by D. L. Savage
I felt his hands touch my shoulders and I stopped, shooting him an evil, bitchy look.
“Who the fuck told you that you could touch me?” I snapped, and quickly he let his hands drop to his sides again.
“S-sorry, mistress,” he murmured.
“Now put those hands behind your back, worm,” I said. “Don’t you dare move again unless I tell you. Okay?”
“Yes, mistress.”
Once I was sure he’d got the message, I returned my focus to his panties, cupping his balls in one hand, tugging the gusset away slightly to let his cock spring free, now so thick and hard it was almost as big as Troy’s cock, I thought excitedly to myself, jacking it with my other hand, savouring the delicious feel of a big hard cock in my hand, something I’d been missing over the last few weeks.
I spread my legs a little, feeling the towel bunch up around the tops of my thighs as I leant forward, guiding the swollen, shiny pink head of his cock towards my mouth. I sighed a little as I felt his cock touch against my tongue.Damn, I’d missed that feeling. Sometimes I enjoyed giving head even more than having sex, and I spread my legs as I got to work on his cock, sucking it slowly and sensually, while touching my fingers lightly to my pussy, a little surprised at just how wet I already was. Fuck, it wouldn’t be long before I came, I was so worked up.
I felt a deep shiver of horny pleasure flutter all through my body as I sucked at Taylor’s big meaty cock, filling my pretty little mouth, my fingers working at my swollen clit, all gooey and wet with my fluids, while my other hand was still cupping and massaging his balls through the stretchy fabric of the thong.
But just then, I began to feel him tense up, in that tell-tale way that suggested he wasn’t far from busting a nut.
I pulled his cock from my mouth with a slick wet pop, shooting another dismissive glance up at him.
“Don’t you dare cum yet, you understand me, worm?”
He nodded, grimacing, obviously having to strain now not to blow his load. His cock was so fucking swollen, so red and shiny, his balls beneath so big and tight and round, well, it looked like it was ready to just explode, but I shook my head, letting him know that he had to hold it, until I told him.
I took it back in my mouth, feeling his pulse against my tongue as I sucked him once more, hearing him groan and squirm, obviously so ready to cum, but holding it back with all his might. And as I sucked him, I got back to work on my pussy, toying with my clit while finger-fucking myself with my other hand, my legs spread wide, the towel fallen away completely now, my small breasts heaving, my nipples so hard like little bullets as I felt my orgasm approaching, slowly but surely.
“Not yet,” I gasped, letting his cock fall from my open, panting mouth. “Not yet ...”
And my fingers worked away, faster and faster at my pussy until, just before my orgasm hit, I nodded, and cried out, “Okay, now!”
Taylor’s cock jerked and swelled, spurting a series of thick hot squirts of cum onto my face, just the way I liked, just as my own orgasm hit with full force.
I gasped and shivered, feeling it shoot all around my lithe young body, while Taylor’s big pink dick continued pulsing out its goo, some of it squirting into my mouth, some slicking down my chin, some spattering onto my small tender breasts.
Well that was unexpected, I thought, smiling to myself, in the moments afterwards, my head spinning at how fucking hot that had been ...
“Now get the fuck out of my room,” I said, my voice shaking, my head still spinning as I tried to come to terms with what had just happened, what we’d both just done.
“Y-yes, mistress,” Taylor said obediently, quickly gathering his towel and scurrying away, leaving me once more alone, my breath shivering in my throat, the cum cooling on my face and breasts, the taste of it still thick in my mouth.
I swallowed, a smile creeping across my lips.
“So, I hope Taylor’s not been too much trouble,” Aubrey said a little later that afternoon on the phone.
She’d called me long distance, just a quick call to tell me a few things about the apartment, to make sure I was settling in and, or course, to apologize for Taylor’s presence.
“He’ll be out of your hair soon enough,” she said, apologetically. “And anyway,” she laughed, “he’s such a pathetic little worm, he’ll probably be totally terrified of you and do whatever you say, anyway.”
“Ain’t that the truth!” I joked back, my mind once more straying back to our little encounter earlier that morning.
And if I was totally honest with myself, perhaps I wasn’t ready to kick Taylor out of the apartment just yet. No ... With his big juicy cock and his girly, feminine body, perhaps I could have a little more fun with him, I thought to myself, wondering just what I might get him to do next ...
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11
To Catch a Panty Thief
“Jenny, have you seen my new pink thong?” called Amy from across the dorm room, her hands placed firmly on her slim hips and her pretty face screwed up in a puzzled expression. “I only bought those panties like last week and now they’ve gone missing.”
“Funny you should mention that,” I said, shaking my head, “because mypanties have gone missing too. Two new pairs that I only bought a few weeks ago, too …”
“Weird …” Amy muttered to herself, rooting around through her panty drawer. “No way!”
“What?” I said.
“Some of my other pairs are missing too … A little black g-string and my favorite leopard print thong too!”
“Are you sure they’re not just in the washing basket?” I asked.
So Amy padded over to take a look. As she bent over to look in amongst the heap of washing in the basket that we both shared and took it in turns to carry down to the washing machines on the ground floor laundry room, rooting around amongst the dirty socks and tights and vests and leggings, her searching became more and more frantic.
“What the actual fuck!” she exclaimed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“They’re gone!”
“What’re gone?” I asked, still not quite sure what she meant.
“Our panties! All our fucking panties are gone!”
At this, I felt a weird pang of embarrassment, and I just somehow knewthen, for absolute definite, that they’d been stolen — no doubt by some perverted freshman, sneaking into our dorm while we were out partying, and stealing all of mine and Amy’s dirty panties: all those thongs and g-strings and boy-shorts I’d worn the last couple weeks or so. He was probably somewhere sniffing them right now, I thought to myself with disgust. He was probably masturbating too, his dirty little cock spurting cum as he held a pair of my smelly, dirty underwear to his nose and mouth, breathing in the scent of my pussy and ass.
“Gross!” Amy said, as if able to read my thoughts, her own cheeks also flushing a deep pink with embarrassment.
“They’ve been stolen, haven’t they?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Amy’s face darkened and her mouth became set in a stern grimace.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll catch that fucking pervert … And when we do, we’ll teach him a lesson he’ll never forget!”
The first thing we had to do was find out exactly when the thief had stolen them; because if we knew that, we thought, then perhaps we could catch him red-handed.
It was so gross and icky to think that he might have snuck in during the night, while we were both asleep, but Amy reassured me that the reality of it was that he’d probably snuck into our room while we were out at classes — both of us were so lax in locking our door, you see, it would be so easy for someone to sneak in, if they knew just when we were away.
That week, we bought new panties, wearing them as normal and slowly filling up our shared washing basket with them as they became dirty.
And then finally, on Friday, during class, I started to get the suspicion that today might be the day the panty thief struck again
. I mean think about it, here we both were — Amy and I — sitting together at the back of the lecture hall, and all the panty thief would need to do was sneak into our room while we away and grab himself a great big handful of our dirty panties …
Towards the end of class that day, I noticed a geeky-looking guy whose name I didn’t know get up sheepishly from his seat towards the middle of the lecture hall and then quietly make his way out of the room. And as he walked, I noticed that his eyes kept flicking nervously between us and the floor. I dug Amy in the ribs, nodding at him, the expression on her face immediately telling me that she was thinking the exact same thing: perhaps we’ve found our panty thief.
But instead of getting up from our seats, we just remained in class, waiting until it finished, then quickly heading back to our dorm, excited to see if we were right. As soon as we got into our room we went straight to the washing basket and sure enough: it was empty!
“That fucking geek took them!” Amy cried out.
I felt a naughty grin spread across my face.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “Because next week, we’ll catch him red handed!”
“Put these on,” Amy told me, early the next morning. I’d just come back from the shower block. I still had a towel wrapped around me and my hair was dripping. The thing she was holding out for me was a cute little pair of pink thong panties.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the panties and stepping into them, pulling them up until they were nice and snug and tight, riding up between my buttocks and snugly covering my freshly-shaved pussy lips.
“Look, we match,” she said, pulling her summer dress up to reveal an identical pink thong that perfectly showed off her butt too. “Now this may sound weird,” she continued, “but I want you to wear that same pair of pantiesall week long, okay?”
“Ew,” I said, wrinkling my nose up in disgust at the idea.
“And don’t wash, down there, either. Okay?”
“But why?” I said, honestly confused and kind of grossed out by her suggestion.
“It’s all part of my plan …” she said, raising one eyebrow, her mouth curling into a cheeky, naughty smile.
She looked over her shoulder, like someone might be listening in to our conversation, then leaned in and whispered her plan into my ear. And when I heard it, my mouth too began to curl in a devious grin.
I kept the panties on all week long, and Amy did the same. At certain times, our eye would catch each others’ and we’d smile, knowing that we were both in on the same dirty little secret.
I even kept them on at night, and each morning, I’d only give myself a light scrup in the shower, just focussing on my underarms, leaving my pussy and ass, which I normally cleaned really well.
Well, anyway, by the Friday morning my pink thong panties were so stinky I found myself occasionally just catching whiffs of them as I was walking around, and Amy’s were just as smelly too!
That day, before we left for our lectures, we made sure to leave the laundry basket completely empty, not a stitch of clothing in it, and then we headed off, giggling to ourselves at our devious little plan.
In the large lecture hall, we took our regular place at the back of the room, and this time I kept my eyes pinned on that geeky looking guy in the fourth row back — the one who’d snuck out last week. I was sure he was our panty thief. For some reason, I found myself focussing on his ears, which were large and red; almost as if someone had been talking about him!
About five minutes before the end of the lecture, just like last week, he eased himself up out of his seat, then furtively looked around himself. Then, trying to attract as little attention to himself as possible, he eased himself up out of his chair and began to pad back up the steps to the doors at the back of the room. As he passed us, he shot us a quick nervous glance, and we both made sure to keep our gaze fixed straight ahead as he did it — to show no sign that we’d noticed him. And then, once he had left the room, we quickly gathered up our own books and followed him stealthily out of the lecture hall.
As we stepped out onto the campus, my heart lurched for a moment as I worried we’d lost him amongst the many other students strolling up and down the quad. Then I spotted him, scurrying away, slightly hunched over, his backpack slung over one of his sloping shoulders, and sure enough, he was heading directly for our dorm rooms!
“There he is!” I hissed, pointing him out to Amy.
We both ran behind him, keeping just enough distance from him so as not to alert his suspicions, but at the same time making sure we didn’t let him leave our sights.
We followed him into our building, then up the stairs to our corridor. And then, with a giggle, we saw him slip inside our dorm room!
This was it! We’d actually caught our panty thief!
“You ready?” Amy asked me in a conspiratorial whisper, pausing outside the door to our room.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I whispered back.
And so, with a deep breath, Amy turned and pushed open the door to our room, and then we both stepped inside …
“Caught you, you fucking pervert!” Amy snarled.
The thief looked up in shock, his cheeks burning with shame.
“It’s n-not what it l-looks like …” he stammered.
He was on his knees in the corner of our room, his right arm deep in our empty washing basket, his cheeks and those big ears flushed a bright red. He wore little round glasses that made him look extra creepy, and his hair was black and cropped short. Apart from the glasses, I guess he was pretty regular looking. Nothing to get excited about, but he wasn’t quite as gross or weird looking as some of the guys around campus.
“So, if it’s not what it looks like, then what are you doing with your hand in our washing basket?” Amy continued.
“Yeah,” I joined in. “It looks pretty obvious to me what you’re up to.”
I took a step towards him, slamming the door so hard behind me that it made him jump and whimper.
“So you like stealing girls panties do you?” Amy hissed at him.
He slowly slid his hand out of the wash basket and he got up to his feet, his face a bright, burning crimson. He was unable to look us in the eye, his gaze instead fixing on a patch of carpet at our feet, and I noticed with a strange little flutter of excitement in my tummy that he had a boner: his pants were all bunched up at his groin, his dick obviously straining to get free.
“So did you find any panties in there?” I asked him, enjoying how mean and strict-sounding I was making my voice.
Still keeping his eyes on the floor, he slowly shook his head. It was so funny. He looked absolutely pathetic! Like a naughty little schoolboy! I had a sudden urge to want to spank him; to make him whimper and plead with me. I looked across at Amy. She was obviously enjoying herself too. Her mouth was fixed in a big mean grin and her small pert breasts were heaving with anticipation of what was coming next.
“Is this what you were looking for?” she said in an almost-whisper, turning her ass towards him, then slowly sliding her black yoga pants down over her buttocks, uncovering the bright hot pink of her thong — the thong she’d been wearing all week long! As she stuck her ass out further towards the panty thief, I caught a slight gust of her scent.
“Or these?” I joined in, pulling up my own flimsy summer dress to reveal mymatching pink thong beneath.
The thief’s eyes darted to our panties, and I swear I saw his boner twitch and grow beneath his pants. He shyly nodded his head.
“Dirty little perverts like you need to be taught a lesson,” Amy said, now stepping out of her yoga pants, leaving her whole lower-half bare except for her thong.
I followed suit, pulling my dress over my head, now only wearing my panties and a bra that — I realized with a sharp pang of embarrassment — was made of a dark semi-transparent material. I quickly looked down at my own small breasts and, sure enough, my dark little nipples were perfectly visible. Oh well, I thought, shrugging off my shame and focussing once more
on the task at hand.
“Yeah,” I joined in. “We’ve had enough of our panties going missing. It’s about time we turned the tables a little.”
“H-how do you mean?” the thief asked, timidly.
“We want your panties,” Amy said sternly. “Take them off and give them to us … RIGHT NOW!”
The thief jumped again when she raised her voice. He really was a pathetic little worm. I felt that fluttering excitement in my tummy increase a little as I watched him, transfixed, as he began to get undressed. With trembling hands he unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants, and as he popped open the buttons, I saw a fabric that I wasn’t expecting … leopard print.
“Hey, that’s my fucking thong!” Amy said.
As he slid his pants a little further down his thighs, I saw that my suspicions were correct: he was hard. His dick was straining at the flimsy material of the thong, creating a large obvious bulge in the front of it, and there was an icky dark stain too, where he was obviously leaking out pre-cum.
“You want these panties do you?” Amy said, nodding down at her hot pink thong.
The thief nodded shyly, his cheeks still burning, his eyes nervously darting up to Amy’s groin. Through the stretchy material of the thong, you could just about make out the puffy cleft of her pussy lips.
“You really want them?” she asked.
Again, the thief nodded.
“Okay, then get down on the floor, on your back. If you really want them, then I’m gonna give them to you …”
So the thief quickly got down on the floor, laying on his back.
I watched in shock and surprise as Amy immediately walked towards him, then squatted down, thrusting her ass and pussy down into his hot red face. She straddled him, putting her knees either side of his head, arching her back and leaning forward, placing her hands either side of his hips, beginning to ride his face, working her smelly dirty thong-clad pussy and ass hard into his mouth and nose.
