"Oh, fuck dude..." Jim was panting as I squeezed his cock against mine. "That feels so damn good, tell me more – what was she like?"
"Not bad for a Mennonite." I breathed, feeling the pair of pink, cotton panties wrapped around our dicks sliding effortlessly over them. "Long, sandy brown hair, skinny as fuck, little tits, and man that bush!"
So let me catch you up on things before Jim and I bust a nut into a pair of panties given to me by an 18 year old Mennonite girl.
My name is Tom. I am an assistant manager at a retail store, I probably shouldn't tell you which one but hey, here's a hint – there's fucking smiley faces plastered all over the goddamned place. Mystery solved. I am 35 years old, divorced with no k**s from a cunt wife who spent more time sucking the dicks of other men than upholding our vows. Do I sound angry? Eh, maybe a little bitter that she sold my dog.
Dumb cunt.
Anyways, Jim is an old high school buddy. He's the guy I discovered I was bi with. After our encounters in high school, we lost track for many years until just a few weeks ago when serendipitously we bumped into one another at my store. A few drinks later and we were right back to grade 10, sucking each other off.
I'm 5'11", 185lbs. Kinda average looking, nondescript one would say. I would say my best feature is my 8 inch, white, cut prick. Perfect head, usually nicely shaved down to make it look like an even bigger monster. Not too thick, but I can pound a pussy damn deep. Jim's same height, but he's got a few pounds on him. I never bothered to ask about his naturally tanned heritage, but with the size of his cock I imagine there's some African in there somewhere. Cock to cock like we are right now, he's about the same length but that dick could destroy a pussy with its girth.
The panties? Well, that's what this whole story is about. Pink cotton, with a streak of pussy stains on the crotch. A gift from a Mennonite girl that thought she could get away with stealing from my store. See, I am not racist or anything like that; but I call it like I see it. Mennonites here in southern Alberta where I live are fucking shady ass crooks. They will rob the store blind if I didn't walk the floor and catch the fuckers doing it. Usually it's dudes trying to swipe movies, or old crusty grandmas stuffing toaster ovens up their long skirts.
I shit you not, they're creative.
But today, today was different. I was lucky (in more ways than one) that I just happened to round the corner when I see this Mennonite girl shoving makeup in her coat pocket. Unlike the older ladies, the teens don't go full on Amish/Hutterite. Sure, they still rock long skirts, but most of them wear tight tops under fake leather jackets that have most likely been stolen from my store. This one caught my attention not only because she was ripping me off and ruining my bottom line (and bonus), but because of her slim build, perfect complexion and silky, sandy brown hair.
"Ma'am, will you come with me?" I said as I walked up to her, puffing out my chest. She was about 5'4", weighed less than the lunch I had.
She blinked hazel eyes at me, deer in headlights.
"W-why?"
"Because..." I reached over, she flinched, but I grasped her thin wrist and ripped her hand out of her jacket pocket. Eyeliner, lipstick, cover up and even a still in package iPhone charger came spilling out on the floor.
"I was going to pay for them! I just needed my hands free!"
"Yeah, right." I sighed, "C'mon, let's go."
Now typically if I bust a female offender, there has to be a female manager with me to ensure no funny business. Well, more luck I guess as that fat cow Lisa had gone for lunch and Andrea had called in sick. It was after 5pm and anyone else of authority had already gone home for the day. So it would just be her and I, in the back office, behind closed doors and with blinds drawn.
"So?" I pushed her into the room and into a small, plastic chair before taking a seat in my office chair. "Care to change your story before I call the RCMP?" Complete silence. That's usually how it went. Soon the waterworks would start. "Alright, fine. Have it your way."
First up was the bullshit incident report. If she wasn't going to talk, I would let her stew in her shame for awhile. I write out what happens and then take her details. Name: Krista Klassen. Age: 18. Date of birth, address, etc and so on. Each answer brought forth more fidgeting and her eyes staring at her feet.
"Ngh, so is that when the bitch started sucking your cock?" Jim was humping against my hand, his precum making my cock slick and staining Krista's panties.
"Well, it's not like I whipped it out right then and there, man. Fuck."
Yeah, it wasn't so immediate. Jim was hard as a rock to the story. I called him after work and told him to come over, had a surprise for him. Now here we are, laying in my queen size bed, naked as the day we were born and stroking into a pair of panties together. Usually I had some nasty ass porn on my laptop, but tonight, Krista's mug shot, panties and the story I would tell would be enough.
"It was about the time I took this picture." I told my jerk off buddy, Krista's crying face on a Polaroid hovering just below our cocks on my bed. "She bursts into tears, begging me not to call the cops or her parents would beat the shit out of her. So I say, good, what the fuck do I care?"
"Fuck, Tom. I woulda been all over her the second I put her in that office." Jim said with a grunt, placing one of his hands on my shoulder. "Fuck so close, details man."
I had already cum once today, but Jim's enthusiasm always got me worked up quickly. Wouldn't be long for me either.
"So I take her pic, push her back into the seat and here I am, just about to call the cops when next thing you know she's out of her seat and grabbing me! Fuck, I almost slapped her in the mouth! But I was too stunned, she actually blurted out that she would suck my cock and let me fuck her! I mean, what the hell do you do, right?"
"Mmm, tell me about it."
