My Panty Boy

“Where the fuck are my new panties?”

 

“Did you snag them and put them under the bed?” I asked my cat. “Dirty kitty.”
I went to look. On my knees, squinting my eyeballs to see.
“Shit, did I leave them in the laundry?” Checked the couch… not there either. So, I headed down to the laundry room. The apartments I lived in at the time had no elevator, and I was on the third floor, so this was always a drag. But it was about to get so much better. I was about to come upon my panty boy.

“Uhhghhhh, yeah, yeah,” I heard from the laundry area.

What the fuck? I cautiously took a peak. Did a homeless tweeker move in? But what I saw was a real treat. The maintenance guy, who is smoking hot, in my panties, just churning his butter. Stroking for the gold. Wow. Who knew he was a Panty Boy? His cock was better than I ever imagined, jutting out from the side of my panties as he leaned back against the dryer and jerked off.
“Having a good time?” I asked as I entered.
“Oh, shit! Fuck, sorry, sorry,” he said in a rapid fire, embarrassed
“No, fuck, by all means. Keep going,” I said. “I’ll wait. But I need my panties back.”
“Oh, sorry…”
“Did you snag them out of the dryer when I went up stairs to wait on the dryer to finish.”
“No. I got them off the floor, where you usually drop shit.”
“Ah, I see. Ok, that’s where all my panties have been going.”
“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I… I couldn’t resist,” he said.
“Why? How does this do it for you?” I asked, actually impressed that he was standing there still rock hard. It was at least seven thick inches. My pussy was raging.

“It’s… It’s not what you think,” said my panty boy.

I waited with my eyebrows up. Fuck, he actually looked better in my panties than I did.

“I… It’s going to sound weird, but I like your dirty panties because, it’s like… Like…”
“Do tell,” I said.
“It’s like I’m inside you,” he said. Awww, he’s a cute little perv.
“Well, I can make that happen.”
“What?” he said as I kicked off my slippers and dropped my sweats. I pulled my panties aside and grabbed his cock.
“Do you want to take off your panties?” he asked.
“No, you like them creamy, right? I’ve been in them all day, since yesterday morning.”
My panty boy grabbed my hips and lifted me up. Fuck, he was strong. I leaned in and kissed him as he impaled me on that lovely dick. Then he turned me around and fucked me on top of the machine.
“Fuck, I love your cock. You’re so fucking hard,” I said.
“You’re fucking beautiful… your pussy is so wet,” he said.

I scooted closer, and felt my panty boy deeply…

I was going to cum, and soon. But not before I reached around and to the side a bit and put my middle finger up his ass. Watching his face as I slipped it to him. And he lit up with an awesome smile. He fucked me even deeper, his cock got so fat.
“Your cunt is tight, I love your finger too, Ohhhh, fuck. I’m going to cum,” he announced about a second before he came inside me. His cum bathing my cervix triggered my orgasm and I had to hold on for dear life, my whole body shivered with the most fantastic orgasm. Fuck, this guy has been just downstairs the whole time?

When I’m not fucking my panty boy, I’m sometimes having a hot night with My Sexy Landlady. Read all about it in my last blog.

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