"Ma'am, I will choose to have you drop my class... I..." I surprised myself with that response, I didn't have anything else to follow up with. The awkward words hang as she steps back waiting for me to finish. "... it's too much. I need to keep my job." Her face offers nothing. Is she angry? Is she happy? Does she even care what I chose?
She turns and drops her panties into her gym bag and zips it up. "You should be proud of yourself Willy dilly ding dong. Most straight men would take the panties. Maybe I should have offered to let you have Dan's panties instead? Oh well." She packs up her laptop and throws the strap of her gym bag over her shoulder. "Watch this." She lifts her hand to the side of her mouth "Dan!!!"
Dan cracks the door and pokes his head inside. "Yes Ma'am?"
Veronica snaps her fingers and points to the floor next to me. Dan hurries in and kneels, looking up for further direction. "This one didn't want my soaking wet panties and it seems like such a waste to just toss them back in my gym bag..."
"Please Ma'am, may I have them? I'll do anything. Please?" Dan begs in sincere desperation.
"Have them? You can't be serious" Veronica seems amused by Dan's apparently ridiculous request. "You fuck up by calling me 'Miss Veronica' in front of a prospect, and still have the balls to ask if you can have my panties?" She places her hands on Dan's shoulders and swings her foot directly into his crotch causing him to collapse in agony. "Try again, bitch! Remember your purpose this time." Empathy pain causes my balls to crawl up inside my body.
Dan gingerly returns to his kneeling position while fighting through the pain. "I am very sorry for forgetting my purpose Ma'am. How may I be of use to you regarding your panties?"
"I just love how every man comes with a reset button between their legs. They say some stupid shit and BAM!" She punches her fist into her open palm. "Works like a charm every time." Veronica returns to her seat and crosses her legs. "Tell me Dandy, are you in any way attracted to men?"
"No Ma'am. I am not." Dan still groans in pain as he speaks.
"So no desire to suck a big fat weiner, right?"
"No ma'am." I'm not sure I like where this is heading.
"Perfect. What if I were to offer to let you take these wet panties home if you were to suck on Will's hairy cock? Would you accept?"
Dan blurts out with no hesitation "Yes Ma'am. Should I start now?" Dan looks at my crotch, up to my eyes, then back to Veronica.
Veronica puts her fists on her hips and turns her chin up. "Danny, did you forget you weren't gay? Straight boys are repulsed by the idea of tasting penis."
"I am straight Ma'am. I am only interested because you offered your panties."
"Hmmm, while I know you would do anything for a taste of my pussy, your response was a little too eager for someone that claims to be straight. I think it's time we explore this side of you. Don't you think?"
"As you wish Ma'am. Is your offer still on the table? Because I am ready."
"You silly stupid boy, you can't explore your homosexual desires and be rewarded with panties soaked in pussy juice. I know you are eager to get your lips around a cock, but you will just need to wait. Go home and look for the sexiest men you can find on the internet. I want a list of your favorites before midnight and how much time you spent looking. If I like your list, you will be rewarded. Go."
Dan stands up and tucks his erection into his waistband. "Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am" Dan leaves in a hurry.
"You see, Dan wasn't as strong willed as you. He took my panties the first time they were offered to him, and as you can see, he's addicted. You will be too, but not until I have broken you. And that's my favorite part, so please hold on to hope as long as fucking possible. Only when I have you begging and pleading for it will I consider letting you taste my pussy." Veronica uncrosses and recrosses her legs, pulling my gaze between them. I rub my aching erect cock through my pants, recognizing how weak I am in this moment, but I'm determined. I won't let her break me, I can't. "You are free to go home now," she flips her hand towards the door. "but keep your phone handy. I don't like waiting for a response."
Relieved, I lift myself up off the ground and brush the carpet lint from my pants. Veronica clears her throat and shoots me a chastising look. "Yes Ma'am. Sorry." She doesn't seem to want my acknowledgement or apology; her look is that of someone that just needed to check an item off her list. I need to get the hell out of here before she decides she wants more of me. I walk to the door, restraining my desire to run. Entering the hall, I close the door behind me, exhaling the breath I didn't know I was holding. I flee to my car without looking back. Each step is one closer to freedom. As I drop into the driver's seat, I feel a vibration coming from the phone in my pocket. I suddenly realize that freedom just might be a thing of the past and I'm filled with despair. I dig my phone out of my pocket and am surprised and slightly relieved to see it's not from Veronica, it's from an unknown number.
"The gym bag was left in the classroom"
"Go get it and take it home with you"
"You are not allowed to open it"
"If you respond to this message, you know what will happen"
"FUCK!!!" I scream and bang the palms of my hands against the steering wheel. I throw open my car door and hike back to the classroom cursing her and what she is putting me through. The lights are off and there is nobody nearby. I head inside and grab the gym bag, angrily stuffing it under my arm. I briskly walk to my car and toss the gym bag in the back seat before driving home. The conflicting feelings of lust and rage are exhausting. I walk through my front door wanting to furiously break everything in sight, but the idea of burying my face in that gym bag while I jerk off just will not go away.
I drop the bag on the couch and head to the kitchen to make some food. I open the fridge to an assortment of condiments and a few leftover containers that should have been trashed a week ago. "Fuck it" I say as I fling the fridge door closed. I pull out my phone and order a pizza with a mountain of meat on it. I just need to salivate over something other than wet panties, even if it gives me a heart attack.
As per usual, I flop onto the couch, turn on the TV, and kick my feet up on the coffee table. Just as the screen lights up, everything abruptly shuts off. God damn power outage. After a couple minutes of staring at a blank screen, I realize it might be a while. I might as well get comfortable so I spin to the side and lay down. My feet unexpectedly land on something so I look down to see them resting on the gym bag I was somehow able to forget. I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day. Visions of Veronica's inner thighs and her wet panties hanging from her finger cause my cock to stir. The shame hits hard but dissipates as I realize I don't need to be strong right now. She's not here. I sit back up and grab the gym bag, pulling it onto my lap. I drop my head down and sniff at the zipper. I pick up the faint musty smell of sweaty gym clothes. She must have buried her panties so I wouldn't be able to sneak a sniff. I look at the zipper tab, knowing it's off limits. How would she know if I opened the bag? Does she have some sort of trap inside? Is there some sort of recording device and she's using it to listen to me right now?
I push the bag onto the floor in frustration and throw up my middle finger at it. "Fuck you bitch! I'm not falling for your stupid game!" I sit back feeling proud of myself for not taking the bait. I look at my phone, realizing it's my only hope for distraction. I've still got some time to rub out a quick one before the pizza gets here. I grab some lotion and a few tissues from the bathroom in preparation. I drop my pants and fall back on the couch with my phone in hand. I type one of my go-to searches "big tits" and see all the same old videos I've seen before. I try "big ass", "lesbian", "milf", etc. Still nothing is doing it for me. Out of the corner of my eye I see that damned gym bag. All of my senses come to life as I remember those soaked cotton panties. The reflective coating on the thin fabric makes my lips jealous while my mouth fills with saliva. The scent has me wondering if it tastes just as good. I dare not imagine how much better it would be direct from the source. My tongue is enveloped with the heat of an imaginary pussy. It's so visceral I can almost hear the popping and smacking sound that comes from a tongue exploring wet pussy.
From memory alone, I am fully erect. I feel ashamed of my arousal as I squirt a dollop of lotion into my palm. She's trying to confuse me, make me think I'm some pathetic cuck bitch that's turned on by her treating me like shit. She's just hot, that's all. Everything else about her makes me sick. I'm sure half the girls I've jerked off to are annoying as shit, so why should she be any different? Fuck her, thinking she's so clever. I'm going to use her like the whore she is.
The shame is replaced with a sense of vengeance as I indulge the pleasure of the first stroke. My hand pumps up and down slowly, in hopes of prolonging the sensation. "You like that, don't you bitch?" Imagining how she sounds getting a dick shoved up her ass makes me smile. I grab the gym bag, and press my nose up against the zipper. "I can smell how wet you are. You think you can fuck with me? Who's getting fucked now, slu..."
The door suddenly swings open and a flash illuminates the room. "What the fuck!" Startled, I pull the bag onto my lap in an attempt to cover my dick. I'm temporarily blinded by the flash but can immediately tell who's here by her giggle.
"Poor little Willy. Humping away at my gym bag like some horny little mutt. It was awfully kind of you to leave your door unlocked for me. In fact, let's make this a rule. Whenever you are home, your door is to be unlocked. That way I can surprise you whenever I want. Isn't that fun?"
