Panties for Him (Punish and Pleasure - Volume 1)

by Owen Wilde

  She yanked him down to the chair and brusquely pulled his arms behind his back, passing rope around his wrists and securing him to the back rungs of the chair.

  Miss Hodge asked the officer, “What else does this whore need?”

  The tall man strode to the table and pushed the chair back. He was unbuckling the belt around his waist and pushed down the pants and underwear inside. His dick was in his hands and only inches from Charles' face.

  “She needs to know her place, Miss Hodge,” the officer answered.

  Charles was panting, straining in the rope, hoping to be free, but the flutter in his chest reminded him that this was exactly where he belonged and exactly what he wanted. Serving the alpha male's engorged cock, showing Miss Hodge what a whore he could be for her. It had all come down to this moment.

  “I agree with you, Officer,” Miss Hodge nodded, “she definitely needs to be reminded of her place and I believe that drinking your cum, and feeling it run down her nasty face, all the way to her pathetic little dick, knowing that she is owned, will help her with that.”

  “Yes ma'am,” the officer replied and he pulled back his foreskin and prompted Charles, “Open your mouth for your drink,” as he jacked the meaty, brown cock at him. Charles groaned and then slowly opened his mouth, holding out his tongue to taste the bull's stream of hot cum that quickly flowed inside him. He closed his eyes as he gulped and swallowed the man's sticky, warm mess, felt it running down his throat and entering him.

  She was behind him and bent down to whisper in his ear while he drank the officer's cum, “That's right, little girl, suck it down. If you do a good job, you may be allowed to taste mine. You'd like that wouldn't you, filthy girl?”

  Charles whined and shook his head yes, as the last of the hot cum splashed his face and ran down his throat. His bra was wet and the fabric clung to his nipples that still ached from her rough touch. The man moved and his jizz ran down the rest of Charles' body, the last gush of liquid on his squirming, wet erection. The panties were drenched now and he could feel the man's seed puddle inside. If his hands had been free, he would have grabbed his trembling little dick and rubbed himself in the officer's juices.

  “Very pretty, slut. You are exactly as you should be, full of a real man's cum,” she was still behind and the feel of the top of her breasts against his shoulder and her low voice in his ear was driving him mad. “Now, when you're full of his cum inside your other hole, I'll know you're a true sissy.”

  Charles couldn't pretend that he didn't want to serve the officer. He swallowed his shame along with the cum and all that was left was a loathsome, dirty desire to run his tongue along his caramel colored skin and feel his hard, muscled body press into Charles' forehead as he pushed the length of his huge, uncircumcised cock to the back of his throat.

  “Now get busy, slut,” she ordered and Charles looked up to the officer's face for a moment and shuddered before opening his mouth and inhaling the wet dick. He felt the man's powerful hands on his head, shoving him down hard and fast, the salty head of his wide cock pushing to the back of mouth. Charles choked and gagged a bit, trying desperately to take it all in and enjoying every second of the hot monster in his mouth.

  “That's right, do what you were born to do, what you were made for, sissy,” Miss Hodge kept whispering in his ear, as he lunged forward and pulled back, spreading his lips to fit the girth of the man inside. She continued, “That gets me hot, watching you take that dick,” and he sucked in earnest and moved his head back and forth faster to show her how good he would be if she allowed him to do so.

  Charles moaned on the man's flesh, completely buried in his mouth now. He relaxed his throat and allowed the head to enter him there, his face grazing the officer's belly and his scent filling his nostrils. His huge sack bounced against Charles' chin and he felt them tensing as they prepared to unload his stream of sticky cum into his whore mouth. Charles had no idea how the man could cum so quickly, twice in a row. He thought that’s probably what real men could do, and decided to just enjoy his luck that the Officer was a real man.

  “Ah, no, not yet, filthy girl,” she directed and the officer pulled back, leaving Charles hungry for more, gasping and wiggling in the chair to get back to his service. “Lick his balls now, slut,” she told him and the officer wrapped his hand around his enormous dick and moved it just out of reach and fed Charles his sack.

  Licking him, rubbing his face in the sweaty, soft skin, Charles felt himself leaking uncontrollably in his panties drenched with cum. He moved his head as far forward as he could with his hands bound to the chair behind him and slurped and suckled and opened his mouth to take one testicle inside and then the next. The officer was heaving and his breath came faster as he watched Charles pleasure him. His hand still on his cock, he started to work it up and down, moving the foreskin almost to the tip and then pulling it back. He groaned and pulled Charles' hair as he rubbed his face against his balls. “Fuck yeah,” was all he could say, over and over and it sent chills down Charles' spine to hear himself be so well used.

  “Now you need to suck on his ass,” Miss Hodge stopped the man in mid sigh and with her finger, indicted in which position she wanted to see him. “Stick that sissy tongue in your owner's asshole, show him how you serve an alpha.”

  With that, the officer pushed his pants down further and turned. His cheeks were round and hard and when he pulled them apart with his hands, his puckered asshole opened and fluttered for a moment. Charles tilted his head back and felt her face touch his for a moment, trembling at her closeness and whispered, “Please, I don’t want to, please don't make me.”

  She thrust his face forward and her voice was pure steel, “You and I both know this is exactly what you want, what you’ve always wanted. Now’s your chance – do it,” and he swallowed hard before offering his tongue. He ran his wet tongue over the opening and heard the man grunt. Miss Hodge pushed him by the hair so that his tongue slipped inside. Tasting him, Charles swirled his tongue, licking around the tight hole, slipping his tongue out to swallow him down. He eased his tongue back in, deeper this time and felt the man's anus open to him and he slowly started fucking him with his tongue, hoping that he would pleasure Miss Hodge with his servitude. Her hand stayed gripped in his hair and she watched as he drove his tongue in and worked it back and forth, fluttering it in the officer's opening, feeling his ass move against Charles' face.

  Suddenly she yanked him back by the hair and leaned forward herself, she spat on the man's hole and drug him back, ordering, “Lick that up, girl” and he hungrily sucked down her saliva, swallowing the taste of her quickly before probing even deeper. “Think about my spit lubing up your nasty hole,” she murmured, sighing deeply as she watched him lap at the man's dripping asshole.

  She let go of his hair and walked to the front of the table, asking Officer Rodriguez, “Are you ready to fill this sissy's hole up with cum?”

  He groaned and spread his cheeks wider so that his anus gaped and Charles could dig into him even further. “Yes, I'm ready,” he panted and pushed his ass up once more before pulling away. Charles felt himself being untied from the back of the chair, only to be bent over the chair with his hands retied in front of him. He squirmed when she parted his shaking legs and he felt another piece of rope secure his ankles to the chair legs.

  Spread open wide, with his heart pounding again, his legs felt like jelly and he was unsure if he could stand in the heels a moment longer. New excitement welled up and he pleaded for it to stop, though he prayed it would never end, “I can't,” he half-moaned, “I’ve never done this before...”

  “Now you and I both know that’s not true,” she scoffed before ripping the panties off, the material breaking behind him, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable and quaking at the thought of the cock he could barely fit into his mouth suddenly filling him with pleasure, right there in his tight, little sissy hole. “You're a whore and all you're good for is cock.”

  He turned
his head in her direction and whispered once more, “You’re right. Give it to me.”

  He smiled as he realized his secret desire was about to come true. Tied to the chair and humiliated, soon to be split in two by the pounding dick, his thighs shook and his mind raced, trying to deal with the pleasure and excitement. Then, he heard her behind him. She parted his cheeks and a splash of her saliva hit his warm hole. All he could do was gasp as he felt the sweet trickle of her, warm and wet, touching his backside and sliding down his balls.

  “I'm going to have to open you up,” she told him, the feel of something hard pressing against him, the head of a dick teasing him, “so that you're fit to be my whore.” With that, the wide head of her hard dick prodded and opened him, moving inside.

  Charles winced and pleaded, “yes, yes” over and over as Miss Hodge slowly thrust, inch-by-inch, deeper inside.

  “You don't want my cock inside you, slut?” she murmured, reaching forward to find his half-hard erection which sprang to life under her touch.

  “No,” he whispered, moving back and forth for her all the same.

  “You're a liar, sissy, this is all you want,” she told him, pushing in another inch until she had filled him completely.

  The pleasure was almost crushing, being spread open and taken, his sphincter stretched and burning with delight from the width of her dick. Then as she pulled back, the head of her cock touched his prostate and the sensation of her touching him there sent delicious waves from deep inside all the way to his little dick that she had wrapped tightly in her hand. “Tell me you don't want that, sissy whore,” she whispered now.

  “I do want it,” he cried and moved his hips back into her to prove it.

  “Tell me what you want, sissy girl,” she commanded him and thrust in and out more swiftly now.

  “I want your cock inside me,” Charles moaned pitifully and ground his nub of a dick in her hand as he admitted the truth.

  “Tell me what you'll do for this big cock, whore,” she wouldn't stop and his mind raced, trying to think of one thing he wouldn't do.

  He shook his head no as he realized there was nothing. “Anything, Miss Hodge, I'll do anything for you. I'm your sissy whore. I belong to you. I'll do anything you tell me to do,” he told her as he opened up wider so that she could fuck him even harder.

  “You'll suck and take all the cock I tell you to?” she asked as her hand wrapped tight around his little dick that trickled from her touch.

  “Yes,” he moaned. “Anything.”

  “You'll drink cum like a good little girl and beg for all the alpha cock I put inside your right holes?” she had brought him to the edge and somehow, with her inside of him and controlling his ass, he couldn't find one word that was wrong.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” was all he could repeat and cry over and over.

  “Oh God,” she shivered behind him and she was cumming, filling his used hole up to the brim and he felt her hot and dripping inside and out before his dick shook with his own orgasm in her hand.

  Charles was still gasping when the security guard traded places with Miss Hodge. The even larger dick filled him with pleasure as he pushed the head and the bottom of his wide shaft inside, but Miss Hodge had moved to the other side of the chair and he looked at her legs in the stockings, the sliver of fabric between her legs and the huge black cock she sported on the strap that rode her hips. She grasped the harness and started to wriggle out of the device and asked him in a breathy voice, “Do you deserve to worship my pussy, sissy?”

  “Yes,” he begged her. “It's all I want to do.”

  The officer was buried inside his dripping gash and Charles could hear the sloppy wet noises of the cum that boiled in his hole being churned with each move.

  “If you're a good slut and take his load, I'll let you kiss my wet panties with your nasty tongue,” she murmured and soon she stood before him in merely the lingerie.

  Charles could see the outline of her full lips and the seam between them, imagining she would be sweet and damp there. If he hadn't just released in her hand, he would now. As it was, his dick thumped once more, begging for the chance to kneel before her.

  Charles panted under the weight of the man as he ground every inch of his steel pole into Charles. He could feel the officer's balls tighten and both of them gasped at his release. Charles felt him spew his wad of hot, salty juice deep inside his stretched hole.

  “Untie him,” she prompted the officer and as the man slid out of his gaping hole, Charles felt the seed running in rivulets down his shaking thighs. The man quickly loosened the ropes that held his ankles and wrists. Charles dropped the red heels as he ran to crouch on the floor at her feet and reached his face up and smothered himself against the panties. Her scent all over him, her taste was intoxicating. He darted his tongue out and ran it along the seam in the front, where he imagined her beautiful clit was and he felt her throbbing there as he kissed her. Charles reached up to press her bottom from behind, to crush her against him, desperate for her to shimmy out of the lingerie and allow him to suck her down and make her cum.

  Despite her soft, little moans under his supplicating tongue, after what may have been hours later or merely minutes, she bent down and touched his chin to bring his face up to look at hers. “Very good, slut. You are most definitely a sissy. The store will take no further action and you are free to leave.”

  She moved to go and he watched, tongue still out, hoping that she would give him one last lick, but she merely slid into the fitted dress and smoothed her long jacket over and the click of her heels was like a knife in his heart as she left.

  Alone with the security guard, he suddenly felt afraid again, wondering if he would be expected to continue, wondering if he could bear not to. Officer Rodriguez pointed to his clothes and said, “Get dressed, Mr. Moore and I'll escort you out of the store.”

  In moments, it was as if none of it had happened. The officer had him in his tight grip by the elbow as he walked him briskly to the front door. The only evidence appeared to be that when Charles sat gingerly in the driver's seat of his car, he felt the wet ooze left behind in his bottom trickle in his boy underwear.

  His cell phone quickly woke him from his daydream. It was her.

  “Are you telling me that you're not a sissy yet?” the voice on the phone somehow knew every move he made. There was no lying to her.

  “No, I'm a sissy,” he accepted it and tingled inside knowing that he had finally taken what he'd always secretly wanted. “I'm your sissy,” he added quickly.

  “That's a good slut,” she told him before hanging up.

  The End

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