"Good Morning," I said, throwing a pair of his cum coated panties at him while he ate his breakfast. He went all red in the face." You fucking pervert! Getting your kicks with my panties!" My voice was raised at this stage.
He was still silent. I let my dressing gown slide open and his eyes dropped down to my panties.
"Like what you see?" I asked.
He nodded.
"So what do you do with them apart from jack off with them?" I asked.
He said nothing.
"You like to sniff them and taste them or maybe even wear them, don’t you?" I probed.
I approached him, grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face into the panties. He didn't resist.
"Like the smell of them? My girlfriend spent the night with me, and she made me cum several times so you can smell how wet I am and how wet the panties are."
Now he reacted. I felt him sniff deeply into my pussy through the gusset of my panties and up and down the slit. I pulled away.
"You like that don't you?" I teased.
"Yes." He stammered.
"Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement. In exchange for you paying my share of the rent I will cater to your fetish. What do you think?" I said. I knew he could afford it has he had just got a promotion.
"Okay."
I led him to my room and ordered him to take his clothes off. Soon he was down to his underwear - a black pair of panties - which I told him to leave on. I noticed his cock straining the front of the panties he wore.
"Show me your cock, you pervert," I ordered. He lowered the front of the panties to reveal a rock hard four inch tiny dick. I burst into laughter and said, "No wonder I’ve never seen a girl here with you. O,h but it looks so cute and tiny, you poor thing," I said mockingly.
I laid him on the bed and straddled his face, smothering it so that he had no option but to breathe in my sex and perform pantilingus on me, which he was very good at.
His tongue darted into my hot wet pussy, pressing the panties inside me, in and out, up and down, spending quite a bit of time at my sensitive clit which soon had me nearly orgasming. My cunt juices, leaking out into the gusset of the panties, seemed to arouse him even more.
I stood up, peeled the panties off and put them over his face so that the gusset covered his nose and mouth. I took the crusty pair that I, d threw at him, lowered the panties he was wearing and wrapped them around his cock head sliding them up and down his shaft masturbating him with them.
He started to whimper in pleasure. His eyes were closed. I could hear him also sniff my panties. He was obviously approaching his orgasm so I sped up the stroking of his small cock and soon he was spurting a load of cum into the panties that I placed over the opening of his penis. I continued to milk him until he had no more to spurt.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I asked with a mischievous smile
"Oh yes!" he replied.
I suggested that we get shopping for some sexy lingerie for our "sessions", but he told me he already had some.
"Yes, I know!" I stated.
He blushed hugely as he finally clicked on that I'd found his stash. Hurriedly he rushed to his room, returning quickly, holding his laptop case.
"Where's my camera?" he enquired.
I smiled and said, "Don't worry, Nadine will bring it back for you. She just needs to upload your pictures to her computer before she returns it on Friday."
"What do you mean? Nadine? Friday? What are you on about?" he shrieked
The rest of the day, I walked around the apartment in just a t shirt and various different coloured panties.
On Wednesday after work, I put on a very short denim skirt and a pair of purple panties underneath and ordered Jeff to put on his favourite panties, stockings and suspenders and to lie spread-eagled face down on his bed so that I could tie his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.
"We are going to play a game. You have to guess the colour of my panties I am wearing. If you guess correctly, you get a reward. You get to eat my pussy, but if you don't, you're fucked, literally. I'll give you two clues. The first is you have not seen me wearing this colour before and the second is that it is not a primary colour. So make a guess!"
He thought for a minute or so.
"Gray," He said
"Wrong! You get one more guess."
"Pink!"
"Wrong again." I lifted up my skirt to show him my purple pair.