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Paul's Panties

By: writedoctor



Feathery, silken kisses traveled along the sensitive front of Paul's erection causing him to moan delightfully within dreamland. Gwen whispered to him, urging and drawing out pleasure with sultry words he loved to hear, "Yes baby…your cock is the biggest…I like it deep inside and love the way it throbs against my lips…can you cum for me? Please…I love your taste…"

He pushed his prick, seeking the opening of Gwen's mouth and wet tongue. It wouldn't go in! Just out of reach and he tried again, only to feel the same silken caress, driving him mad with passion, ready to explode, keeping him right on the edge.

"Gwen. Please. Suck me now…I need you…now." Paul awoke, the mid morning sun flickering across the bedroom carpet. His eyelids fluttered and felt the wet spot of saliva soaking into his pillowcase. He groaned, pressing the raging hardon against the sheets, willing the dream to return. Tiny needles of pain shot through his midsection and Paul rolled over, taking the pressure off a full bladder. 

Relinquishing the dreamt memory of Gwen, Paul almost sprinted into the bathroom. Hastening past the mirror, he realized he'd gone to sleep with her panties on, the intimate fabric encased his balls pleasurably, the head of his cock peeking out from under the lacy waistband.

During the lengthy whiz Paul idly wondered what Gwen might be doing on her weekend or for that matter what he'd do. Sitting back on the bed he looked at the dainty panties in his hand and delved further into his thoughts.

Gwen, pretty Gwen. Is it more than fascination that I have for the t-girl? Writing and thinking about her makes me happy…comfortable and of course horny. Is that all it is…lust that I desire. Panties = Fetish.

 Paul's cock stirred, beginning to harden and he lay back onto the pillows, lazily entering a not rushed Saturday and with closed eyes…she was there. Her light perfume lingered near and fantasy Gwen knelt on the bed stroking Paul's penis to a full erection. Insistent fingers lovingly moved his skin up and down, red lacquered fingernails wrapped around its girth and teasingly let go. He gasped.

Gwen's underwear dangled over his midsection, the silky fabric trailing over naked hips, thighs and swirled atop Paul's sensitive genitals. He stabbed upward seeking their embrace.

"Mmm…doesn't that feel nice? God…your so hard baby! Love your morning erections…so tall…throbbing and red. Are you going to cum for me?" She covered the length of Paul's prick with the intimate garment and began masturbating in earnest, grasping the bloated shaft within the silken cocoon.

"Oh God…don't stop…my beautiful Gwen…please…don't ever stop…ohhh…" Pre-cum oozed from the tip of Paul's cock, Gwen carefully tucked the panties under his large balls and using the clear leakage painted along an angry blue vein.

She stroked quicker, finding a perfect rhythm. Her imaginary lipsticked mouth closed around Paul's masculine teat, white teeth capturing the nipple and vaulting Paul into an orgasmic peak. Thick torrents of sperm erupted, landing near his navel area. Wave after wave of glorious pleasure coursed through Paul's tightened, muscular body. Fingers deliciously milked his gooey essence and Paul groaned in rapture, content being unable to move except for a racing pulse.

Arriving back on Earth Paul stretched and arose leisurely enjoying the afterglow and the unhurried day. Sipping strong brewed coffee he quickly scanned over the depressing headline news, checked e-mail and prepared a scrumptious cheesy omelet, adding wheat toast.

The morning sky was cloudless offering ample sunshine; he decided to swim a few laps before the resident kids arrived. Wearing his favorite Speed-o, Paul closed the iron latch on the railing and strode by two sunbathers. One, Linda, peeked over dark sunglasses and issued a friendly "Good morning."

She was about Paul's age with short frizzy blonde hair, attractive, sporting absolutely huge breasts. Her top struggled to keep the girls' intact. Paul returned the greeting while taking in the sight: extra long legs led to a pale yellow bikini bottom wedged in her vee, Linda's skin sheening from ample oil. Naturally he approved. The gossip around the condo association was that Linda's marriage was in jeopardy, an enticing co-worker had her attention, a younger girl. That particular thought provided Paul's limp member a favorable twitch.

 Plunging into the near glassy surface, the chilly, ultra blue water invigorated Paul and after a few warm up laps, he began a more exerted pace, losing count of the 100 foot trips.

Out of breath but energized Paul sunk the comfortable cushions of a nearby lounge chair, the hot sun basking into tired muscles.

Relaxed on the day off, he daydreamed, thinking of nothing in particular except the quiet time and…Gwen's panties.

Mmm…how exciting are they and when was the last time I went to the porn store? Kind of a seedy looking joint…on the seedy end of town but…remember the layout of sexy lingerie they carry? Lots of great magazines…and the movies…not the cleanest little viewing stalls…what the hell…a great assortment to surf their channels and see what's on sale. His and hers toys. Yeah, I could kill some time there…

 Shrill giggles prompted Paul from the daydream, the hot sun had dried him completely and he leaned on elbows to watch the arriving kids with their moms and inflatable tubes.

Rinsing off the chlorine in the shower, Paul dried his hair and said to hell with shaving his face. Paul's testicles on the other hand were still smooth from earlier in the week. He carefully powdered the boys and nonchalantly stepped into Gwen's panties. Paul deliberately turned and posed in the mirror, noticing immediately how sexy they looked and felt but much too small; after all they were Gwen's size. Her undies were dwarfed by his masculine frame; he'd just have to go shopping for his own, a nice thought indeed.

Outside Paul chuckled to himself, satisfied by the secret touch of Gwen's panties and that no-one really knew; it was a good Saturday and a good day to be alive.

A garish neon sign flickered advertising adult magazines and novelties; the cinder block building was painted a drab green. He drove around to the parking lot behind the store, overgrown with weeds and hidden to retain anonymity for the patrons. The glass door was painted black and covered with enough warning signs to keep the under 21 kids out. Paul sighed and entered to a thin haze of cigarette smoke and incense.

Brightly lit, Paul gazed along the expanse of wire shelves and tables filled with movies and hard core DVD's. Against the back wall an enormous book stand held every type of magazine available and Paul walked along reading the titles, the front covers pictured colorful nude women, enticing the mostly male attention within. There were 3 or 4 men about his age casually flipping through them.

Paul had been here before, several times and knew that most of the customers were like him; perusing to find a movie or magazine that were sexually arousing to their tastes. Occasionally he'd noticed a homosexual type sizing him up or starting a conversation but he didn't find them offensive or a distraction. 

Long flowing sheer negligees draped over flesh colored mannequins with bouffant wigs and arms crooked as if to dance. He scanned the array of crotch less panties and lacy bras that exposed the nipple, which was not his thing but Paul found a decent selection of high cut panties, thongs and sexy nightgowns that were perfect for Gwen…or himself.

The young cashier lad was definitely a fag in tight pants and speaking on the cel phone, (apparently his boyfriend partner) with an exhaustingly girlish lisp. Paul handed him a ten dollar bill, "Yeth sir-r. For the moo-vies?" He nodded and the boy gave him five in return with a casual wink. "Enn-joy!" Approaching the door, the buzzer went off allowing Paul access.

Paul's eyes struggled to focus in the darkened theater interior; a small cloud of smoke was pushed around by a noisy stand up fan in the far corner. To the right within an inexpensive glass case, a low wattage fluorescent bulb helped to showcase the available videos now showing on channels 1 through 40. He paid them little attention and began walking down the dimly lit aisles, a labyrinth of plywood booths or stalls painted flat black.

Several decently dressed men loitered against the far walls, smoking and waiting for the right person. Paul couldn't discern for the life of him whether they wanted a blowjob or wanted to give one. Again, Paul never felt threatened by them, he assumed most men, like himself were here to get away from the wives, aroused by the movie choices and peacefully masturbate.

Half the available doors were closed, the vacant units doors were partially open, and the bluish TV's incandescent glow filled the tiny booth's interior. Paul found a booth, second from the very back and peered inside. A few wadded balls of Kleenex were tossed in the far corner, the seat looked fairly clean and the volume/channel selector worked just fine.

Paul slid the dead bolt across securely, settled in, feeling a sense of privacy and aloneness and began switching through the myriad of x-rated films. Starting at the lower channels, they seemed to be somewhat organized by category. The first 10 were basic erotic couplings, fucking and sucking, threesomes, anal and the latest titles out. The next 10 or 15 were strictly gay men, 3 transsexual films, about 7 lesbian and finished with a mixture of light bondage and foreign flicks. Quite an assortment for five bucks and no time limit.

Masturbating for the camera, a well endowed Brazilian shemale stroked her uncut cock, swaying its tip and pulling back the skin too close to the lens. She was pretty but Paul noticed her masculine arms and Adams apple as she ejaculated very clear almost invisible sperm. 

Two gorgeous women writhed in unison atop a lush bed, connected by a sleek double dildo. The camera zeroed in on the black ribbed toy as it moved their inner lips back and forth, both sets of fingers busily massaging their clits. Paul's cock began to stiffen and press against Gwen's panties. He'd almost forgotten that he was wearing them and as he grew, they tightened around his genitals erotically.

Suspended from a ceiling beam, a young woman, naked except for a thong was being whipped with a cat o nine tails by a large breasted Mistress type dressed in black high heels and pantyhose. The scene was exciting but the blows weren't real, the slave girl moaning in pain before the whip actually hit. Their conversation was well done, the slave was properly humiliated and the dyke worked her over mentally. Paul undid his belt.

In a lush jungle setting a cloud of white shaving cream covered her mons area, legs splayed widely the woman about to be shaved watched, hypnotized by the pearl handled razor making contact. Obviously a high quality film, the excellent and colorful photography combined birds in the distant background creating a natural setting. The small framed nude girl leaned in close, carefully swiping along nether lips with short gentle strokes, swishing away the foam in a nearby clay basin of water. Pouring warm water to cleanse her, the woman's bald cunt looked magnificent with fat pouting labia, applying droplets of soothing oil, the girl massaged around the bare vagina, closely inspecting her work the recipient pleasurably moaning aloud. 

Paul stood; unzipped and let his shorts fall to the floor. Cool air surrounded Gwen's panties, Paul reached around to massage his tight butt cheeks, fondle his shaved balls and feel along the sides of a hardon, all neatly and firmly held with her soft undies. Paul sat down as the vignette continued, a handsome man was now nestled between the woman's thighs, artfully tattooing an exotic flower that would cover her labial folds. She lightly screamed from the indelible markings. Such pain and pleasure! Paul's cock begged for release, fingers dipped under the lacy waistband and grasped his swollen member.

Just as Paul was about to remove Gwen's panties, a sudden movement from the right wall startled him. A large erect penis pushed through the round opening and quivered in the TV's soft lighting. Paul's mouth went dry, he'd completely forgotten about the glory holes, as they called them that were placed in many of these booths.

Stunned, his first reaction was: hey I'm not queer or anything which quickly changed to a complete appreciation of the magnificent cock bobbing in midair. It looked peculiar, protruding from the black wall, seemingly unattached to a body but its masculine beauty drew his attention. The cock was thick and pinkish with an enormous mushroom shaped head and it wanted to be sucked…by Paul. He swallowed, gently reaching down to touch the strangers cock. The shaft was hard and warm with unbelievably soft outer skin and Paul lightly fingered the head amazed at the sponginess. 

With the movie temporarily forgotten, Paul knelt, grasped the base of the penis and kissed the tip. A husky moan emanated from the other side and Paul suddenly felt amorous and in control, the cock was his to do as he pleased. The man on the other side of this wall was anonymous, he couldn't see Paul, didn't know him and Paul felt sexually empowered and free. 

Licking along the front, Paul's tongue labored around the girth tasting the clean masculine scent. He closed his lips around the large head and moved his mouth down several inches, feeling the cock strain and throb against his tongue. Paul did what was natural, trying to copy what he liked and experimenting with this bulbous cock was fun. Orchestral music played from the movie and Paul concentrated on a rhythm designed to drive the man crazy and bring him to a glorious orgasm.

Paul lapped and sucked with fervor, wetly kissing the underside, alternately jacking off the saliva coated, and fleshy pole. Minutes passed, Paul's jaw began to tire, gagging reflexively from its enormity. The man's cock pulsated noticeably and Paul thought he heard, "That's it…yeah…like that…" Vacuum sucking the top Paul used a simple bobbing motion, simultaneously pistoning the skin up and down…quicker now.

The erection's core was like steel and Paul felt its bulbous head swell within his mouth. A deep animalistic groan sounded and the mystery man jettisoned his pent up load of warm semen into Paul's awaiting cavity. He spasmed bursts of the copious male essence cascaded over Paul's tongue filling his mouth with salty dream.

Paul wanted to swallow, to somehow connect and complete the act but couldn't quite break that barrier. Still holding the hard prick, Paul leaned over and quietly emptied a full fluid mouthful into the corner. In the dimly lit stall Paul admired the satisfied penis, its cap a deep magenta, almost purple. Knowingly he stroked the rigid stalk eliciting another ecstatic moan and milked a lovely drop of white cum from within. Lapping the residue, Paul felt the man shiver, appreciating the ultra sensitivity that he must feel.

Slowly the cock withdrew and Paul returned to his seat, out of breath and excited about what had just transpired, absently glancing at the screen and the new chapter playing. With all the exertion and excitement Paul realized he'd leaked sufficient pre-cum, turning Gwen's panties into a sticky mess.

The black haired beauty straddled one stud, impaling herself on his long shaft; he playfully tugged her hanging nipples. Another stud moved behind, swiftly burying his fat, oiled erection into her asshole. She quivered and moaned while doubly penetrated.

Freed from the confines of Gwen's panties, Paul's cock stood tall and shiny and oh-so ready to explode. The taste of the man's sperm lingered in his mouth, Paul masturbated furiously, his wrist a blur moving heated skin up and down his smooth hard-on. There would be no teasing. Not now. Faster.

On the screen the men deeply worked her orifices, sadistically slapping her fleshy ass, their tandem cocks wetly pummeling her holes, stretching her limits delightfully. Her pretty face etched with raw pleasure…nearing orgasm.

Suddenly Paul stood and aimed his cock towards the corner. A spectacular feeling rippled across his soul, wads of thick, cream shot like a rocket against the wall over a foot away and he groaned deeply, not caring who heard. Waves of ecstatic release pushed upwards from tight balls, a seemingly endless stream of boiling liquid emerged, spewing unceremoniously onto the stained floor.

Paul's heart pounding orgasm ebbed, he numbly returned to the plastic seat, flushed and gratified. The reality of the filthy surroundings prevented Paul to languish here, reveling within the sweet bliss of self-pleasure. Re-arranging his clothing in the tight space Paul checked, making sure the keys or his wallet had not tumbled out, composed himself with a deep breath and unlatched the door.

Directly across the aisle a middle aged man with very short hair and glasses casually flicked the ashes off his cigarette onto the floor and glanced at Paul's crotch, as if there were some tell tale sign or something he could detect. Before leaving the darkened theater area, Paul noted the title of the movie he'd been enthralled with. Definitely a rental, likely a purchase.

Paul's eyes re-struggled to focus in the brightly lit store and he walked directly to the DVD section titled: New Releases, finding the explicit, colorful cover for $39.99. Giddy with shopping Paul rifled through the intimate lingerie selecting two thongs, one jet black and the other a light powder blue. His hands trembled excitedly amongst the high cut panties, choosing an assortment of silky under things. The negligees were fashionably tempting and expensive and Paul wasn't quite ready for that…at least…not yet.

"Will that be all?" The bald Harley looking man politely asked; serpentine tattoos covered his arms and shoulders, exposed by the black sleeveless tee shirt. Happy with his purchases Paul stepped out into the sweltering heat. The car was like an oven and he reeked of tobacco smoke so Paul put all the windows down, cranked up the music and drove off, feeling free.

Paul stopped at the post office, picked up his dry cleaning and browsed through the grocery store for essentials, he'd already decided on calling out for pizza later tonight.

During the lazy afternoon and early evening Paul felt inspired to write more of the continuing story that included the fantasy slave Alicia, dozing on and off during an old black and white movie. Paul phoned in the order, ducked into the shower and decision time came while drying off: just which of these feminine items will he wear first? Gwen's panties had been hand washed and those were for…well…special occasions. 

Carefully removing the tags, naughty Paul stepped into a soft pair of beige, high cut panties, pulling the sheer fabric snugly around his crotch and hips. So comfortable! Caressing his balls, the panties hugged Paul's derriere like a second skin. Pirouetting in the mirror, he liked the look, his penis bulged in the front sexily but he was no Gwen, hairy and manly. Yet, the panties made him feel…different, aroused and tapping into another…

The door bell rung, Paul hastened into a pair of Dockers shorts and threw on a rumpled shirt to retrieve the greasy, scrumptious, indulgent dinner. 

Stripped to panties, Paul sipped from the cold beer at the keyboard:

Alicia's heart raced with anticipation and love for Mistress as She awaited in the bedroom. Hair primly pulled back, she adjusted the leather collar proudly displaying "SLAVE". Alicia flushed at the prospect of seeing Her. Alone in the private, decadent bathroom, Alicia tweaked her nipples, silently wishing them to remain erect for Mistress's delight. The beige high cut panties were a gift to be worn this evening. Alicia's fingertips lewdly trickled along her covered privates, the scent of arousal shamefully evident.


Paul's Panties



 Mistress sat at the marble dressing table brushing her long hair and Alicia quietly padded across the room, obediently standing to Her side, eyes downcast knowing She could see the slave in the mirror.

 "Well…good evening slave. I see you're wearing My gift. Do you like them pet?"

 "Yes Mistress. Do I please Thee?" Mistress turned slowly, Her short black nightdress opening at the top. Alicia longed to stare at the marvelous alabaster breasts, struggling to keep her eyes looking down.

 "Turn around pet. Let's see your back now." Perfectly manicured nails traced the criss-crossing pinkish lines across the middle expanse of Alicia's back. Two days ago they had been angry red welts, tamed now, healed with the help of Mistress's special replenishing balm.

 "Ahh…much better pet. I love you pet but Mistress felt it necessary to mark you. Such an incorrigible slut. Why are so intent on disobeying Me?"

 "Thank You Mistress. I am an incorrigible slut, perhaps that is why I need You.

 "Remove your panties and bend forward Alicia girl." Alicia's thumbs hooked into the lacy waistband, quickly pulling them down and off, her naked derriere pointed shamelessly for Mistress's inspection.

 "God…you're wet." A finger easily slipped between Alicia's slick, clean shaven folds. Mistress's digit probed Her property at leisure.

 "Thank You Mistress…y-y-you…make this one wet."

 A sharp, stinging slap struck Alicia's ass. "Face Me now slave." Alicia straightened and turned to see Mistress's beautiful green eyes that could turn her into butter.

 "I love You Mistress. So much."

 "I know you do pretty one. Come closer." Long fingers dipped into the nearby tumbler of sparkling water, fishing out an ice cube. Smiling, Mistress daubed the small frozen block around Alicia's areolas, each nipple reacting, involuntarily stirring erect. Each a darker brown and crinkled.

 Patting them dry with a dark blue facecloth, Mistress pulled them outward wickedly and while extended reached for the clamps laying upon the table. Squeezing and opening the devices to their widest, Mistress placed the rubber tips onto each of Alicia's hardened nipples. The merciless springs bit the tenderized points, sending a sharp, electric wave of pain through Alicia's breasts and into her cunt.

 "Better pet?"

 "Oh-h. Yes-s-s. Thank You Mistress…"

 Paul's hardon stirred, fluttering inside the panties. Stretching and loosening his fingers, he sipped the beer and thought of the two or three variations he had in mind for Alicia and then…another thought: Gwen! What're you doing tonight? It's 9:30…out dancing? With Friends? Saturday night and home? Hmmm, doubt that. Should I call her? Yeah, why not? Tell her about the encounter inside the theater…she'd like to hear about that…I think…anyway…

 After the third ring, Paul composed a concise message to leave on his friend's voice mail. "Hell-o Paul." Gwen answered, "What a surprise. What'r-r-r you up to tonight?" Paul detected the slur in her voice.

"Ahh…not much. Relaxing, doing a little writing. Was just thinking about you and wondering what you were up to tonight. Ahh…is this a good time to call?"

Gwen giggled, "I have company…" Her voice sounded comical, "Elizabeth is…okay…sorry…Beth is here. We're…umm just sharin' this pitcher of lovely margarita concoction…that…umm, she made. It's so-o-o smooth and good and…what's that?" Gwen continued her silly giggling and sharing conversation with Paul and Beth at the same time. "Hell-l-l girl…you don't need to ask!"

"Okay…look. You've got company. I don't want to interrupt or anything. I can call back tomorrow Gwen."

Gwen's voice lowered, "No, no! It's okay Paul sweetie. She's gone to pee. Is everythin' okay with you?"

"Oh yeah. Same old work and everything…I'm okay…"

"Paul dear, I am gonna let you go but I have to tell you about Beth. Oh God Paul…she's a fuckin' dreamboat! We met…a coupla weeks ago. She's about my age…black…and sexy…"

"Wow. She sounds like your type…for sure…" Paul answered in a positive voice and surprised at the silly pang of jealousy he experienced.

"You're funny!" Gwen giggled, "Guess I attract lots of types. Don't I Paul? Hey…these drinks are good…I feel good…"

"Hmm…I thought you sound a little tipsy…who the hell cares? It's the weekend, right?"

"Tipsy…ha ha ha…haven't heard that word in awhile. But look…Paul…I hafta tell you…somethin'…"

"Do tell."

"She…Beth…said she was going to spank me and I played along…you know…tellin' her what a bad girl I've been and then she got more serious about it. She said that she'd really, really spank me hard…and maybe tie me to the bed and…"

Paul's pulse quickened and took another sip of beer. Oh God. Gwen…and Beth…playing bondage games. His imagination ran wild picturing them, his boner ached splendidly.

"Paul baby…I'll call you….later…k? Kisses…" Click.

Stunned, Paul sat with a shit eating grin and placed the cel phone down. I do want to tell Gwen about today and what happened and what I felt. E-mail will work.

Dear Gwen,

 I had quite a day…

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 ~To Be Continued~

Next: Meeting Beth