Crac Addict

Ever had a panty job?

You know, kind of like an upgraded dry hump?

It's where you get your partner to drop their pants / dress and lay on their stomach on a bed, couch or chair while you grind and rub your cock into the crack of their ass until you get off. I know a lot of you reading this post are like, why not just stuff you cock into the offending orifice and be done with it?

Answer: Because that shit is boring and lacks imagination. Plus a panty job can be steamy and hot leading to intense sexual encounters later with that partner.

Done right a panty job can be better than you average run of the mill sex.

Back in the fall of 1998, I'd loaned some dough to a female non-friend. Let's just say that "Marsha" was a complete bitch. A short stubby Italian girl with a chunky backside and a shock of afro sized matted hair, this freckled faced chick was making any friend with her Rosie O' Donel type attitude.

So much so, that she had lost her job as a animal groomer and decided to take a sabbatical until she found her next job. Of course when the money ran out she had no one to turn to and appealed to my better nature.

"Fuck no!!"

"Please!!" She had begun to tear up at the thought of her pending eviction.

"Hey, in case you hadn't noticed. We're not cool, we're not friends, we're not shit to each other and besides, you're a heinous bitch!!"

"I know and I'm sorry about all the times I called you nigga. I was just playing!! It's only two hundred dollars man ... Come on!!"

"Why me?"

"You're really a nice guy and I burnt all my bridges with my real friends [sobbing]. My parents are telling me to sell my ass on the street man!!!"

"Sounds like sound advice to me."

"FUCK YOU!"

I just started grinning and walked away. Marsha was standing in the middle of the street shaking and sobbing. She was right. I was a nice guy to nice people and I just kept flashing back to the time a cup of beer was tossed into my face when Marsha thought that I had goosed her. It was actually an acquaintance that was into her. We were at this show and he reached through the crowd and grabbed a handful of her chunky ass. She spent the next four month calling me everything out of the book.

"PUSSY!!"

"Whatever."

"FAG!!"

I hardly looked back, but I could hear the sobs getting louder.

"PLEASE!! I'll SUCK YOU OFF MAN!"

That little offer got to me. The idea of this racist bitch choking on my penis was amusing and completely evil. I was a chivalrous guy on occasion, but I had no love for this cunt.

"Okay."

"What?"

"I say okay."

"You'll loan me the money?"

"After ...you know."

Marsha scowled and stalked back off towards her apartment. I just watched her moping off silently giggling at her defeat. She shocked me by looking back and motioning with her arm for me to follow her. I followed to see what would happen next because I never believed she would actually suck a black guy off, much less me of all people. I was kind of nervous as she fumbled for her keys. I didn't want anybody that knew me to see me going into her flat. I'd never hear the end of it, but it would make a good story to tell my other friends.

Inside Marsha's apartment was fucking filthy, discarded pizza boxes and taco bell wrappers littered the grungy carpet along with DVDS of Will & Grace.

Marsha was a proud Fag Hag.

[Even gay men hated her and had on one occasion pummeled her for an insensitive comment regarding an associate's anal warts.]

"Where do you wanna uhm, you know, do it?"

It was an honest question.

"Does it even matter fuck face?!!"

She was pissed in her defeat. She was attempting to kneel and having some difficulty. She finally tripped and fell on her fat bottom with a huff. I just stared at her sitting there like a scoop of shit flavored ice cream.

I honestly didn't know if I could get it up.

"Come over here."

"Uh."

"Come on man, don't you want your cock sucked?"

"Till I get off right?"

"Whatever."

"Till I get off right?" I was trying to give Marsha and myself a back door out of an increasingly embarrassing situation. Nodding her head, she got up on her knees and reached for my zipper. I stopped her.

"Forget about it. This shit is just stupid."

"Don't be a little faggot you're just scared 'cause you got a little dick."

She had my zipper down in less than a second and roughly pulling my penis into the streetlight filtering in through the curtains of her bedroom [Marsha also hadn't paid her electric bill.]. Suprisingly enough, my cock became fully erect the minute her chubby little hand touched it. Marsha shoved her face down on my cock sucking with desperate abandon. Fuck, she really needed that money and she was giving me the first class treatment slobbing and spitting while she attempted to jerk me off with both chubby digits.

Twenty five minutes later [I was checking my watch.]. I still hadn't come Marsha was starting to get tired, but she was still on the case.

Fifteen minutes more and it was starting to become apparent that I wasn't gonna cum. Marsha was taking break in between weakly licking the head of my penis.

Look this ain't working, I gotta go."

"You BASTARD!! You knew this was gonna happen. Did you have a vasectomy or something fag?!!"

"Nope, you can't get me off."

"Hey, you set me up cocksucker!!" I was reaching into my pocket to give her the cash anyway when Marsha suddenly socked me in the thigh. I yanked my pants up and started for the door. Marsha's loud waling stopped me in my tracks as I looked back at her.

"Okay man, here you go."

Marsha was busy pulling her too tight jeans down over her pasty, plump thighs. She had numerous multi-colored stars tattooed on her thighs. She was wearing big stretched out of whack pink panties and I couldn't help but notice her prominent camel toe.

"Nah, I'm cool Marsha."

"Please, just fuck me then man. I need the money fuckin bad."

"You don't-"

She rolled over on her stomach. Her underwear was pulled deep into the crack of her massive ass. I noticed two large weird Wiccan like tattoos on the outer edged of her butt. Marsha was on her hands and knees now with her ass pointed out at me inviting the most unholiest of unions. For some reason I had a raging boner and hated myself for it.

"Look, you brother's like this don't ya?"

She was convincingly shaking that ass putting Pinky XXX ['porn star] to shame. Massive jello jiggling in my face and I methodically knelt and began groping Marsha's big can. Mashing her butt cheeks together and pulling the panties deeper into the crack of her ass.

"Look at me shake it like those video sluts you like."

"Fuck me." I didn't want to have sex with Marsha because doing so would be a defeat of me on a personal level that even I couldn't fathom, but that ass.

Instead I placed the length of my turgid penis into the crack of her ass and sandwiched her butt cheeks around it. It was warm and moist and I could feel the small curly hairs around my balls electrify. Marsha was still jiggling her ass. She was covered in sweat everywhere and she was bouncing her butt on the length of my penis.

It felt good.

I pressed my cock deeper, harder into that juicy crack and started rubbing it into the flesh. I peeled her panties midway down that big ass and was shocked to see too cat eyes tattooed on the small of her back.

Fucking weird.

We were at it by this time, a good thirty minutes. I pushed her down on her flabby belly while I kicked off my jeans. Other that her grunting, she was silent. I mounted her with my legs spread eagle and started fucking her butt cheeks earnestly and intensely.

Her panties had become entangled in my cock and my thrusting overtures against her constant back humping was creating a terrific friction on my dick and balls. My penis was deep in the crack of her ass and the bottoms of her voluminous cheeks were mashing my testicles.

I looked over and noticed her black cat [Lucifer] staring at me from the arm of her ratty, bombed out lazy boy. The cat was moving its head from side to side in curiosity. I looked down to see the cat eye tattoos jiggling up and down seemingly staring at me.

I CAME!!! ...and particularly hard too.

Marsha had semen all over her massive ass and backside, some of it was covering the bottom of her black death- metal shirt at well. Her panties had a thick web of cum on them as I extricated my still-hard penis from them.

Marsha suddenly shoved me on my ass by mule kicking me. Her hand was in my face in an instant.

"Where's my money asshole?!!"

Girl had a point; she had earned her money and then some. I had barely taken the money out of my wallet when she snatched it out of my hand taking some skin as well.

I was trying to pull my pants up when Marsha just opened the door to her single and started shoving me with her foot towards the door. I stepped out of her house into the courtyard for all her immigrant neighbors to see.

"FUCKIN LOSER ASS BLACK MONKEY FAGGOT MUTHAFUCKA!!!!"

She slammed the door in my grinning face. I blew a kiss to the closed door, bowed to the starring neighbors and sauntered off to my home.

A new fetish had taken root.

TO BE CONTINUED...