Panty Sniffer’s Dream Girl

Eye Fucking Good

If anyone knows anything about Southern women, it’s that they know how to cook! Even I can make a panty sniffer’s dream come true! Everything they make is filled with love, lust, and fucking deliciousness! This Thanksgiving was to be no different. We like to create dishes just as good-looking as we are! Of course, I  brought my sexy ass pound cake to the family dinner as a dessert for everyone to enjoy.  When friends and family had gathered around the table to dine, I caught my young niece’s boyfriend, David, looking at my ass. He was a strapping, good-looking fellow and made my temperature rise.  I had talked to him on the Southern phone sex line and I know his balls were bulging and blue.

I knew his dirty dark secret as a panty sniffer. He liked to find our delicate underwear in the hamper upstairs and lick the creamy residue that we ladies sometimes left. Tsk Tsk, someone should teach our panty thief a lesson.  I took my focus away from David, and we ate our dinner in merriment. I kept catching glances from the men in attendance and some of the women as their eyes ravished  my titties and ass. Damn, I needed to wear protection with all the eye fucking I was getting. 

Panty Sniffer’s Dream Girl

 I excused myself and went to the chaise lounge in the living room to close my eyes and let my food settle.  I’m not sure how long I lay there until nature began to call. I noticed quickly that the house seemed quiet. I must have fallen asleep, and everyone had gone Black Friday Shopping.  As I made my way to the restroom, a movement caught my eye, and low and behold, David was in my niece’s room with her white blood-stained panties up to his nose. What a fucking dirty panty sniffer! A sexy ass pounding was in order.

I flung the door open and laughed! Ha! Caught you, pervert! You are a pathetic little man! All at once, David began to shrink down to a minuscule size. What theeee Fuccckkkkk! What else do you do when a man shrinks to the size of a nerd candy? You pick him up! He was cussing me! What did you do to me you crazy bitch! “David, now that’s not nice,” I said. You know it serves you right, you naughty panty sniffer! Maybe I should teach you a lesson! Apparently, I’ve tapped into some magical ability that only works on depraved pervs. Maybe it’s the southern phone sex mistress in me that made it happen.

Lick My Toes Perv!

I took off my red stiletto and shoved him into my shoe. He was crying and begging me to turn him back, but I laughed and told him to shut up and lick my toes as I walked out of the house. This dirty panty sniffer would get a lesson from me!  I taunted him with all the dirty things I could do to him. Perhaps put him in a condom and let my boyfriend fuck me. I’ve got it! Stick him on a tampon and shove him in my pussy! You messed with the wrong bitch, little bug, because that’s what you are, David! I’m now your mistress, and you live to serve me, or I squish you like the nothing, groveling, loser of a boy you are! I relished as the days passed and my torture became more elaborate.

I even let David ride in the toe of my shoe to listen to his family as they asked the community to help find him. His little sobs were undetected by anyone near. Then I felt someone grab my shoulder and shake me. Amber! Amber! Are you going to black Friday? Oh, I must have fallen asleep and dreamed about the panty sniffer. As I was grabbing my purse, my niece walked up to me and asked me if I’d seen David. He had just mysteriously disappeared, and no one saw him leave. I felt something in my shoe and just smirked as I  said…”No, Sweetheart, I haven’t seen him”.

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