Panty boy Rick

I still remember the night I met my panty boy rick. I still chuckle at the thought of how we met three years ago. He belonged to a lesbian friend of mine. Our association is a constant reminder of how small this fetish world is. I think in the 16 years I've been around, my separation from anyone in the LA area is by one. After a dinner
party one night I went back to her house and there was this tall pretty faced man, which shocked me because well she is a lesbian. I
should have known there was more to him than a broad back and strong looking hands.

Fast forward three years to two weeks ago. I was answering e-mail on a personals site and there was a photo of a very familiar head. No
face just a hint of a profession and the top of his head. I e-mailed him, surprised to see he was advertising on the site as a dominant
male. We met the next night. I drove into Melrose and on a dark street I saw him walking towards me. God the same broad shoulders and
silhouette. I was wet at once knowing shortly those shoulders would be trapped beneath my knees his head held captive between my strong
thighs. I was very hungry for someone who knew how to satisfy a woman. I also knew a secret thanks to my friendship with his ex. Rick likes
to wear panties.

Hot and heavy the slut was just as horney as I was, he's an amazing kisser and knew just when to bend to my hand in his hair. There was
little argument, and even a beautiful muffled cry as my teeth sank over and over into the tender skin of his chest and nipples. I wondered
how long I could keep up my front before giving into my hungry cunt and fucking this man. Not long after this thought I found my panties
around my ankles and I was crawling up his long svelte body. He looked straight into my eyes daring me to try and mount his face. Instantly
the rope that had been intended for my wrists was, with a bit of a struggle, expertly tied about this smart asses wrists, confining them well
out of my way, above his head. Lest he break his beautiful walnut headboard, he would not struggle much. He and I both knew this and just
as quickly as I had bound him, he relaxed knowing I had him exactly where I had intended him to be since the first exchange of e-mail.

I whispered into his ear, "Think of it as me pleasing you, the way you TRULY like it", as I settled down upon his face, my wet cunt certain
to drown him if he was not careful of how he gasped for air. The scruff shadow upon his cheeks was heaven on my deprived pussy. His tongue
pleasured me and suddenly I cared not if he drowned or not. I needed this like I needed air. Fuck he knew what he was doing. After cumming
several times I needed water I stood, picked up my wet panties and inserted them into his gaping hole. His cock was rock hard and dancing as
he struggled with me walking about his house naked while his roomate was home. Water in hand I returned to find the slut unbound and
standing triumphant in my red lace panties. It was such a hot sight, part of me wanted to cut them from his body for inpatients. To teach him
a lesson by stripping him of what he desired, to show him who's in charge. Sigh, the other part (the part that was ultimately in charge of
this whole debaucherous evening) found the sight intensely erotic and he body fit them ... perfectly. His tight stomach was flat, the curve of
his hip bones made the lace lay just so that they appeared to have been made for him. And there straining under the thin satin fabric was my
next victim.

Setting the water down I called him to me, calmly, for the initial rage had subsided and insane sadistic hunger had taken hold of my mind once
again. I was going to hurt this little Judas, I knew he would be my panty slut now and for a good long time. Forever? Probably not, but he
did make a wonderful Mr. Right here and now. As I kissed and explored his body front and back I fought the urge to slice into his pale flesh
for a good long time, he writhed and wriggled as I teased and tickled every inch of his body. Surely he doesn’t think I am going to fuck him
yet? The night is still early, though we both were sweating messes two times over by now. I could smell his after shave as I raked my teeth
over the life serving veins in his neck. So close to the surface, so easy to crush with my fangs. I growled and his body tightened. His
trepidation fueled the hunger and I sank my teeth deep into his skin until I was sure if I continued I would taste that warm salty metallic
flavor of his blood.

I slowly eased the grip of my jaws and he folded there in my panties at my feet. Finally he was ready to submit. I had drawn from this head
strong switch that which I knew I could. A challenge yes, uncontrollable no. Just like animals, man can be controlled easily, as long as
you know what language their cock speaks. I just happened that this one spoke in panties and pain. The rest of the night is a blur of
floggers and rubber whips dancing upon his strong man hood and broad back and firm ass. It was humid and hot in his low ceilinged room. By
the time I was spent, I had had my fill of his mouth, hand and cock. His back was hot from my whip and his cock twinged every time I moved
and the air smelled of sex and sweat.

Already I am hungry for the next time he kneels before me, his mouth hungry. The panty boy is amazing and surely will be used to teach
others how to pleasure me. Soon.



Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
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