"Oh god ... oh god I want a pair of your sister's panties ... oh godddddddd!"
Mike pulled his cock out of my pussy as he came, spreading hot cum all over my stomach and breasts. I smiled up at him languidly, completely spent from the incredible orgasm he'd already given me. And yet ... I wasn't quite satisfied. I'd just experienced a totally intense orgasm and judging by the look on Mike's face, so had he. But something was missing.
Mike had never cum inside my pussy. Now I suppose this may not seem like a big deal, but it was to me. I'd never experienced a man cumming inside me, at least not without a condom. God I wanted to feel what it was like! Mike and I had talked about it before, but he was too careful. I wasn't on the pill at the time, and although family history made it unlikely that I would get pregnant, he wasn't willing to take the risk.
And so the games began. I did everything in my power to make that man cum while he was inside of me. I teased his nipples, stroked his bum, and wrapped my legs around him. Nothing worked. Nothing prevented him from pulling out at the last moment. When the purely physical obviously wasn't working, I moved on to psychological methods. I knew he liked me to talk dirty to him, so I began to spin stories. I created fantasies that were tailor made to turn him on and push him over the edge. I invited him into threesomes with other women we knew, I shared all my secret bi-sexual fantasies, and I painted detailed pictures for him of me licking pussy and having my pussy licked. I talked about coming on to other men while he watched, of wearing short skirts and flashing my panties in public, and letting him fuck other women while I masturbated.
Still nothing worked. To make matters worse, he was onto me. Actually, it didn't take him long to figure out just what I was up to. And so it rapidly turned into more than just a game. It became a matter of pride; a competition that we were both desperate to win. Every time he pulled out and came all over me, he'd give me a self satisfied smile while he helped clean me up. I was getting desperate to wipe that smile off his face.
It was at this point that I started talking about panties. I knew he had a bit of a panty fetish. He certainly liked me talking about my panties, and sometimes he'd smell them while he fucked me. One afternoon while we were fucking on our balcony, I asked him if he'd like me to get him another woman's panties. He came pretty close to losing the game that day, so I knew I was onto something. Over the next week or two, I pursued this fantasy in great detail, describing what types of panties I could get for him, offering to buy him a pair off the internet for his birthday, and asking whose panties he'd like to smell the most.
I knew from past experience that talking about my sister turned him on. I guess it was the usual sister thing that most guys seem to find hot, and it helped that my sis was young and cute. It didn't take long to figure out that talking about the possibility of having a pair of her panties drove him right to the brink. And yet ... not quite over. I knew he was getting close, but he still managed to keep focused and pull out. Obviously talk wasn't going to be quite enough.
And then I had a stroke of pure luck. My sister and her husband decided to go away for a few days and asked me to look in on their parakeet, to make sure she had food and attention while they were gone. I jumped at the opportunity, knowing that this was my chance to score a pair of her panties for Mike, and maybe, just maybe, get what I wanted too. The situation was particularly convenient because she lived right across the street from us, so I knew there would be plenty of opportunity that weekend to put my plan in action.
After I hung up the phone with my sister, I nonchalantly called over to Mike, who was working in the den. "Brandy asked me to look after the bird this weekend." I waited patiently. I knew it wouldn't take long for the wheels to start turning.
"Really?"
