Panties for Him (Punish and Pleasure - Volume 1) (3 page)

He turned his head in her direction and
whispered once more, “You’re right. Give it to me.”

He smiled as he realized his secret desire
was about to come true. Tied to the chair and humiliated, soon to
be split in two by the pounding dick, his thighs shook and his mind
raced, trying to deal with the pleasure and excitement. Then, he
heard her behind him. She parted his cheeks and a splash of her
saliva hit his warm hole. All he could do was gasp as he felt the
sweet trickle of her, warm and wet, touching his backside and
sliding down his balls.

“I'm going to have to open you up,” she told
him, the feel of something hard pressing against him, the head of a
dick teasing him, “so that you're fit to be my whore.” With that,
the wide head of her hard dick prodded and opened him, moving
inside.

Charles winced and pleaded, “yes, yes” over
and over as Miss Hodge slowly thrust, inch-by-inch, deeper
inside.

“You don't want my cock inside you, slut?”
she murmured, reaching forward to find his half-hard erection which
sprang to life under her touch.

“No,” he whispered, moving back and forth
for her all the same.

“You're a liar, sissy, this is all you
want,” she told him, pushing in another inch until she had filled
him completely.

The pleasure was almost crushing, being
spread open and taken, his sphincter stretched and burning with
delight from the width of her dick. Then as she pulled back, the
head of her cock touched his prostate and the sensation of her
touching him there sent delicious waves from deep inside all the
way to his little dick that she had wrapped tightly in her hand.
“Tell me you don't want that, sissy whore,” she whispered now.

“I do want it,” he cried and moved his hips
back into her to prove it.

“Tell me what you want, sissy girl,” she
commanded him and thrust in and out more swiftly now.

“I want your cock inside me,” Charles moaned
pitifully and ground his nub of a dick in her hand as he admitted
the truth.

“Tell me what you'll do for this big cock,
whore,” she wouldn't stop and his mind raced, trying to think of
one thing he wouldn't do.

He shook his head no as he realized there
was nothing. “Anything, Miss Hodge, I'll do anything for you. I'm
your sissy whore. I belong to you. I'll do anything you tell me to
do,” he told her as he opened up wider so that she could fuck him
even harder.

“You'll suck and take all the cock I tell
you to?” she asked as her hand wrapped tight around his little dick
that trickled from her touch.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Anything.”

“You'll drink cum like a good little girl
and beg for all the alpha cock I put inside your right holes?” she
had brought him to the edge and somehow, with her inside of him and
controlling his ass, he couldn't find one word that was wrong.

“Yes, yes, yes,” was all he could repeat and
cry over and over.

“Oh God,” she shivered behind him and she
was cumming, filling his used hole up to the brim and he felt her
hot and dripping inside and out before his dick shook with his own
orgasm in her hand.

Charles was still gasping when the security
guard traded places with Miss Hodge. The even larger dick filled
him with pleasure as he pushed the head and the bottom of his wide
shaft inside, but Miss Hodge had moved to the other side of the
chair and he looked at her legs in the stockings, the sliver of
fabric between her legs and the huge black cock she sported on the
strap that rode her hips. She grasped the harness and started to
wriggle out of the device and asked him in a breathy voice, “Do you
deserve to worship my pussy, sissy?”

“Yes,” he begged her. “It's all I want to
do.”

The officer was buried inside his dripping
gash and Charles could hear the sloppy wet noises of the cum that
boiled in his hole being churned with each move.

“If you're a good slut and take his load,
I'll let you kiss my wet panties with your nasty tongue,” she
murmured and soon she stood before him in merely the lingerie.

Charles could see the outline of her full
lips and the seam between them, imagining she would be sweet and
damp there. If he hadn't just released in her hand, he would now.
As it was, his dick thumped once more, begging for the chance to
kneel before her.

Charles panted under the weight of the man
as he ground every inch of his steel pole into Charles. He could
feel the officer's balls tighten and both of them gasped at his
release. Charles felt him spew his wad of hot, salty juice deep
inside his stretched hole.

“Untie him,” she prompted the officer and as
the man slid out of his gaping hole, Charles felt the seed running
in rivulets down his shaking thighs. The man quickly loosened the
ropes that held his ankles and wrists. Charles dropped the red
heels as he ran to crouch on the floor at her feet and reached his
face up and smothered himself against the panties. Her scent all
over him, her taste was intoxicating. He darted his tongue out and
ran it along the seam in the front, where he imagined her beautiful
clit was and he felt her throbbing there as he kissed her. Charles
reached up to press her bottom from behind, to crush her against
him, desperate for her to shimmy out of the lingerie and allow him
to suck her down and make her cum.

Despite her soft, little moans under his
supplicating tongue, after what may have been hours later or merely
minutes, she bent down and touched his chin to bring his face up to
look at hers. “Very good, slut. You are most definitely a sissy.
The store will take no further action and you are free to
leave.”

She moved to go and he watched, tongue still
out, hoping that she would give him one last lick, but she merely
slid into the fitted dress and smoothed her long jacket over and
the click of her heels was like a knife in his heart as she
left.

Alone with the security guard, he suddenly
felt afraid again, wondering if he would be expected to continue,
wondering if he could bear not to. Officer Rodriguez pointed to his
clothes and said, “Get dressed, Mr. Moore and I'll escort you out
of the store.”

In moments, it was as if none of it had
happened. The officer had him in his tight grip by the elbow as he
walked him briskly to the front door. The only evidence appeared to
be that when Charles sat gingerly in the driver's seat of his car,
he felt the wet ooze left behind in his bottom trickle in his boy
underwear.

His cell phone quickly woke him from his
daydream. It was her.

“Are you telling me that you're not a sissy
yet?” the voice on the phone somehow knew every move he made. There
was no lying to her.

“No, I'm a sissy,” he accepted it and
tingled inside knowing that he had finally taken what he'd always
secretly wanted. “I'm your sissy,” he added quickly.

“That's a good slut,” she told him before
hanging up.

The End

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