Boxer Sniffing Bandit

Boxer-Sniffing Bandit

Clary has a bad and dirty habit she knows she should knock. However, she is in for a rude awakening when her habits bites her in the ass.

TW: Lowkey exhibitionism and rough sex.

Her

I couldn't help it. I knew it was wrong, in fact, I know I could get in a hell of trouble if I was caught. But yet, it was so hard to resist smelling guys underwear. Sometimes, I think a guy does it on purpose when it is just him and I in the laundromat and they leave their dirty clothes unattended while I wait for mine to dry. Shamelessly leaving their dirty and musky boxers on top of their pile. It's very enticing and almost irresistible to smell.

I never thought I'd get caught for it either. Typically, I take them when no one is looking or when I'm alone, and the guy never notices until I'm long gone. However, today was a bit different than usual.

The guy and I had been in the laundromat around the same time. Unfortunately, the first time he came in, I wasn't able to look for them. However, he came back with a second load of laundry. He made an 'oh shit' face before leaving his pile unattended. This time I was able to sneak over there and see the underwear that had been conveniently placed at the top of the pile. I smiled victoriously before taking the pair and hiding them under my clothes but not before taking a deep breath of them.

It never dawned on me of the trap that may have been set in place. In fact, as I went to put my clothes in the dryer I heard the guys footsteps come up towards me. From my peripheral he stood beside me too also put in his wet clothes. He a was handsome young man. Around my age, so about twenty-one. He was buff with a stubbly beard. "So, you're the girl thats been stealing my boxers hm?"

I almost choked from shock.

Busted

. "I'm sorry?" I held back the urge to cough. "I-i think you're mis-"

"Don't lie, I'm not mad." His voice was smooth and deep. "More so curious as to why? Especially the dirty ones?" He asked. I was still stunned and left speechless. "You seemed shocked? Weren't you curious about why they were left like that?" He asked. I slowly shook my head. He hummed before looking around the laundromat seeing it was empty. By this time, I had kneeled down to use the lower dryer. He moved closer towards me, "you know, if you wanted the full thing you could've asked." It was only then I had realized he was going commando. I felt his cock rest against my shoulder as if he had already pulled it out.

"What are you doing?" I asked him,

"Oh... you didnt think I'd let you get away with stealing my boxers did you?" He asked. His hands balled up my hair into his fists as he yanked my head back before I could protest. "No no, I just said I wasn't mad, I didnt say anything about retaliation." He pushed his cock into my face forcing me to take in his musky smell. I almost moaned as I took in a deep smell. His cock was throbbing and smelled so good it started to turn me on. "Thats it bitch, take a good whiff of my dick." He began smearing his precum over my face. "Get acquainted with it, because this is all the cock you're going to be smelling from now on." Something about the dominance in his voice shook my core. He didnt seem to hesitate with his plan, nor did the idea of us getting caught deviate from what he was doing.

"Open your mouth dirty slut." He commanded, my lips parted as he slid his thick meaty cock deep into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. He let out a moan resting his cock there as he put his clothes into the dryer next to mine. Even when I was choking for air he didnt let up, instead he used his hand to push my head down further. I couldn't breathe, I was basking in the smell and taste of his cock consumed me. Finally, he pulled away, releasing my head as i coughed and choked for air. It was only a second, thats all he gave me before pushing his cock back inside.

"Oh, you are going to be a fun little toy." He teased as he began pushing and pulling his cock in and out. He reached down into my shirt and pulled out the boxers I had hidden. Tsking, he pushed them into my nose making me smell his dirty underwear. I moaned like a little bitch and he chuckled.

"You picked the right guy you know." He was teasing now, "You needed a guy who can put a needy bitch in place didn't you?" I carefully nodded as he pulled out. "Come here bitch." I slowly stood up as he gripped my ass and roughly kneaded them. His hands were fast, first turning me towards the dryer then ripped a massive hole into my black yoga pants. "Oh, damn Missy, no panties?" He grunted, "So pretty and wet." I let out a gasp as his hands parted my lower lips.

His other hand began rubbing small circles on my sensitive pearl. I let out a soft moan as I gripped the dryer door handle. "Such a needy bitch..." He grunted as he rubbed faster, his eyes locked hard on my body as he watched my body melt under his touch. The way his hand rubbed my clit drove me wild. My legs were shaking from the encounter as he just smirked and chuckled. "Look at you... So, into it that your cute hole is winking at me."

I didn't even know I was clenching until he pointed it out. He moved his finger up from the sensitive bud and teasingly pressed against my vaginal opening. "Come on, slide back against my fingers. Show me how much of a slut you are." He whispered as he continued pressing against it. I hated how fast I caved, pushing back onto his finger until it slide inside. The pleasure was exhilarating, my body filled with ecstasy as I began moving back and forth on his finger.

"That's it, slut... fuck my fingers using that pretty cunt." He mumbled as I continued to fuck his fingers. His other hand gripped my thigh, making me stay still as he proceeded to thrust and curl.

I whimpered and cried out in pleasure, my body was quickly giving out on me as I grew closer and closer to climax.

"Come on... come on my fingers." The man growled, his dominant tone pushed me over the edge as I finally released around his finger. The high was so damn good, my mind was going numb as I collapsed onto the floor panting. He pulled out his fingers and hummed. "Cute." He muttered as he gripped my neck and pulled me up. He guided me over to one of those blue laundry folding table and sat me down, making me face him. His head slightly tilted as he had this look of intrigue.

"You are too pretty to be sniffing boxers." He muttered to me in a soft tone as he cupped then caressed my face. I felt my cheeks growing red as he said those words. "You are a little boxer sniffing bandit... and I am going to put you in your place." He sounded so damn hot. The tone was soft yet his energy radiated in dominance. His hands moved down to my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table.

His thick cock pressed against my entrance, he glanced at me and smirked, "Beg." He whispered to me. I felt my face grow redder,

"Please..." I whispered softly, he just tilted his head as he leaned in closer. His face close to me, I could smell his minty breath.

"I didn't hear you baby..." He whispered back to me. My throat hitched as I swallowed, He had his cock rubbing against my wet and eager hole.

"P-please fuck me..." I said to him softly again, a slow small formed on his face as he leaned even closer. His nose pressing against mine,

"Again." He commanded, we locked eyes as I gasp, feeling his cock rubbing my clit before pressing against my entrance, lightly pushing.

"Please fuck me!" I shouted out, I could hear him chuckle as his hands fell to my waist.

"Well since you asked so nicely..." He spoke teasingly as he slowly slid into me. I felt my lips part as my eyes rolled back. He filled me well, my body clenched around him almost immediately. "Oh, you feel so nice around me." He muttered kissing my chin then my neck. He began leaving peppery kisses over it as he slowly started thrusting. I panted and moaned softly then gripped the sleeves on his shirt.

His cock dragged slowly in and out of me, my body was on fire from pleasure. I soon became a moaning mess under him while panting for more. His hips moved more sharply and started to move faster. He let out soft moans near my ear, making my legs feel weak again. Each thrust solidifying the idea that I was becoming his. This stranger, a man I didn't even get a name from was making me his and I wanted it to happen. The man thrusted harder and faster with a greedy need as his hands moved to my hips and clutched them.

"You feel so good..." he grunted in my ear as he pushed me further back into the table while leaning forward. He moved his head up and locked lips with mine while pounding into me. I let out a string of muffled moans and cries of pleasure against his lips. My body growing more and more eager with pleasure. I was so close, my body was almost there again and he could tell. "Oh... is the pretty princess going to cum?" He asked so gently yet his question was filled with his dominant undertones. "You're going to cum over my cock?"

I nodded panting as he pulled my ass to the edge of the table and began pounding harder and faster. Typically, when I am close I hate a man who changes things up. This time, my body was on cloud nine as my head fell back. I became a screaming, moaning, mess on this table. My cunt leaking juices over his cock and the table. "That's it baby... let go... cum over this fucking cock." He growled, those words sent me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I released. Waves of euphoria washed over me as I panted and moaned. His cock still snapping into me over and over until he let out a grunt while stringing out curses. His cock throbbed as he pushed his entire length inside of me and came. He buried his head into the crook of my neck and left small kisses as we came down from our high.

He pulled out after another minute, still panting softly before readjusting himself. His fingers hooked onto my panties and tugged them down. He grabbed ahold of them and took a big sniff. With a satisfied smile he glanced at me before grabbing his pile of clothes. "A parting gift. Hope to see you alone next time, cutie." He hummed before leaving the laundromat. He had left me alone in a fucked out state, with cum leaking out of me and onto the table. I had to admit... that was

so

hot.

Part 2

It took me a day or two to come to my senses after that encounter. But his cock left lasting impressions on my body for weeks afterwards. Nothing could satisfy me, when a man with a similar cologne came in I was easily aroused. Yet, I tried everything, my hand, my toys, even tried other guys. But my body still craved the attention of the stranger. Somehow I needed him, I tried my best to avoid that damn laundromat. I couldn't see him again, after all I had gotten caught smelling his underwear and my body had gotten addicted to his.

Going back there only leads to more trouble. But once again, I should've known better. No matter which Laundromat I went to, at any time of day, I somehow noticed he appeared. He didn't touch me nor force himself onto me. No, he was waiting for me to cave and come to him. I had to stop going to any laundromats to escape him. What my body needed was a detox, there is no way one good sex could get me hooked for life.

The following days had been filled with working. Today, however, was the strangest to say the least. When I came in, the employees of the company were in shambles. Freaking out and cleaning their desks, as I walked to mine and set my bag down. My boss came up to me, "Clary, the CEO is planning to partake in a meeting here. I need you to set up the meeting room A." He instructed. "I emailed over the materials we will be going over."

The CEO, Dayton Paxter, has never stepped foot into this office before. When he has, it was on a rare occasion that lead to the firing of management. Even then, I had never seen what he had looked like. The curiosity rang threw me as I looked to my email and found what my boss wanted me to print out. Mr. Paxter was one of the rare cases of the CEO's. He was young, from what most people know, at least rumored to be a few years older than me. However, his looks were a mystery to most people. Typically, you hear about rich CEO's in magazines, especially if they are young, single,

and

rich? Those are reserved for tv show interviews and fame. Yet he somehow managed to slip through the cracks, keeping to himself and his wealth was surprisingly hush hush. Even I had to admit my curiosity, but it explained why everyone was trying to clean up. What better way to suck up to your boss, than by showing you care for your workspace.

As I set the files down on the table, my attention was turned away from the door. Yet I heard it open, "This meeting room is reserved for Mr. Paxton." I said a loud, making sure the person knew.

"It is quite small." I froze at the familiar voice. "I am uncertain about its capacity, maybe I need something...

bigger

." The man spoke in arrogance. I slowly turned around to face him, the stranger. The man who put my body on edge by being in proximity to me. "Oh, I will be needing an office as well, Justin said you could set one up by the end of this meeting." He said calmly. Justin was my boss, and the fact that he didn't refer to my boss by his last name means this guy was important.

I was still frozen in my spot as he came closer to me. "Do you need any help setting up?" He asked, yet before I could protest he grabbed a stack of the folders and began setting them up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, he tilted his head.

"I am the CEO of this company, can I not stop by at any moment?" He asked back. I shook out of my moment of standing and began finishing placing the copies down. "Although, I missed seeing you at the laundromat."

"you mean laundromats... everywhere I went, you followed... it feels like you are following me." I argued with him as he walked closer to me. Then finally he stood beside me, our shoulders touching.

"You're right... I am." He admitted as if it were nothing. I stared at him in silent shock. "Because I am wanting something that is mine. And you aren't giving it to me." His dominance radiated the room again. I let out a shaking breath of nerves yet excitement as his hand touched my lower back. "You look amazing in this skirt, but I need something..." he trailed off as his hand moved to the back of my legs and glided up teasingly. "Shorter than this." His hand moved to my inner thigh. I wanted to resist and pull away, yet my mind was racing with need now. My body ached for his touch and my nose was being filled with his cologne. His hand cupped my clothed sex and he hummed, "You'll be working directly under me now, listening to my commands. Got it?" He asked me. For some reason, I nodded, anything to get him to touch me more. His fingers pushed my panties to the side and pushed into my wet cunt.

"I didn't even need to do foreplay, just being around you made you horny for me." He smirked in my ear as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. I let out a soft moan gripping the table as I leaned over, giving him more access. "That's more like it." He moved behind me, thrusting and curling his fingers. His lips letting out soft groans as my cunt clenched around them. "I don't have time to give you what you need. This will have to do for now." He began thrusting the two fingers faster, curling them in the right spot. I had to cover my mouth from moaning so loudly and he hummed, feeling pleased as he finger fucked me into a new orgasm. I was panting and squirming while he finally removed his fingers. The feeling of pleasure felt good and much needed. I slowly leaned up and looked at Dalton who had a mischievous look in his eyes while licking his fingers clean.

"Feel better?" He asked me, "I noticed you were on edge the moment I saw you." He used his other hand to push my hair back and out of the way. I squirmed again and blushed,

"Why did you really come here?" I asked him softly, he just smiled and leaned closer.

"I think you know why." He trapped me between the meeting table and him. His brown eyes piercing into mine. "I said it earlier, I want what is mine and you... aren't giving it to me."

"W-what is yours?" I asked softly, he hummed before speaking. His words sending shivers down my spine.

"Not what, but who,"

He finally moved away as the other businessmen came in one by one. I quickly left the meeting room to sit at my desk. Contemplating how my life even came down to this moment. I didn't even know hours had passed until Dalton came out of the meeting with a smile. He walked towards my desk and looked at me, "Will you show me to my office?" He asked, I looked at him stunned. I had forgotten to ask Justin about that.

"Um... yeah just give me one moment." All it took was a quick glance over my emails to see Justin wanted him set up in the office closest to my desk. Must've been a request from him. I got up and began walking over to the office which was less than a few feet then opened the door. "How long do you plan to keep base here?"

"A while." He said to me as he entered and set some of his things down at the desk. "Or however long it'll take me to have you."

"I guess it'll take a long time then hm?" I retorted. He just smiled and hummed,

"I actually think it'll be a lot less." He replied, "The way you reacted to me, I seen it the first time and even now." He walked closer, backing me up against a wall. "You want me, thats why you avoided me. Because you didn't want to cave so quickly."

"N-no." I muttered,

"You can't possibly think I didn't notice you avoiding me baby." He smirked and leaned down kissing my neck. "I want you... right now. Can I have you?" He asked softly. The way he had asked lit my core up with an eager firing. Once again, he didn't wait for an answer. After closing the office door, he pushed me against the wall.. He got down on his knees, pulling my body closer to his face. "Fuck I want you so bad." His hands caressed my legs before pushing my skirt up, revealing my lacey black panties. "Got damn." He muttered as he hooked onto them. His eyes locking onto mine while dragging them down. I stepped out of them and he hummed, gripping the panties before shoving them into his pocket. Before I could question him, he threw my leg over his shoulder and leaned up close. His tongue giving my lower lips a long lick as he groaned. "I... am definitely not letting you go." He moaned before attacking my clit with his tongue. I gasped and bit my lip to prevent a moan. "Cute. But I want to hear you baby." He whispered before devouring my cunt. He pulled my hips closer to his mouth as I moaned out loudly.

I was hoping no one could hear us, specifically me, yet deep down the idea turned me on even more. My body was growing a passionate fire that needed to be fulfilled. Dayton was up for the request as he pulled away grunting and stood up. "Fuck, I need to feel you." He muttered, fiddling with his pants. He leaned against me, his lips crushing against mine. Pulling me in closer for an intense and needy kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my hand clutching his suit and pulling him closer. His hands were still fiddling with his button before I moved towards it and finally undid it.

He smirked against my lips, not making a comment but instead kissing me again. He lifted me against the wall, just enough for his cock to press against my entrance. "Wait." He paused and moved us over to the window. Turning me around so my back was against his chest.

"D-dont you think this a bit much?" I asked him suddenly. I could see the view of the city and everything.

"Don't worry, we are on the 40th floor, so no one can see that high anyways. Secondly, the windows on the outside are tinted." He kissed my neck as he spoke in a reassuring tone. He placed his hands on top of mine against the glass before slipping into me. I let out a soft moan as his cock stretched and rubbed all the right spots as it filled me. "There we go, just relax, let me claim you." He moaned softly in my ear before thrusting slowly. Once again, I found myself rocking with him. It was like he knew how to make me feel so good with such ease. His lips were on my neck, leaving soft kisses. "Can I move faster?" He asked. I don't know why I nodded as quickly as he asked. I could feel him smirk, "such a cutie," He teased before starting to move faster.