Panties for Him (Punish and Pleasure - Volume 1) (2 page)

“Now you're just saying it to get out of the
consequences, Mr. Moore,” her voice was sharp and made every nerve
tingle.

“No, I'm not,” he stuttered, “what do I have
to do to prove it to you?” he asked, accepting his fate. There was
no other way to avoid something that would bring his whole world
down around him.

She clicked in the heels as she walked
behind him.

“Get undressed, Mr. Moore.”

His hands shook, but he complied,
unbuttoning and unzipping everything until he stood, naked and
trembling before this she-devil that made his erection bob with
every tap of her shoes. Charles felt his precum leak and ooze down
his balls to his thigh as she continued to inspect him.

“Sissies wear panties, Mr. Moore. Where are
yours?” she snapped.

He pointed to the bag on the table that the
officer had confiscated. “Over there.”

“Put on a pair immediately then, slut,” she
commanded.

He selected a black pair, the filmy fabric
was sheer and it pressed against his throbbing, little dick so that
all he could think of was rubbing himself again in this pair.

“Very nice. However, you're only partly
dressed, sissy girl,” she informed him. She circled and stood in
front of him, handing him a matching bra. “Put this on.”

Charles slid his arms through the straps and
struggled to hook the fabric in back. After a moment or two, Miss
Hodge walked behind him and pulled the bra tight, hooking him
inside. The touch of her fingers on his bare skin sent an electric
current down his spine. He could feel her breath on his neck when
she spoke.

“There, that's better,” she purred and her
hands roamed to the front of the cups, brushing his nipples that
pulsed under her soft hand in the silky material. He groaned and
imagined her mouth on him there until the soft caress turned into a
pinch. He cried out as she twisted both of his nipples with her
fingernails; the ache was hot and fiery now.

“Officer Rodriguez, tell me what else this
sissy slut needs,” she asked as she released Charles to shiver in
his girly garments.

“She definitely needs stockings and heels,”
the security guard prompted and Charles suddenly remembered he was
there. He had been so enchanted with the beautiful temptress who
was torturing him, he had forgotten that they weren’t alone. Now he
realized that the officer was watching his slow degradation as
well.

“That's right, she does,” Miss Hodge replied
and pointed to the chair, “Sit!” she barked and Charles
complied.

She tossed him a garter belt and watched him
as he fumbled with the lace. Miss Hodge slowly pulled her arms out
of the long jacket and reached around to unzip the tight dress she
wore underneath. Charles held his breath as she pulled it down and
stood before him in black, sheer panties and bra, similar to his
own, with a garter belt attached to flesh colored stockings that
made him long to throw himself on her mercy and start a slow
worship with his tongue along the edge of the sliver of fabric
between her legs and work his way underneath to taste her
delicacies.

“Put it on like this,” she turned to show
him how the garter belt connected in back and all he could focus on
were the straps across her bouncing ass. “Do it now, sissy girl,”
she snapped at him.

Once the garter belt was secured, she handed
him some stockings that he slowly rolled up both shaking legs.

“Much better, slut,” she murmured before
handing him a pair of red high heels. “These are perfect for a
whore to wear,” she added, then turned her head to the officer.
“Don't you agree, Officer Rodriguez,” she asked.

“Yeah, that's going to be perfect for a slut
who needs to take cock,” he answered and stepped closer.

Charles, sitting in the chair, was crotch
height to the man who towered above him and saw the clear outline
of the man's hard-on in his uniform. He felt so naked and
vulnerable in the sissy clothes, his tiny penis dribbling and the
lump in his throat made it impossible to think of anything but what
the man could do to him now with the monstrosity in his pants. He
slid into the heels.

“Stand up, slut,” she commanded, and he did,
his ankles shaking and knees knocking as he tried to balance in the
shoes. “Don't worry, sissy, you won't need to walk far in those,”
she continued in a mocking tone, “whores spend most of their time
on their back.”

“Please,” Charles begged, real electricity
churned inside him now, “I've shown you that I'm a sissy, can I
please go?”

“Ha!” she scoffed and walked around him,
clicking ever closer to his trembling body. “You haven't even
begun, sissy girl. I don't believe that you're a sissy yet and I
won't until I see you doing the only thing that sissies are good
for.”

“What's that?” he whimpered.

“Why, little whore, don't you know?” she
paused, and his mind raced, wondering what else would be expected.
When he didn't respond, she answered for him, “Take cock in both of
their sissy holes, of course.”

He moaned and begged her, “No, please,
please, I can't.”

Her long red nail ran down his chest, traced
the flesh on his stomach and reached his hard nub that simmered in
the panties and he cried out and thrust against her soft touch.

“You'll do what I say, sissy, or I'll call
the cops and they can figure out what to do with you, dressed like
this,” she whispered in his ear.

She yanked him down to the chair and
brusquely pulled his arms behind his back, passing rope around his
wrists and securing him to the back rungs of the chair.

Miss Hodge asked the officer, “What else
does this whore need?”

The tall man strode to the table and pushed
the chair back. He was unbuckling the belt around his waist and
pushed down the pants and underwear inside. His dick was in his
hands and only inches from Charles' face.

“She needs to know her place, Miss Hodge,”
the officer answered.

Charles was panting, straining in the rope,
hoping to be free, but the flutter in his chest reminded him that
this was exactly where he belonged and exactly what he wanted.
Serving the alpha male's engorged cock, showing Miss Hodge what a
whore he could be for her. It had all come down to this moment.

“I agree with you, Officer,” Miss Hodge
nodded, “she definitely needs to be reminded of her place and I
believe that drinking your cum, and feeling it run down her nasty
face, all the way to her pathetic little dick, knowing that she is
owned, will help her with that.”

“Yes ma'am,” the officer replied and he
pulled back his foreskin and prompted Charles, “Open your mouth for
your drink,” as he jacked the meaty, brown cock at him. Charles
groaned and then slowly opened his mouth, holding out his tongue to
taste the bull's stream of hot cum that quickly flowed inside him.
He closed his eyes as he gulped and swallowed the man's sticky,
warm mess, felt it running down his throat and entering him.

She was behind him and bent down to whisper
in his ear while he drank the officer's cum, “That's right, little
girl, suck it down. If you do a good job, you may be allowed to
taste mine. You'd like that wouldn't you, filthy girl?”

Charles whined and shook his head yes, as
the last of the hot cum splashed his face and ran down his throat.
His bra was wet and the fabric clung to his nipples that still
ached from her rough touch. The man moved and his jizz ran down the
rest of Charles' body, the last gush of liquid on his squirming,
wet erection. The panties were drenched now and he could feel the
man's seed puddle inside. If his hands had been free, he would have
grabbed his trembling little dick and rubbed himself in the
officer's juices.

“Very pretty, slut. You are exactly as you
should be, full of a real man's cum,” she was still behind and the
feel of the top of her breasts against his shoulder and her low
voice in his ear was driving him mad. “Now, when you're full of his
cum inside your other hole, I'll know you're a true sissy.”

Charles couldn't pretend that he didn't want
to serve the officer. He swallowed his shame along with the cum and
all that was left was a loathsome, dirty desire to run his tongue
along his caramel colored skin and feel his hard, muscled body
press into Charles' forehead as he pushed the length of his huge,
uncircumcised cock to the back of his throat.

“Now get busy, slut,” she ordered and
Charles looked up to the officer's face for a moment and shuddered
before opening his mouth and inhaling the wet dick. He felt the
man's powerful hands on his head, shoving him down hard and fast,
the salty head of his wide cock pushing to the back of mouth.
Charles choked and gagged a bit, trying desperately to take it all
in and enjoying every second of the hot monster in his mouth.

“That's right, do what you were born to do,
what you were made for, sissy,” Miss Hodge kept whispering in his
ear, as he lunged forward and pulled back, spreading his lips to
fit the girth of the man inside. She continued, “That gets me hot,
watching you take that dick,” and he sucked in earnest and moved
his head back and forth faster to show her how good he would be if
she allowed him to do so.

Charles moaned on the man's flesh,
completely buried in his mouth now. He relaxed his throat and
allowed the head to enter him there, his face grazing the officer's
belly and his scent filling his nostrils. His huge sack bounced
against Charles' chin and he felt them tensing as they prepared to
unload his stream of sticky cum into his whore mouth. Charles had
no idea how the man could cum so quickly, twice in a row. He
thought that’s probably what real men could do, and decided to just
enjoy his luck that the Officer was a real man.

“Ah, no, not yet, filthy girl,” she directed
and the officer pulled back, leaving Charles hungry for more,
gasping and wiggling in the chair to get back to his service. “Lick
his balls now, slut,” she told him and the officer wrapped his hand
around his enormous dick and moved it just out of reach and fed
Charles his sack.

Licking him, rubbing his face in the sweaty,
soft skin, Charles felt himself leaking uncontrollably in his
panties drenched with cum. He moved his head as far forward as he
could with his hands bound to the chair behind him and slurped and
suckled and opened his mouth to take one testicle inside and then
the next. The officer was heaving and his breath came faster as he
watched Charles pleasure him. His hand still on his cock, he
started to work it up and down, moving the foreskin almost to the
tip and then pulling it back. He groaned and pulled Charles' hair
as he rubbed his face against his balls. “Fuck yeah,” was all he
could say, over and over and it sent chills down Charles' spine to
hear himself be so well used.

“Now you need to suck on his ass,” Miss
Hodge stopped the man in mid sigh and with her finger, indicted in
which position she wanted to see him. “Stick that sissy tongue in
your owner's asshole, show him how you serve an alpha.”

With that, the officer pushed his pants down
further and turned. His cheeks were round and hard and when he
pulled them apart with his hands, his puckered asshole opened and
fluttered for a moment. Charles tilted his head back and felt her
face touch his for a moment, trembling at her closeness and
whispered, “Please, I don’t want to, please don't make me.”

She thrust his face forward and her voice
was pure steel, “You and I both know this is
exactly
what
you want, what you’ve always wanted. Now’s your chance – do it,”
and he swallowed hard before offering his tongue. He ran his wet
tongue over the opening and heard the man grunt. Miss Hodge pushed
him by the hair so that his tongue slipped inside. Tasting him,
Charles swirled his tongue, licking around the tight hole, slipping
his tongue out to swallow him down. He eased his tongue back in,
deeper this time and felt the man's anus open to him and he slowly
started fucking him with his tongue, hoping that he would pleasure
Miss Hodge with his servitude. Her hand stayed gripped in his hair
and she watched as he drove his tongue in and worked it back and
forth, fluttering it in the officer's opening, feeling his ass move
against Charles' face.

Suddenly she yanked him back by the hair and
leaned forward herself, she spat on the man's hole and drug him
back, ordering, “Lick that up, girl” and he hungrily sucked down
her saliva, swallowing the taste of her quickly before probing even
deeper. “Think about my spit lubing up your nasty hole,” she
murmured, sighing deeply as she watched him lap at the man's
dripping asshole.

She let go of his hair and walked to the
front of the table, asking Officer Rodriguez, “Are you ready to
fill this sissy's hole up with cum?”

He groaned and spread his cheeks wider so
that his anus gaped and Charles could dig into him even further.
“Yes, I'm ready,” he panted and pushed his ass up once more before
pulling away. Charles felt himself being untied from the back of
the chair, only to be bent over the chair with his hands retied in
front of him. He squirmed when she parted his shaking legs and he
felt another piece of rope secure his ankles to the chair legs.

Spread open wide, with his heart pounding
again, his legs felt like jelly and he was unsure if he could stand
in the heels a moment longer. New excitement welled up and he
pleaded for it to stop, though he prayed it would never end, “I
can't,” he half-moaned, “I’ve never done this before...”

“Now you and I both know that’s not true,”
she scoffed before ripping the panties off, the material breaking
behind him, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable and quaking
at the thought of the cock he could barely fit into his mouth
suddenly filling him with pleasure, right there in his tight,
little sissy hole. “You're a whore and all you're good for is
cock.”