I had a lot of replies from men who have a heavy panty fetish and thought I'd write a fantasy involving one of these guys- I have changed the name to protect him. I never realized that so many men share this fantasy in reality, but I thought that they liked reading about it and not participating in this fetish.
His name is John who confessed that he was married and often wore his wife's panties, bra and stockings. He is in his late 20's and frequently masturbated in his panties and even pissed in them.
So I asked him to book a hotel and I would visit him. I wore a very sexy denim microskirt, 2 pairs of my dirtiest panties one over the other and one up inside my hot, wet dirty pussy, high heeled stiletto heels and a tight white singlet with spaghetti strings
He had called me 10 minutes ago saying that he was in the room and gave me the number. I ordered him to take all his clothes off, lie on the bed with his legs spread wide and hands over his head and leave the door slightly ajar and wait for me.
I took my time picking up items and arrived at the hotel about 30 minutes later. I pushed the door open quietly and saw him on the bed with his hand on his cock. I closed the door and said to him. "Who gave you permission to masturbate"? He took his hand away and stared at me. I could sense he was mentally undressing me in his filthy mind.
"Stand up!" I ordered him. He had a largish cock. I put some of my worn lingerie on the bed and instructed him to put them on. As he put each item on he was to kiss and smell the material and thank me for the privilege of wearing my sexy lingerie worn by his panty mistress as that was my role for the night.
I sat in the chair and let my legs part so as he dressed he could look up my skirt as I knew that that was one of his fetishes. I smiled at him, asking him if he liked what he saw. He nodded and started to put on a suspender belt and stockings which he struggled to attach correctly. Next, I asked him to put on the panties from my young trim room mate that I had borrowed from her. I watched him try and put them on, but he could not get them over his erection as they were too small for him
"Well if you can't fit them on. you'd better sniff them and tell me how they smell!" I watched him put them to his nose and breathe in her fragrance. I handed him another pair after having slid a couple of tight cock rings at the base of his scrotum which he could just fit on. I gave him a bra to put on and a tight shirt and short wet look skirt.
"Turn over! Spread your arms and legs!" When he had done that I secured his wrists and ankles to the bed frame and knelt between his legs. I placed a blindfold over his eyes and I pulled one of my breasts out from my t shirt and fondled it – inches from his face-pressing my knee into his balls and then the other one.
"Do you like breasts?" I asked him. He nodded. "What do you think of mine? They are nice, aren't they? I bet you look down a girl's blouse when you are talking to them, don't you. We are going to play a game." While I was talking I was fingering my nipples centimeters from his head." I want you to tell me what size my tits are and what cup size they are. Open your mouth! He slowly licked around my nipples and back and forth over the top of them and sucked and bit on them a bit too. I really enjoyed this, as he flicked his tongue back and forth against them really fast;
He was doing such a good job that my pussy was dripping cunt juice. My knee was still pressing into his balls. I slipped my breast out of his mouth and asked him what size he thought they were
"I'm not sure, Mistress maybe 34 or 36?"
"I'll give you a clue what is the favorite size liked by men?"
"36"
"And the cup size?"
'C"