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I've known from an early age, that I enjoyed looking up a woman dress. This habit started with the young girls in grade-school, and continued right on into my adult-hood. As time went on, my sexual "likes" and "dislikes" became more and more refined. By the time I was in high school, I learned that a pair of thin soft cotton panties felt good when I wrapped them around my cock, and I jerked off into them. This was especially true if they were still warm and moist from their owner. A fourteen year old neighborhood girlfriend of my sister provided me with this pleasure on many occasions. My sister had told me on numerous occasions that Kathy had a serious crush on me. Although she was a little to young for me, and a little bit on the plump side, she was a real dark-haired cutie-pie of Italian descent. Sexually speaking, she was way ahead of most of the girls her age. Every time her and I got the chance, we’d get together for a little make-out session. She knew I liked looking up her skirt, and she would remove her panties and hand them to me. I was allowed to look, but I was not allowed to touch. She would rub her pussy, and pull it open a little bit, while she watched me jerking off into her panties. I was almost 18 at the time, and I always rewarded her with a fresh load of warm spunk in her panties. After I finished, she would put her soaked panties back on, and go home. Other than a little bit of touchy feely, we never engaged in actual sex.
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I suppose, it was the fear of getting caught, that stop us from going any further. But one thing is for sure, she was the beginning my fascination with female exhibitionism. Around this same time, there was another girl named Dorothy who was the daughter of my parents friends. She was also cute, but she didn’t have much in the tittie department. On several occasions, she stayed overnight with my sister, and she wanted my brother and I to play the old game of, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours. ” While he never took part, I was always ready to play this game. Even when we weren’t playing the game, she would deliberately sit, so her panties could be seen. She was a little cock-teaser and she knew it. It was from experiences such as these, that I learned things about myself. I learned that I favored small firm breasted women with petite bodies. I also learned that I was a leg man. I looked from the bottom up, not from the top down. In fact, big boobs actually turned me off, and they still do. I also learned that I was thoroughly fascinated with women's panties, and what they covered. Over time, panties have become a fetish for me.
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To this day, my wife gives me her panties, and while I’m watching her play with her pussy, I let her watch me beat my meat into her panties. I’m right back to playing the same game I played as a teen-ager. As soon as I'm ready to shoot, she climbs on top of me, and slides her pussy down over my 7 inch hard cock and takes my load inside. Without the visual effect of watching her remove her panties, and play with her pussy, while I‘m stroking my meat in her panties, I doubt if I would be able to shoot my wad. Before I get into my fixation with exhibitionism, you need to know my preference for woman’s clothing. Throughout my childhood and into high-school, most of the girls I ever saw wore cotton panties. After high school, I began to notice that more and more women were wearing nylon panties, instead of the cotton type. Nylon panties were also good, but they didn't give my cock as much friction as the cotton ones did. The biggest advantage to the nylon panties over the cotton ones, was that they can be sheer enough, to present a partially hidden view of a woman's cunny. This was always a thrill for me. Nylon panties also come in a wider range of styles. In both cases, I like the fuller cut panties more than the brief thong style panties. To this day, thong panties just look uncomfortable to me. Panties aren't the only thing that arouse me. Being a leg-man, the style and type of material covering a woman's legs is also important.
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While most stockings are okay with me, panty-hose are absolutely out. The son-of-a-bitch who invented them, should have been shot, as far as I'm concerned. Even the ones with a sheer crotch don‘t do anything for me. Depending on the style of dress worn, knee-high socks, fishnet stockings, stay top stockings, and silk stockings can all be quite arousing. But other than a simple garter belt and panties, those heavy duty coverings such as corsets and girdles are also a complete turn-off to me. I guess I’m just one of those fellows who believe that, “the closer to bone, the sweeter the meat. ”When it comes to blouses, I like the semi-shear, or thin cotton type. The color and style must match the rest of the ensemble, but it doesn’t have to be low cut, although that never hurts. Sleeveless blouses and open midriff blouses are especially nice for us voyeurs. I like my women to wear blouses that are snug enough to show off the shape of her titties, but loose enough to allow them to giggle and wiggle when she walks. A plain old tee-shirt can look real nice on a woman with a nice pair of titties. Part of the reason I’m not real picky about the blouses my women wear, is because I’m not a devout tit-man. Don’t get me wrong, there are few things finer than a nice pair of firm titties. I especially like the smaller ones where the stiff nipples turn upward, and look as though they’re begging to be suckled. These type of tittie rarely need a bra, which are another item that should be avoided whenever possible.
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If a woman “does” have to wear a bra, then she should wear the thin wireless kind that allows us guys to see her puckered nipples. All of these items bring us to the most important item of clothing in a woman’s wardrobe, which is her skirt, or dress. Personally, I like thin, short, swishy type of skirts and dresses on my women. I do not like tight fitting skirts, tight fitting dresses, or slacks on women for the same reason I don‘t like panty-hose. Besides the fact that they are hard to look under, they just look uncomfortable. I guess this is why most of my fantasies involve short pleated school-girl type skirts, tennis skirts, summer dresses, and cheer-leading outfits. Outfits that provide an up-the-skirt view, and show off lots of leg, are the ones that turn me on the most. Of course, it’s equally important that a woman wearing these items of clothing, must know how to use them to her best advantage. If a woman wears a short dress or skirt, but she spends all of her time pulling it down to cover her legs, so no-one can see anything, then the effect of short outfit is wasted. Some women are natural born exhibitionists, who know exactly how to use their clothes to their advantage. The kind of dresses and skirt outfits that Karen wore, and how she wore them, are one of the main themes I’ll be describing throughout this story. Being self-conscious about my fetish for looking up a woman's dress, I kept quiet about my habit, and just stayed satisfied with the views that I was sometimes afforded. These usually took place at bars and dance clubs. On those occasions when I didn't get lucky (which was often), I would go home and jerk-off into an ex-girlfriends pair of panties, while replaying in my mind, the flashes I had been afforded that evening. Since I had to keep washing the panties, they no longer had the scent of hot pussy in them.
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But they still felt good wrapped around my cock. Besides, every now and then, I was able to acquire a fresh pair of used panties. I had gotten married in my early twenties to a wonderful girl. We got along real well together for a year-and-a-half or so. By then, the honeymoon was over and reality was beginning to surface. We had gone from the “Sex Anytime, Anywhere” stage, of relationships, to the “Sex only in the Bedroom at night” stage, of relationships. And even then, it was only once or twice a week. In an effort to spice up our relationship, to keep it from degenerating into the “Hallway sex” stage, I told her about my panty fetish, and how I wanted to watch her rub her pussy (which I knew she was already doing in private. ). I asked her to start wearing short dresses, so she could flash me (and other me) in public places. She wouldn't hear of it. Even worse, she thought I was a sick-O for even asking her to do these. Who knows, perhaps I was. Things only went downhill from there. I started going to a local pub after work, on a regular basis.
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And in a short time, I was seeing another woman who wasn't as prudish as my wife was. She soon found out about this, and we decided to separate. I blamed the separation on her for forcing me to turn towards other women, because she refused to indulge me in my fantasies with her. She of course, argued that she had married a sexual pervert who only loved sex, and not her. nothing changed, and a few months later, she asked me for a divorce; which I gladly agreed too. But this marriage put a real damper on me, ever again revealing my sexual fantasies to another woman. I decided then and there, to keep my fantasies hidden in my secret closet. It wasn't until I was in my early thirties, that I first had the nerves to reveal my voyeuristic fantasies, and sexual behavior, to a woman again. I met her at a pub in Wheaton, Maryland. She was sitting at a table in the front, playing a game of Pac-Man (that should tell you how long ago this was) by herself. The moment I saw her, I knew there was something about this girl that I liked, only I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. She had a cute petite figure with perfectly shaped legs sticking out of a mid-length pleated skirt. I couldn't tell if she was wearing stockings or panty-hose at the time, because her legs were crossed, and the skirt came mid-way down to her thighs. But the way she was crossing, and re-crossing her legs, drew my attention to them right away. She had absolutely incredible legs.
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She also had this curled lock of hair that hung down in front of her eyes, that also turned me on. And while she was obviously wearing a bra under her peasant style white blouse, it was clear that she had a real nice pair of firm titties up top. She had the same body shape as Tawnee Stone, the inter-net porno star had. And she was every bit as cute. I sipped my beer for awhile, and watched to see if she was with anyone. When it appeared that she was alone, I walked up to her table, introduced myself, and asked if I could join her in a game of Pac-Man, and she replied, "Sure. " I soon found out that she was an excellent player, which was why nobodyelse was playing against her. Games were usually played for a beer. Since I was an excellent player also, we hit it off right away. It was obvious we are both the competitive type, and for the next several hours, we enjoyed each others conversation. I knew then, that we were meant to meet each other. While we played game after game, and drank beer after beer, she kept crossing and re-crossing her legs, which were in the open to the side of the small game table. It was during this time that I discovered she was wearing those stay-top type of stockings, with a pair of pale yellow cotton panties underneath. I only got the briefest of views, but this was enough to give me a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Later on, I would find out that she was deliberately flashing me.
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She told me her name was Karen, and she was 25 years old. She was a manager of a health food store, and she still single. This surprised me, since she was both very pretty, as well as cute and built like a brick shithouse. This should have been a sign, telling me what kind of girl I was getting tangled with, but I was blinded by her legs, and the little peeks she was giving me of her panties. She did mention that she was dating someone, but she said it wasn't a serious relationship on her part. She neglected to mention that it was a very serious relationship on his part. As time went by, I could tell from her slurred words, that she had had enough to drink. After a dozen or so games, she asked me if I would drive her home, and she would come back in the morning to get her car. Needless to say, I jumped at this opportunity. I hadn’t been this lucky in a long time. The ride back to her place was one filled with eye-candy. When she got into my truck, she let her legs spread wide open, giving me a view all the way up her skirt to her cotton panties. Wow, did she ever have great legs. She kept her legs apart, until she moved a few things on the floor, so she could pull her right leg in. At the time, I was sure this exposure was purely accidental, and probably due to her somewhat, inebriated condition.
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As I drove along, she had twisted her body towards me and was constantly opening and closing her legs in a most seductive manner. This girl was driving me crazy, and she didn't have much further to drive, before she would send me right over the edge. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the views she was constantly showing me. I was already horny when the evening started, and this girl was making it very difficult to pay attention to the traffic, when what I really wanted to do was pull over, and throw a lip-lock on her. By the time we reached our destination, I was damned glad, that I hadn’t shot my load into my pants.
It would have been very embarrassing, to explain the big wet spot on the front of my trousers. And what made everything worse, was that I was so naive, I still thought all of these leg and panty flashes were accidental, caused by all the drinking we did that evening. She lived in a small rental apartment in the basement of someone's house. It was very neat and clean and had it's own entrance. After she showed me around her place (which took about 30 seconds), she asked me to take a seat on the couch, and she would be back in a moment. I knew she had gone to the bathroom, and when she came back out, I saw that she had removed the sweater, and kicked off the sandals she had worn that night. Her legs were very shapely, and looked soft and smooth. She had dainty little feet, and now that the sweater was gone, and she was standing straight up, I could tell she had larger boobs than the kind I usually go for. But I certainly wasn’t complaining. Throughout all of this, we continued to chit-chat, while she fetched us another beer and some chips.
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From my position on the couch, I could easily see into her kitchenette where she was climbing up on one of those two-step stools, to reach into an upper cabinet for a large bowl. She looked like she was struggling a bit, so I hopped up, and went over to give her a hand. The hell with the bowl I thought, it was all I could do to keep from reaching up her skirt, and rubbing her legs with my hands. I hoped she didn’t see me staring and drooling, as she turned around and handed me the bowl. Since she was short, she was only a little taller than me when she stood on the stool. I leaned over and placed the bowl on the counter as she turned around to face me. As I stood back up, she threw her arms around my neck, and leaned into me. This took me by surprise, and suddenly our lips were locked in a deep French kiss, that must have lasted for five minutes or more. My head was spinning, and my dick was quickly getting harder in my pants. I couldn’t help but rub myself against the front of her as we continued to embrace. With her arms still locked around my neck, she pulled herself up until her breasts were almost face level. She then wrapped her legs around my waist and asked me to carry her over to the couch. Her skirt had slid well up her thighs, and if it hadn’t for the fact that she was pressed tight against me, I’m sure I would have seen everything up close. I reached behind her, put my hands underneath her ass and carried her to the couch. There was no doubt about it, she had a full firm perfectly shaped ass.
As I carefully lowered her to the couch, I made sure I would be in a position to see up her skirt before she closed her legs. As she laid back against the left-hand side of the couch, she didn’t make any move, to close her legs. The cotton crotch-band of her panties were in full view, and I’m sure she noticed the woodie I had gotten in the front of my pants. The beer and chips were quickly forgotten as she motioned for me to sit down on the opposite end of the couch. I was a bit disappointed, as she closed her legs and turned fully side-ways, facing me. As I sat down, she straightened out her dress a little bit and drew her legs up, until her feet were on the couch between us. She then layed back, and put her feet up on my lap. Her skirt rode well up her thighs again, and she asked me to massage her feet because they were tired. It was then that I remembered one of our conversations in the bar, when she asked me if I liked giving and receiving massages. I told her I loved them, but I didn’t know if I was all that good at giving them. Nevertheless, I was more than happy to do this for her. As I began to massage her dainty feet, my eyes never left the hem of her skirt, which now rested only a few inches short of her panties. As I used both hands to massage one foot, she rubbed her other foot against the aching hard-on in my pants. I don’t have to tell you folks, what effect this had on my libido. I knew right then and there, that I was going to get laid that night, by this gorgeous, hot sexy creature.
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She slid down further on the couch, which forced her to spread her legs a little bit further apart, so I could continue giving her a foot massage. Her skirt was now all the way up to the crotch-band of her panties. But she wasn't the least bit concerned, that I could clearly see the pale yellow cotton panties she was wearing. In fact, it wasn’t until now, that I realized that this was exactly what she wanted me to see. Her panties were snug, but not to tight, and I could faintly make out a dark tuft of hair through them, just above the top of the damp crotch-band. I knew her panties were damp from the darkened area in the crotch, which caused the cotton material to mold itself nicely to the plump mound of her pussy. I continued massaging her feet one at a time, I couldn’t wait for her to let me kiss and lick the soft thigh meat she was so avidly showing me. Being a true leg man, I’ve always loved sucking and kissing the softness of a woman’s upper thighs, just above her stockings. There’s never been a better pillow, than a great pair of female thighs. My eyes stayed locked on her sexy display, and I must have looked pretty pathetic to her. As she continued stroking my hard cock with her foot, she asked me if I had enjoyed the leg show she had given me in the bar. I already figured out that she had been deliberately teasing me, but now it was confirmed. She had her hook in me, and she was now reeling me in. I was not used to sexually aggressive women, so this was all new to me. I told her that she had been screwing with my head, from the first moment she had flashed her legs at me, and I loved every second of what she was doing to me.
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Her smile told me she was pleased to hear this, although I’m sure she already knew it. Her open and honest attitude, allowed me to open up to her about my panty fetish and looking up woman's skirts. She then told me how much she loved flashing and teasing "certain men," and I was now one of them. I didn’t understand what she meant by "certain men, and now I was one of them," and she didn’t give me a chance to ask her. She suddenly spread her legs wide, by lifting her left leg up over my head, and laying it on the top of the backrest of the couch. Her right leg splayed wide with her knee out over the seat cushion, and her right foot drawn up to her fully displayed yellow cotton panties. Her hands went down to the crotch-band of her panties and she began to rub the damp material into her pussy. She then innocently asked me if I would like to eat her pussy. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She wasn’t really asking me so much, as she was telling me that was what she wanted me to do. She didn't have to ask me twice. Although I was shaking with anticipation, I didn't hesitate for a moment. I immediately turned sideways on the couch, and leaned forward, putting my face down close to her damp panties. The intoxicating smell of wet pussy was literally driving me crazy. I wanted to pull her panties to the side and push my face tight against her with my tongue as far into her hot quim as I could get it.
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Just as my face was within inches of her pussy, and my fingers started pulling the crotch-band of her panties to the side, she stopped me. She used both of her hands and her right foot to push me backwards. She then said, "You men are so impatient. You don't even know how a woman likes to have her pussy eaten. " I had eaten pussy lots of times, and I never got a complaint about it before. Most of the girls I had dated until now, really liked having their pussy’s eaten, and I had begun to think of myself, as a sort of pro in this department. Boy was I wrong. I had a lot to learn. To my surprise, she told me to follow her instructions, and she would teach me how to properly eat a woman's pussy. I quickly got over my shock at her words, and thought to myself, what the hell, maybe I could learn something new. I decided then and there, to be a good student if that's what she wanted. She then told me to stand up, and take off me pants, but to leave my underwear on. She went back to lightly rubbing her pussy as she explained things to me. She said she liked seeing a man's cock punching straight out against his underwear or sticking out over the top, if the underwear were uncomfortable. She also said she liked briefs on her men more than the boxer style of underwear.
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She especially liked the bikini style of men’s briefs which I didn’t like wearing. It wouldn’t be long, before she had bought me several pairs of these to wear when we went out together. My cock was so stiff now, that I had to pull it straight up where she could see the entire length pressed against the front of my fruit-of-the-loom briefs. This must have pleased her, because she then rubbed her foot against it and said, "Ohhh my, that's nice. " She then told me to sit back down, and to start at her feet, and lightly kiss my way up her spread legs. While I did this, she laid back, and with both hands, she started twisting her nipples through the blouse and bra she was still wearing. I already knew she had dynamite tits, even though she hadn't exposed them to me yet. My mind was still captivated by her legs and panties, and I decided to just do as she said, and enjoy the sensations she was providing me. My lips and tongue quickly kissed their way from her feet to her thighs, and she stopped me again, and told me to slow down. She then said she wanted to make love, not just have sex. Boy was I disappointed. I thought that’s what we were doing, and all I wanted, was to get on top and work my meat into her so I could get my rocks off. I thought that’s what all women wanted. I had a lot to learn. She then instructed me to remove her stockings, using nothing but my teeth.
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She said to do it slowly, so I wouldn't rip her stockings, but I could kiss and lick everything I uncovered. It took me about 5 minutes to get the first stocking off, and I spent several more minutes kissing and licking my way up her gorgeous soft leg. As I did this, she just laid there with her eyes closed, and her fingers were squeezing her nipples through the blouse she still had on. I knew from the sounds she was making, that she was enjoying what I was doing. Just as I was getting ready to do the other leg, she told me to start over at her feet, and suck each one of her toes individually. I wasn't sure if this was just a test, to see if I would do what she wanted me to do, or not. While I often massaged a woman’s feet, I had never sucked anyone’s toes before. But I wasn’t going to argue with her. Besides, I was really starting to enjoy giving her a lot of pleasure. Once I started sucking her toes, there wasn’t any doubt about whether she liked what I was doing. She moved her hands down to the crotch band of her panties and began rubbing her pussy again. The more she rubbed herself, the wetter she got, and while I was sucking her toes, I couldn't tear my eyes away from what she was doing. I was hoping at any moment, that she would pull the crotch-band to the side and let me see her wet pussy. The anticipation of this gave me a full erection. The slight heady taste of her sweaty feet and the visual effect of watching her rub her pussy suddenly caused my cock to erupt.
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Boy was I pissed off at myself, for not having more control over my cock than I did. She instinctively knew what had happened, and she told me not to worry about it. It was almost as if she wanted this to happen. Most of my cum had splashed against my own belly, inside of my briefs, causing a sticky mess. But some of it had leaked through my briefs, and landed on her leg. She told me to lick it off, and to go ahead and remove the other stocking in the same way as I had just done the first one. I've tasted my own cum before, when I kissed a woman‘s pussy after I had just fucked her. But I certainly never make a practice of it. And I have never done this at a women's request. At this point, I don't think there was anything I wouldn't do for Karen. I wanted more than anything, to get into her panties and she knew it. My cock had only deflated a little bit, and I knew it would be re-charged quickly and ready for action again real soon. In a way, I was kind of glad it happened this way. At least now, when I did shove my cock into her, I wouldn't shoot off right away. While I've never been prone to pre-mature ejaculations, there have been a few times, that I shot my wad, before I had the chance to get my dick good and wet.
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I did as she asked, and licked the few globs of my cum from her leg, while she watched me, and continued rubbing her panty covered pussy. Surprisingly, the taste of my own cum seemed erotic in this situation. As soon as I finished licking my cum from her leg, I moved on, to her other stockinged leg. Once I had removed the second stocking, I started sucking sucked on her toes again, and slowly this time, kissed my way up her legs to her thigh. It was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying all of this attention. Her fingers were pressing deep into the groove of her pussy now, and I could even see the wetness on her finger tips. She then told me to lick my way up to the elastic leg-band of her panties, but not to go underneath. I’ve always enjoyed licking and kissing the area nearest a woman's panty covered pussy. And I knew I was going to especially enjoy doing this to Karen now. It was my turn, to show her some of my own moves. As my nose came into direct contact with her now sodden panties, the smell of her sweet pussy brought my erection to full size again. She gripped my head with her fingers, and held them there as my tongue traced a line along the leg-band of her panties. It took a lot of inner strength, to avoid ripping her panties off, and diving in face first. But I didn't want to destroy the sensations I was giving her, for the sake of my own lusts. She then told me I could use my teeth to remove her panties, and to work them down her legs slowly.
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She had to lift her ass up a bit, so I could slide my hands under the top of the backside of her panties. I then held her firm ass-cheeks in the palms of my hands as I worked her panties down off of her hips. A small tuft of brown curly hairs appeared at the top of her pussy as I continued pulling her panties down with my teeth. The wet crotch band stayed glued to her well oiled pussy, before it finally gave way and pulled loose from her pussy. As my face slid down through her pussy hair, my nose was suddenly filled with the scent of hot cunt, and my balls felt like they were going to burst again. Her legs were slightly splayed open causing the crotch-band of her wet panties to be stretched wide between her thighs. I lowered myself to the floor for more room, and from this prone position, I could easily see her perfectly formed cunny up through the stretched leg openings of her panties. Her soft pussy mound was clean shaven except for the small tuft of curly hairs at the top. The flesh colored opening of her outer pussy lips was slightly open, and I could just barely see the inner pink hole of her love canal. At the top of her pussy, her almost hidden clitoris looked stiff, but it was just barely peeking out from between the lips, so I couldn‘t tell for sure. I could also see the lower portion of a perfectly shaped pair of ass cheeks. The knot in my balls was beginning to surface again, and I knew I had to concentrate on the job at hand, to keep from cumming again. Just as I started to pull her panties the rest of the way down with my teeth, she told me to take the crotch-band of her panties in my mouth, and suck her juices from it. I gladly complied. While I did this, she reached down with her fingertips, and gently pulled her pussy lips apart, right before my eyes.
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There it was; the tight pink opening to her inner core; the prize I was waiting to get into all evening. With the index finger of her right hand, she began flicking her stiff little clitoris back and forth repeatedly. From the moans she was making, it was clear that she was one the throes of her own orgasm. The sounds, the smells and the tastes I was receiving, were just too much for my mind to handle. My cock erupted again, and I lost another load of hot cum. And I hadn't even fucked her yet. Damn-it - damn-it, damn-it, I cursed myself, for my lack of control - - - again. The only time this ever happened to me before, was when I was a punk kid in high school, and a bunch of us guys went to a strip-bar on “The Block” in Baltimore. This girl was really fucking with my head, and she knew exactly what she was doing. With her wet panties still in my mouth, and a second load of my own cumin my soaking wet briefs, she innocently looked up at me, and asked me if there was a problem that she could help me with. I wasn’t sure if she was serious, or making fun of my lack of control. I don’t know whether it was from embarrassment, or my own male ego, but I pulled my mouth away from her panties, and I told her I was getting very frustrated from shooting my wad, before I even had the chance to fuck her. I've never come more than three times in a row, and I had already spent my first two loads. "Patience" she assured me, "will be well rewarded. " She then told me to goahead, and finish pulling her panties off - - - with my teeth.
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"You men need to learn how to give pleasure, if you want to receive it," she said. She then pointed out, that although she loved what I was doing to her, she had not had an orgasm herself yet, and I already had two of them. She had a point there. There was no doubt about it, she was the one in control. As I leaned down to pull her panties off the rest of the way with my teeth, the impact of what was really going on, suddenly hit me up-side the head. She was treating me, just like most men usually treat women. Only instead of, “Wham, bam thank you ma’am,” she wanted me too, “Purr, in my fur, thank you sir. ” Karen was obviously a master at both giving pleasure, as well as receiving pleasure for herself. She had told me earlier on that evening, that she had an instinctive sense of knowing, which men and women, had the same sexual preferences that she had. I didn’t pay much attention to this at the time; probably because I was still thinking with the little head, while I was trying to peek up her skirt. But I now understood, that this is what she meant by the term "certain men," she had used earlier. This was all about control, and I was her latest victim. I finished removing her panties, and was just about to say something about this control issue, which was bothering me, when she suddenly surprised me by telling me that it was my turn, and for me to get up on the couch, lay back, and enjoy the show. I wasn’t sure if she sensed what was going through my mind or what, but I’m smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut. She cleared off a coffee table that was by the wall, and moved it over in front of the couch where I was now laying back as she instructed.
She went into her bedroom and brought back another pair of clean dry panties, which she handed to me. They were also cotton, but this time they were pastel pink. I must have had a quizzical look on my face, because she told me to just relax, and she’d take care of everything. She kneeled down in front of me and worked my still wet underwear down my legs and off of me. Then, she pressed my underwear to her lips and licked the heaviest concentration of my cum from the material. She then leaned forward, and softly sucked my semi erect penis into her mouth, where she licked it clean with her tongue. As my cock began to stiffen up again, she pulled her mouth away, and wrapped the clean pink panties around it. She then told me to rub her panties up and down on my cock, while I watched her remove her clothes. But I was absolutely forbidden to cum again, because she wanted the next load for herself. I was stunned and speechless at what she was doing and saying. How could she have known about my fantasies. She was still in control, but everything she was doing was for me - - - or so I thought. She got up on the coffee table, and without the aide of music, she began to do a slow grinding sexy dance. As she did this, she started asking me questions while she continued her slow strip-tease. “Do you like the way my nipples show through my blouse?” she asked, as she slowly unbuttoned it down to her waist.
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“Do you like my lacy bra, or would you rather I walked around braless for you when we go out together?” she asked, as her bra came into full view, when she pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. I quickly realized that she wasn’t really expecting me to answer the questions, as much as she was putting ideas into my head. I started fantasizing about the things she was saying, as I stroked my meat in her soft pink panties. “Do you want other men to see my hard nipples when we’re together?” she asked, “or would you rather I wear a bra and keep them covered?” Her blouse now fell to the floor, and she cupped her hands under her gorgeous bra covered tits and pushed them together, and up towards her chin. “Would you get jealous if another man squeezed my breasts while I was dancing with him?” she asked, “or would you even let me dance with another man?” I was a bit surprised that she was asking me these questions as though we were already a couple. But there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that we were going to be seeing a lot more of each other beyond that night. Had she really known me, she would have known I was the jealous type. On the other hand, she was bringing out my deepest and darkest fantasies - - - fantasies that I had kept hidden for many years. I wanted a woman who would tease me. But the real excitement for me came from knowing that other men were enjoying the sights, that she was teasing me with. Of course, I wasn’t about to admit this to her, - - - not yet, anyway. She was now reaching behind her back, and undoing the hook to her bra. As it fell to the floor, she cupped her firm titties again, and pushed them up so she could lick the nipples. Damn they looked good. I couldn’t wait to get my lips on them.
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“You like looking up a girls dress don’t you?” she asked, as she reached down and slowly raised her skirt higher and higher. I began stroking my meat faster and faster as she continued teasing me with her erotic questions and strip tease. “Would you like for me to wear really short skirts and dresses from now on, when we go out?” she asked. She held her skirt about 6 inches above her knees, and asked me if I liked it this short, or shorter. “I usually don’t wear any panties,” she said, “but if the skirts and dresses are too short, I guess I’ll have too wear them more often. ” She then pulled her skirt within inches of her pussy and said, “Men are always trying to get a quick feel when I wear my skirts and dresses this short. So I’ll only wear them like this when we’re together so you can protect me. ” Are you still going to want me to wear panties if I wear skirts this short when we’re together?’ she asked. By this time, my eyes were closed, and my mind was visualizing her in an ultra short skirt, without panties in public. My fantasies were all coming back in full force as I continued stroking my cock faster and faster. My cock was rock hard again, and I wanted Karen to climb onto me, and lower her pussy down onto my cock. “Ohhh yeah baby, fuck me,” I begged, as my ass was now hanging over the edge of the couch. But she wasn’t done with me yet. She knew I was about to blow another load of hot cum, so she got back down between my legs again, and sucked the knob of my cock back into her warm wet mouth. I raised hands above my head, and gripped the cushions for leverage.
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She wrapped her fingers around my hard cock, which was still wrapped in her panties, and she took over the job of jerking my cock, while her lips and tongue played havoc with the knob of my dick. She then leaned down further, and starting near my anus, she licked my balls with long wet strokes of her tongue. That did it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Just as I was about to shoot my third wad, I felt her lips clamp down over my cock, and she sucked it in as far as she could get it into her mouth. I put my hands back down on her head, and I held her it there, as volley after volley of my hot jism shot down her throat. She swallowed every single drop, and she licked my cock clean as I laid still, waiting for the intensity of my orgasm to come to an end. After several minutes, she led me into her bedroom where we both laid down on her bed. She then said, “Let’s get some sleep, we have a lot of things to talk about in the morning. ” She got no argument from me, as I rolled over and held her close to me. She fit against me like a hand in a glove, and the warmth of her body, and the sweet fragrance of her hair, put me to sleep almost immediately. .
