Control
I see you there, sitting across from me in the park. You are the ruin of me. Imagine the type you must wear and how many options you have. My knees weaken me.
It is a simple truth… It’s a wicked, wicked game you play. At any moment, you could show me, but you don’t. Your legs are crossed over each other, hiding the treasure that I crave. I am desperate now… I beg of you… do not make me wait.
You see my face and give a mischievous grin as you uncross your long, luscious legs that house the goods. You give me a hint as I see the crest of your inner thigh… Then, in the most heinous way, you cross them back. It is a crime of passionless horror that you commit.
To say that I am controlled is an understatement. I am at a loss for words, and I break my neck to see the lace, silk, or satin… but I am denied. You are a spellbinding witch in the best possible sense. You are the most glorious of creatures. I seek you in the shadows and across the galaxies. I yearn to see but a mere glimpse of what lies beneath.
On days not like today, you let me experience a hiked skirt or pulled-down jeans… worn from the full day of work… your pussy and ass rubbing against them, taking in the scent and juices. You send me pics of the band, and if your love flows freely, I see the fullness of your goddess ways.
In the beginning, my intense interest in them… you voiced concern over my focus, and my answer was, you do not know how deep this shit goes. Perplexed and frustrated you, Time passed. Your respect for me grew as I created space for you to see me. I was careful to love you in every way and enjoyed all your angles. I denied my desire at a price – you are worth the sacrifice.
I remember the first night you invited yourself to my playground. The rabbit hole was always open for you to go slowly or dive in. It was always there. I saw the grin as you showed me the new pair you bought… and wore that same day. You slid them off slowly, seductively, and I almost came…
“Do not cum… not yet. I will cut it off at the tip and work my way down to fillet you with the dullest knife in the drawer. I am not fucking joking!”
I cannot explain the throbbing hardness… as you handed them to me. They were dirty and damp… I fingered the purple lace thong. I had tracked your hamper, but you were recently careful about throwing it in the washer immediately. My hands trembled at the thought of your acknowledgment of my kink…
“Do. Not. Cum.” The accentuation of each word fell heavy on me. I didn’t comprehend that you had reached the rim of the rabbit hole, and now we’re climbing in with your suitcase, ready to never come up for air.
I did not imagine from childhood, where the genesis occurred, that there would be a creature so delicate and fair as you to feed me my needs like a bird nurturing its young. I was ashamed of my darkness and terrified someone would find out my secret. You did not understand my compulsion, yet with such tenderness, you slowly entertained it.
Now, as I sit on this park bench and intently watch you tease and lure me in with your seduction, I am never bored with your play. Your skirt is free and down to just above your knees. People walk by, oblivious to the cat-and-mouse game we are playing. A sensual foreplay… tonight is going to be epic.
A split moment. You uncross your legs completely, and the rest of the park goes dim… I hyper-focus on the knees, rising cotton up the thigh, and the candy shop with all the treats for my delights. The teasing is complete. We have now entered a chess game for adults only.
I see them. A lace of black mesh inked with the tattoo just into your inner thigh. You show me everything, and I work desperately to not cum. Fuck! You deliver the goods… you then, a moment later, pull your skirt back down, stand up, and walk past me.
I stayed seated, watching your beautifully sculpted face and the lips that speak words of admiration, the curves of your ample tits through the braless crop top, your stomach made from God particles, and the drift of your skirt. My mouth gapes open as I see the outline of your gorgeous ass and the black lace panties that speak to me underneath.
In all of his splendor and grace, the gods must be shining down on me with such blessings… I am overwhelmed as my cock and heart swell to new heights. I stand to follow you to the car. Opening the passenger side and slid in next to you, having started the car. I see your legs spread apart and the drift happening again… intentionally meant to entice me.
We drive, wordless, while sweat and trembling hands work your legs and inner thigh. I am careful not to reveal your panties… that is up to you. With its mapping, the car has the intelligence to take over, and you lean your head back and allow me to massage you. I kiss your neck and focus my attention on your breasts. Your hands and arms relax to the side and allow me complete access.
The car slows and stops effortlessly for a red light, and cars that I am not concerned with surround us as I pull up your top and reveal plump assets that I have seen a thousand times and are always new. I lean in and cup them to ravage, worship them with my lips and tongue. I hear you moan in appreciation, which signals me to keep going.
We continue on our journey, and I grab the firmness of your sides. You let out another sound that could only be described as the preamble to a night of reckless lovemaking. Your hands guide my head down to your stomach. I kiss and lightly lick the belly button ring, and as I taste the rim of your cotton skirt, I am mad with passion.
Revelations could never understand the thoughts running through my head. I am presuming, and I am sure it is soaking through my briefs. I keep working the top until your hands touch my face to go further down.
“Don’t cum, baby. Wait for me… wait for me… wait for me.” She is asking this sacrificial part, begging me to abstain from my selfish needs to be capitulated for her. I do, but not always. Sometimes, rarely now, I am so overcome with the scent of your delightful panties that I explode without her consent. She is kind but firm about her control.
I pull down her skirt, and I am face to face with those sexy, black lace creations. My lips touch the rim of them, and she pulls me in, opening her legs wider. I kiss and lick the top of her pussy, and she moans over and over. She has trained herself to enjoy the simplicity of these moments and how they must be so complex for me.
My hands pull them to the side, and my tongue goes in and out of her goddess clit. My cock swells and oozes at the next level of pre-cum. Her thighs tighten, and she cums with abandon… I keep working on her more profoundly and sensually.
“Cum for me, baby… my panties are yours for the taking.”
I let out a groan of ecstasy, and my shaft throbs and twitches in harmony with the release of the wolves when night falls, and the hunting is at a peak. The cream fills my briefs, and we kiss passionately.
Caught With Daughter’s Panties
You are the prettiest little girl in the world, not just because I am your daddy. Your momma and I are so proud of you, and you have just reached a huge milestone. My baby girl just turned fourteen. How the time flies. I remember holding you in my arms when you were born. One of my favorite memories is how scared you used to get when it stormed. You would run up to me, and I would hold you tight. It was amazing.
I loved it when your mommy would buy you a pair of panties, and you would model them for me, prancing around the living room like a supermodel. We would laugh, and you would fall on the floor, giggling. I was designated to ensure you were dressed for bed after a nightly bath filled with bubbles and Barbie dolls.
I don’t know when it happened. Few of us can pinpoint when the light switch went dark and everything changed. Maybe it was the way you looked at me as you became older or the crop tops you started wearing. A few years ago, I started becoming obsessed with your panties.
Please don’t judge me, but I know you will, and that is okay. I get the stigma, and we panty guys don’t help them the way we come about it, but I can assure you I couldn’t help it. Her little ass started taking shape, and I kept thinking about what her pussy looked like now that she was flowering. How much hair did she have? Was her asshole as tight as I imagined?
Each night, I would stop in to say goodnight to her. I would go in the bathroom and jack off. The more I tried to stop, the harder I would cum when I finally gave in. I fantasized that my cock fit nicely between her ass cheeks, and when my tip hit the rim of her asshole, cum would explode into the towel I kept hidden under the sink cabinet.
“I love you, daddy.” I hugged her and said I loved her and how special she was to us. She was always happy and had the brightest smile. When I started to leave, I noticed them. She never left them out, but that night she did. They were bright pink with little colored flowers all over and white trim. That was when I realized I could take my fantasy to a much more realistic place. It scared me. Terrified me in ways no daddy should ever have to worry about.
“Oh! Sorry, daddy. I forgot to pick those up.” She must have seen me frozen, staring at them, and didn’t think even remotely that her daddy wanted to do horrific things to them.
She started to get out of bed, but I stopped her. “It’s okay, princess. I will put them in the dirty clothes hamper for you.” After not eating for weeks, I scooped them up like a vulture eying the carcass of a freshly hit deer.
“You are the best daddy in the world. Goodnight, Daddy.”
I mumbled an obligatory good night. My mind was racing, and my cock was more complicated than it ever has been. Even harder than the time I got the prom queen to show me her titties in eleventh grade. I didn’t think it was possible, but it happened as I slithered into the bathroom with my newfound prize.
I locked the door, sat on the toilet with my twitching cock out, and opened up my then twelve’s panties. I placed the gusset between my nose and mouth and began stroking my cock. The smell was intoxicating. She had just started having a period a few months after her birthday. She had a slight discharge, and I found myself licking where her pussy would have been just a few moments before.
That is a day I will never forget. The moment I came into the towel with my daughter’s panties strapped around my head. Now, I have become much more vicious with my prowling for her panties. She has graduated from little girl to colorful thongs and anime fullbacks. I especially appreciate the satin ones, but she only has a few.
Recently, she commented to her mother that she couldn’t find the purple thongs. I buried my head in my phone, looking over an email I had already read. I had just cum in those the night before and a few nights earlier. I was becoming a panty hoarder, but it never was a problem because I gave myself laundry duty for the house. My wife thought I was just being a good husband, but that was not the case.
Now, as I stand in the laundry room entirely alone in the house, I am horny as fuck, and I spot one of my favorite pairs. A lovely satin thong that has needed my attention for a while. I pull my pants and briefs down, wrapping the sexy panties around my cock, and feverishly work it. I am just getting ready to cum when I hear a painfully familiar voice behind me. “Daddy?”
I quickly try to pull up my pants, but it’s too late. She has seen her thong around her daddy’s dick. “Sweetheart! I didn’t hear you come in! Aren’t you supposed to be at cheerleading practice?”
“It got out early, but the real question is, why are you masturbating in the laundry room with my panties?” I could see and hear the disappointment. I was humiliated and also turned on even more.
“I am so sorry, honey! I – I – I don’t know what I was thinking. Please don’t tell your mother! She would divorce me, and I would never get to see you again.”
Strangely enough, she just stood there staring at my cock. Then, a smile crept over her face. “I have never seen a dick before. At least not in real life.”
“You aren’t grossed out?”
“No. Cindy said dicks are ugly, but I think they are amazing. Can I touch it?”
“You want to touch my cock? I don’t know if that is a good idea. I am your father.”
“I won’t tell Mom if you let me.”
“Oh! You are a very, very bad girl.” I laughed and felt precum oozing from the tip. She walked over to my half-naked body with her cute cheerleading outfit on. She reached out without a word and grabbed the shaft, moving it up and down.
I came within moments. That was the day my beautiful daughter and I began a secretive relationship.