Playing with My Panty Perv

Playing with My Panty Perv: Making Him Confess

Hello, naughty ones. He, who shall remain anonymous, called me not too long ago, ready to confess. The second I answered and heard his labored breathing, I knew he was already jacking off. And calling me while he was at it wasn’t just about getting off. It was about me playing with my panty perv and dragging him even deeper into that twisted little hole he couldn’t crawl out of, no matter how hard he tried.

“I did something,” he whispered.

I smiled. “Do tell.”

A moment of silence followed. Then came the confession.

“I took a pair of her dirty panties again, and I’m jerking off to them… to her scent.” He inhaled deeply for emphasis between frantic strokes.

I could picture it all—those soft little panties under his nose and his cock, slick with lotion, in his fist. “You know what that makes you, don’t you?” I teased.

He moaned. “Yes. Just… just don’t say whose panties they are. I mean, don’t say it out loud. I can’t take it if you say it.”

We both knew who they belonged to, and he knew I wasn’t going to let him off the hook. That was part of the fun.

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I pushed harder. “You do know how fucked up this is, right? A little innocent thing like that, and here you are, jacking off and sniffing her panties.”

Every deep breath and moan told me he was loving the tongue lashing I was giving him. “Tell me,” I said. “Do you think she knows that you sneak into her bedroom and steal her dirty panties while she’s sleeping? And what about how you like to hump her mattress when she’s gone?”

He whimpered. “I love the way her pussy smells.”

“That’s because you’re a sick fuck. Admit it.” When I’m playing with my panty perv, I make him admit what he is. I think I enjoy that about as much as I enjoy punishing a pious pervert.

“I’m a sick fuck,” he panted.

I let him squirm a bit. Then I said, “I bet you’re wondering if they rode up her ass while she was wearing them, aren’t you?

“Yes!” he grunted.

“Press them against the head of your cock. That’s not just precum you’re getting on them. That’s guilt. Shame. And you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!” He was breathing hard now. This was our ritual—me playing with my panty perv, making him admit he was an addict who didn’t want to be cured.

“Think about how she’d scream if you were fucking her instead of her panties right now and how hard you’ll come if I say her name.”

“Please, Alyssa, don’t—” he gasped.

I cut him off and said her name and who she was to him because I knew that’s what he needed. Then I made him say her name and who he was to her, which pushed him over the edge.

He practically screamed when he came the first time, and I showed him no mercy. I made him milk his cock dry all over those pretty little panties.

When I’m playing with my panty perv, I make him leave multiple loads on the stolen panties. After he caught his breath, he promised to clean the panties he had no business with and put them back where he found them—like nothing ever happened.

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