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Of all my vices, by far my biggest is your pussy. Your gorgeous, juicy, tight, wet pussy. Fuck I love it. Just thinking about it makes my cock hard. I love how it looks. I love how it feels. I love how it tastes, I love how it smells. Its intoxicating female essence sets off an explosion of pure lust in me, triggering my animal instincts and my most filthy, primal urges. I think I’m half addicted to it.

You have no idea how often I seek out a pair of your worn panties just to press them to my nose and inhale deeply on your sex, my mind racing with thoughts that your juicy fat labia were pressed up against this very strip of material I’m now shamelessly sniffing as I fap my rock solid pole.

I love it when there is a particularly strong, super charged, super sexed smell to them. I like to imagine you feeling horny while you’re wearing them, juicing up as you press your thighs together secretly to enjoy the delicious tingle, aware of the growing dampness seeping into the knickers that I’m now using as a mastabatory aid. My lust-crazed mind races with curiosity about what got you horny. What were you thinking? What goes through that head of yours when you get all wet and horny like that to leave me such a sexy mess? What secrets are you keeping? I tease myself rotten as I pump away at my throbbing cock, drinking in the odour of your deepest intimacies like an addict until I cum, spraying my unbridled desire for you with a cry as your pheromones carry me to ecstasy. That’s what just the second-hand scent of your cunny does to me. It’s better than any porn.

Sometimes I fantasise about you catching me in the act. You might stand and watch a moment, taking in the sight of me furiously pumping my rock-hard pole in my hand with a pair of your knickers pressed to my face, moaning loudly. When you’ve seen enough, you clear your throat. “Am I interrupting something, you dirty boy?” you purr. You take delicious pleasure in the way I visibly jump, dropping your panties, my face a picture of surprise, embarrassment, shame… and desire. Because yes, I’m blushing alright. But mostly with need.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you tease. As if you need to ask. I try to stammer some pathetic excuse but you just give me a wicked smile, walking over to where I’m sat and pushing me back onto the bed. “What were you doing with these?” you ask, picking up your knickers and dangling them tantalisingly close to my face, your sparkling eyes mocking me with the power you have in this situation. “Sniffing them again? Sniffing me? Sniffing my fanny” My cock jerks violently underneath you, and you lower your crotch down onto mine, grinding deliciously against my rigid length. “Mmm it seems to have done the trick,” you say approvingly, humping my prick slowly. “But what have I told you? If you want my pussy – if you want to smell and taste the real thing, not some day-old stains in my knickers, you only have to ask.” Your grinding on my horny cock intensifies, and by now I’m groaning helplessly underneath you.

“What are we going to do to get the message through to you, hey? Actually, I have an idea.” Biting your lip, you undo by belt and slip it off through the loops. Then taking my hands, you reach them up above my head – all the while still applying that sumptuous pressure to my cock – and use my belt to secure my wrists to the headboard. Satisfied I’m well tied up, you scrunch the knickers I was wanking over into a ball. “Open wide,” you giggle, and you ram them into my mouth, gagging me with my illicit prize.

“Now then,” you whisper, finally stopping your gyrations on my lap and lifting your weight off my aching cock. “Now that you can’t misbehave anymore, let’s see which you prefer – my day old knickers, or my fresh, wet, juicy cunt.” My cock spasms like a flagpole in a gale at the way you seductively spit out this final word, wide-eyed with surprise at you even using that word, feeling precum stream from the tip of my quivering cock as I just about hold myself from cumming.

You stand up and over me, one leg either side of my head, giving me a bird’s eye view straight up your dress. Swaying ever so slightly from side to side, you hitch up your skirt and hook your fingers into your tights, slowly, sensually, deliberately starting to peel them down your bottom and your thighs. It takes what seems like an eternity for you to tug them all the way down to your ankles, your head stooped down close enough to mine for you to give me a peck on the forehead with a giggle.

Finally freeing yourself of your tights, you stand up straight again, my line of sight now filled with your bare calves, knees, thighs and, coming together at the head of the valley at the top, today’s pair of knickers hiding the treasures within. “I have a confession to make, actually” you announce. “You’re not the only one who’s been a bit naughty today. I’ve been feeling really horny, too. And… well, let’s see what you think.”

With one fluid movement, you squat down, still holding your dress up around your waist, legs parting so I can see the full curve of your pussy mound as it charges towards me – and then stops. Inches from my face. I can smell you, oh god oh fuck I can smell you, fresh and wet. My cock goes into overdrive, throbbing close to painfully, more precum dribbling out of me. There’s a visible wet patch on your knickers.

“So, what do you think? Oh silly me, I forgot – you can’t talk because yesterday’s knickers are stuffed in your mouth,” you giggle. “What do you think of these, huh? Wishing you could swap them? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you dirty bastard. My fresh, wet knickers in your mouth… I bet you’d beg me for them if you could…”

You shift position onto your knees, one leg either side of my head, taking care to keep your crotch just out of reach over my face, and lift your dress up and off over your head. Now you’re kneeling over my face in just your bra and knickers. “So I’m guessing you’re wondering why I’m so wet, huh? Well like I say, I’ve been feeling really horny all afternoon. The truth is… well, something happened. You see, I was out on my dinner break. There was a queue and I was stood behind this guy… this really good looking, younger guy.” My eyes widen as I watch your hands begin wandering slowly and teasingly over your body, touching yourself as you mention this handsome stranger.

“He started talking to me. Just being friendly, I thought, passing the time while we waited. He asked me about what I liked to order, where I worked, if I came there often… and then I twigged. He was flirting with me! He was actually chatting me up on the street while I waited to order a halloumi wrap!” Your hands tease over your tits and brush gently over the waistband of your knickers as you talk. “And I’m not going to lie – it felt really, really good. He was fit. Fuckably fit. Late 20s maybe, tall, slim, gorgeous boyish smile. And they way he looked at me as he talked… fuck it turned me on.” By now your hips are swaying gently again in slow circles, your breath catching a little as you let your fingers wander further down, touching yourself through the fabric of your panties a couple of inches from my face.

“I tried to act like I didn’t have a clue what was going on but I’m sure I was blushing. Eventually the queue went down and when it came to his turn, he even stepped out of the way and said ‘pretty ladies first’ – cheesy I know, but coming from him I didn’t care. He even offered to pay for my dinner – can you believe that?” By now you are rubbing your clit pretty hard through your knickers and I swear I can see the wet patch growing.

“Of course, I didn’t let him. I didn’t really know what to do or say to be honest, so I blurted out my order and tried to pretend my attention was on the guy asking me what salad and sauces I wanted. But I could feel his eyes on me… I could just tell his eyes were wandering all over my body as I stood there with my back turned to him, all over my bum, my legs… and I really, really liked it.”

With a sudden impatient movement you quickly stuff your hand down the front of your knickers and begin to rub your clit without the impediment of the material in your way, letting out a low groan of pleasure at the change of sensation. “I stood to the side waiting for my order, butterflies in my tummy wondering if he’d continue the conversation once he’d placed his. And sure enough he came straight over.

“He made some small talk about my choice of wrap, and then – oh god…” You lean forward and brace yourself on your free arm as you plunge your fingers into your wet pussy, still taking care to hover just above my face, bucking your hips slightly as you masturbate to the retelling of this story. “Then he asked if he couldn’t buy me lunch, could he buy me a drink after work, maybe a meal. I must have flushed bright red, I told him it was nice of him and I was flattered but I was married… but he just… oh shit, mmm…”

You’re really working your hips now, as if your grinding against something imaginary, pumping your fingers in and out of yourself with faster and faster strokes, plunging them deeper and deeper into yourself, your breath a little ragged and breaking up your speech.

“He just… mmmm… gave me this smile… this… oh god… really sexy smile. “I know”, he said, “I saw your ring…” then he leant in really close… oh yes… I could smell him, fuck he smelled good… and he whispered in my ear… oh holy fuck…” You throw back your head and let out a long cry of pleasure that I recognise as a tell that you’re not far off cumming. “And he whispered… “I’ve heard married women fuck the best… and you look like you’d prove that right… oh my fucking GOD, MMMMMM….”

Without warning you take your hand out your knickers, drag the pair gagging me out my mouth and, frantically pulling the panties you are wearing to one side, replace them with your pink, slick pussy lips. “Eat me,” you order in a voice that will not countenance resistance. “Eat me you dirty bastard.”

I am immediately engulfed in a world of your arousal – the taste, the scent, the feel of you at maximum horny filling up my senses and smothering me in unbridled desire. You don’t say anything more, nothing coherent anyway – you simply ride my face hard, taking a pleasure that I can tell must have been pent up inside you all day on my eager lips, giving free rein to your lust. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit like an electric shock – screaming your pleasure at the heavens as I am muted by the hot, wet centre of your need.

When the last spasm of your pleasure fades, you finally lift your cunny off my face. I feel a pang of regret being separated from the source of so much of my pleasure. I would quite happily drown in the ocean of your sex.

You untie my hands and place them around yourself, lying down next to me for a post-orgasm snuggle. “Better than my knickers?” you purr, rubbing your body up against me seductively.

“God yes… you have no idea. But you didn’t finish your story…?”

You climb on top of me, biting your lip and looking down at me with fuck me eyes as you rub your soaking slit along my still throbbing shaft. “Oh, my wrap was ready. I made my excuses and walked away. But I reckon you’d like to know what I’ve been fantasising about him doing to me all afternoon, wouldn’t you…?”

NSFW: yes

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