not to mention the ribbons, notions and bows they often use for artistic or dramatic adornment, or even the cheekily daring words or pictures they sometimes add. But, nagging away at the back of my mind is still the question that comes up whenever women's clothes are mentioned. Do women dress for their men, or is all that effort, time and money really spent for the benefit of themselves, or - even with straight women - to impress other women?

But, whether it's actually for our benefit or not - and whether it's cotton, or lace, or nylon, or silk - or any other particularly personal favourite - most of us, most of the time, can quickly get turned on by even the briefest glimpse of our partner's - (or someone else's!) - delightfully erotic pair of panties.

And in spite of their signals to the contrary I am sure that women do in fact actually know that - after all most of them learn it early in that first year or so at school - learn that the one thing a 'nice girl' doesn't do is let some spotty boy get a look up under her skirt...

Perhaps therein lies the answer - that subconsciously they still recall that early instruction!

But, given that most women have subsequently also learned to enjoy the sex act, and especially the lead-up and foreplay, why on earth don't they actually more fully exploit that presumably well-known weakness that many of we men have?

But, as I said at the beginning, perhaps it's actually all our own fault - perhaps we have failed to demonstrate by word, deed or action just how quickly and strongly our passions can be ignited by just the briefest of glimpses.

Of course if we are going to change that we first need to be sure of what we each actually like, that means analysing what really turns us on - and from here on I know there'll be dissent, our tastes are too individualistic for there not to be...

There are just so many styles to choose from, and this is not the place to even attempt to list them, that is something the individual must decide for himself. But when it comes to the panties I prefer it's not just the style or fabric that are the keys to their allure - certainly there are those - but there is also the matter of the fit.

I personally like the panties to fit the crotch, snugly; but that doesn't mean tightly - the craze for the 'thong' is not for me: like pantyhose, reminding me of nothing more than a modern-day version of the chastity belt! So, whatever their fabric, design or colour I like to be able to see the natural shape of what's hidden beneath.

For me the 'Mons Veneris' (Mount of Venus) has been perfectly named - overlooking as it does the site that is frequently quite central to so many of our physical joys - and so my perfect woman will have a mound that is both large, and prominent. Many otherwise quite attractive women unfortunately don't, their mounds are either too narrow or simply too unpronounced.

So, if she has a genuine 'Mount of Venus' whatever is chosen to cover it should do so with care, regard and perhaps even a touch of reverential respect - not to mention pure seductive sensuality. And, as I've said, whatever design the rest of the panties have been cut to, that portion of the panties should fit the mound snugly, but still allow me to see the outline of both its size and its shape.

Of course being men, once we do see that we are unable to resist imagining the details of what lies beneath - and once again we step into the realm of personal tastes. Long gone are the days when a woman had only what nature had decreed; these days her pubic area can be bushy, bald, or almost anything in between - when it comes to the amount and styling the variations are, like the styles of the panties themselves, too numerous to mention.

However, my personal tastes run to a neatly trimmed mat; a curving top edge can subtly and erotically accentuate that of the mound - and I find a well-maintained heart-shape to be positively romantic! But I can understand that many men prefer little or nothing - for one thing it avoids the problem of having to pick hair from your teeth! - not to mention that hint of long-ago, youthful virginity...

But even in the matter of hair or no-hair, the panties can of course play their part - at least as far as I am concerned - whether fully or partially transparent, a see-through panel can do wonders for both my immediate excitement and, ultimately, for my potency.

However, even if wearing an otherwise absolutely perfect pair of panties, if the woman herself does not do so with confidence and a clear understanding of the effect she and they could have on her partner, it has all been in vain. One woman lying, apparently reading or resting, with something 'on show', can make herself extraordinarily seductive, while another can be as sexually arousing as a log! Some women seem to be born with a deeply innate sensuality, others, unfortunately, are not.

However, if a woman sincerely wishes to please her man she will usually make very real efforts to do so - and that is where we men have a part to play.

As with all things to do with sex - not to mention most other parts of our lives - if the other person is receiving zero feedback how on earth can we expect them to either change, or repeat their actions? If a woman, even accidentally does something you find arousing - tell her! If by making minor changes you believe she could do so - suggest it!

You have nothing to lose, and a vastly improved sex-life to gain.

Then, as the communication between you builds, get a little more forthright, a little more daring - make suggestions, try things out, you might find you have tapped into something even she didn't know about herself!

So, as always in these matters; be tactful, be patient, but say it! You might be surprised by the results, I certainly hope so... 



Panties



Why do they commonly and generally refer to the singular of panty in the plural, as in panties? That always struck me as odd. Yet, now that I am so accustomed to writing panties instead of panty, when I write panty, it just does not sound correct. I end up changing it back to panties.

This story is about the only fetish that I think that I have and that being, panties. I do not think that I have another fetish. Well, now that I think of it, I am definitely a tit man. I love tits, big tits, medium tits, and small tits. The size does not matter. What matters more are the shape and symmetry of the tit and the nipples, of course. Yeah, tits could be one of my fetishes. I will have to write a story just on tits, then, too.

Okay, now you have me thinking. I have never been a butt man until I met my girlfriend. She has the best ass that I have ever seen, bar none. So, I could be an ass man, too, I guess, for story number three. Yeah, don't tell my girlfriend but, because of her, I find myself staring at butts. It is a rare occurrence to see a shapely butt. Most butts are oversized. Shapely butts will have me staring after her while watching her walking away.

Then, there are legs. There is nothing like a shapely, shaved leg to make me want to stalk, er follow the possessor of such fine limbs to see what the rest of her looks like. Tanned legs are my favorite with nicely developed but not overly developed calves with toned thighs. Too many women have knobby knees. Knobby knees ruin the leg look. Yeah, I could write a story, just about legs. 

Are women considered a fetish? I could write about women as a fetish, as well. Actually, I could write a book about women and the different types of women who have made me the pervert that I am today. Man, I love women. Not all women, of course, I hate bitchy women and women who do not have a sense of humor. You have to be able to laugh at yourself and trust me, I laugh at myself all day long.

"Ha, ha, what an idiot I am. I cannot believe I wrote that story."

Nonetheless, this story is about panties. I shall do follow up stories on my tit, er breast fetish, for the politically correct, ass, er buttocks fetish for all you ass men, leg fetish story for those who are into legs, not including feet, however. Sorry, about that, but feet do nothing for me. Then, maybe, one story just about women, tall women, short women, young women, old women, thin women, and not thin women.

It all started when I was around 13-years-old, er, I mean, 3-years-old when I would lie on the cold tile of the kitchen floor to catch a glimpse up my aunts and my mother's friends skirts and dresses. Unlike today where women either wear panties and/or pantyhose, there was much to see, back then. Before the dreaded invention of pantyhose, which I detest, everyone wore slips, nylon stockings, garters, girdles, and, of course, my favorite, my fetish, panty, er panties.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Boy, it is amazing what a guy can get away with when he is only three-years-old. Only, I wish they had invented the digital camera, back then. All they had was a Polaroid camera and it was black and white, and not many of us could afford one of those cameras. I swear, I was a born up skirt fan. Only, I am not a fan of those up skirt photos where they only show women's legs and a panty and/or pantyhose clad ass and pussy. I need to see the rest of the woman, especially her face, to appreciate the photo. Hey, I am not a forensic scientist or mortician; I do not get off on body parts. I need to see what the woman's looks like, too. The whole package of what she looks like before the up skirt makes it more exciting and makes me feel like I got away with something by stealthily stealing a serendipitous stare of her panties.

Anyway, when I was a kid, I got to see my sister, all of my cousins, aunts, female family friends, my sister's girlfriends, and even my mother's panties. I guess women figured they were safe from sexual stalkers in their own home or in the house of a friend or relative and could relax their posture not figuring that my man desires developed so early. Yet, there I was always looking, hoping, waiting, and expecting to see panties.

They were all too busy talking to notice what the Hell I was doing until it was too late and after I had already gotten a good glimpse of the goods and continued returning for third and fourth stares, the greedy little panty maven that I was. Besides, back then, everyone smoked, especially the women. I would wait until they all gathered in the living room lighting up their cigarettes and working on their second drink, then, stealthily, under the cover of the blue hazy cloud of Raleigh and Marlboro smoke, I'd make my entrance crawling on the floor on my back like a Ninja. Boy, there was no talk of second hand smoke back then.

"What the Hell is little Freddie doing?"

"He's trying to see your panties," said my mother in-between a drag of her cigarette. "Freddie, get up and get out of here before you get thoughts." My mother never said sexual thoughts, only thoughts.

Going way back, I was just a kid, maybe 15-years-old when my aunt and her daughter, my cousin, stayed with us during her trial separation from her husband. We had a small apartment and the women all bunked in together. My aunt, probably, in her late thirties would put her nylons on in the kitchen and I would watch her on the pretense of mindlessly talking to her. She would put those things on like she was making love to them, careful not to run them and to get the seam in the right place. When she sat with her leg raised to start the nylon on her foot, I was rewarded with a flash of panty between her legs that continued when she raised her leg to slowly stretch and pull the nylon fabric up her calf and on up to her thigh.

First, she would do one leg like that and, then, the other. Then, she stood, pulling up the nylon and lifting her skirt as she went to hook the nylons to her garter. My patience was always rewarded with great flashes of her panty and girdle. Everyone wore girdles back then, and my aunt was not even fat. Then, my mother would enter the kitchen and scoot me out.

"Freddie, go in the other room." Then, she'd turn to her sister, "Don't put your nylons on in front of him, he'll get thoughts." She always said that like I was incapable of getting thoughts until I saw my aunt's panties. 

My favorite part of the day was going in the bedroom to wake up my cousin for school. She was older than me, just turned 18-years-old and she never slept with the covers over her. Every time I entered her room, her nightgown was up around her waist and I always had a wonderful shot of her panties. One time, she was not wearing panties and I saw it all. Man, did she have a bush. Well, I paid for that sight, but it was worth the screaming, kicking, punching, and pinching to get a look at my cousin's pussy. I told all of my friends. I was the first kid on my block to see a pussy. Boy, those were the days when seeing your first pussy meant something. If I had a Polaroid camera back then, I could have made a small fortune showing that photo to all who wanted to see it for a dime a peek. (Back then, ten cents bought two full sized candy bars or a Coke and a bag of chips. Today, the same costs a buck fifty.) Now, Britney, Paris, and Lindsey have their pussies plastered all over the Internet. Pussies are no big deal, anymore. 

As I grew up, my fetish for panties developed like a hunter develops a drive to hunt bigger game. That is not to say that I was into seeing the panties of obese women or was searching the planet for granny panties, which I was not. Yet, if I did happen to catch a glimpse of full size women's panties, I would look, of course. I could not help but look, young, old, thin, or not so thin, if the opportunity presented itself, I looked. Looking at all and every panty that displays itself goes along with the territory of having a panty fetish. After all, I was looking to see as many panties as I could see. Not that I was keeping a log, journal or a notebook of all the panties spotted, but I tucked away the good views in the back of my head for reference later when I was home alone and horny. You guys know what I mean.

The subway and bus were two of the best places to hunt panties and still are. First, allow me to write that I am not into panty sniffing, used panties, wearing panties, or touching panties that are in a lingerie department. The only panties that I am interested in seeing are those that are on that gorgeous woman who is sitting across from me with her legs parted just enough for me to steal a peek. Perhaps, if I concentrate and focus my thoughts on her knees, she will psychically receive my thoughts and part her knees just a little bit more for me to see..."There! Perfect. Panties."

I always wondered if women flashed their panties on purpose because every day was a panty field day and, maybe, because I was looking, but I managed to see, at least, half dozen panties a day. So, with the above comment in mind, do women accidentally on purpose flash their panties to a guy that they are interested in meeting? I figure that some do when we know that we are looking and if we look normal and do not have drool hanging off our lip. Most, I figure, are unaware that they are flashing their panties, especially, back then, when all women wore very short skirts ala Twiggy. Some skirts were so short and some women's thighs were so thin, that even when they sat with their knees firmly pressed together, there was always a triangular opening just above her thigh that revealed a great look of her panties. Some women, probably, uptight women who believed all men are perverts (she has a point there) sat with their hands in the laps denying me a view of her panties.

"Pardon me, miss, but there is a spider over your head."

Whereupon she would remove her hands from her lap, cover her head with her hands while looking up and turning in her seat. Bingo! I saw the flash of her panties.

"Sorry, Miss, the spider is gone now. You are safe."

Another good place to see panties is anywhere women gathered to sit outside and eat their lunch. Me and a thousand other guys just like me, would spend our lunch hour walking around Boston, especially around the Boston Common, Public Gardens, the waterfront area by Atlantic Avenue, and Faneuil Hall. The tourists were always good to watch for panty flashing. Maybe, they figured, what the Hell, I'll never see that guy, again. I really do not care if he sees my panties. I am tired, it is hot, and I need to sit. Matter of fact, I wrote a story about the best places to voyeur women around Boston if anyone is interested in reading it.

Steps were always the best place to see panties. Even when women cemented their knees shut, you could see their panties from either side of them. Some maladjusted and paranoid women put a sweater around their lap denying you the view while others actually held their skirt in place with their hand or lowered their feet to the step below negating the angle of a view. Don't you hate it when you are trying to be nonchalant and the potential up skirt victims know what you are up to and beat you at your own game?

Then, I read all of these stories about women who do not wear panties. I met two women in my entire life, and I was in the lifestyle for a few years, who did not wear panties. Moreover, I only saw one woman who did not wear panties and that was in the Public Garden about 30 years ago. The only reason why I noticed was because she was sitting on the grass with her legs raised and had this red bush of fur. Of course, I meandered over there to talk to her. She was a student but nothing came of it; I was only going over to her for a closer look. Now, the weird thing is that I would have been more turned on had she been wearing panties. Definitely, I have a panty fetish.

I love those wrap around skirts, especially when the woman has a big butt and the skirt does not wrap completely around. Just a little bit of wind blew that skirt wide open enough to see all of the back of her panty and upper thigh. Those skirts are the next best thing to micro mini skirts, which I absolutely love. There is no way for a woman to sit when wearing a micro mini without flashing some panty.

My favorite panties, for some unknown reason, are white cotton bikini panties. Whenever I see my girlfriend in her bra and panties, I have an instant erection. She has the body to wear it. Seeing her in a bra and panty is like seeing a Victoria Secrets model in a tiny bikini.

Having a panty fetish, of course, I love those panty videos from Japan where the guy races up to the woman and lifts up her skirt and/or pulls down her panty. They even have a few where he lifts up their kimonos. Hot stuff those videos and now I wonder no more what Japanese women wear beneath their kimonos, bikini panties, although a couple wore granny panties. They could never do that in America. The poor guy would be charged with attempted rape and sued civilly when all he wanted to see were panties. Matter of fact, I wrote a story on this subject called the Panty Bandit, the American version of the Japanese panty pull down, in case anyone is interested in reading it. You know, come to think of it, I wrote a story on practically everything. 

Then, they have those drunken girl videos where the women are sitting with their legs spread and their panties on display. Those are hot videos. Now, that I think of it, the Japanese women are always showing their panties. Is it because they are behind us in fashion trends? The way the Japanese women today wear mini skirts is how our women wore mini skirts back in the '70's.

Growing up in Boston, we always had Filene's Basement. Filene's for decades never had dressing rooms. The women would strip on the main floor and try on clothes. It was amazing. I saw more women in their panties and bras, hot women, good looking secretary types, who would shoot you down at a bar or at a club and there they are walking around in their underwear. I loved that store.

"Sale on dresses the far side of the store," crackled the loudspeaker. Then, literally dozens of half naked women, wearing only their bra and panty, would dart across the main floor to reach the racks of dresses before anyone else. 

During the '60's and the '70's was the mini skirt craze. Always, there was some woman bending over in front of me while wearing a mini skirt. Always, she gave me an unbelievable shot of her panties. Seeing her panties made me terribly horny. I was always walking around with an erection.

The Esplanade along the Charles River in Boston was a good place to see panties. Always, there was, believe it or not, some woman sliding down the slide wearing a skirt and by the time she got to the bottom, her skirt was up around her crotch. They also had a tire swing there, too. More than a few times, I witnessed mothers with their children playing with the tire swings and falling through with the hem of their skirt up to their chest and their panties on full display until they realized the only way to get out was to sit on the ground instead of trying to lift the tire up past their bust, shoulders, and over their head.

Then, taking the harbor cruises in Boston Harbor was always a good place to see panties. It could be the most serene night but, once that boat hit the shipping channel, the wind picked up more than just speed but cocktail dresses and blowing them up to the back of the women's heads. Don't you just love shear chiffon blowing up with the breeze?

So, what is it about panties that make it so erotic and such a fetish? I do not know any man who is offended when seeing a woman's panties. Do you?

"Oh, God, please, close your legs. I can see your panties."

"Listen, you young whipper snapper, you shouldn't be looking at your grandmother's panties." My grandmother suddenly gives me the dirty look that my mother gave me so many years ago.

"Sorry, Granny."

"I warned your mother that you were going to get thoughts when you were lying on your back trying to steal a peek at panties way back then. Now, look at you. You have an erection over seeing granny's granny panties."

"Sorry, Granny."

"What is wrong with you?" She gives me a swift kick in the balls. "What do you have a panty fetish?"

Oh, yeah! I do. 



Panties After Practice!



18 year old Conrad Marks unlocked the front door knowing his father, mother and sister were out of the house until later that night. He stepped into the foyer followed by four of his swim team buddies; Mike his best friend from grade school, Justin, just new to the team this year, Barry, the team captain and Tevis, the only black guy on their team. All of them strapping 18 year olds except for Barry who had turned 19 a week before. They had just finished a grueling practice and were going to chill in Conrad's empty house. The five of them headed for the family room to watch some TV on Conrad's dad's wide screen. They settled into the overstuffed furniture and turned on the tube.

After about fifteen minutes of flipping through 180 channels and finding nothing, they started grumbling because no one could agree on what to watch. Conrad went to his bedroom and brought his stash box back. They all perked up at this. Conrad rolled a big fat joint and lit it passing it to Mike. Mike took a long drag and passed it on. Soon the five of them were feeling the effects of the righteous weed that Conrad had scored and were slowly becoming part of the furniture. 

With still nothing of interest on TV, Conrad went back to his bedroom and came back with a shoebox. He set it down on the coffee table and pulled the top off revealing his DVD porn collection. 

"Hey fellas," he said to the group. "I'm sure we can find something better to watch in here." 

They all began to pull the DVDs out of the box, inspecting the titles and the cover art. Tevis grabbed one called "Panty MILF Fuckers." The front picture showed a hot older woman spread eagle with her purple silk panties pulled to the side and a giant black cock buried balls deep in her dripping asshole. The back cover showed more of the same representing each of the five women in the film and all of them were still wearing their panties with a monster cock buried in their tight pussy or puckered ass. Tevis held it up to the group and announced that this was the one he wanted to watch. He passed it around and they all agreed that they would watch the MILF one first. 

Mike took the DVD and went to put it in the player. "I like this one," he told the others. "I think the MILF on the cover looks a lot like Conrad's mom." 

They all agreed, even Conrad. That was in fact the reason he purchased the DVD in the first place. His mom was one hot chick and he had fantasized many times about what he would do if he ever had the chance to do her. At 45 she was still firm and toned and could really fill out a bikini. She and his sister always pranced around in their panties and T-shirts when they where at home and it kept him at half mast whenever he was around them. He always tried to get a good peek at their silken covered asses or a flash of their pantied crotches as they flitted about the house. He regularly used their dirty panties when he jacked his 18 year old cock at night. They both left an incredible scent in their panties and it made him rock hard in seconds. Conrad had a thing for panties and this DVD was great because all the women kept their panties on in this film and some of them even used their panties on their partners cock. Every scene ended with a monster cock or cocks spewing a huge load all over or in the women's panties. He hoped his friends liked it as much as he did. 

Mike popped the DVD in and told Conrad to hit play. The screen immediately filled with a sexy silky orange panty covered ass as it shook in front of the camera. The cameraman pulled back to reveal the woman from the cover looking over her shoulder at the camera and sexily shaking her silken ass. She turned to the camera, sat down on the couch behind her and spread her legs as far as they would go showing the camera the large wet spot that was growing on the crotch of her panties. She rubbed her fingers over the spot, teasing more cunt juice into them then abruptly stood up and peeled the orange panties down her shapely legs, dropping them on the couch. She leaned over out of camera range and stood up with the pair of purple panties from the cover dangling from her fingers. She opened them up, stepped into them and pulled them up snuggly into place. She resumed her position on the couch showing her sweet pantied pussy to the viewer. The camera got closer and the boys watched as a wet spot began to grow in those as well.

By this time each of the boys was sporting a rather large hardon in their racing Speedos. Justin looked around and without saying a word lifted his ass off the couch and slid his team sweats down to his ankles, his large bloated cock making a huge tent in his Speedos. He grabbed his bulge and began to fervently massage the lump of cockflesh through his speedos. 

"Come on guys. We're all friends here. This is making me hot and I need to do something about it," he kept rubbing and pulling at his cock which was now fully hard and straining against its nylon bond. He ran his fingers up the large vein on the underside and a large dollop of precum bubbled through his suit.

It took about three seconds for the rest of them to follow Justin's lead. In no time, all five of the boys were sitting around the room stroking their engorged cocks through their matching ice blue team Speedos. Conrad looked around and noticed that all of them were leaking into their Speedos but none more than Tevis who's cock seemed to be twice the size of anybody else's. It stretched the nylon fabric to its limits and threatened to burst through at any moment. The precum from his engorged cock flowed as if he had turned on a faucet and it just kept leaking though the stretched material. All of them groped their bulges with their eyes glued to the TV.

On the screen the woman had been joined by a large black man. He stood in front of her and dangled his giant cock in front of her face. She leaned forward, licked the pearl of precum of the head and swallowed his hardening meat in one gulp. All the boys moaned as she expertly used her throat on the ever expanding cock lodged there. Then she reached over and grabbed the orange pair of panties that she had discarded and began to rub the black man's smooth balls with the silky material. He moaned loudly and pushed his cock even further into her throat. The woman pulled back off the cock and wrapped her dirty orange panties around the swollen shaft and began to pump as she nursed on the precum flowing form the man's cock. 

"God, I wish my girl would do that!" Barry exclaimed who had pulled the front of his Speedos down and was now pumping his swollen shaft. 

"That would be hot as hell," Justin agreed also stroking his now exposed cock. 

Conrad looked around the room and realized that he was the only one who still had his cock stuffed in his Speedo. The other four where pumping their erect cocks, eyes glued to the nasty video where the woman was now kissing and sucking the black cock through the crotch of her dirty panties. Conrad pulled the waist band of his Speedos down under his balls and joined his friends in their feverish stroking.

"Aw, this is too much," Mike said pumping his slick cock, "I wish we had a girl here. Hell I wish your mom was here, Conrad. She's one hot MILF!" 

Conrad thought for a moment and said, "She may not be here but I think I can get the next best thing, if you guys are up to it?" 

The other four looked at each other quizzically as Conrad got up and left the room. He was back in a flash with two baskets from the laundry room. Both were overflowing with Conrad's family's dirty laundry. Laundry day was tomorrow so there was a week's worth of dirty panties in the baskets from his mother and his nineteen year old sister.

Mike knew exactly what Conrad was going to do. He and Conrad had done the same thing a couple of times in the past. Just last week he had sneaked into the bathroom after Conrad's mother had changed from work and abused the white silky pair of panties she had just taken off. They had smelled fantastic when he held them under his nose and he had blown a huge nut all over them. The memory now made his cock purge another large dollop of precum.

Conrad stood in front of the group and looked at them. All of them sat there with their Speedos pulled down under their balls, sporting rock hard, dripping cocks pointing to the ceiling. His was also hard and pointing painfully toward his belly button. He squeezed it and thought it would break, it was that hard. Then Conrad started to dig through the first basket of laundry. 

"Bingo!" he exclaimed as he pulled a bright yellow pair of satin panties form the pile. They belonged to his mother and were exquisite; very shiny with delicate matching lace around the waist and leg openings. He looked in them and saw a beautiful pussy stain on the matching yellow gusset. 

"Who wants these?" Conrad said as he held the crotch up to his nose and inhaled deeply relishing in his mother's muskiness. 

"I do!" Tevis piped up. He held his twelve inch cock in his hand and pointed it at the panties Conrad held. "Give 'em here, man!" he said and waved his cock again. 

Conrad stepped over to him and held the silken treasures out to him. "Here," he said, "smell them first." Tevis went to grab them but Conrad stepped closer and held the dirty gusset right under Tevis's nose. Tevis was at first startled but relaxed when the muskiness hit his aural cavity. Conrad held them tighter to his nose and said, "That's it man take a big sniff of my mom. You like it don't you?" Tevis just moaned, sniffed harder and frothed out more precum.

Then Conrad did something that shocked everybody. He took the yellow panties and draped them over Tevis's monster cock so that the dirty gusset capped his leaking head and then squeezed his cock and milked some more precum out into the crotch of his mother's panties. Tevis shivered at the touch and did not stop him. Conrad pumped a few more times and then told Tevis to take over. "I need to get some for the rest of the fellas, big guy!" 

"Oh God man, that felt great, it was all I could do to keep from loading your mom's panties up!" Tavis said and settled back into a slower rhythm so that he could hold out a little longer. The yellow panties where so soaked with Tevis's precum that the shear material had become almost transparent and clung to his monstrous head. They could all plainly see his piss slit through the panties.

Conrad went back to the baskets and began to dig again. This time when he stood up he had a pair of his sister's panties in each hand. One was a flower patterned silk string bikini and the other was a hot pink nylon brief that she wore under her cheerleading uniform. He sniffed one then the other. The flowered ones smelled of his sister's pussy and her sexy cologne. The pink pair really smelled strong of his sister's pussy. She'd had a pep rally last night and must have been wearing them then. "These belong to Kaley guys. Who's next?" he said holding them out. 

"Me," Barry said and reached for the pink briefs. He took them from Conrad and wrapped them around his pulsating cock. He made sure that his head was buried in the dirty gusset, just like Tevis had done with his pair. "I want the other pair, too." He told Conrad. "I want to sniff on them while I'm filling up her pink ones." 

Conrad went over to Barry and pulled the flowered ones down over his head so that the dirty gusset was right under his nose. This way Barry had both hands free but he could still sniff them.

When Conrad turned back to the baskets, Mike was already digging through them, "Ah ha! Found the ones I want!" he said holding up a pair of his mom's electric blue nylon briefs that Conrad had seen her wearing this morning before he'd gone to practice.  

"She had them on this morning dude." Conrad said. 

"I can tell man, they're still damp." Mike said sniffing the moist gusset that only a few hours ago had been lodged between his best friend's mother's thighs. He settled himself into the love seat and spread his legs making sure the moist crotch was wrapped around his turgid helmet. "Hey Con, toss me those red ones there. I need to smell her too!" 

Conrad did the same thing he had just done for Barry and pulled the pair of his mother's red silk panties over his best friend's nose. Mike took a deep sniff and began to pump his rigid member.

Now it was Justin's turn. Conrad began to dig again and felt something silky in his hands. When he pulled the garment out of the basket, he realized that it was a pair of his father's navy blue Dolce & Gabbana silk briefs. His father was a good looking guy, almost fifty but still built. He worked out regularly and he always wore underwear like this to show off his fit form. 

He was getting ready to put them back when Justin said, "Stop! What are they? They look really soft and silky. I want them." C

Conrad looked at him, "They belong to my dad, dude, you don't want them." 

"Yeah, I do," Justin said his voice thick with lust, they look hot and your dad's a pretty hot fucker himself. I want to use his briefs." Conrad shrugged and took the silken briefs to Justin who grabbed them from him and buried his nose in the stretched out pouch that had held his father's impressive manhood and inhaled deeply. "God, I can smell your dad's cock all over these. There are some pretty big stains on the front. He must've leaked into them." He said, taking another long hard pull of them. "See if there's another pair in there I can blow into." 

Conrad dug around again and came up empty handed. "That's the only pair here. He must have done his own laundry earlier. Those must be from this morning. I'm sure he had them on at the gym. Working out gets him all pumped up that's why they got those dick stains in them. Sorry dude." 

Justin looked right at Conrad and said "Can I use your Speedos to get off in, then? I mean, your just as hot as the rest of your family and having you sitting right here as I pop in those trunks you're wearing will make me cum HARD! Please dude. I need them now. I'm gonna blow at any minute!"

Conrad thought for a minute and decided, why not? He and Mike messed around a couple of times and helping a buddy in time of need was never considered gay. And by looking around the room with four steel hard dicks dripping in his family's dirty underwear, he didn't think the rest of them would mind. Besides, he kept glancing at Tevis' giant cock stretching his mother's panties, thinking that as soon as he had his own pair of his mother's panties around his dick, he was gonna give him hand. Tevis was leaking so much juice that his mother's panties were absolutely soaked. He needed to be a part of Tevis' volcanic nut bust that seemed to be not too far away.

Conrad looked right at Justin, hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his Speedos and slowly slipped them down his legs. When he had them off he held the crotch open and wiped the healthy amount of precum drooling form his cock on it. Then, he stepped over to Justin and slowly wrapped his still warm, sticky Speedos over Justin's pulsating cock.

When Justin felt the slick material of Conrad's Speedo around his cock he took a deep inhale of his father's dirty briefs and immediately grabbed his cock and began pumping furiously into them. Justin relished in the feeling of Conrad's and his precum mixing together in the warm Speedo and it made him pump even harder.

Conrad made sure everybody had something to blow into and went back to the basket to find something for himself. He knew which pair of his mother's panties he was going to spill into. He had seen them when he had first brought the baskets in. He had saved them for himself, not even showing them to the others until now. He reached in and brought out a pair of whisper thin lavender Vanity Fair panties that were completely and utterly saturated with his mother's and his father's juices. She must have left them on the other night when they were having sex and it looked like his father had blown a huge load all over them. He quickly wrapped them around his cock and could not wait to add his mess to the already filthy panties. 

Conrad needed to sit down and cum. He placed himself between Tevis, who now was beating his monster cock so fast that his fist was all but a blur, and Barry who had his eyes closed sniffing his sister's panties while also beating wildly into the other pair that belonged to her. 

Conrad began to beat his meat furiously and with his unoccupied hand reached out and cupped Tevis' large tight goose egg sized balls and began to lightly stroke them helping his friend let go of the huge nut he knew waited to be spilled into his mother's panties.

Tevis who's eyes were on the TV told the other guys to look and they all watched as the black guy pulled his cock from the MILF's pussy and unloaded a very large messy nut all over the woman's purple panties. He shot six or seven thick ropes of cum that completely covered the woman's crotch. She in turn began to rub the sticky mess into her panties and it made them transparent to the point that the boys could see her pussy hair through them.

Tevis let out a shout, "Dudes that did it! I'm gonna blow!" And with that he pulled down on his cock stretching the yellow panties tight around his swollen cock and held completely still for a few seconds squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he did so. 

Conrad who was still playing with Tevis' balls squeezed them gently and felt them tuck up ready to release the pent up load. Tevis shook his cock once, let out a big breath of air and came into Conrad's mom's panties. The other four watched as a giant load of cum burbled through the sopping material and sat propped for a moment on the head of his cock like a marshmallow. The second surge made the first large dollop even bigger and it began to slide down his shaft covering it in fresh semen. Tevis began to pump again and the rest of his gigantic load spilled into the now destroyed panties. 

Without thinking, Conrad leaned over and popped the still gushing head into his mouth. He could taste his mother and Tevis and it filled him with unstoppable lust. He sucked hard and made sure Tevis had finished cumming before sitting up. The others were looking at him but none had stopped their furious stroking.

Barry cried out "Me next!" Took a big sniff of the panties wrapped around his face and began to shoot into Conrad's sister's panties. Barry's cum was so strong and hefty that it shot out of the sides of Kaley's panties and hit Conrad on the thigh. Conrad leaned over to Barry and placed his shooting cock into his mouth and proceeded to let him empty his nut into his sucking mouth. He again could taste both his sister and Barry and it drove him even closer to his own oncoming nut. 

When Barry had finished pumping his load into Kaley's panties and Conrad's mouth and Conrad had swallowed what he could, Conrad sat up and through cum smeared lips announced that he too was cumming. 

Tevis and Barry each reached out and cupped Conrad's spasming nuts and teased and tickled them while he grunted and unload what seemed to be the biggest load he had ever shot. He gritted his teeth at the intense pleasure of releasing his load into panties that contained both his mother's and father's essence. He kept cumming and now the panties were totally soaked and dripping. 

Barry looked over at Tevis and said, "what the hell," as he leaned over and swiped his tongue over Conrad's dripping pole. In no time Tevis was next to him also licking the dripping mess forced out through the panties wrapping Conrad's softening tool. 

"Not as bad as I thought." Said Tevis as he sat up and licked a large dollop of Conrad's nut off his big sensuous lips. 

Barry sat up licking his own lips, "Wow that was something. I could taste your mom's pussy too, man! It was awesome!"




Panties After Practice!



Justin had just watched his friends unload their nuts into all that dirty lingerie and it was too much for him. The smell of Conrad's dad's briefs and the feel of Conrad's worn Speedos and the nasty cum eating display that had just happened before his eyes pushed him over the top. 

He looked into Conrad's eyes and said, "Dude, I'm gonna blow in your Speedo, I'm gonna blow in your Speedo!" And without taking his eyes off Conrad's and taking one last huge sniff of his father's silky dirty briefs he fired shot after shot of thick viscous cum into the Speedo that Conrad had taken off only minutes ago.

Justin's load was so large that it spilled every where, soaking Conrad's Speedo and filling it to overflowing. Tevis, Conrad and Barry knelt down in front of Justin and the three of them shared some of the nectar that had erupted from Justin's bloated balls and pushed through the silken nylon of Conrad's Speedo.

Mike could take it no longer and stood up, went over to where the other four were still languishing in Justin's cum, stepped past his three friends huddled between Justin's splayed legs and stuffed the head of his panty covered cock into Justin's open mouth. With one final stroke he came hard into Conrad's mom's panties filling Justin's mouth with his hot seed. Justin swallowed as much as he could but the never ending flow of semen was too much and it began to spill down his cheeks. When Mike was done he shook his still dripping cock a few times to get every drop into Justin's mouth and then stood back trying to catch his breath. Then he leaned over and licked a long strand of cum off of Tevis' face. He liked the taste so much that he licked a glob from each of the other boy's faces as well. 

The five boys where totally wiped. None of them could ever remember cumming so hard. Each of them in turn handed Conrad back the now soaking wet dirty panties each had used as a cumrag. 

When Tevis handed over his mother's yellow panties they felt like they weighed ten pounds. "Tevis gets the prize for biggest load," he told the others running the wet crotch under his nose savoring the combined fragrance of Tevis and his mother. "These babies are LOADED!" 

He also took the time to savor the scent of the panties Mark and Barry had loaded as well. When Justin handed him his fathers silk briefs, Conrad sniffed them also. Not bad he thought. He'd have to remember that so in the future if he was low on his mother's and sister's panties or just needed a new smell to help get him off he could use his dad's worn underwear too.

As he was dropping the briefs in the basket, Justin held out his now loaded Speedo and asked, "What do you want me to do with these?"

Conrad thought about it for a moment and then asked, "Who wants to take a dip in the pool? Cool down, wash all this jizz off," he said as he absently rubbed a large glob of someone's cum from his shoulder. 

They all agreed instantly. Then Conrad grabbed his sticky abused Speedo from Justin's hand, held them open and stepped back into them, pulling them up his legs until he was completely tucked back into them. He adjusted his junk, moving his now flaccid cock around in the pool of cum Justin had left there, as the other boys stared at him open mouthed. 

"What," he said, "it'll all come out in the pool. Feels kinda hot too! You had a pretty big load there, Justin. You messed my Speedo up!" he finished by squeezing his slick cum covered bulge.

On the TV a new MILF was having her panties painted with cum by two hefty cocks. He grabbed the remote turned off the DVD and the TV, told his friends that they could finish it at a later time and headed for the patio door. As the other four boys were pulling their Speedos back up over their sated cocks, he opened it and ran for the pool shouting, "First one in gets to wear my mom's panties next time!" And the four others ran after him trying to be the first in the pool.



Panties & Lingerie Do Make the Man



Another month passed since Steve got his promotion and we had any time away from the kids. That previous night alone was another memorable one in which I bought him a nice black pair of thigh highs and a black lacy garter belt that matched his black satin bikini panties. He was so aroused he came in his panties as I rubbed his crotch on the drive home from dinner. The rest of the night was memorable as well because Steve had described different panties and pieces of lingerie that he had fantasized about wearing for me in the bedroom. It was now Thursday afternoon and we were getting on a flight to Las Vegas for another weekend conference. He would be tied up in meetings tonight and Friday night, but he would be free on Saturday and our flight didn't leave until 3 pm on Sunday so that would give me plenty of time to plan something fun and do some shopping for the two of us. 

Our flight arrived around 5 and we checked into the Bellagio. Our room was huge and very ornately decorated with a lot of marble and gold accents. There was also a mirror that extended almost the entire length the bed and I was looking forward to putting it to use. That night I fell asleep before Steve returned from the welcome dinner and it was a great nights sleep. I woke up around 4 am and rolled over in bed and Steve was there with a t-shirt and his hot pink thong on asleep soundly. 

The next morning Steve woke up before me so he could get to his meeting on time. I saw him rummaging around in his underwear drawer. He looked through the panties that I had packed for him and he settled on a string bikini with double strings on the sides, lacy edges around the waist and legs and stripes with all of the colors of the rainbow on it. He pulled them out the drawer and I could see him feeling the soft fabric and could tell he was thinking about how they would feel when he slid them up his legs and over his cock.

When he returned to the bedroom after showering and getting dressed I was sitting up in the bed drinking my morning cup of coffee. 

"Take off your pants and let me see what you are wearing under them today," I told him.

Steve did as he asked and dropped his pants around his ankles. 

"Ohh, nice choice for a day of meetings. Looks like they are going to keep you hard all day," I said as he turned around to show me the back of his panties. I ran my fingers over his cheeks and carefully pulled the material into the crack of his ass. His hands moved behind him and he pulled the panties out of his ass crack and slapped my hands. I could see his cock growing as I toyed with his cock and balls from the side. 

"You sure do look cute in your panties. I can't wait to get hold of you tomorrow night. I am going shopping today for something special for you to wear and then I am going to go and do some toy shopping for the both of us," I told him.

I patted him on the back of his ass and gave his cock a final little squeeze. "You better get dressed, I don't want you to be late for your meetings." 

I could tell that Steve wanted to make love to me, but there was no time so he got dressed and headed down to the banquet hall. I on the other hand, went downstairs and had a wonderful breakfast and headed out to do some shopping. I spent the better part of the morning looking for clothes for myself. There were plenty of specialty shops that kept me occupied for the better part of the morning and early afternoon. I shopped the sale racks and I was pleased with the clothes that I had found. It was then that I came across a high-end lingerie store with lines of lingerie that I had never heard of before. 

I perused the racks and was amazed that there were panties the sold for over $400 and bras for slightly more. I spent my time looking at all of the different lines of lingerie and eventually made my way to the back of the store. It was there that I spotted a beautiful black sheer baby doll and matching panties. In fact there were three pairs of panties, a thong, a tanga and a bikini, both of which I could see through when I inspected them closely. It was marked down over 85% and was only $50 now, down from $450. How could I say no to such a good deal. It was a size large and I found a size small, but no mediums, so I purchased the large and in doing so, Steve had his new pajamas for Saturday night after a night of hot sex. I bought him a couple pairs of panties and a garter belt that were similarly marked down and a very sexy full length slip for myself. 

I grabbed a taxi to get back to the casino since it was getting late and I didn't want to venture into the seedier side of Vegas alone too late at night. After dropping off my new purchases I headed back to the lobby and grabbed another taxi to get to the outskirts of town where all of the strip clubs were located. I walked around for a bit and found a large "Sex Emporium" that looked like it catered to the higher end client. 

It was huge when I walked inside. The bottom floor was nothing but DVDs and VHS movies. There was every category imaginable and I planned on coming back down and looking at the titles when I found what I came for. The second floor was all lingerie and costumes; again I think that every fantasy outfit was there. The third floor was divided into magazines and finally, sex toys. I looked through hundreds of dildos in every shape, color and size At the end of the isle were strap on dildos again, a huge selection. I moved to the next row and found my first purchase, it was a 4 pack of matching anal probes in graduated sizes. The idea was to start with the smaller one and gradually work the larger sizes in to heighten your sexual experience. These were going to be for me, in order to help get myself ready for my first anal sex. I had always wanted to feel Steve's cock in my ass, but always worried it would hurt too bad, but I seemed to want it more and more each time I saw just how much he enjoyed it when I put anything in his ass to enhance his orgasm. I also know how good it felt when I had my last orgasm with his finger in my ass and it was incredible. I also grabbed an anal probe, which was essentially a jelly dildo with a small jelly handle that would let you fuck your partner from behind. This was going to be for me to use on Steve because it would give me a little better handle to try to find his prostate. 

I was starting to get excited and could tell that my heart was racing a little and my pussy was starting to tingle. With my picks in hand I was heading back downstairs when I walked past the strap on dildos again and one in particular caught my eye. I knew that Steve was not ready for one yet, but I knew he would eventually let me take him from behind, just like I was hoping he would do to me tonight. Anyhow, this particular strap on looked pretty sturdy and had a 6" jelly dildo that was curved at the tip and said it was made to help massage the prostate. I added it to my basket and almost made it to the stairs when I made one last pit stop and grabbed a nice size dildo that looked like it would feel great buried deep inside of me. I skipped the second floor since I had already grabbed $200 worth of toys. 

I did however look at all of the videos and picked out a light femdom DVD in which a slutty little blond was taking control of her boyfriend because she had caught him masturbating several times despite her objections. It looked cheesy, but what the hell, it could be funny and maybe give some ideas for future endeavors. 

I also spotted an instructional DVD on training your husband in strap on sex!! That purchase was a no brainer and I walked out of the store $270 poorer than when I walked in, but it would be worth every penny.

That night I went to bed alone again and I was very tempted to try out my new dildo, but resisted the urge because I knew that I would enjoy Steve more when I finally got him into bed. 

Saturday came fast enough and I woke up and let Steve sleep in a little. I woke him up in time to shower and get dressed before the breakfast buffet closed. This time I picked out his clothes and it was warm enough that I decided on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. I looked through my bags from yesterday and grabbed a nice pair of panties that had had a silky smooth front and a pure lace back with a flower pattern throughout it. 

Steve stepped out of the shower and toweled off and I walked into the bathroom with the panties dangling on my finger. I could see him eying the panties in the mirror and his cock began to stand at attention. 

"Are you ready for a day of fun honey? Why don't you bend over the counter and let me put your new panties on you," I asked.

He did as he was instructed and placed his elbows on the marble countertop and watched me in the mirror. I held the panties and he lifted each leg and stepped into them.

"I can't wait to get these off of you tonight, are you ready for what I have planned?" I asked. 

"Sweetie, I am ready for what ever you want if you can make me feel this way tonight," he responded. 

I pulled the bright orange panties over his cock and a nice size tent was created by his hard-on. I grabbed the lotion off of the counter and put some in my hand. I made sure there was a generous amount on my finger and I pulled the back of his panties to the side quickly and slipped it in his ass before he could really react. He jumped and almost hit his head on the mirror, but I worked my finger in deeper until I felt his prostate gland and rubbed it for about 10 seconds. He was as on his toes with his eyes closed and head resting on the mirror. 

"Maybe if you are a good little Pantyboy I will treat you to a great orgasm tonight. Just like the ones that you have been giving me recently, ever since I discovered your love of panties and lingerie," I said with a smile.

With that I pulled my finger out of his tight hole and washed my hands. I pulled his panties so they were covering his ass and left the bathroom with him still on his toes enjoying the sensation he had just experienced. 

That afternoon we walked the entire strip and took in all that downtown Vegas had to offer. We were handed many cards for call girls and strippers as we made our way through town, and by the time we returned to the Bellagio, I had a handful of about 30 of them. 

We had made dinner reservations at one of the two, five star restaurants in the Bellagio. We once again showered and I got out before Steve, which gave me time to get dressed before him. I quickly put on the sexy black outfit that Steve bought me last month and hugged every curve in my body. I put on a pair of crotchless panties and then attached the garters and stockings to complete the ensemble. DAMN did I look like a sexy dominating bitch, I just hoped that I didn't get so wet the crotchless panties would become a problem before we returned to our room. I put my dress on over my lingerie and again picked out Steve's clothes. He really enjoys it when I take the time to pick out his clothes and especially his panties for him. It lets him know that I am thinking about him too and that I am a part of his fantasy. Tonight it would be a coat and tie with his new floral garter belt, panties and stockings that I had bought. I laid them on the bed and went into the front room to give him time to get dressed without me watching. 

I could hear him in the bedroom and then the door opened. "Honey, if I put this on I may have to come out there and fuck your brains out right now."

"I guess that means that you like them. You should because they are probably worth more than everything else you will be wearing," I said half jokingly. 

His popped out into the front room wearing his button down shirt and tie and I could see the stockings being held in place by the bottoms of the garters. The shirt was covering his package, but I knew that it was hard. "Holy shit, how much did you spend on this?" 

"Don't worry I didn't say that I spent that much, but I could have. Only the best will do for my little Pantyboy. I want to spoil you just like you like to spoil me." 

He smiled and looked relieved as he stepped back in the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

On the way to dinner I toyed with his garters in the elevator and it kept him aroused. A nice older couple got on the elevator about half way down and I moved next to Steve, but still toyed with his straps in the back and tugged at his thong. It made me giggle to see him so nervous, but when my hand brushed his cock it showed no signs of letting down. 

We sat next to each other at dinner and I continued to tug at his garters again and again to keep him aroused. I would let my hand brush his cock and it was always hard. After we finished our salads and the couple glasses of wine I had began to take effect, I gave a final tug on one of his garters and then let one of my hands make its way down beneath my dress. I arranged my crotchless panties properly and ran my finger up the outside of my slit a couple of times to make my lips wet and shiny. I then opened my legs slightly and lifted my dress just enough for him so see my swollen and wet pussy encased by my crotchless panties. I put my finger in my mouth and then moved it down between my legs and then buried it deep in my pussy giving him a nice private viewing. I pulled my now wet finger out of my pussy and closed my legs. All my teasing made dinner go by very quickly for the both of us. And despite the fact that we were eating a very nice dinner, we were back in our room within 2 hours. 

I pointed to the bedroom, "Get in there and strip down to your new "outfit" so that I can see how nice it looks on you. I want to see if the bulge in the front of your panties is as big as it was last time you wore a garter belt."

"Oh, I don't think that is going to be a problem honey, I am ready to bury myself in your pussy right now, head first," he told me with a serious look on his face.

"Good, I'm glad to see that they still have that effect on you my Pantyboy. So go get undressed and I am going to freshen up a bit because you are getting ready to eat my pussy!" He disappeared into the bedroom and I got undressed and stepped in the shower. I took my time cleaning and shaving my pussy and when I was done I was already getting a little wet with anticipation. I put on my panties first, a red satin thong with black lace around the waist, and then I applied my pasties with tassels that I had bought earlier in the day. The made me feel very erotic as they covered my hard nipples and I could feel the tassels brushing the bottom of my breasts. I put on a large terry cloth bathrobe and walked into the bedroom. Steve was lying on the bed wearing only his panties, garter and stockings like I had told him to.

"Good boy, I have to say, you looked good the last time you wore garters, but this one takes it hands down. I see that your cock feels the same way and that makes me happy. Why don't you go over to the chair and have a seat for me."

He stood up and walked over to the chair. I watched his ass as he moved and he really did fill out his panties nicely. The thong held his balls perfectly and this tip of his cock was just covered by the silky fabric. His stockings gave his legs a nice curvy look and the garter was just the perfect touch holding them in place. 

"Pull the chair over to the middle of the room and have a seat," I instructed.

He sat down and I took off the tie from my bathrobe and secured his arms to the chair by his side. "You are in Vegas and right now you are only allowed to look at the girls, not touch them, so this will help you remember that," I told him as I finished tying the final knot. 

I dimmed the lights and dropped my bathrobe on the floor in front of him. There I was standing in my panties and tassels. "You like what you see?"

"Oh YES, those look so hot on your breasts, why don't you come hop on me since I am stuck here, helpless, and at your mercy."

"Not yet Pantyboy, I am going to give you a little show as payment for what you will be doing for me shortly." I walked over to the radio and found a nice jazz station and then I began my tease. I started with a little dancing and then got a little closer and more personal. I rubbed my tits in his face and then lowered my mouth to his crotch. I pulled his panties down using my mouth and they were resting around his ankles, leaving him in his floral garters and stockings. 

"God, your sexy" he murmured.

"Just for you" I answered. I began to feel his hard and erect cock. The chair was facing the long mirror next to the bed, so he could see my panties and ass kneeling down between his legs, as I begin taking his length into my mouth. He is already hard as a rock, but I know that he loves me teasing his cock with my tongue. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, while my other hand gently tickled his balls. I try to pay attention to the head of his cock, licking and sucking it, but he loves it when I take as much of him into my mouth as I can handle. Without looking, I know that Steve is looking down and watching his cock enter my mouth and then looking in the mirror at my firm ass, perfectly framed by my satin and lace panties.

I want to give my little Pantyboy a good show since I know that he is watching me in the mirror. I decide to take my free hand and slide it down between my legs and I begin rubbing my pussy through my panties. I glance back in the mirror and watch my fingers work deeper and deeper into my pussy through my panties. A large damp spot is very obvious as I move my hand from the outside of my panties and slip it down the front of my panties to my waiting pussy. I slide two fingers inside of myself and let out a moan as I work their full length inside of myself. Steve is still transfixed on the image in the mirror.

"I want to fuck you now," he panted as he got closer to having his orgasm.

"Not quite yet Pantyboy, you may be ready, but now I need you to get me ready and I think you know what that means." I untied his arms had him pull the ottoman up flush with the chair. The chair was at the perfect angle with the mirror so that we could both watch ourselves fucking when the time was right. I had him sit down in the chair and I moved on the chair above him, I was standing, straddling his chest. I looked back in the mirror and I could clearly that the crotch of my panties was now completely soaked through. I lowered my panty covered pussy down to his mouth and immediately felt his tongue begin moving over my slit. I was so wet that my panties were sliding over the outside of my pussy and he was having a hard time getting the fabric pushed inside of me with his tongue.

I took both hands and placed them on the back of his head and pulled his mouth forcefully into my crotch. His tongue worked my panties inside of me deeper and deeper which in turn, pulled the lacy back of my panties into the crack of my ass. I began to feel my orgasm form deep inside of me and I couldn't help but to grind my pussy over his outstretched tongue. I began moving my hips back and forth which ran his tongue from my clitoris, over the entire length of my wet slit and over the lacey fabric which was now a thin strip covering my asshole. I was getting so close to having an orgasm that I had to stop and regroup.

"God that tongue of yours feels good tonight," I said as I stood up, and them pulled his panties back up his legs and over the tip of his penis. I then turned 180 degrees and I was now on my hands a knees facing the mirror and my still panty covered pussy was only inches from his face. I ran my hands up and down his smooth legs that were still encased in his sexy thigh high stockings. I began stroking him through his panties and he began to move his hips with me. I lowered by pussy to his crotch and I could feel the satin of our panties come in contact with one another. Even though I had soaked through mine, the feeling was still incredible. I must have kept it going for a good 10 minutes it felt so good. I would glance up and see that Steve was staring at my pussy and he seemed to enjoy the show that was in front of him. 




Panties & Lingerie Do Make the Man



Without any warning, he pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger into my very wet pussy. "It feels so tight" he said. He slid in another finger and began to finger fuck me. He was very aggressive and my tassels were bouncing all over the place and I knew he was enjoying himself as he slid a third finger into my pussy.

I slid my panties to the side and lowered myself onto his still hard as a rock cock. His panties were still on so I reached down and slid them to the side so that his cock was sticking out the side. I am so wet by this point that he slid in completely before I knew it. I immediately began bouncing up and down on his cock. Right then he was controlling me completely, dictating the rhythm with which we fucking. We both had a good view of the mirror, we both watched as his cock disappears into my little pussy. My tassels were bouncing all over the place and he reached around the front of me and grabbed my tits.

"I'm going to cum" I breathe in his ear. He starts thrusting me down even harder onto his cock as my muscles contract and I breath faster and faster. He pulled me off of his cock and stood up on the floor, pushing me over on my hands and knees. He began fucking me again doggie style and I could tell that he was wetting his fingers in my secretions. I knew what was coming next. I looked ahead to watch in the mirror, my tassels again bouncing all over the place, as he sticks a finger in my pussy alongside his cock. He then removed it from my pussy and gently slid it into my ass. He wet another finger then slid it up my ass. I look back at the mirror to see him fucking me in his garter and stockings fucking me from behind. "Oh God, yes" I moan.

I couldn't control myself and my orgasm began soft at first and then very forcefully when I felt the muscles in my ass start contracting around his fingers. It was only seconds later that I felt him slip his fingers out of my stretched ass he grabbed both cheeks and began fucking my harder and harder until I felt him begin exploding in my already soaked pussy. He pulled out midway through his orgasm and began stroking his cock and I could feel his warm cum landing on my back and still panty covered ass.

I collapsed on the chair and Steve lay next to me, we were both completely spent. Steve then got up and filled up the hot tub. We both relaxed in the hot water for over an hour and it was the perfect end to a great bout of sex, well almost. I didn't get to use any of the toys that I had bought, but there would be plenty of time for them later. I crawled out of the tub and went to my shopping bags and pulled out the babydoll that I had bought earlier today and walked back into the bathroom, where Steve was just toweling off. 

"I have one last present for you tonight," I told him as I held his present behind my back, out of his sight. "Once again I am spoiling you. I saw these and I thought that you would enjoy wearing them to bed tonight after a night of good sex." I handed him the sheer black panties. "Here. These are called tanga panties, baby. It's a little wider than a thong, but narrower than your usual bikini panties or boy shorts. You'll look great in it. Go ahead and put them on."

"Sweetie, you really do spoil me and I know that I am very lucky to find a woman who goes out of her way like you do to fulfill my kinky fetish like you do," he said as he took the panties from my hand. He bent over and slid them up his legs and over his cock. You could see his cock through the fabric and it looked like they were actually very comfortable for him.

"Looks like they will fit just fine, now lets see if this fits," I told him as I pulled the top to his new babydoll from behind my back. He looked a little surprised, but interested for sure. "This is the rest of what you will be sleeping in tonight, now put your arms up and lets see how it fits." 

He didn't protest and he lifted his arms above his head and he leaned forward to help me since I am much shorter than he is. His arms slid into the spaghetti straps and the sheer fabric slid down his body until the flimsy fabric found where it belonged. "Perfect fit, if I do say so myself. Now my little Pantyboy, time to hit the sack," I told him as I walked around him to see him from every angle. I could see his bulge growing in his panties again, this time slightly lifting up the front of his new babydoll. "No more sex for you tonight, this is for you to sleep in tonight, not get laid again, so don't even think about it. You will be happy to hear that it also came with a matching thong and regular bikini panties, maybe next time I will dress you up in it and you will get lucky, but not tonight."

Steve looked in the mirror and admired his new outfit. It was by far the most feminine article of clothing that I had bought for him and he was enjoying it. That night I once again lay in bed thinking about how happy Steve was and how much I loved him. I was still amazed at easy it was keeping him happy by dressing him in panties and lingerie. I reflected back on how simple and mundane our love life was before I bought him his first pair of panties and now I was enjoying shopping for sex toys and fucked from behind with his fingers in my ass of all places. I knew that it would be at least another month before we had time alone again without the kids and I already knew what I wanted to do next time and it involved a couple of the toys that I had purchased and a little bit of cutting and sewing to get things ready for another great weekend.



Panties and My Wedding Day



I have always had a fascination with panties that I could never really explain. Even when I was a young girl and didn't understand what sex or masturbation was, I knew that I enjoyed trying on other girls and women's panties. There was just something about the feel of having on panties that didn't belong to me that gave me butterflies and a feeling that I was being a little naughty. Too this day I still remember the first time I tried on a pair of panties that didn't belong to me and what I felt like as I slid them up my legs and onto my privates. They belonged to my older sister and I could feel her wetness as they touched my skin. I now know that it was a head rush and I actually started to get a little bit wet from the feeling.

As I have gotten older and learned about sex and my own sexuality I have come to realize that I am a pervert and that I enjoy being this way. Not you have to understand that I have no desire to have sex with the woman who's panties I try on, In fact it is just the opposite. For me it is a complete turn off to even think about sex with a woman. The closest I come to something like that is sneaking a peek from time to time at a woman in her panties and wondering what they would feel like if she took them off just so I could try them on. And I have on more than one occasion gotten very wet just thinking about it when I was in a locker room with other women.

I even tried once to have sex with my roommate in college just to see what it might be like, and so that I could try on her wet panties knowing that I was the reason that they were wet. She was bi and I had often listened when she thought I was asleep while she had sex with one girl or another that she had brought back to our dorm room to play with. I would always play with myself while they had their fun fantasizing about what each girl's panties would feel like at that moment if I tried them on. Of course it didn't work out for me but I did at least get a pair of her panties to keep as a consolation because she knew about my little secret.

Even now that I have graduated from college, gotten married and have had two beautiful daughters and a husband that loves me very much I still have the same feelings that I have always had. The difference is that my husband enjoys my addiction as much as I do, and we share it all the time. The difference now is that instead of only being able to enjoy it from time to time I now indulge myself on a regular basis. And as a result my sex life is better than a lot of women I know could ever imagine. Most of my girlfriends know about me and are perfectly willing to lend a hand whenever I ask them to, which, needless to say is almost daily for one or another of them.

My husband and I have also discovered that we both like the idea of seeing the other with someone else knowing full well who that person is spending the rest of their lives with. For me the best is watching him with one of my girlfriends as they enjoy themselves with her still wearing her panties until they are very wet and them her putting them on me herself after they are done and her watching as my husband gives me a good workout in her panties. Of course we discovered our shared kink while we were still dating and I suggested that we try it just to see what it was like.

The one that I enjoyed the most, and the one that I intend to tell you the reader about is actually our wedding day. For sure it was the one that I will remember for the rest of my life, and I masturbate regularly while I thing about it.

I was always closer to my older sister than I was to my three younger siblings so even though there was five years between us we always did things together. She is the one who taught me about sex and sexuality, as well as masturbation. And, of course she has known for a number of years about my hobby. Which she supported by slipping me either a pair of her worn panties, or a pair that she had borrowed from one of her girlfriends.

By the time I got married I had already shared my husband with her several times while her husband was out of town on business trips. So it was no surprise to her when I asked her to be my matron of honor. The difference between the two of us is that at that time I was only able to have sex with one man at a time without feeling like a complete whore and losing all confidence in myself and my own sexuality. While she on the other hand, was never satisfied with less than three or four lovers at any one time.

When the joyous finally day came, I woke early as planned so that I had plenty of time to do all the things that were needed to get myself and the other girls in the wedding party ready for the afternoon. My sister and I had already laid the plans for the day and made sure that there was going to be plenty of time for the wedding present that she was giving to the newly weds. She had decided that she was going to fuck my future husband in the brides room with me watching and her wearing the panties that I was to wear down the isle. But, she had added a little bonus in that she put them on the morning before the wedding and had spent a good portion of the day with several different men between her legs making sure that my panties were well broken in and ready to keep me wet until the end of the reception. Which wasn't too hard, considering the fact that she had been doing this sort of thing for me for several years. She even planned to have sex with her husband just before she left the house that morning to make sure that they were still wet with man juice when she pulled them off and put them on me as she was getting me dressed.

When we finally arrived at the church to start getting dressed the brides room was a mad house. With eight women trying to share one room to get dressed in formals and the matching lingerie which I had picked out for each girl I soon realized that I should have opted for the larger room that had originally been offered to me by the preacher's wife for us all to get ready in. it was tight at first but as each of the girls finished getting ready she would leave the room to allow the rest of us more room. I had already planned for my sister and I to be the last to get ready so that we could put our plan into action without anyone being any the wiser.

As soon as everyone else had left the room we began to undress so we could put on our lingerie and dresses ourselves. As soon as my sister slid off her too tight and too short mini-skirt I could see the wet spot that had been left by her husband on the front of the panties that I was to wear and the panties that I was wearing were immediately soaked to say the least. We both decided to take the time to masturbate knowing what was to come. When we were both completely ready she slipped out of the room and went to get the groom, which after all was the whole reason for her to wear my panties for as long as she did before the ceremony.

When they returned she immediately bent herself over the table that was in the center of the room and I pulled the back of her dress above her hips so that my future husband would have a full view of her backside and my panties. He immediately realized what was going on and stepped up to do his part. As a dutiful bride I unzipped his tuxedo pants and pulled out his beautiful cock, knowing that this was my wedding day and I was about to guide my grooms cock into another woman.

I slipped him into my mouth to finish getting him hard and to get him wet enough for him to slide completely into my sisters waiting pussy with just one push. Big sis didn't realize that something like this was coming and wasn't ready for what was coming when I pulled my panties to the side and opened her lips to guide my stud's hard-on into her waiting hole. But, he knew exactly what I expected him to do when I looked into his eyes and smiled the evil smile that he was accustom to seeing when I was being naughty. I guided the head of his cock to my sisters opening and then pulled my hands away so that it would not get in they would not get in the way of his first thrust.

As he took hold of her hips to ensure he could keep her from moving if she realized what he was going to do he looked down at me and smiled and then slammed himself into her as he always did with me when he had me bent over on all fours. When he slammed his cock into my sister I knew he had hit bottom because of the way she reacted when his hips met her shapely ass. It didn't take long for them to get into a rhythm after she had recovered from the initial shock of being taken so completely so quickly. As soon as I was sure that they were going good I stood up and whispered into his ear that I was wearing the panties that she would be wearing when we walked down the isle and she was wearing mine. And, that I was going to let him watch me play with myself to make sure that when she put them on they would be nice and wet for her.

With that realization he doubled his efforts to make sure that she had a good hard orgasm so that my panties would be plenty wet as well. He wanted to make sure that plenty of both their juices were soaked up by my panties before I got the chance to put them on. I had placed a chair opposite the table my sister was by this time pinned to so that I could be sure that both of them could see me as I brought myself to orgasm while watching them. As I watched my big sister be taken by my soon to be husband I watched both their eyes so that I could at least try to time my orgasm with theirs. Which didn't really work that well because by the time I sat down to take care of myself I was already so close to exploding that it only took a few minutes for me to explode into what was to be the first of many really wet and mind blowing orgasms.

We all knew that we didn't have to worry about my sister getting pregnant because she had found out a couple of years after she got married that she couldn't have kids due to female problems when she was in high school. As she was being pounded from behind she began to beg for my stud to give her his man juice. With each push she would repeat the request and with each push they would get closer to that time. As I continued to play with myself after my own orgasm I could hear the sounds of their activity and it made me work even harder for a second orgasm which I knew I was perfectly capable of since it took at least two times of me getting off to me to be satisfied enough to begin to worry about my lovers needs.

When I finally saw the orgasmic look on my studs face and the look of complete satisfaction on my sister's face I knew that it was time of phase two of our plan. My husband to be pulled out of my sister and began to put himself away while my sister stood up and headed over to where I was sitting. When she was standing in front of me she pulled the front of her dress up so that I could watch as she rubbed her freshly taken pussy to make sure that there was a good amount of my husbands seed in the crotch of my panties before she put them on me. At that point my groom knew it was time for him to go because he would not be allowed to watch as my sister pulled my panties onto my waiting pussy and for me to put her panties on her. Because up to that point I had never allowed him to watch because I wasn't ready for him to know just how much I truly enjoyed that one simple act and it was one of the few things that was still completely for my own enjoyment.

After the door to the room was closed she knelt in front of me and slid her hands up my thighs to the waist band of her panties so that she could slowly pull them off of me. This was a ritual which we had repeated many times in many different places as she prepared me for what ever pair of panties she had for me to wear. As she slid her panties off my hips I lifted myself off the chair enough that she could pull them off my but and down my thighs. She got a full view of my still wet and sticky pussy and she smiled knowing that she had played a big part in getting me that way.

As soon as she had slipped my feet out of her panties she stood once again in front of me and began to slide my panties off her own hips. The anticipation was maddening for me as I knew what was to come. When she stepped out of my panties she reached out and took my hands to pull me up from the chair so that she could put the panties on me and bring us that much closer to the time when we would stand in front of over five hundred people knowing full we were both wearing panties that were so wet that if either of us sat down any time soon we would leave a very evident wet spot on the backs of our dresses.

She knelt again in front of me and held the panties out for me to step into. As soon as both of my stocking covered feet were in she began to pull them up my legs and into place covering my wet and well shaved pussy. When I felt the wetness in my pretty white panties for the first time I nearly exploded for a third time just knowing what they had already been put through and what they were soon to go through. Then it was my turn to do the same for my sister, which I must say was even more exciting for me since I knew that this would be the first time for her to wear a pair of panties that only I had worn and prepared just for her on this most special of days. Big sis was fond of shaving herself as well but she always left a patch above in the shape of an upside down triangle to remind her of her womanhood or so she said.

When her panties finally touched her bare lips I could see the look of ecstasy in her eyes and I knew that I had her hooked on wearing panties that I had soaked special for her. When I finally got her panties settled into place I let her skirt fall into place and we embraced for the first time after this most special of bonds between us had been formed.

She still had her arms around me when mom came through the door to make sure that we were both ready and to give her customary approval of what we were wearing. It is probably a good thing that she stopped wanting to see what was underneath our outfits when each of us had graduated from high school. She probably figured that she had raised us well enough to know what was acceptable and what was not for any given occasion. When she came through the door we gave each other one final peck and separated to that she could look us over. With a big smile on her face she gave each of us a hug and kiss on the cheek and told my sister that it was time for her to join the rest of the girls out by the door.

Once we were alone she admonished me about what she thought was the soon to be newly weds giving my sister a show, which I had already expected. Then she took me by the hand and led me out the door to my father who was waiting to escort me down the isle and give me to his new son. As we walked toward the back entrance of the church were I was to enter I could feel the wetness between my legs and a slight trickle down the inside of my thigh were the panties were starting to lead because of the amount of wetness in them and the fact that they were being squeezed by each step that I took.

The wedding went off without so much as a hiccup and my new husband and I were soon in the back of a limo with his hand buried beneath my skirt working me toward yet another orgasm, as I whispered in his ear what had already taken place in the panties I was wearing. When the time came for us to leave a chair was brought outside for me to sit in while the groom removed my garter for him to throw to the waiting men who were there and still single. What he didn't realize until it was too late was that in order for him to get too my garter he would have to give all the men behind him a full view of his new wife's soaking wet white lace panties.

As soon as we were safely back inside the limo he had me on my back and my skirt was above my waist with him preparing to enter me for the first time as my husband. I am quite sure that the driver enjoyed the show that we gave him. When we arrived and the hotel we had planned to stay at over night before leaving for two weeks in Hawaii he got an even better show since I had to sit up and fix my dress before I could get out of the back of the car or I would have to show everyone close by what my dress was hiding. Much to his surprise he got to see all that my skirt covered including me pulling my panties back into place over my now semen covered lips. As he and my husband took my hands to help me out of the car he gave me an approving smile and told us both to have a nice night and that he would see us in the morning.

Once I was lying in bed in nothing but my panties ready to finally go to sleep my new husband told me that he wanted me to wear the shortest skirt that I had brought with me in the morning and his favorite pair of panties under it so that we could give the driver yet another show as a small way of saying thank you for all the kindness that he had shown us. The outfit which he was suggesting would of course allow anyone who saw us see exactly what kind of panties I was wearing because the skirt was so thin you could see right through it and the panties he wanted me to wear made me look like a little girl because of the designs on them.

Too this day my sister, my husband and I relive that day each year the day before our anniversary and too this day it is just as special as it was the first time. My only hope is that we never get to old to enjoy ourselves in the same way.



Of course, this is a work of fiction from the perverted mind of the author. I have intentionally left out any reference to names simply because I didn't want any reader to be offended by the use of a particular name. I hope that all who read it enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Best wished

Anna



Panties and Picture Frames



There was a picture above Scarlett's bed. It was thickly framed in wood as black as pitch; the glass had a small skim of dust across it that could only be seen when the sunlight was directly on it. This usually only happened at sunrise. The picture inside the frame was small, almost too small for such a heavy and expensive looking frame. 

But it wasn't the pictures size that mattered to Scarlett, it was the subject. Or rather, the lack of subject.

It was perfectly black, just like the frame. Only the matting, with its perfectly square corners and double cut layering, was white. Scarlett lay on the bed above the covers. Her hands were set loosely across her stomach, her fingers gently entwined with each other, rising and falling as her lungs worked. Her breath was shallow; so shallow it hardly moved the veil of blond hair that fell down either side of her face and fanned out across the pearl-white pillow tops. She hated fancy bedding. Everything she slept in had to be white.

Her toes began to tingle: it was a very familiar feeling. She felt warmth in her palms, perhaps it was coming from her stomach, perhaps from someplace else. But she couldn't ignore it and it was quickly becoming less like warmth and more like a convection oven on high. For an instant her eyelids fluttered; dark, sultry lashes tickled the smoothness of her cheeks. That instant was all it took. 

Slippery, bending waves of energy thrummed through her like a stretched out elastic band being plucked. Every snap carried just a little bit less of the hum and in a moment the thrilling and unexpected energy was gone. 

She let out a long breath; heat was in it.

She felt stickiness between her thighs, soaking into the pure white fabric beneath her. Her nipples throbbed with aftershocks, but it wasn't enough. She looked up, tilting her soft chin up until she could see the picture again.

Now she felt imaginary waves washing across her ankles, like a slow tide coming in. She stared harder at the opaque picture until the waves had washed further up her smooth shins, past her knees and began to eddy between her thighs.

It was almost time.

This time her eyes shut for a long time. At least three breaths passed. And then she felt them. Hands on her feet: the thumbs pressing softly against the pads, finding the grove between her bones. They squeezed just hard enough for her to feel them. Scarlett opened her eyes and saw the woman crouching like a jungle cat at the foot of the bed. Her face bore the most perfectly powerful look of seduction Scarlett had ever known. 

It was why this woman, this goddess among women, was her favourite.

"You brought me back," Angelina Jolie smiled. 

Her pouty, puffy lips moved slowly, every word was a savoury treat. Scarlett loved her lips...lips that could tease a cock into ram-rod readiness in seconds. 

She kissed Scarlett's arch. 

Scarlett shuttered. 

When Angelina came up, her powerful face was drenching with water as if she had just dipped her head in a tropical bath. Her perfectly dark hair thickened and clung to itself, dripping wet drops across the white sheets. As the drops landing however they vanished as if they had never fallen to begin with...it was very odd. 

It had taken Scarlett a long time to get used to the invisible, yet completely real water. It never seemed to affect her other than at the very beginning with feeling the waves. With the girls though, she saw its effects. It made their skin and hair wet and pooled and dripped and ran down their necks and breasts.  

Sometimes, Scarlett would spend too much effort trying to see it or make it fully appear. Once she had just the right angle to see the arms and legs of a crouching woman bend in two places, like a shadow falling across a curb.  

But tonight her fascination with the invisible water would be ignored...nothing mattered while Angelina was here.

She was still kissing Scarlett's feet. Angelina nibbled on the tip of Scarlett's big toe, flashing teeth as white as the pearl in her eyes. Her lips were a dark shade of red, dark like roses just before they go to rot. It was Scarlett's favourite color. She wore it herself, but she thought it looked infinitely better on the coy, expressive lips of her favourite lover. 

"I'm glad you came," Scarlett breathed. She lifted her neck to look over her breasts as Angelina dipped her head to stroke her tongue across her heel. Scarlett's lips split in a grin as thousands of Angelina's taste buds raked across her sensitive nerves.

"Don't!" she cried, "That tickles!"

Angelina's eyes lit up with playful seduction. She repeated the stroke and created an even more powerful mixture of torture and pleasure. When Scarlett began to squirm, Angelina came up, lips and nose dripping water. She let out a breath and sucked in a deep one, filling her chest and expanding her ribs. Scarlet watched in pure thrill as Angelina's dark, wet skin moved to show rib and muscle. 

She was such a solid woman. Not fat – not skinny either; just built. Or rather, sculpted, Scarlett thought. A custom made sex toy. A perfect angel.

She was topless, her dangling nipples were grazing the top of the invisible water, but she wasn't bottomless. A thin, dark green thong stretched around her hips and dove between the valley of her muscular ass cleavage. The strip of fabric was as narrow as a pencil all around and so tight it seemed glued to her slick skin.

Scarlett's skin prickled as Angelina moved her lips up her shin. Her hands followed the natural, feminine curve of her calves until her fingers rested in another incredibly sensitive area: just behind the knee. 

Angelina parted her bee-stung lips and kissed the inside of Scarlett's thigh just as she dragged her nails across the metropolis of nerves. 

Scarlett let out a low moan, but didn't dare close her eyes. With every inch that Angelina moved nearer, the more detailed and intricate she became. 

Her tattoos began to take form, darkening and decorated her already exquisite skin. More muscles could be seen, the plumpness of her ass and lips and breasts could no longer be denied.

Scarlett wanted to close her thighs and trap Angelina between them forever...but she knew that would be no fun. 

Their best sex was the kind they had when they could slide and flip around, grinding and rubbing and caressing as much of each other as possible.

Tonight would be no different. 

Scarlett grabbed hold of her lovers wet hair and pulled her up until she could slide her knee up between Angelina's and rub the less sensitive areas of her pussy. Angelina smiled and licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. Her smile was so dead-on-promising that Scarlett's heart thudded an extra beat.

Stretched out on top of her, feeling her wet, slippery weight pressing her into the bed, Scarlett finally let her eyes close and savoured the moment.

"That's right," she mumbled, encouraging Angelina to press harder against her throat with those puffy red lips. She could feel the lipstick smear across her pale skin. Her hands were on Angelina's back, exploring the bend and crooks of her shoulder blades. Angelina's breath was hot and ragged, blowing like the exhaust of a two-stroke engine. While she kissed her fair-haired sorceress her fingers slide down between her thighs, touching her own clit for a brief second before coming to a final rest on Scarlett's cloth covered slit. 

She wore white panties; the fabric was thin, but wide and hard to move aside. So she rubbed Scarlett's clit through the fabric, pushing her finger loosely between her lips and traveling up and down the length of the slit with her nail.

Scarlett groaned and reached down, pressing her finger tips against the fabric. She softly muttered a word and the fabric began to dissolve as if it were sugar in water. Angelina grinned and lowered her head to lap at Scarlett's pussy. 

Scarlett, eager to be touched by Angelina's tongue, spread her knees and grabbed a fistful of wet hair, pulling her down. 

Angelina's tongue cleaved into Scarlett and instantly she began to salivate. What Scarlett loved the most about her dream girl was her face, and seeing it buried between her thighs clicked on every arousing fantasy Scarlett had. To her it was beautiful because it was so unique. It wasn't like any of the plastic-moulded Barbie doll women who populated popular culture. She was different, and wonderful, and her tongue was the strongest Scarlett had ever felt. But she couldn't hold her breath for long and soon her pillowy lips parted from Scarlett's sex and came up for air. 

"You taste good today," Angelina smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and kissing Scarlett. Their tongues meshed and synchronized, gently exploring each other. As they kissed, Scarlett pushed on Angelina's shoulders and rolled her onto her side. Her fingers blindly found the soaking panties and pulled them over her hips and down the sides of her legs. 

Her hand slide back up over the supple curve of Angelina's ass, then pressed firmly against the small of her back. They came tightly together, only the smallest fractures of air separated their bodies where they didn't perfectly match. Their pelvis's ground against each other; both were as smooth as a bowling lane and just as glossy.

Scarlett loved the way Angelina Jolie kissed. They were powerful, hell-raising and world-ending. They were both completely possessive and wonderfully giving at the same time; every tiny parting of their lips left Scarlett hungry for more.

But her lips wanted something different now. She rained kissed down A.J's neck and chest, stopping for a moment to suck and nibble at her stiff nipples. Then she was moving down again, dragging her lips down the small valley above and below her taunt belly button. 

Her hair was sliding smoothly down Angelina's torso without getting wet even though her body still glistened wetly like she had just gotten out of the ocean.

Scarlett was happy to suck on Angelina's clit. Not because her snatch was so gorgeous and tight, but because Angelina had so eagerly sucked on Scarlett's. That was what really turned Scarlett on, their mutual lust. 

In an instant their lovemaking was everything sexual, personal, mutual and adorable. Even though they had done this before it felt as fresh as a bed of spring flowers. The way Angelina moved, moaned and caressed the back of Scarlett's head while she slid her tongue around Angelina's pussy was every bit as loving as a man showing his gratitude to a woman who was sucking him off. 

She felt the same surge of power too, which was perhaps just as intoxicating as the coils of passion that were beginning to work their way through her body.

But Scarlett, oh, darling Scarlett, did not stop at Angelina's pussy. 

She stabbed her tongue lower, fighting the tight pink starfish only a fingers width away from the bottom of her slit. Angelina stifled a gasp, and then a giggle, but she couldn't keep the radiant smile off her face. Her eyes went wide with thrill.

Scarlett remained, with her nose buried in Angelina's slit and her tongue wetly messaging her asshole, until she wanted more. Having a woman like Angelina naked in a bed demanded constant action; shifting positions to experience the most of her before it's over. Angelina looked best when she was in motion. 

The blond sat up on her knees and helped Angelina unfold her legs, sliding one beneath her and the other they wrapped around Scarlett's waist. Scarlett leaned back, sliding forward until their pussy's pressed together. She pumped her hips, grinding deliciously against the heat of her lover's mound.

Above Angelina's head the picture frame rattle against the wall. A swirl of pink appeared in the middle of the black and began spiralling outwards, changing colors and shifting hues as it spread. Scarlett's eyebrows furrowed when she saw it; that has never happened before. The pink flashed into green and then blue, gold and red. Quickly the entire picture was void of black and was flashing between colors like a strobe light. 

Scarlett thought about stopping the spell. She wasn't normally cautious, but being naked and unprotected made her think about it.

In a blink the picture flashed white...and Angelina Jolie started gasping. Tearing her eyes from the picture, Scarlett looked at Angelina and saw her lips part and the cords on her neck stand out. Her body writhed against the sheets and her fingers clenched tight at her own breasts. Scarlett's face grew a wide, welcoming smile as she figured out what was happening.

"That's right, baby," she whispered, slowing down her grind, "Cum for me."

Her hand slapped Angelina's rump, filling the small bedroom with a sharp sound. Angelina recoiled, shutting her eyes and moaning. Scarlett slapped her again, but this time she slid her fingers down between her crack and rammed her thumb into the orgasming woman's asshole.

Angelina grabbed hold of Scarlett's wrist and pulled her squirming fingers deeper into her second hole. Her dark eyes glazed over with tears as the orgasm rocking her body amplified and bordered on the edge of pain. Winning the lottery couldn't give Scarlett half the pleasure she felt when she made Angelina cum. For her it was the main reason she summoned the exotic American sex-pot.

The picture began to slowly fade back to black and Angelina's ribs slowed. Her orgasm was over, but her fun wasn't. Scarlet pulled her thumb from Angelina's ass and kinkily sucked on it. She untangled herself from Angelina's thoroughbred legs and climbed up until her pussy was directly over Angelina's open mouth. A soft, pink tongue extended upwards to bridge the gap and slash into Scarlett. She was so hot and wet already; both from her own secretions and Angelina's.

Scarlett sat down softly on Angelina's face and closed her eyes. Angelina knew exactly what to do. Her thick lips suckled and massaged her pussy, focusing on the throbbing pearl of nerves near the top. Angelina worshiped Scarlett's ass with her hands.

"Put something in my ass," Scarlett begged, leaning forward so her ass split and her hole became easier to invade. Angelina instantly had two fingers wriggling inside Scarlett. Her mouth suddenly overwhelmed Scarlett's clit with suction. A soft popping sound punctuated the wet sounds and Scarlett shuddered.

Scarlett's loins dripped with liquid fire, coating Angelina's already slick face with heavier, tastier juices. Scarlett's abs tightened as a very strong contraction warned her of her impending explosion. A wiggle of the finger pushed her over the edge.

Unlike Angelina, Scarlett had a noisy orgasm. She screamed from the first jet of frothy clear liquid streamed from her pussy. The stream of juice pulsed like a child crimping a garden hose and it bathed Angelina's enigmatic face. Stickiness ran down her strong jaw and neck, pooled in her ears and filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. 

Quietly, like the changing of the tides, her orgasm faded. Minutes after the soft lapping of Angelina's tongue stopped Scarlett sat up off her face and rolled onto her side. 

"Perfect," she said in a husky whisper. Her eyes were only half open now; exhaustion from the spell casting and the orgasm was quickly overtaking her. Angelina, still ethereal, spooned her lover and wrapped her arms around her waist. She didn't say anything, but her warmth and companionship made Scarlett feel comfortable. In moments she was asleep.

The bed was pristine when she woke. It was also empty. Scarlett sat up, touching her bare chest. She smiled and stretched, completely satisfied. It would be a couple of days until she could summon enough strength to bring Angelina back, but in the mean time she had the memories of a hundred nights to keep her satisfied. 

She swung her feet off the bed and picked an elastic off the bedside table to corral her wild hair. But something caught her eye and she stopped mid-reach. 

There were panties, dark green, pencil thin, panties, hanging from the picture frame. 

Her heart stopped. 

Everything Angelina had been summoned with should have disappeared, but the panties remained. The implications were astronomical. Could she be developing enough power to summon Angelina for good? She reached up and touched the panties...they didn't vanish. She plucked them from the frame and put them against her lips. 

They smelled like her...

Smiling knowingly, she rose from the bed and slipped the panties on, snapping them tight against her pussy lips. In two days she would try and summon Angelina again. This time, for good.



Panties and Punishment



"Jennifer, get in here, now!"

I hear the unmistakeable boom in Your voice, and I'm concerned. You seem to be very upset, but I am not sure as to why. My mind quickly flitters around, and tries to figure out some simple reasons.

I enter the bedroom where You're standing.  And then, I see what is scrunched up in Your hand.

You're holding a pair of my panties, and I know only too well what has angered You, now.  For, even as a general on-looker couldn't know- I know for sure that You can feel how wet they are. 

That truly can mean only one thing- I'm in trouble. I'm in lots of trouble.

I think back quickly on that first day when I somehow "scammed" my way into getting You to give me a ride home. . . What an incredibly sexy and fun time we've shared ever since. What started out as an innocent flirtation by a little 18-year-old girl who really didn't know what she was doing, has bloomed and shown itself as a very dear and extremely erotic Dominant/submissive interaction.

Knowing how well I can usually please You, I quickly submit myself to a very contrite stance. However, due to the fact that You have suffered through a very trying and demanding week, You're focusing on and are ready for a tension-reliever of Your own type. . .

You tell me to strip. You tell me to lay across the bed with a couple of pillows tucked under my middle, so that my arse will be up and on display.

As I'm sure I'm to be punished, I'm not scared- I'm strangely excited. I am however a little worried, for I don't recall ever seeing You this upset or stressed out. . .

You address me with a stern tone.

"Now, Jen. Why would I find a pair of your panties crumpled on the floor in the bathroom? And more importantly, why would they be so very wet?"

I'm nervous and tentative, but I know I must answer honestly or be punished much more severely. . .

"Well, Sir. . . I guess I was trying to hide them. . ."

"Why would you want to do that, little one?"

"Because I did something really naughty in them, Sir. . ."

"What did you do?"

As sweetly as I can muster, I begin to tell You how I had awaken in a very horny state that morning, but because You had already gone for work, I didn't have a legitimate way of seeking a proper outlet. . . 

I snuck onto the computer and viewed some lesbian porn. . . Of course, all those images of lips and nails and hands roaming across tits and asses and bush got me more stirred up. . .

I couldn't help it. I took the largest dildo I own and fucked my dripping wet pussy as hard and as deep and as ferverently as I possibly could. . . 

I also had to explain that because my panties had been left on, and were just pulled down a bit below my cunt line, all of my girly juices and cum liquids had dripped out and all over them. . . 

They were soaked. I changed into a fresh pair; but not wanting to mix the messy ones in with the general laundry, I had scrunched them up, tucked them behind the base of the toilet, and had hoped to get back to them, rinse them out, and then hang them to dry less suspiciously. 

Unfortunately, between my chores and other subbie responsibilities, I lost track of time and the soiled panties had been forgotten. . .

Until now. 

You put the panties right in front of my face and shove them up to my nostrils.

"You are such a dirty little slut, Jen! You're gonna smell those for a few minutes. You're gonna really know just how naughty and impish you have been!"

I could smell them- It wasn't all that unpleasant, but as You were shoving them so forcibly, I was about to gag. 

I couldn't see You because of my facedown position, but I could hear your belt rattling about. Now, I am a bit more concerned- You've never used Your belt before. You've used Your bare hand- You've used a flogger, but You've not used your belt.

Yep, I'm in trouble. . .

"What is the rule about cumming, Jen?"

"That I may only do so with Your highest level of permission, Sir."

"Good answer. You seem to know it, but let's make sure you'll not forget it anymore, shall we?"

And with that statement, You were ready to begin a series of whops and lashes. I squirm and wriggle, but to no avail. . . And yes, it stings. And yes, it throbs horribly. But it also causes such an array of other bodily responses. . .

Both of us are worked up. Both of us are heated. You can feel some of the built-up tension leaving Your neck and shoulders as You wail away on my tender arse cheeks. 

You can also feel that ever-familiar lift in Your pants.  Your cock revels at the power of Your strokes- at the the power of the control You can truly have over Your little pet.

My arse is glowing a shade of red that had not yet been reached with any other punitive time between the two of us. . .

My nipples were so hardened and as I scooted and rubbed against the quilt I was laying across, each thread and stitch allowed for what seemed liked millions of fingers massaging them. . .

But even more noticeable, is the glistening of my cunt. . . For while the spanking and whipping hurt tremendously, it also aroused me beyond a normal comprehension. Furthermore, the object taking the most serious brunt of the punishment- my arse, was definitely looking for another sort of attention. . .

I dared to speak.

"Sir, please. . ." 

"Please what, little one?"

I am assuming You're probably wondering if I'm going to beg You to stop. But, that wanton and newly discovered whore inside of me is going to beg for something else entirely. . .

"Sir, please. . . Please, Sir. If You may- If You'd like. . . Please, won't You fuck my arse?"

Because You feel the need to drive the memory of a punishment home, You smack me a few more times with Your belt. I yelp, and at the same time, a lust that You have power over, but want to surrender to, pushes You like never before.

You tear Your pants down, release Your aching member, and begin to pound away. . .

Grabbing hold of my arse, You can really feel as You touch my battered flesh, the heat and warmth being spread due to Your belt's fevered beating. . . Glancing both adoringly and annoyingly at my "Spank Me" tattoo, You actually sort of smile and chuckle. Yes, You understand what You have done hurts me, but it hurts me ever so well and in so many good ways. . .

I enjoy with no limits, the act of buggery. My arse enjoys with an enthralling captivation to not only be stimulated, but to be poked and prodded. Mostly, my arse loves having Your cock inside of it. I try not to show my appreciation too much, but my body will not allow me to hold it off any longer. 

Your impromptu punishment, Your striking inside my arse- it's all so deliciously overwhelming. . . It's all revealing ever so truthfully and ever so bluntly, the kind of hungry pain slut that I can be. . .

"Don't you dare cum, my little bitch, or you will further see a wrath you have NEVER known!"

Somehow, I reign it all back in, and mumble as clear as I can between excited breaths, "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir. I will not cum, till you let me, Sir."

In response to my obedience, it's as if You somehow become more horny- more turned on. You begin to really spear Your cock in and out and in and out.

Seeing how willingly my arsehole slurps around Your cock, causes it to swell and swell and swell. Then with a force that is unrelenting, a wonderful wave of both rightness and pleasure allows a large burst of Your sperm to be shot speedily within. . .

Once Your enjoyment has been thoroughly spent and satisfied, You whisper with an even more assumed authority in my ear,

"Isn't there something you want to ask Me, little one?"

I whimper back-

"May I please cum, Sir?"

Your answer almost shocks me, but it is tenderly understood and necessary-

"No, you may not. But I'm so glad you have learned your lesson."

At Your cue, and when I know it's okay to do so, I take the most awesome gift of Your cock into my mouth and lick it and suck it clean.

After, when we're both laying still all cuddly and entwined and at peace-

I say, "Sir, I'm so very sorry that I sometimes cause You so much worry and trouble."

With which You respond, "I know, little one, I know."



Panties, Black



Jessica and I were watching this TV show late last night called "Fastlane". It is a new show on the Fox network about some Police undercover types with a hip twist and sexy characters. Neither Jessica nor me was particularly engrossed with the show. But it had been a long week and we were both ready for some easy Escapist entertainment. 

Jessica is a very attractive head turning girl. Her long dark hair and disarming smile is just the topping on a luscious curvy body with wonderfully large tits and the sweetest ass ever to swallow in silk. Last night she still had on her clothes she wore to school. A very prim and conservative black button up blouse and a fitting cotton weave black skirt that rode just above her kneecaps. Her legs are just gorgeous shapes like stems of a flower. 

As I mentioned, it had been a long week. Jessica had 3 tests and another one to go, and I had a million tugs at work including more than the usual stressful demands from the owner. Work was on my mind as I sat through dinner and only by looking at Jessica and staring at her wet lips while she ate, did I gradually let the day slide into the past. Jessica's lips are always so sensuously wet and nicely accented with whatever lipstick shade she has on. I can't help but imagine that wetness on her lips as she talks as the wetness I have seen before when she lifts her face from my cock and my cum glistens on her lips. 

As dinner wore on, I could tell Jessica had something she really wanted to tell me. She hinted a few times and finally just couldn't hold back any more.

"Steve, you know that professor in Accounting I told you about?"

"The old guy?" I asked.

"Yes. He's not that old Steve. I bet he is 60 at tops. Anyway, I was late getting to class and all the seats in back were full so I had to sit in the very front row right in front of him."

"Why were you late?" 

"Oh I couldn't find a parking space. But that's the point Steve." Then she paused, lowered her voice to that sexy tone that drives me wild, and like a little girl with a nasty secret, she added, "I showed him my panties." 

This little confession perked me right up. We had talked before about her little flashings and I always found her exploits a big turn on. A few times I had even been with her while we were grocery shopping and she had intentionally bent over exposing whatever sexy tiny panties she had on to a total stranger. One time she even teased another woman whom we were both sure was gay and worked at the hair salon just down the street. In fact, that turned out to be quite an experience, but that's another story altogether.

I didn't have to urge Jessica to tell me more details about showing her professor her panties. She knew I wanted to know everything, and she eagerly continued. 

"He couldn't help but see me come in late. He was already into his lecture and I didn't want to interrupt so I tried to hurry in front of him and slide into the empty seat. But I guess my purse swung too quickly and as it slid down my shoulder, I grabbed for it. Well, when I grabbed, I lost my notebook. It just fell on the floor in front of the seat. The professor was only three or four feet from me. I quickly turned my back to him and just bent over and grabbed the notebook and well, gee, it was awkward with my purse and all, so I didn't bend my knees much. It happened so fast. I was already bringing the notebook back up from the floor, when it hit me what I had done. There was no way I didn't give Professor Stiles a clear open view of my panties when I bent over. I swear I heard him stutter. And I couldn't help but feel the red rush to my face as I slid into the desk and looked up to face him.

"Wow. That lucky guy. I bet he loved it."

"I think he did. Well, I know he did. But wait it gets better. The more he talked, the more the idea of him seeing my panties kind of excited me. I could actually feel my panties getting a little wet. So I spread my legs and watched his eyes to see when he would look."

"Did he? I sure would of."

"Oh yes. Several times. He tried to be really nonchalant, but I saw his eyes every time I spread my legs sneak a glance. I even made it easier by sliding my skirt up a little higher. It was really exciting Steve. I got so wet. By the time class ended, I had to find an empty girls bathroom and masturbate. I had the most wonderful orgasm. It was amazing."

Just hearing Jessica's excitement as she told me made my cock grow erect. "Wow. Wow. That's awesome. You are amazing sweetie. Just making an old guy's day is a wonderful thing to do." We warmly rose from the table and kissed. My hand started drifting down her body over her hip and rounding in back to caress her ass. Her tongue and mine traded sliding into each other's mouth. I could feel her hips gently rock against the hard cock in my pants. A little wet feeling began to ooze from the tip of my cock. But Jessica pulled away. "Oh Steve, fix me a nice cold drink with two olives and lets clean these dishes up first." 

I was a little disappointed, but the night was young. So we did the after dinner work and fixed some nice cold sipping martinis then went into the den to relax. Without an real intention of watching TV, we turned the set on and reclined on the couch. We love to have our bodies touching whenever we are together. I leaned back and rested on the arm of the couch while Jessica kicked off her heels and curled up nested into me. Her bottom pressed against my pants. It never takes me long to feel the need to straighten up my cock when Jessica presses her ass into me. She knows this. She likes feeling my cock grow still and unfurl against her. She usually reaches back and straightens it out or undoes my pants for me. I love it when she does this. 

We were just watching the Fastlane show building that slow caressing hand foreplay between us. My hand drifted over her shoulder and cupped her breast then I slid my fingers teasingly where I knew the nipple was hidden. The nipple that I knew, was waiting to be touched. The nipple that was waiting to grow hard and stiffen and sensitive and want to be touched more. Then a scene caught both of our attentions. It only lasted a few seconds, showing a sexy camera shot of a woman lying on her stomach wearing really sexy black lacy panties and my thoughts drifted to Jessica. I wondered what panties she had on. I wondered what panties Professor Stiles had seen. What panties Professor Stiles probably saw in his dreams tonight while his cock too grew hard and stiff and aching like mine.

As the TV picture close-up of the woman's panties appeared before us, I whispered to Jessica, "mmmm.. nice panties..."

"Oh, you like those Stevie? I have those same ones on you know..." She paused and turned to face me. Then with a little nasty eye twinkle, she whispered, "Wanna see my panties Professor Steve?"

Almost as soon as she asked, I wanted to see. Even before she asked, I wanted to see. And she already knew before she asked.

"Oh yes.." I said out loud quickly, as my eyes surely screamed, "FUCK YES!!!"

"You gotta lick 'em if you see 'em. My pussy really needs a good licking Stevie and these panties are really special. Do you think you can lick me through my panties until I cum?"

"Oh yes..I know I can.."

Jessica knew I would gladly make her cum. Sometimes she tried not to cum, but she never could not cum. I always made her cum. Always. The TV show was forgotten and disappeared into the background as she raised herself from the couch, turned and stood before me. I lifted up to a sitting position directly in front of her. Deliberately, but slowly, Jessica reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her skirt. My hands reached forward the foot or so between us, and a caressed her legs wrapping around them like a handrail. Her legs were so smooth and soft like always. She tugged gently at the waist and her skirt fell loose.

That was as much undressing as she was going to do. 

I was left to the rest. And I wanted to undress her. I always want to undress her. Jessica knows how much I like to undress her. She likes the seductive loss of her clothes as much as I do. I shimmied the skirt down her legs and past her knees. Once it reached her knees, I didn't just let it fall to the ground. I like playing the part a little of a servant. A servant that takes care of his maid. A servant that takes care of his maid's pussy when it needs anything.

As her skirt neared the carpet, I held it and Jessica lifted each foot no more effort than needed for me to slide her skirt off and keep it from touching the ground. I folded it once neatly and hung it over the back of the couch. In the split second I turned and then turned back, Jessica stepped forward closing the space between us. Her panties were magnetic. My eyes went to them immediately and my entire body surged with lust.

Jessica's black panties were awesome. So sexy and incredibly soft and lacy. She looked wonderful in them. Even though we had only just eaten a very good dinner, I felt hunger in my veins. Hunger for her black panty covered pussy. Her shirt almost spoiled my view. The end of the tail overlapped the top lacy hem. 

But Jessica knew. She wanted just a little more tease. A little more servant attention. She wanted to be undressed but the urge to undress was taking over inside her. She was horny. It had been days since we had made love. She wanted to cum. She wanted my tongue or my fingers or whatever way we explored to please her soon. 

She unbuttoned her own blouse as I caressed the front of her thighs with my long fingers. As she reached for the last bottom button, I kissed her fingers. She offered me the button and I stretched my tongue forward and stroked the button with the tip just like it was her clitty. I circled around it as she held the button for my tongue. And I sucked it into my mouth pulling the cloth with it as she watched. I knew she was imagining the button as her clitty. She surely could remember the last time I had sucked and licked her own little swollen button the same way as the shirt button.

She shed her shirt from her shoulders and let it fall as I let it free from my mouth. I continued running my fingers now along the edge of her panties, as I looked up. Her wonderful breasts round and full were pointy and straining to be free of her matching black lacy bra.

I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be later when I could finally take her bra covered nipple into my mouth and suck it over and over for her. The very first time we ever had sex, I made her cum that way. Just sucking her nipples while she stroked her hand up and down my cock and I was so excited that I exploded semen all over her dress. I love sucking Jessica's nipple until my jaw wears out and gets sore. Then I love sucking more. Pushing through that little barrier of fatigue until I can suck and lick forever. Trading occasional frantic licking and stroking her nipple with my tongue. Or just lapping around and around as I squeeze her nipple between my fingers and hold it to my lips running my tongue tip over it. There are so many ways to pleasure Jessica's nipples, I never lose my interest in pleasing them and finding new ways to be a better lover.

But it was her thin black panties only a few inches from my lips that refocused my attention. I slid my hands up the front of her panties. The cloth is soft and smooth. A few tiny hairs catch the cloth. It's been almost a week since I shaved her pussy for her, but she is still very smooth behind the silk. The lace had a tulip flower pattern. It was her two lips inside her panties that I wanted to touch. 

I traced my finger over Jessica's panty covered pussy lips. I love the feel of your lips swelling outward as I stroke the soft panties and feel the crevice between your pussy lips easing open.

"Lick my pussy Steve. Make me cum." She urgently told me. Her hand moved to the back of my head and I felt an insistent pull towards her pussy just an inch away from my lips. I like it when Jessica wants to fuck my face with her pussy. Sometimes, I imagine it like another forbidden servant role of pleasing my lady. It gets all my motors turning when she urgently wants my mouth to be between her legs and tonguing stroking her over and over. I like that first awareness of her spreading her legs wider as my tongue begins to press tighter. Her legs spread more open, one foot a little in front of the other, as her pussy spreads more open. Her panties stretch wider, the sides opening closer to her pussy lips. The cloth shrunk tighter to her body. I can lick with the broader flat of my tongue. All the way up...All the way down....my hands stroked her hips and slid around to caress her hot ass as I licked up and down.

Jessica moaned her pleasure and closed her eyes pulling my head tighter to her. I Rubbed my fingers over her silky sexy bottom, letting my fingers slide under her panties and back out. My nose pressed to her panties and helped to stroke her as did my lower jaw that nibbled at her pussy through the panties. I loved using all my face to excite her pussy. I ate up her pussy like a garden salad, then stroked back down like lemon marangue cream. with just the tip of my tongue sliding between her pussy lips which by now had her panties very deeply tucked between.

I literally dug my tongue into her panties. The cloth was so thin and by now totally wet from my licking and her lubricating juices. Jessica always gets so wet. 

I could feel the swollen clitoris in full bloom beneath the panties. I began to use my tongue and licked around it in a circle. I sucked it out of her into my mouth. My warm hungry pleasing mouth with just the right pressure for controlling and exploring that silky sliding feeling I got of her panties. I took my fingers and stroked her at the very lowest point of her panties between her honey hole and her asshole. Then I slid them up and down the length of those wet long lips like I was jacking off her pussy with my fingers.

I could tell from her loud moaning, she was well on her way to a wonderful orgasm. "Oh yes. Yes Steve rub and suck me like that. Eat my pussy..eat it Steve. Taste my sugar.." 

She was lost in the building pulse of her pussy. Her hands on the back of my head were driving my mouth to her pussy. I no longer had control of my own head, she did. It was her hips and her pussy fucking my face and I loved the control. The feeling of being used and fucked by her pussy. She knew where she wanted to be rubbed. She knew and guided how fast she was rubbed. I was just a tool. Her tool. Her tool to help her cum. I licked her faster and faster trying to assert some kind of control and help her cum. I slid back my hand inside the back of her panties and curled my fingers into her tender wet ass crack. 

She was literally grunting as she stroked. Each grunt a wave of passion. There was sweat on her skin above her panties. I had a mass of wet heat on my face.  My bottom lip stroked and chewed at her clit through her panties. The top hem of her panties kept sinking lower from my face stroking up and down as she rode my face harder and harder. I managed to get out, "It feels like you have nothing on...it feels so good."

"Yes. Steve. Yes. OOOOOhhhh...Harder..HARDER...MAKE ME CUM BABY!!!" Her pleas urged me on as I feverishly licked and sucked for all i was worth. And then I heard her exquisite cry of release. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHGOODDDDDDDD...YESS!!!!!CUUUMMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNNNN NNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!! And it felt mind numbing body explosive wonderful. 

I felt her hands release their pressure on my head. But i continued my slow licking of her panties. They were saturated with her juices. She had streams of juices trickling out the inside edges of her panties. I liked them all. And sucked her taste over my lips. Then kissed her. I just kissed her panties with both lips like a warm kiss. Just my lips. Just kissing her panties and the lips behind.

Somehow we eventually parted, turned off the TV, and I took her hand in mine. We made our way to the bedroom and now it was going to be my turn. Now it was going to be my turn to fuck her with my face instead of having her fuck my face. I hope that makes sense.

I led her onto the bed and proceeded to remove the rest of my clothes as Jessica watched. Her eyes locked in a lusty smile when she saw my erect cock pointing straight up in the air and drooling precum like honey from a wooden spoon. My own eyes watched as she unhooked her bra and freed her breasts. Oh her breasts looked so lovely. Her nipples so inviting like ripe fruit needing to be tasted and nibbled. But I knew once i started on her nipples I wouldn't be able to stop and I wanted something else right then.

"Turn over lover". I said. 

She didn't hesitate, but never took her eyes from my cock as she turned softly onto her tummy. I loved the way Jessica looked from behind. Those sexy black panties I had only really seen from the front, now I could see from behind. They were even more sexy than i had felt with my fingers. I could not take my eyes off them. I pushed her legs gently apart. Jessica slid a pillow down and tucked it under her so her ass was sticking up higher in the air. This gave me an incredible view of her panty covered pussy as well. Such a tiny umbrella of thin wet silk covered such a warm wonderful garden of delight.

"Oh Steve, make me cum again with that hard cock of yours." she moaned from her closed eyes.

"Soon baby. Soon. But first I want to taste that sweet ass of yours".

"Oh yes Steve. That drives me wild. Lick my Ass Steve. Lick it good. Then stick that big hard cock of yours in me. Please baby. Please fuck me. Fill my cunt Steve."

I lowered myself onto the bed and positioned between her legs. Her hair was wet at the tips. Little drops of sweat made her body shine.  I ran my hands up her legs and kissed the back of her thighs. "My nipples are so hard Steve." she moaned from her pillow. I could see her hands were under her teasing her own nipples. 

To be honest, I didn't really spend much time on her thighs. It was her panties I wanted to kiss. I was too excited to go any slower and moved my lips to them.  I began kissing over her black panties. I paid special attention to the little small space just above the top of her panties at the base of her spine.

Its a very sensitive spot on Jessica. Sometimes she puts a little perfume there for me. And I could smell that wonderful feminine scent touch last night. 

Something about her perfume always surges pleasure and wanting through me. Wanting to show her how appreciative i am and please her back. I kissed more deliberately up her back and let my cock dangle down touching over her ass. She could feel the tip tracing over her panties as I kissed her neck. I lowered my hips to give her the full hard shaft feeling as it filled the length of her ass crack. Her own hips rose to wiggle against me and it felt incredibly wonderful. I was so aroused and excited I could of cum if I just let her ass stroke my cock. But instead of pumping my cum over her panties, I wanted to save it for her pussy. 

I could hardly wait to pull her panties down. Slowly. Very Slowly I worked my lips and tongue back down her back until i began running them from hip to hip. I felt the edge of her panties on my tongue, and began pushing them down lower working from side to side. My cock now touched her calf, and I could feel Jessica's foot twist back and stroking it. Her toes played with the tip of my cock.

I felt like I was opening something so precious the tiniest rush might scratch a perfect surface so slowly, very slowly, I eased her black panties down her ass until they just rested spread wide at the top of her legs. Then my fingertips and tongue began an artistic dance over every tiny part of Jessica's lovely hot ass. I explored her tender anus with my tongue circling it and then easing a gentle finger into her as my other fingers stroked her wet pussy. "Put your cock in my pussy Steve. Please I need to feel it inside me."




Panties, Black



I wanted release too. My cock was eager to dive. I moved up her body as she lifted higher off the bed pulling her knees up and tilting her ass back. Her panties stretched wide and slipped down to her knees. I could feel the exquisite sensations of my cock as the purple aching head fit into her slippery gripping lips and i easily entered into her pussy. It felt so wonderful and at home as I worked my cock in and out each time going a little deeper then a little deeper until I had my entire shaft deep in her and I began a banging stroking fucking of Jessica's pussy. 

"Oh Professor, Fuck me." she cried out.

And I was her professor of pussy. "Take my cock baby." I stroked her like a chalkboard. Deeper and harder I rammed my cock in her pussy. Our breathing became gasps and I felt my cock began to twinge just as her pussy racked her. 

"Oh Fill my cunt Steve! Fuck my cunt!" she shouted.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FUCK I'Mmmmm CUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINNGGGG!!!!" she cried out, as I felt my cock pump my hot cum deep into her pussy. I pulsed load after load of cum in her as she quivered in ecstasy. I can't remember the last time I pumped so hard and so long into her pussy. 

Later, we drifted off to contented sleep holding hands inside Jessica's black panties. I can hardly wait to find out what color she has on tonight. 




Panties, Bras, and High Heel Shoes



All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters in this story.

Panties, Bras, and High Heel Shoes

A straight man has an abnormal attachment, a bizarre affection, an erotic affinity, and a real sexual fetish for women's panties, bras, and high heel shoes.

"Psst. Hey buddy, come closer to the monitor. I don't want anyone else to read over your shoulder what I've written. Are you alone? Good. Can you keep a secret? Good. More importantly. Can I trust you? Good."

Now, what I'm about to tell you, I never told anyone, not my mother, not my brother, not my sister, not my friends, not my co-workers, none of my girlfriends and fuck buddies, and certainly not my two, bitch, ex-wives. You'll be the first and only one to know my sexy secret fetish. Aren't you special? So why am I telling you? I don't know. I trust you, I guess.

No longer able to keep it to myself, I have to tell someone what my secret, sexy fetish is. Hoping to find a kindred spirit, someone who shares the same sexy, secret fetish that I do, I need to free myself of my guilt and my shame. I need to feel normal again. I need to feel like a man who just has a fetish, that's all and not such the big deal as I and everyone else makes it out to be. It's just a fetish, an attraction, a bizarre affection, and an erotic affinity for panties, bras, and high heel shoes. 

For some inexplicable reason, especially with you reading the fetish category and, specifically with you reading a story entitled, Panties, Bras, and High Heel Shoes, I figure that you'd understand why I must do what I do behind closed doors. No doubt, just as you're a pervert to be reading an erotic fetish story on Literotica in the way that I'm a pervert to be writing an erotic fetish story on Literotica, underneath, you're probably a decent guy. You're probably much like me, honest and straightforward but with a secret, sexy fetish to hide. Am I right?

A regular Joe, you probably work at an underpaid, thankless job, raise your ungrateful family, swear your allegiance to the morally corrupt United States flag of America, watch football, baseball, basketball, hockey, drink beer, and pay your taxes. Moreover, from out of all the thousands of stories on Literotica that you could have read, you picked this one. You chose my story to read. You're the one taking the time out of your busy day to read my story. 

"Wow!"

Mano a mano, with you reading my story and knowing something about me, we have a bond already. Thank you for reading my story. Only, after you read my story, sadly, with only one, repeat, just one reader out of 500 ungrateful and unappreciative readers voting or more descriptively not voting, please vote for my story. Being that all of my stories are contest stories, I really could use the support of your vote. Please, I beg you, vote for my story. I thank you in advance for your vote. The 5 vote, the highest vote, is the last star on the right.

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Just as it's a difficult thing for me to confess, it's even more difficult for me to write about my secret, sexy fetish. With me telling you my sexy, secret fetish, it isn't as if you're out to get me and/or determined to out me. It isn't as if you have an axe to grind or that you're going to blackmail me and/or extort money from me once I tell you my sexy, secret fetish or I hope you don't. Nah, you'd never do something like that. You don't have that bad behavior in your. You're not that type of guy just as I'm not that type of guy. Am I right? We're just two regular fellas who have a secret, sexy fetish.

This is something just between two guys who no doubt share a similar passion. Just as I don't know who the Hell you are, you don't know who the Hell I am. Just as you could be anyone, I could be anyone too. Being that I have to tell someone or I'll burst, somehow I feel safe telling you, a complete stranger reading my fetish story on Literotica. I feel safe telling someone who may possibly share my fetish. I feel safe telling someone who may understand my secret, sexy fetish. So, here goes.

Are you ready for me to tell you a secret, my sexy secret? Only, you must promise not to tell anyone. I mean it. You can't tell anyone. Humiliated and ashamed, I'd be so embarrassed if anyone knew my sexy, secret fetish, especially my friends, my co-workers, my mother, my brother, my sister, my girlfriends, my fuck buddies, and certainly not my two, bitch, ex-wives. I could never face anyone again. Trust me, you'd have me over a barrel and in a pickle if you didn't keep my secret and blabbed about me all over the Internet.

So, promise me that you won't tell anyone. Promise me. Do you promise? Swear on your mother that you won't tell anyone what I do behind closed doors? Swear on your children that you won't divulge my fetish? Just so that I'd feel comfortably safe that you'd keep my secret, take my Bible and put your left hand on my Bible and raise your right hand. Now repeat after me.

"I, the reader of this story, promise not to tell anyone what I just read. I promise never to divulge the sexy secret and/or the fetish of the writer of the story, Panties, Bras, and High Heel Shoes."

Are we good? Okay. Being that I trust you, that's good enough for me, I guess. Being that you're reading a story in the fetish category, no doubt, you have a secret, sexy fetish too. Being that you're reading a story entitled Panties, Bras, and High Heel Shoes, maybe your secret, sexy fetish are panties, bras, and/or high heel shoes too. Maybe one day, you'll trust me enough to tell me your secret fetish too. Yet, for now, here goes, this is my story and my sexy, secret fetish exposed.

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When I'm alone and in my house, especially while watching football and/or baseball while having a beer, God, this is so very difficult for me to confess. I realize that this may sound odd to men who don't share my fetish for panties, bras, and high heel shoes, but I enjoy wearing a pair of woman's panties, a woman's bra, and a pair of woman's high heel shoes. I tried wearing silk stockings but I don't like how they mat down my leg hair in the way that my long underwear does and I refuse to shave my legs.

Moreover, a total waste of money, I always snag, run, and ruin nylon stockings with my toenails. Furthermore, those frigging garter belts are a pain in the ass. So very frustrating, they never stay closed to holdup my nylons. When my nylons fall, it looks as if I have wrinkled legs. I don't know how women wear nylons and garter belts, and pantyhose are even worse. I hate those too. 

They should execute the gay, fashion designer who came up with the idea of pantyhose and award a medal to the man who invented panties. With them trying to start another deplorable fashion fad, before Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, and Jennifer Lopez, there was a time when women didn't wear panties. No sir. If women needed to pee, they'd just raise their long skirts and squat in the middle of the road. If you ask my druthers, definitely, without a doubt, I prefer a woman who wears panties.

I love women's panties. Panties are so sexy. Something to slowly remove, especially the first time removing them from a woman with your fingers or with your teeth, as if hiding a sexy surprise, panties are the thing that wraps the pussy and the buttocks. Oh, my God, I so love panties no matter what the color, the style, or the size.

Now that I'm thinking about panties, let me ask you this? Why don't they make men's panties? I'd buy them. Wouldn't you? Yeah sure, there are silk boxers but I never heard of silk briefs, have you? Moreover, other than cheap Fruit of the Loom underwear, most men's underwear is white. White! I hate white. White isn't even a color. If it's not white then it's black. Black isn't even a color either.

Then there's the drab grey that they use as a men's underwear color as if it's a continuation of a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I want color. I don't want white, black, or grey underwear. Even when it's clean, grey underwear always looks dirty and dingy. Why can't I have red, blue, green, orange, and yellow underwear? Women have colored underwear, why can't I have colored underwear too?

We men want to wear colored panties too. It's about time we had gay, fashion designers designing underwear for us men too. It's about time we felt sexy beneath our clothes. It's about time they had a lingerie store for men, Valentino's Secret. Huh? What do you think? Instead of Victoria's Secret, we could have Valentino's Secret. I think it's a great idea.

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The bottom line is that if I'm going through the trouble of having a sexual fetish, I may as well pick one that not only makes me feel sexy but also that makes me feel comfortable too. I prefer panties, just panties, bikini panties, actually, blue, bikini panties are my preference and my favorites. I know it's strange, especially if you've never tried wearing women's panties yourself, but I find it as sexually exciting as I find it relaxing to lounge around in women's underwear.

As soon as I put on a pair of panties, I get an erection and most times I masturbate while wearing this sexy outfit. You know, now that I mentioned Valentino's Secret before, if they invented men's panties, all us men who enjoyed wearing women's panties in the privacy of our homes, would no longer have a panty fetish. Think about that. An untapped market, imagine how much designers could make by making men's panties.

"Wow! Now there's something very insightful, don't you think?"

Maybe because I'm sexually biased but, to be honest, I find wearing women's panties much more comfortable than wearing men's briefs or boxer shorts. I just like the feel of women's panties, especially when they're silk. Now being that I have big man boobs from doing tens of thousands of pushups when I was younger, especially when I was boxing after I was honorably discharged from the Marine Corps, I can actually pull off wearing a bra. I'm no D cup but I'm definitely a B cup. I can even make my man boobs bounce to music. 

Wanna see? Just let me remove my bra. Watch. Just let me put on a song. Here's one by the Village People. I'm not gay but I like the YMCA song.

"Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said young man, 'cause you're in a new town there's no need to be unhappy.

Young man, there's a place you can go. I said young man, when you're short on your dough, you can stay there, and I'm sure you will find many ways to have a good time.

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. They have everything for young men to enjoy. You can hang out with all the boys.

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. You can get yourself clean. You can have a good meal. You can do whatever you feel."

Okay, enough of that. Did you see my boobs bouncing to music? I love my man boobs. Hey, even Arnold had man boobs, boobs even bigger than mine when he was bodybuilding and taking anabolic steroids. A lot of football players have man boobs. Don't look at me all queer eyed just because I'm dancing to the Village People's song Y.M.C.A while bouncing my man boobs and dressed in panties and in high heels. I don't have to be gay to like the song more than I do the lyrics. Okay? You have a problem with that?

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Men, men, men, men... Now, for sure, I'm a straight man. I'm a man's man, a manly man, and a macho man but there's just something about wearing women's sexy underthings with high heels that gets my motor running. I'm not a fag, a fruit, or a queer. Am I allowed to write that? I'm not gay. I'm not a politically correct homosexual. I'm a 100% American heterosexual. I don't wear wigs, makeup, dresses, and I don't march in the gay parade. Unless I found myself in prison and forced to have sex with a man, I'd never have sex with a man. Women are what get me hot. I love women. I'm just a regular Joe, a man coincidentally named Joe.

Being that I'm not a tall man, barely 5'8" tall, wearing women's high heels gives me a whole new perspective on life. I only wish I could wear high heel shoes outside without being looked at as if there was something wrong with me. It took me a while to learn how to walk in them without breaking my ankle but as long as hold onto the railing while walking down stairs, as long as I buy the right size shoe, and as long as the heels aren't too pointy in the front, I find wearing heels very comfortable.

Besides, pretending that I'm 3" taller, I like looking at myself in the mirror while wearing heels and shaving my big, ugly mug. A sight to see, if anyone but my dog, a German Shepherd named Hitler, saw me, I'd be so very embarrassed. I named my dog Hitler because, well, he's German and because I like saying "Heel Hitler," instead of "Heil Hitler." Hey, I think it's funny, especially when calling him from a distance in a dog park that's frequented by people of the Jewish religion. Either I receive a dirty look or a laugh. An ice breaker, you'd be surprise how many women I pick up with those two words.

"Heel Hitler! Heel Hilter!"

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Being that I'm sitting here wearing a bra, panties, and high heels, let's talk about women. Now look at me. Go ahead, just look at me. I'm relegated to living alone while wearing a bra, panties, and high heel shoes. Yet, don't be sad for me. Don't you dare pity me. I don't want your pity and I don't need your pity. Even though I'm broke after going through two costly divorces, for the first time in my life, I'm happy. For the first time in my life, I'm truly content. I'm living my passion. I'm living my dream. I'm living my life exactly in the way that I want to live my life. I'm experiencing my fetish behind closed doors and in the privacy of my home while wearing panties, a bra, and high heel shoes. 

Married twice and divorced twice, an ex-Marine who served his country with honor and distinction, a man who's just like you, I'm a normal guy. Only, I have this thing, a fetish, for panties, bras, and high heel shoes. It all started when I was young, barely 18-years-old. My mother and sister, as a joke, dressed me for Halloween as a stripper. They laughed. They thought it was funny seeing me dressed in panties, a bra, and high heel shoes. They thought it was even funnier when I developed an erection and my hard cock pressed against the sheer, thin material of my sister's panty.

Actually, no doubt not even realizing what they were doing, not looking at it as sexual but more as what women do with other women, not that I was a woman, but I was a man dressed up as a woman, they stripped me naked. I couldn't believe it when my mother and sister stripped me naked. At first embarrassed, it only took me a few seconds to become sexually aroused. There I was totally exposed to my sister and to my mother. It wasn't sexual to them but it was sexual to me. As soon as my sister removed my underwear, my cock stuck straight out and pointed at her as if wanting her. With my mother and sister staring at my erect cock, there I was naked with my mother and sister dressing me as if I was a woman instead of a testosterone filled, horny, young man.

Oh, yeah, you guessed it. They are the ones responsible for me having a panty, bra, and high heel fetish today when they costumed me in a pair of panties, a bra, and high heel shoes, along with a wig and makeup. A reluctant victim, at the time I thought it was funny too. At the time, I had no idea of the repercussions that I'd have later in life. Many years later but to no avail, I even saw a therapist over my fetish. 

Can you imagine that? I was so ashamed. I was so embarrassed. I was so sexually excited standing before my mother and sister while totally naked. After that, when I routinely started wearing panties, bras, and high heel shoes, I didn't want anyone to know that I had a panty, bra, and high heel shoe fetish. Yet, now that I ridded myself of my gold digging ex-wives, I'm free to do and to wear whatever I want and whenever I want to wear it.

Then, shortly after my mother and sister dressed me as a sexy, lingerie clad stripper, I used to sneak in my mother's and sister's rooms when they weren't home to feel their panties and bras while masturbating and while walking around in a pair of their high heel shoes. Now, controlled by my panty, bra, and high heel shoe fetish, I can't walk by a lingerie counter in a department store without having my wicked way with panties and bras. I can't go by a shoe store without going in to look at all the high heels my size.

For fear that I'd be labeled a cross dresser, I don't dare try on the high heels in the store. Instead I buy everything I need online. Every other day, panties, bras, and high heels arrive at my door. Seemingly my only source of entertainment other than the baseball and football channels, I've spend thousands of dollars on panties, bras, and high heel shoes. Quite the valuable collection, I have every color and style of panties, bras, and high heel shoes. I even had to build a secret closet in the dressing room of bedroom with a secret door to house all of my panties, bras, and high heel shoes. 

So, now that you know my sexy, secret fetish, what's yours?

THE END