Mayhaps M'Lady Pt. 05

He held her in his arms. She wore a short skirt, no hose, a pair of Vanity Fair full-cut panties, a pair of black and white saddle shoes, bobby socks, a cashmere pink sweater. Her skirt was just below her panty line, her sweater exposed her tanned cleavage.

He wore a pair of black slacks, a leather belt with a gold belt buckle, a black t-shirt, and a black blazer. He put her on the bed and stared at her. Her legs opened gifting him with a delicious view of her warm panty covered pussy, her tanned thighs, and her soft warm ass. He dropped his pants and masturbated.

She opened her sweater and her breasts fell out, heavy and milk-filled. She opened her legs and slid forward to gather the light material of her skirt up under her ass leaving her exposed. She watched him stroking himself, he never looked her in the eyes, not for a long time, and when he finally did, she laughed and opened her legs in a wide V and pulls her VFs taut against her pussy. He could see the silky panel dampening.

He kneeled down at the foot of the bed and moved swiftly into position.

"Let go," he said. "I'm not in any hurry."

He meant it. He began with soft, sensitive kisses on the front panel of her panties. He kissed her thighs with soft lips, he imagined each kiss left an imprint on her. He paused with his lips pressed against the front of her panties, perpendicular across her vertical slit, and he pressed there, slowly depressing her panty-covered pussy with his big lips. She let him. She opened up and lifted up her bottom to meet his mouth.

He pressed the side of his cheek against the same location, rolled from one cheek, past his nose and mouth, unto the other cheek, and back and forth, smothering his face with her scent. He wanted to smell like her. He wanted to wear her like a perfume.

He dragged his nose up and down her slit, from her asshole to her mons pubis, planting soft, intermittent kisses wherever flesh was closest to his lips. And he moaned and sighed with pleasure. It was an homage to her pussy and he said words like, "I can feel your heat," and "I see how wet you are," or "I know you want to show me."

And she wanted to show him. She spread herself as open as she knew how and she added deep moans and enthusiastic "yesses" to underscore her point. "Eat my pussy like you wish you had one," she said to him.

And he did. He imagined her pussy was his and he stopped trying to "perform" and started investigating. He touched her, pressed against her, pushed her, slid inside her, kissed her, pushed her panties inside her, along her slit, into her asshole, and fingered her with them. He did this without purpose, it was playful and experimental, he would ask questions, "What about this," he'd ask. And then, he'd seesaw the front panel of her panties along her slit and clit... gently... then with pressure, then open the panel and press it against her under the palm of his hand. Transitioning between different attempts without warning or without urgency, just enjoying listening and paying attention to her responses.

He pulled off her panties after a full episode's worth of "The Comeback" that was on in the background. He knelt on the bed and brought her panties to his face and kissed, licked, sucked, and inhaled them as he masturbated.

"Thank you," he kept repeating and she loved every minute.

"Put them on," she said. And he did. They were exquisite and he'd found his happy place.

He resumed his slow and tedious devouring of her pussy. He met her wet lips with his own big wet lips and he kissed her with an open mouth and used his tongue, lips, and mouth along with his moaning throat to invade her pussy. She opened up and lifted her ass off the bed and he licked her asshole and kissed her asshole and swore total obedience to her if she would continue to use him for her pleasure.

"Lick me everywhere," she said in response. "Use my pussy for your discovery," she pushed. "Your mouth feels wonderful."

He used his mouth like a vacuum with a long wet tongue extending from its hose. He hoovered her pussy, licked it, tongue fucked it and her asshole and perineum and she pushed herself against his hungry mouth demanding more obedience.

"Service me you pussy licking bitch," she said.

And he did. He was inspired. His whole face was wet from her excretions. He wanted to be covered in her cum. He finger fucked her and he would lick his fingers. Not just licking them, deep throating them and then reinserting them going back for more.

He jacked his cock off under her panties the whole time. He sometimes rubbed himself, the way he imagined women do over their panties. His rock hard cock informed his mouth and he pulled his out from his panties and began to rub the tip of his clean-shaven and cut beautiful cock up and down her wet slit. He would soak his tip in her cum and put his cock in her mouth. Then he would kiss her mouth. He would repeat this, over and over, at times inserting his whole cock inside her pussy and having her suck his whole cock into her mouth and then he'd kiss her.

They did this over and over until after about 5 times, when he took his cock from her mouth and before he kissed her he accidentally ejaculated three short bursts of precum onto her lips. He licked up his ejaculate and then kissed her.

"I want you to cum in my panties," she said.

She had him lie on his back and she straddled his head so she could brace herself with the headboard. She ground herself, from her asshole to her clit and everywhere in between, with her knees on either side of his head, and she told him to cum into her panties.

"Make love to my cunt," she said. "Service me," she said. "Tell me what you want to do," she demanded.

"I want to cum in my panties," he said.

"Your panties?" she asked.

"Your panties," he tried to correct himself, but it was too late.

"Yes my little pantyboy," she called him. "Cum in your panties pantyboy. Lick my asshole pantyboy. Lick my asshole and cum in your panties little pantyboy."

"Oh god yes," he said. "I'm a pantyboy and I love your asshole. I love your smooth clean asshole on my mouth."

She ground her asshole onto his mouth. She felt his slick, warm tongue slathering, she felt his wet lips puckering, opening, and sliding all over her asshole, she felt his slippery mouth working her. She felt his fingers in her pussy and she grabbed his hair and reached behind her and pulled on his jaw so that she could fit his whole head inside her.

"I love your mouth," she said. "Cum for me sissyboy."

The word sissyboy spurned him forward. How did she know the word Sissy? Did she know about him? He didn't care he wanted to be her sissy.

He began to hump against the soft gossamer material of his panties and spread his legs. He wanted to show her what a sissy he really was. He spread his legs and moaned like a whore. She'd never heard a man moan like that. A man had deep groans and grunts, he sounded like a girl. His hips were humping his hand like a whore does in porn videos. He looked and sounded like a slut. His mouth seemed to amplify suddenly.

She was clamping down on his head and forcing his wet mouth, smashing it into her wet pussy and she began fingering herself.

"Rub your clit," she said. "Rub your clit and cum for me sissy."

He was lost in dreamland. He held his legs wide open, he felt her wet pussy slobbering all over his mouth and he felt her weight and strength as she had him in a vice-like grip. He spread himself wide and began to beg like a whore for her to let him cum.

"Please let me cum," he repeated.

"Cum for me sissy, cum, cum, cum," she repeated over and over until he did.

She pulled his panties over his cock and forced his ejaculate to spill itself within the confines of her VF panties. She took them off him and the put them in his mouth.

"Eat your cum," she said. "Eat your cum sissy, because that is the way every ejaculation will end with. You eating your own sperm.

He'd done this before but this was beyond comprehension. How did she know? He licked her panties clean of his sperm. It was warm and wet and he loved how it made him feel. He didn't honestly taste it, he wouldn't let his olfactory senses sense the taste or smell. He was aroused by the humiliation. He loved submitting to her. He was struck silent trying to figure out how she knew.

"My husband was a closet sissy," she admitted later during their cuddling.

They were both wearing panties. She told him he'd need to shave from now on. You can use depilatory cream, it's better, faster, more effective, thorough.

"I don't want to move too fast," she said. "You are permitted to wear panties everyday, but only if you are completely smooth, no strays or stubble. If you want to continue this, you need to put in the work. I know you probably want to suck cock, if you haven't already, and we can exploit that, but for now, only panties and smooth below the waist. If I catch you in panties, and find you are not immaculately smooth, I will cut you off completely."

"Try to move beyond these parameters," she continued. "I'll cut you off. You'll get to eat as much cum as you can produce. You should consider starting to collect and freeze your own. We can use that in our play. I need to be fucked, and clearly you can fuck, so when I say no, then you can't use panties. I want to be fucked. I can handle your smooth lower body, I actually like that. You have a great lower body, and smooth is sexy. I can humiliate you while you're fucking me, but I want you to use me too. I want you to treat me like a whore during those times too. We can both be whores."

He was in heaven. He couldn't believe she was real, but as they cuddled together, each in their own panties, he couldn't resist relishing the moment.