Chapter 1: Introduction
I remember how I first stumbled upon Olivia's little "business" back in 2019. At that time, I'd been scrolling through social media when an ad popped up for an online boutique selling "worn panties." Needless to say, I was intrigued. I clicked on the link, and that's when I met her - Olivia. The ebony Goddess, the curvy figure, the commanding presence.
All these words ran through my mind as I opened the first package from Olivia. I'm Irish, I've never been with a black girl, and I ordered her panties to find out what a black girl's dirty panties smelled and tasted like. I know it sounds fucked up, but hey, we all have our kinks.
I carefully opened the package, making sure not to damage the contents. Inside, I found a pair of lacy black panties that had seen better days. The aroma hit me like a wave, strong and intoxicating. It was a mix of her natural scent and the sweet, tangy smell of her arousal. I brought the panties to my nose, inhaling deeply. I couldn't help but imagine her wearing them, her soft skin brushing against the fabric as she moved.
But the real test was yet to come.
I wanted to taste her, to know what it felt like to consume her essence. I closed my eyes and pressed the panties to my lips, letting the moisture from her intimacy soak into my tongue. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - earthy, musky, and unabashedly feminine. It was as if I could feel her body moving against mine, hear her moans of pleasure as I worshipped her.
As I savor the muskiness of her panties, I can't help but think about her - Olivia. The way she moves, the way she speaks, the way she makes me feel. I want more of her, I need more of her. I crave her every minute of every day.
I put the panties over my nose and mouth reach for my phone. It's time to watch the video Olivia made of her masturbating in the panties she mailed to me.
I slip off my pants and boxers, grab my cock, and start the video.
On the screen, Olivia's curves fill the frame as she peels off her damp panties and tosses them at the camera. She's fully naked now, her skin glowing in the warm light. She begins to touch herself, running her fingers over her nipples, her stomach, and finally down between her legs.
My own hand is moving in rhythm with hers, my cock swelling in my grip.
I watch as Olivia touch herself, grabbing her breast, her fingers tugging at her nipple. I can feel her moaning softly in the video, her voice a siren's song calling me closer.
"Fuck, Olivia," I mutter, my breath heavy, my body aching for her.
I close my eyes and imagine her body pressed against mine, her soft skin heating my own. I quickly slide off my pants and boxers, my cock hard and throbbing.
I can feel her on my lips, smell her scent on my fingers as I close my eyes and picture her in front of me. With a groan, I start to stroke myself.
On the screen, Olivia continues to pleasure herself. Her hand moves faster now, her body writhing against the mattress. She's using her other hand to fondle her breast, squeezing at her nipple and pulling it roughly between her fingers. I let out a low growl as I tighten my grip around my cock.
Watching Olivia pleasure herself, hearing her moans, and smelling her musk had sent me over the edge. I needed to cum, to feel release from this all-consuming desire for her.
I use one hand to reach inside my boxers and wrap my hand around my shaft. The head is wet, slick with precum, making the motion smooth and easy. I start slow, breathing in the stink of the panties she wore for ten days for me, these panties are creamy and crusty. I suck Olivia's discharge and cum out of her panties. I swallow most of what I suck out of her panties, the rest I use as lube on my cock to masturbate until I shoot my cum all over myself. I put Olivia's panties in a zip lock bag for freshness until I masturbate again. I masturbate at least ten times a day with Olivia's panties. The slight tangyness of her wetness, the smell of her, is intoxicating. My pervert mind is in heaven. I've never smelled black pussy before and it smells like nothing ive ever smelled. It must be how Angel's from Heaven smell like. She turns me on, awakens a sexual beast within me.
I ordered a custom video from her, of Olivia masturbating for me in her worn, wet panties.
As I watched the video for the hundredth time, my heart raced, my breath quickened, and I reached down to feel my cock grow hard and heavy. I needed her, I wanted her.
Craving more of Olivia's intoxicating scent and taste, I ordered her panties and masturbation videos every month since 2019. After four years I wonder if she would deliver my panties in person? Pushing them on my lips still hot with her body heat and wet with her juices...
...fulfilling my greatest fantasy?
As I continued to indulge in Olivia's intimate offerings, I couldn't help but daydream about seeing her in person. I had built up an image in my mind based on the videos she sent and her photos on the website, but I was longing for something more.
One day, I decided to take a gamble and sent her an email expressing my desire to meet her. To my surprise, she responded, agreeing to meet me.
As the day of our arranged meeting drew nearer, my anxiety grew stronger.
I wanted to be confident and bold in front of Olivia, just like she was in her videos, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I would embarrass myself in front of her.
I needn't have worried. As soon as Olivia walked into the hotel, I was struck by her commanding presence. She was even more beautiful in person, with a smile that could stop anyone in their tracks. She was dressed in a tight red dress that hugged her figure, with heels that accentuated her long legs.
As she approached me, I couldn't help but feel my heart racing and my cock swelling in my pants. She smelled like a mix of vanilla and musk, a scent that was intoxicating and addictive. Olivia gave me a sly smile as she sat down on the hotel bed, crossing her legs.
"I've been waiting to meet you, Mr. Vato," she said, her voice a whisper.
I couldn't find any words to respond, I just swallowed hard.
She leaned forward, her eyes glittering with mischief.
"You've been a very naughty boy," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I think I need to punish you."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I imagined what she had in mind. She stood up and walked over to me, her hips swaying seductively. She reached down and undid my belt, her fingers brushing against my hardening cock.
"Stand up," she commanded, her voice stern.
I did as I was told, my legs trembling with anticipation.
Olivia's eyes were fixed on me, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. She slowly pulled down my pants and boxers, leaving me standing there in just my t-shirt.
"Now, I want you to turn around," she commanded, her voice a whisper.
I did as I was told, turning around so that my back was facing her. I heard her move behind me, felt her breath against my neck as she reached around and wrapped her hand around my cock.
"Oh, my," she whispered, her voice filled with mock surprise.
"Yes, it seems like someone's been a very bad boy. You'll have to be punished for that."
She squeezed my cock, causing me to gasp in pleasure.
"Now, I want you to bend over," she commanded.
I did as I was told, bending over so that my ass was sticking up in the air.
I heard her rummaging through her purse, before a sharp sound filled the air.
A stinging sensation hit my ass, causing me to yell out in surprise.
I tensed, waiting for the next blow. It came quickly, another sharp slap against my ass. I gritted my teeth, biting back a moan.
"I do hope that hurt," Olivia said sweetly, her hand coming down again and again on my ass. "You've been so bad, you are a perverted panty sniffer, you need to be punished."
The pain soon turned into something else entirely, a new kind of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I felt my cock growing even harder with each blow, my balls tightening with need.
I couldn't believe the feeling of shame and pleasure mixed together, it was an intoxicating sensation.
"My, my, you seem to enjoy your punishment," Olivia's voice was full of amusement. "But I think you need to learn your lesson, and what better way to learn than by submitting yourself to me, all of you."
Her hand slapped my ass again, and the pain made my cock twitch. I didn't dare move, I didn't dare respond, I only concentrated on the feel of her hand against my skin, on the pain that shot through me.
It was a strange kind of pleasure, a sensation that made me realize how much I'd been craving this dominance from someone like her.
"Look at me," she commanded, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
I reluctantly opened my eyes, and when I did, I saw Olivia leaning over me, a smug smile on her face as she admired her handiwork. I could see a look of satisfaction in her eyes, like she knew she had me exactly where she wanted. It was a look that made me want her even more.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "I want you to eat me out," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Suck all my juices from my panties and swallow every drop before you eat my pussy!"
Her words sent a flood of heat through my body. I didn't hesitate, I nodded eagerly, my mouth already watering at the thought. I could feel myself growing harder, my own desire riding high.
She walked over to the bed, spreading her legs wide and leaning back on her elbows.
I could see the dampness on the crotch of her panties, and I couldn't wait to taste her sweet nectar. I hesitated for a moment, aware of my own inexperience in this area, but then she nodded her head and gave me an encouraging smile.
I crawled forward, pausing for a moment to breathe in the intoxicating scent of her musk. I could feel my heart racing and my cock twitching as I leaned in to place a kiss on her inner thigh. She let out a soft moan, and my confidence surged.
I extended my tongue, tracing a line through the slick wetness of her panties, absorbing the intoxicating mixture of her scent and taste. With each lick and suck, I felt my own arousal build, imagining Olivia's beautiful body pressed against mine.
"Mhmm, you're a dirty boy, I wore these panties for two weeks and i let all my discharge drain on and soak the gusset!" she replied, her fingers running through my hair as I pleasured her with my mouth.
I could taste the saltiness of her sweat and the unmistakable taste of her arousal, a mixture that only heightened my own desire.
As I continued to lick and suck her crusty panties I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm. She was moaning louder now, her hips bucking against my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep her still and held on as she rode out her climax. With a final shudder, she relaxed back against the bed, panting heavily.
I looked up to see her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. My cock was straining against my pants, desperate for release.
"That's enough, dirty boy. It's time to take my panties off and lay on your back, I'm going to fuck your face now!
She commanded, pulling the soaked, crusty panties to the side and revealing her engorged clit and bare cunt.
I eagerly comply, laying down on my back, my heart pounding with anticipation. Olivia straddles my face, her wet cunt hovering just above my mouth. She lowers herself down, coating my mouth and nose in her warm, musky scent. I stick my tongue out, eager to taste her sweet juices.
She grinds herself against my face, my tongue exploring every inch of her.
Her hand holds the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her. Her wetness, salty and tangy, drips onto my tongue as I lap at her clit, occasionally sucking it into my mouth.
"Oh God, yes, harder!" she cries out, bucking her hips against my face. I oblige, thrusting my tongue into her, slurping at her juices. Her impressive, thick thighs squeeze my ears as her orgasm draws closer.
She grips the back of my head harder, pushing herself down onto my face. I feel her body stiffen as I continue exploring her with my tongue, she tastes so sweet and delicious that I could eat her out all day.
I could barely breathe, she was grinding so hard, treating my face and mouth like a sex toy!
I was choking, gagging, and completely powerless, with her thick thighs suffocating me.
"That's right, you fucking pervert! This is what you've always wanted, isn't it? Don't stop now!" Olivia growls through a series of orgasmic moans.
She pulses and grinds as she reaches her second orgasm. I swallow down as much as I can each time she floods my mouth with her salty/sweet cream.
It coats my throat, making me gag even more. But the smell, the taste, the wild, primal desire radiating from Olivia, it only fuels me further.
"You like that, you dirty little pervert?" Olivia asks, her tone still stern but with a hint of satisfaction.
"Fuck yes, I do," I grunt, not caring anymore about being ashamed or embarrassed. I give myself over completely to the experience, to Olivia’s dominance and the satisfaction of finally giving in to my fantasies.
I can feel the strength of my body's reactions as she continues to rock against my face. My cock is so hard it feels like it could burst, my balls heavy and aching.
Olivia slides her slippery wet cunt off my face, wiping her juices on my cheek, leaving a glistening red mark.
"You're mine now," she growls, straddling my body, her pussy inches away from my cock. I grip the sheets as she positions herself, my heart pounding in my chest.
I am in disbelief that this is happening, my fantasy coming to life. I feel her hand wrap around my cock, giving it a hard squeeze before guiding me inside of her. She lowers herself onto me, slowly, inch by inch, and I watch as my cock disappears into her.
"Oh, you're so hard!" she moans, taking all of me in. I feel a surge of pleasure as she begins to move, grinding her hips against me.
"Fuck, Olivia, you feel amazing," I mutter through gritted teeth.
Her pussy muscles tighten around my cock as I push deeper into her. She leans forward, taking my face in her hands and kissing me passionately. Her wet, slippery body rubs against mine as she rides me harder and faster. She continues to swear and taunt me as she uses my cock, telling me I'm a dirty pervert and to get on my hands and knees like a filthy animal. I obey without question, my body trembling with desire and pleasure.
I hear her unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor as she squats over me.
I can feel her hot, slick pussy hovering over my ass as she grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back.
"You like that, pervert!"she sneers in my ear.
I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as she continues to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy against me. I can feel the hot wetness spreading down my backside, her juices pooling in my crack.
"Fuck, Olivia, yes!" I cry out, my body trembling beneath her.
"Now after you cum in my pussy, I want you to eat your cum as it oozes out of me!" she snarls, her voice full of raw desire.
She squeezes her muscles around me, milking my cock for every last drop. I feel myself pulse inside of her as I unleash my load deep inside of her hungry cunt. I groan in pleasure as I fill her up, my mind in a daze.
But just as she promised, Olivia doesn't let me rest on my victory. She slides off me and pushes me down onto the floor, my head between her spread legs.
She grabs hold of my hair with one hand and begins to spread her lips with the other.
"Open wide, pervert. It's time to eat up every last drop."
I obey, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue as she grinds herself against me. The taste of her pussy is still strong, and it's mixed with the saltiness of my own cum. I can feel it dripping down my chin as I eat her out, not missing a single drop.
Olivia moans and grunts above me, her hand tightening in my hair. She tastes like a mix of musk, sweat and sex. Her thighs squeeze my head as she cums hard, pulsing and gushing down my throat. I drink it all, greedy for more.
After her orgasm subsides, Olivia pushes my head away, standing up to catch her breath. I watch as she moves toward the bathroom, admiring her curves in the dim light of the room.
She turns back to me with a wicked smile, and I already know what she's going to say.
"You have one last punishment Mr. Vato, lay on your back in the shower, I'm going to use your face as my urinal." She demanded, her tone powerful and dominant. It was a side of her that I had never seen before, and it aroused me even more. I did as I was told, laying flat on my back, my hard cock standing up between my legs.
Olivia crouched down over me, opening her thighs wide.
"Don't swallow," she said sternly, "I want you to taste it."
It was shocking and disgusting and yet incredibly hot.
Olivia hovered over me, her warm stream of piss streaming down my face, soaking my hair, getting into my mouth. The taste was foul, acidic, but I couldn't help but swallow it down. It was a testament to my submission, a testament to my depravity.
My cock was still hard and Gasping for air as Olivia finished her little display.
She stood up, her body shaking slightly as a final shiver ran through her. I lay on the cold, tile floor of the shower, staring up at her. I couldn't believe what just happened.
Olivia stepped closer, her body hovering above me as I looked up at her in awe. She spread her lips wide, revealing her orgasm-soaked pussy, inviting me to look and taste. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. She leaned down, whispering in my ear, "Remember, I want you to eat it all.
I want you to never forget who you belong to."
She didn't have to worry. How could I forget the smell and taste of her musk, the heat of her piss on my face? My cock throbbed, sticky with her juices and my own cum.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, inviting her to continue. She let out a low chuckle and began to piss again, this time letting it flow into my waiting mouth. The warm, salty liquid filled me up, and I swallowed it down eagerly, savoring the taste of her.
Olivia continued to pee over me, her body shaking with orgasmic aftershocks as she drained herself on my face. With a final shudder, she pulled away, her gaze locked on mine.
"See what happens when you're a dirty pervert, Mr. Vato? This is what you deserve." she said, a twisted grin on her face.
I stared up at her, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. My body was covered in a warm, sticky mess, but I couldn't deny the intensity of the orgasm I had just experienced.
My heart raced, my cock and balls were sore, and my head was spinning from the sensation of Olivia's hot piss coating my face. I had never felt so alive and so defeated at the same time.
Olivia stood over me, her legs trembling slightly as she caught her breath. She reached down and wiped a hand across her wet cunt, using the moisture to trace a line down my cheek.
"Now you know what it's like to belong to a real woman," she said, her tone powerful and dominant.
"You'll clean up and then you'll be on your knees, licking my pussy until I we check out of hotel in the morning."
I nodded eagerly, unable to find my voice. I knew she was right. I had always been a pervert, a dirty boy who craved the scent and taste of women's dirty panties. And now I had finally found someone who could give me what I truly desired.
I stood up and cleaned myself off, knowing better than to disobey Olivia's demand.
I kneeled down in front of her, my face mere inches from her freshly-showered cunt. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her pussy and my own musk still lingering on her skin. My cock twitched at the smell, the memory of her taste still fresh on my tongue.
"Eat me out, but this time, no hands," she commanded, her voice thick with lust.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
I could feel her trembling slightly, the anticipation building between us. My hands reached up to grip her ass, pulling her closer to my face as I buried my tongue deep inside of her.
"Fuck," she muttered, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I explored her with my mouth. She tasted sweet and salty, the mix of flavors only heightening the intensity of our encounter. I felt her body arching against me, her hips bucking as she ground herself against my face.
I sucked and licked at her clit, relishing in the moans and gasps that spilled from her lips. I wanted to make her cum, to lose herself in the pleasure of my mouth.
I felt her pussy start to clench around my tongue, a sign that she was close. I sucked harder, tonguing her mercilessly as she reached down to grab a handful of my hair.
"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out, her body trembling as she came hard against my face.
I could feel her pussy contracting around my tongue, the sweet taste of her juices filling my mouth. Olivia ground her hips against me, savoring the aftermath of her climax as I lapped up every last drop.
As she pulled away, I could see a satisfied smile on her face. She looked down at me, her gaze filled with a sense of power and dominance. I knew that I belonged to her now, completely and utterly. I would do anything she asked of me, no matter how degrading or shameful. When morning came and we checked out I didn't have a drop of cum left in my balls.
I spent the entire night pleasuring the dominant, commanding Olivia, eating her sweet-salty nectar, feeling the warmth of her taunts and dominance overwhelm my senses. We didn't speak much, we hardly breathed as we let the pure, animalistic desire between us take control.
But now, as we lay in bed, the sheets still sticky with our combined fluids, I couldn't help but ask, "So, what now?"
Olivia looked at me with a knowing smile. "So now you order my dirty panties every month and masturbate to me like the pervert you are!" she replied with a wicked smile on her face.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as she said that. On one hand, I was embarrassed that she knew how much I enjoyed her scent and taste. But on the other hand, I felt a sense of relief that I no longer had to hide it.
"Yes, I do," I said, trying to steady my breath. "And I have to say, it's the highlight of my month."
Olivia laughed, her voice rich and husky.
"I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Vato," she said, tracing a finger down my chest. "It's not every day I meet a man who's so open about his desires."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "But don't think this is the last time we'll be together like this," she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. "I have so much more in store for you."
I gulped, my heart racing at the thought of what Olivia might have in store for me.
But before I could ask, she pulled away and climbed out of bed.
"Get dressed," she said, her voice brisk and business-like. "We have a lot to do today."
I nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment washing over me. I had hoped that our night together would lead to something more, but it seemed like Olivia had other plans.
As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for what we had just shared. But at the same time, I was excited to see what the future held.
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