I met my girlfriend Rebecca a while ago at a football watch party with a bunch of friends and their friends. I had noticed her and how beautiful she was, but she was way out of my league. She was tall and athletic, but with some thickness still, and with long, dark, straight red hair. She was wearing it down, and it reached past her 36D breasts. Taking in the sight of her made me catch my breath.

I caught myself staring at her and wondering what kind of panties she was wearing underneath her silky black tights. There was a great-looking VPL going on, and now and then, she would lean forward, laughing at something someone said or reach forward for a snack from the couch, affording a tantalizing glimpse of panties sticking out from her waistband because her t-shirt wasn’t quite long enough to cover all her midriff. I was wearing cute little sissy white nylon bikini panties that day with lace trim around the waist and legs underneath my normal clothes. My little dick felt so warm and snug inside them, being rubbed with every movement I made. I imagined how it would feel inside her panties she wore.

She must have noticed me staring as well, because before I knew it, she was standing in front of me with a smirk curling her luscious red lips.

“Hey, what’s your name?” she asked.

“Ummm, John,” I stuttered a reply.

The rest is, as they say, history. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she had targeted me, sizing me up with the cunning of an expert predator. She may have even known I was a pantyboy just by looking at me.

Rebecca is very dominant, and everyone can tell everywhere we go. She’s always telling me what to do and ordering food wherever we go for me.

The first time we made out, she was so aggressive, shoving her tongue down my throat while straddling my torso and easily holding both my hands above my head with one arm.

The other arm was creeping down to my crotch, and I was so into her dominating me, I didn’t even think about the panties I was wearing. She had reached down into my pants and immediately knew what I was.

“Ah ha! I knew it!” she chirped victoriously.

“You’re a little sissy panty boy!” she continued.

I wriggled, trying to break free but she easily held me in place and started rubbing my little dick through my panties. I had already tented my panties and could feel cum boiling up with only her few strokes.

“Take off your clothes, but leave your panties on,” she ordered.

I hesitated, but she grabbed my balls and started squeezing in order to gain compliance.

“NOW,” she continued.

“Yes, ma’am,” I squeaked a reply.

I immediately began taking off my shirt, shorts, and shoes and stood there in only my panties with my head down while she surveyed me. She chuckled while looking me up and down.

I was wearing pastel yellow brief nylon panties with bows that day, and there was already a wet spot seeping through the front of my pantied tent.

“Awww, it’s so cute!” she teased.

“Is little Johnny hard for mommy? Is he going to make cummies for mommy just from some rubbing?” she continued.

I could only stand there in shock, wondering at the events that had just happened. She was still fully clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed, while I stood in front of her in only my panties. I was so turned on, though, with the way she was speaking to me with her mommy voice. I couldn’t believe it, but I was on the verge of cumming in my panties right then and there.

She stood, pushing me back. Slowly, she removed her shirt, revealing her ample tits held in check by a white lacy bra. When I saw this, I felt a jolt run through my crotch, and I leaked some more through my panties. She continued, pulling down her shorts slowly and sensuously like a stripper with her ass pointed right at me. She was wearing purple satin bikini panties and they hugged her ass as she bent over.

I was trembling now at the goddess in front of me. The front of my panties was drenched in precum now, and it felt like any movement on my part would cause me to erupt in my panties in front of her. She could see my trembling and continued a sexy dance in front of me.

“Do you like what you see, my little pantyboy Johnny?” she teased.

“Does little Johnny want to make cummies for mommy? Well, tell me you do then,” she said.

I was too far gone at this point in lust and didn’t even register that she was taking the dominant mommy role.

“Yes, mommy, please, please, I want to make cummies for you. Please let me fuck you,” I said.

“Oh no”, she replied.

“Little pantyboys don’t get to fuck beautiful red headed mommy’s unless they’ve earned it, and all you’ve done is sit there in your panties with your tiny dick and made messies with your pre-cummies”, she continued.

At this, with her speaking this way to me in this tone of voice, treating me like this, calling me a small dicked pantyboy, I couldn’t control myself anymore. My body convulsed and I spurted load after sissy load into my panties, completely hands free while she stood there and began uproariously laughing at me.

“Good boy! Make cummies for mommy in your sissy panties, pantyboy!” she yelled in triumph.

At this she stepped forward and used one hand to rub all the cum in my panties around, making everything slippery in my panties from the tip of my tiny dick down to my balls. The additional rubbing right after cumming sent electric shocks through my body and I struggled to remain standing.

“Now my good boy, prove to me you deserve to fuck me. If you’re good, next time you might get a chance,” she said.

At this she brought her hand up to my mouth and one by one stuck her fingers in, full of my cum. I eagerly sucked and cleaned her fingers without having to be told. When I had sucked and licked them all clean, she let me collapse on the bed. We lay there side by side, her with a devilish grin, and me in post orgasm bliss.

“Now, before we go out tonight, I want you to clean the kitchen, do all the dishes by hand, then vacuum and mop my apartment. Do my laundry and clean the toilets too,” she demanded.

“Also, do all of it while just wearing your cummie panties. After you get done, we can meet with my girlfriends later. You’ll just have to wear your cummie panties all day for mommy. They should be nice and crusty and stick to your balls by then,” she said.

It was like she had done this before with other pantyboys, but I was beyond caring at this point, totally enthralled and in her control.

“My girlfriends all thought you were a pantyboy, and now we know for sure! Oh, the fun we’re going to have with you,” she said.

 

To Be Continued…?

*****

A Quick Jerk

Hubby, go ahead and start rubbing your tiny dick in your panties, I know you’re a good little boy and wearing them. Two fingers, just like last time, that’s all you need.

Don’t be mad, but I have to tell you about my boyfriend. Remember, we agreed to this since you can’t satisfy me in bed? He’s so much better than you. He’s tall, muscular, and has bronze skin. God, he looks like Adonis. Even before I met him, I knew I wanted him.

Seeing him at the gym, watching him workout, getting peeks of his ass, and oh my god, the elephant trunk in his shorts. All the girls in the gym stop what they’re doing when he’s there to watch him, especially when he’s flat on his back benching with legs spread wide and a huge mound in his shorts. All any of us girls can do when he’s like that is imagine being on top and going for a ride. I’ve masturbated so many times thinking about him, my wrist is sore. I fantasize about him every time you and I are intimate. It’s the only way I can get off with you. I daydream about him whenever you’re talking to me.

Finally, one day, I got the courage to approach him at the gym. He was friendly and even flirty; my wedding ring didn’t bother him at all. He suggested we meet outside the gym, and I jumped at the chance. We met at a coffee shop near his place. I was there early to make sure I didn’t miss him; I was so shy, but so incredibly turned on. I couldn’t stop thinking about the bulge in his crotch. He walked in the door and I swear my mouth and my pussy started salivating. He ordered me a drink, not even asking what I wanted. I got so turned on by being told what to do like that. We chatted for a while about anything and nothing, but I couldn’t stop staring at his bulging muscles and his bulging crotch. Finally, he turned the conversation the way I was hoping it would turn, asking me how I felt about being flirted with by someone not my husband. To tell you the truth, you were the last thing on my mind. I did a double-take and simply told him not to worry about little old you. He took my meaning, and then not long after, he took me.

His cock is so much bigger than yours! He’s softer than you are hard. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it. I was a virgin when we got married and I’d only ever seen your tiny dick before. He is a fire hose compared to your little shrimp. He’s made me cum so many times, he made me call him daddy and I loved it. I begged daddy to use me and fuck my brains out. My pussy soaks my panties just thinking about his cock. It’s at least 3 times as long and girthy as you. It splits me so wide I’d not even feel your tiny clitty going in.

Oh look, your tiny dicklet is straining so hard against those panties. It’s so small it won’t even poke out of the waistband. Poor little pantyboy. Oooo, I see some dribbles!

I can tell you’re close, but don’t cum yet. Just keep rubbing through your panties, dear. If you get too close you have my permission to stop, but if you accidentally leak, you have to pick it up with your finger and suck it clean then start again.

I can’t stop thinking about his huge rod slamming into me over and over again, touching me places you’ll never be able to. Him just slipping the tip in makes me cum. I moan like a whore when I’m with him, my legs shake, I can’t even speak sometimes other than scream in ecstasy. I am completely his fuck toy.

I don’t think I can ever go back to your tiny clitty honey. Maybe I’ll let you put it in sometimes, but I won’t feel it, and the whole time I’ll be thinking of his cock ramming into me and filling me up while you pump away uselessly. If you cum in me, you’re cleaning it up. Oh that gives me an idea….the next time he fucks me, I’ll have you clean my cummy pussy as soon as I get home, his scent still on me.

Oops! I see you made cummies in your panties! The thought of sucking his cum out must have sent you over the edge. Good Boy! Now take your hand and smear it all over your crotch so you have a nice crusty panty to walk around in the rest of the day. Also, don’t forget to suck all your fingers clean. Good boys who cum in their panties ALWAYS slurp up their cummies.

Now get ready, my girlfriends are coming over for drinks. You’d better hope I don’t get too tipsy and tell them all about my tiny cocked husband who cums in his panties thinking about the stud from the gym fucking his wife.

 

The End.

 

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