A few years ago I was living with a couple of friends and one of them had a boyfriend. They were in love and planned on getting married, good little Christians, who went to church every Sunday.
He would come over sometimes to watch tv and play Monopoly. He was so clean-cut, it made me sick. I had absolutely no idea that inside his head he was fucked up like me. But he had NEVER had sex, he and my roommate were close but he never stayed the night and they never spent the night. He was sick and twisted inside though. And I found that out when I caught him sniffing my panties.
They were so bubbly and bright. Like a god damn fairytale couple. It was disgusting! Her name was Katherine but we called her Kittie and his name was Ronald. We would play Monopoly and sometimes they would accidentally touch hands and would start blushing. It was as if we were in junior high but these two were older than I was at the time. They were cookie-cutter Aryan perfection. Her long natural blonde hair was always perfectly primped. His face was clean-shaven every day. They wore things like a sweater vest, slacks, tennis skirts, Keds shoes. I hated them.. but they were so nice. And she made the best apple pie I have ever had. But I always thought that is what they were. Perfect Christians.
One day I went for my morning jog. Everyone was at work and I just figured I would jog for half an hour and then take a nice hot shower and have lunch. I jogged around a few streets and back to my house. I had my headphones in and Nicotine Stain by Siouxsie and the Banshees was blasting in my ears. I started taking my jogging top off, my tits jiggling as I danced around to my door. I danced into my room and closed the door, pulling my bicycle shorts off and flinging them behind me. I danced a little more with my eyes closed and then I turned around and opened them. I screamed and dropped my iPod.
There was Ron. In my dirty laundry basket. With my dirty panties in his hands! And there I was, bare ass naked.
“Holy shit! Ron! What the HELL are you doing?!”
“Um. Hi. Bailey. Um.. I didn’t know you were coming back so soon. Uhhh…”
“Okay. Well, why the fuck do you have my panties?!?”
“I uh.. *gulp* um..”
“Were you… sniffing my dirty panties, Ron?” I asked as I walked over to my bathrobe and put it on.
He stood up and dropped my panties to the floor, “I um.. please, don’t tell Kittie. She’ll know I’m a disgusting pervert.” I laughed and picked up my panties I threw off with my bike shorts. I looked at them in my hand and asked him, “Do you want to sniff this pair? They’re all.. sweaty and.. wet.” He licked his lips and looked down at the floor while nodding. I laughed harder, this fucker wanted my dirty panties all for his own pleasure. What is a girl to do? Well, I guess I will just have to let him do it. Can’t stop him now. He wants to cum to them.
I walked over to him and handed him my sweaty panties and smiled at him.
“Here. Now, I won’t tell Kittie. But, you have to let me watch you jerk off as you sniff them. And maybe.. fuck me.”
“But, I love Kittie. I am saving myself for her.”
“Ha ha ha! I don’t care. You’re my bitch now. You sniffed my panties and you know you want my sweaty pussy on that hard cock that I see inside your pants.”
He sniffed my panties, his eyes rolling back into his head. I untied my robe and let it fall. He took his cock out and laid on my bed as he stroked with my panties. I rubbed my pussy until I was soaking wet. Then I shoved him deep inside my cunt. I rode him hard. Then he pulled out and came into my panties.
“Ha ha ha. You couldn’t last longer than that?! You’re pathetic. Take my panties and go be a good boy for your girlfriend.”