Marykate is an average looking woman who recently moved in with her boyfriend who she has a vanilla average sex life with. At work, she inexplicably succumbs to Nick, and discovers she has a massive cum fetish. She begins a sticky steamy affair with Nick which enhances her cum fetish and gains a panty fetish from Nick which leads to her first of many lesbian experiences. She is also spit roasted by Nick and a stranger in her boyfriends bed.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

Marykate stood outside Nick’s door, her breath shallow and quick, the anticipation crackling in the air around her. She shifted slightly, the barely-there fabric of the golden dress clinging to her skin with every move. The dress was lingerie masquerading as elegance—delicate and utterly revealing. The sheer material left little to the imagination, its golden lace strategically placed to tease rather than conceal. The plunging neckline dipped daringly low, and the high slit traced her leg like an invitation, exposing smooth skin as the golden fabric swayed.

The robe, a masterpiece of tulle and lace, gave the illusion of modesty, flowing loosely around her figure. Its ethereal train whispered against the floor, framing her like a character out of a forbidden fairytale. The intricate floral patterns in the lace were a delicate counterpoint to the daring dress beneath, adding a layer of elegance to her boldness.

Her long brown hair tumbled over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She had opted for a bold lip and a touch of gold on her eyelids, the makeup as daring as the outfit itself. She felt exposed, vulnerable even, yet undeniably powerful. Tonight, she wasn’t hiding; she was owning every inch of herself.

As she raised her hand to knock, she hesitated, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he’d hear it through the door. The hallway was still, save for her quiet breaths and the faint rustling of the robe as she shifted on her heels. When she finally knocked, the sound was soft, hesitant, but firm enough to echo her intention.

The door opened almost instantly, as though Nick had been waiting just on the other side. His eyes widened as he saw her, his response a low, appreciative rumble.

"Oh, Marykate," he breathed, and there was a hint of disbelief in his voice. "You look...stunning."

She cast her eyes down, hiding behind the fringe of her hair that cascaded over her shoulder. The robe billowed around her, almost as though it sought to shield her, but the lingerie dress beneath was impossible to ignore.

“daddy I wanna be your…your slut.” The innocent markykate stammered out.

Nick grinned and extended his hand to her. “Then come in, little one,” he said, his voice low and warm. It sent shivers down her spine.

Hesitantly, Marykate stepped into the gloomy apartment, her breath hitching when she took in the surroundings. The heavy smell of stale beer and sex clung to the air like a fog, making her heart hammer erratically in her chest.

She watched, wide-eyed, as Nick closed the door behind her, the loud *click* echoing in the tense silence.

Turning back to her, the warmth in his gaze was unmistakable. The way he looked at her, it made her feel things she’d never felt before. Marykate bit down on her lip nervously, her stomach twisting in excited knots.

As if reading her thoughts, he closed the distance between them with a couple of strides, and before she could react, his fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

"Don't be nervous, Marykate," he murmured softly, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. "I'm here to help you explore your desires, to show you pleasure you’ve never known."

Her breath hitched at his tender touch, a shiver running down her spine. Despite the mixed feelings warring within her, her heart still quickened at the thought of what was to come. Tonight, she wanted to learn about this newfound side of her—the side that craved submission, the side that found exhilaration in defying conventions and losing control.

She reminded herself that she could always stop if it became too much.

Nick sensed her apprehension. Keeping his voice low and coaxing, he said, "Take a deep breath and let yourself feel, Marykate. You wanted to explore this part of you, and that's exactly what we're going to do. You're safe with me."

Marykate nodded and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of him—a mix of musk, cologne, and something uniquely Nick that made her senses flare.

they kissed.

It started off gentle and slow, with their lips brushing against each other, exploring one another. As they kissed, Marykate felt her heart pounding in her chest and her head spun. Nick's hands ran over her body, sending shivers down her spine before he began tenderly undressing her.

He peeled off the sheer robe, letting it fall softly to the ground while leaving the lingerie dress in place. His fingers traced the delicate golden lace of the dress, teasing and arousing Marykate even more.

“before we go any further, kitten, i want you to undress me and suck me.” Nick whispered into Marykate’s ear. His breath tickled her ear and she shivered with excitement.

Marykate hesitantly reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards, revealing a toned and muscled torso. She licked her lips as she took in the sight before her. Her hands trembled slightly as she ran them along his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

He helped her remove his shirt, then kicked off his shoes and pants, until he was standing before her in just his boxers.

She carefully untied the string holding his boxers up, letting them drop to the floor. Nick was large, muscular and handsome, his green eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. The sight of him, unclothed and aroused, sent a passionate surge of desire coursing through her veins.

"Now suck," he growled, pointing towards his rumpled comforter.

Marykate's heart raced as she willingly slid to her kneees. “I’ve never actually done this

before, Nick,” she murmured softly, her voice laden with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she allowed her fingers to trace the outline of his erection, marveling at the silky yet rigid texture.

Nick's eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her in anticipation. “Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll guide you through it,” he assured her as he tenderly brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Just be present in the moment – let your desire be your guide.

Feel the warmth, the power, the intimacy of it all.” Nick whispered, his green eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and encouragement.

Marykate hesitated for only a moment before closing her eyes and opening her mouth, taking him into her eagerly, not quite ready to admit the fiery fantasies that had begun to consume her mind and fuel her most secret desires. Her tongue darted out to explore the tip, tracing the veins, savoring each texture before taking him deeper, causing him to sigh with pleasure.

Then the blowjob got very very very sloppy.

She let her gag reflex go and drooled all over his cock, her eyes watering, her cheeks billowing in and out like a pufferfish. Nick's hips jerked forward as she deepthroated him, moaning around him. He was so big, and the feeling of him stretching her mouth almost made her feel as complete as she did when they were having intercourse. It was almost like she was worshipping him, showing him all the power she'd given over to him by offering her mouth on him like this. Although it was the first time she had ever suck cocked, she naturally embraced nicks masculine taste.

His moans of pleasure only fueled her confidence, and she felt powerful, desired, loved. She soon began to lose herself in the act as her lips slid up and down and her tongue danced around him. The scent of his arousal, the muskiness of it, was intoxicating. The only sounds in the room were her wet noises, and his heavy breathing and low growls.

Marykate was aware of how much more comfortable she had become already. It was as if she finally accepted the sexual liberation that Nick guided her into. She also couldn’t believe how much larger nicks penis was than her boyfriend. By no means was Nick super large but her boyfriend clearly was small and lacked in confidence.

Marykate reveled in the new liberty she had found, her insecurities and hesitations slowly receding as her desires took center stage. She surrendered to the sensations, feeling alive for the first time in a very long while.

When Nick began to undress himself, Marykate's eyes trailed over his toned body, her hunger for him growing exponentially. She reached out to unclasp his tool punctuated by shuddering breaths giving it a few gentle strokes. She couldn’t believe she was cheating on her boyfriend with her handsome coworker, but that guilt paled in comparison to the fervent sensations coursing through her body.

As Nick reveled in her unabashed display of desire, he leaned forward, his green eyes gleaming with raw intensity. His attentive fingers traced her cheeks, cradling her jawline, directing her to take him deeper, bolder. Moments later, they lay sprawled on the bed, tangled in a heap of mismatched covers, the sheets entangled in the heat of their bodies.

The room was thick with the scent of their lovemaking—a heady mix of sweat, sex, and satisfaction. They were both breathing heavily, their gasps echoing softly in the stillness of the room.

Nick was the first to stir, tracing a path along her stomach with hesitant fingers. "Did you enjoy that, Marykate?" he asked softly, his voice hoarse and sleepy.

She nodded, smiling shyly, "Yes, more than I ever thought possible," she whispered.

“Looks like i made a big mess.” Nick laughed quietly looking down at Marykates very red crotch- her vaginal pubes absolutely covered in sweat and a profuse amount of cum leaking from her.

“Yes, you did,” Marykate giggled shyly. “I’m not sure I can walk tomorrow.”

“Well, if you can’t, we can always spend the day in bed,” he smirked, running a hand through her hair.

Marykate nuzzled her face into his chest tiredly, but she still smiled at the thought of a day in bed with Nick. But then her thoughts drifted to her sweat and cum covered crotch.

An idea struck her as she lay there, spent and replete. Her face lit up and she looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Nick, can I ask you something?" she whispered shyly.

"Of course you can, kitten," he answered, his voice as smooth as velvet and holding a familiar low growl with it.

Marykate paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, choosing her words carefully.

She took a breath and whispered, "Can I keep your, uh...the condom that you used earlier?" She felt her face growing warm at the unusual request.

Nick raised an eyebrow, surprised but intrigued. "Sure, I guess. Is there a particular reason why?" His hand continued to absentmindedly play with her hair as they spoke, one finger tracing gentle circles on her scalp.

"You would like to keep it as a souvenir?" he asked, teasing a little.

"Well I…my boyfriend has never actually came before. So I’ve never seen a man’s cum," Marykate replied, concealing her embarrassment with a shy smile.

She couldn't believe she had uttered it out loud and was anxious about his reaction.

Understanding shone in Nick’s eyes, his hand leaving a trail of warmth on her skin as he continued to absentmindedly stroke her arm. "You're not alone, kitten. I've had my fair share of partners who haven't been as open about their curiosities as you are."

He leaned into her, his breath warm against her cheek. "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around me to explore such desires. What do you wanna know about my cum?

I'll tell ya anything you want to know." Nick replied, with an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's a mix of my DNA, hormones and remnants of my dinner, which happens to be delicious pizza, by the way. Want a taste?"

Marykate blushed at the suggestion, but curiosity was getting the best of her. "Yes... I'd like to know more."

Nick handed her the used condom, which she inspected carefully, turning it over in her hands, studying the appearance of his cum.

It was fascinating, this foreign substance that had just filled her, brought her to ecstasy, and held so many mystery. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next, before slowly lifting it to her nose.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Nick. It was musky and earthy, a strong bodily odor that reminded her of him, of the intimate act they had just shared.

“drink it, kitten.” Nick purred.

“Drink it, Marykate. Why do you think I asked you to leave it on?”

Still blushing furiously, Marykate met his gaze, knowing full well why. She complied with his request, gently bringing the condom to her lips, allowing the residual evidence of their lovemaking to flow into her mouth. The taste was unexpected; it was slightly salty and warm, much like she expected. Her face grew even warmer, her inexperience evident through her hesitant swallow.

Once she'd finished, she handed the now empty condom back to Nick. He took it from her, his gaze admiring and respectful all at once.

"Good girl," he praised. "That's the first step towards understanding your desires."

Marykate smiled meekly, feeling both relieved and strangely exhilarated. As they lay there, she allowed herself to surrender wholly to the moment, no longer holding back any lingering embarrassment. They drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied slumber—their bodies tangled, their minds unburdened.

Yet, Marykate couldn’t shake the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that swirled within her. Each gentle breath from Nick only affirmed the complex layers that had been unveiled during their raw and intimate encounter. A new world of possibilities seemed to open up before her, and she couldn’t wait to explore it with this man who had guided her so carefully, yet passionately, into her hidden desires.

When Marykate awoke, she found Nick asleep, but his cock stiff and tall. She hadn’t been able to shake the craving of the taste of his cum and craved it more. She looked at how some had dried in her vaginal pubes , mixing with her arousal fluid creating a unique and erotic scent. Marykate couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. She leaned forward and slowly licked the bit that had dried, savoring it as it mixed with the wet essence of her own body. Her clit throbbed in response to this intense taste.

Marykate’s eyes fluttered as she tasted herself, an unfamiliar yet tantalizing sensation awakened a new hunger inside of her. Her skin prickled at the sensation, heat flooding through her veins. She began to desperately pull at her pubes trying to savor nicks dried semen as much as she could. Nick's deep breaths sounded in sync with her own growing panting, his eyes glazed over as he observed Marykate lost in her pleasurable self-exploration.

Once she'd satisfied her thirst, she lowered her head to Nick's waist, eyeing the hold remnants of his previous encounters with other women that still decorated his body. This discovery raised new questions and fascinations for Marykate, sparking a fire that consummated her desire for more.

She had heard of the exhilarating concept of a used panties fetish, an obsession with the scents and traces left behind on women's undergarments. Her mind raced with possibilities: could she dare to explore the realms of being intimately connected with someone while apart?

The more she thought about it, the more intrigued and thrilled she became, as though some secret side of her soul had been awakened.

**Revised Scene:**

Marykate's eyes widened as she took in Nick's form, reclined on the bed beside her. He wore nothing but a pair of lacy panties, a stark contrast to his masculine frame. The sight sent a jolt of unexpected excitement through her, igniting a curiosity she hadn't known existed.

"Nick..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, "Why are you wearing those?"

Nick looked at her, his green eyes gleaming with amusement. "You like it, don't you, kitten? The way it looks on me."

Marykate nodded, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I... I do. But I'm surprised. And curious. Whose are they?"

Nick chuckled, tracing a finger along the lace. "They belong to an old friend. She doesn't mind me borrowing them every now and then."

Marykate's imagination ran wild, picturing the unknown woman who owned these panties. The thought of Nick wearing another woman's underwear, the intimacy of it, stirred something primal within her. She felt a pang of jealousy, but also a thrill she couldn't quite explain.

"Would you like to smell them?

"Here," Nick said, leaning closer and offering her the crotch of the panties. "Take a good whiff, kitten. See if you can guess whose they are."

Marykate hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, driven by a sudden urge, she leaned in and inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating - a mix of Nick's musk, the faintest hint of perfume, and something else, something uniquely feminine.

"It smells... nice," she admitted, her voice soft. "But I can't tell who it belongs to."

Nick grinned, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "That's because you're not used to this, kitten. But you're doing great. Keep exploring."

Emboldened by his encouragement, Marykate reached out tentatively, touching the fabric. It was soft, worn in places, and she could imagine the woman who had worn them, could almost see her face.

"Tell me about her," Marykate said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The woman who owns these."

Nick's expression softened, and he began to speak, painting a picture of a confident, sensual woman who had once shared a part of

her life with him, her laughter echoing through his apartment late into the nights. "She's got fiery red hair, curves in all the right places, and a spirit that's as wild as a storm. She's the kind of woman who leaves an impression, you know? The kind you can't forget."

Marykate listened, entranced, as Nick spoke. She tried to picture this woman, to understand what drew Nick to her, and why he chose to wear her panties. A strange mix of envy and admiration welled up inside her.

"And she knows about this?" Marykate asked, gesturing to the panties. "About you wearing her underwear?"

Nick nodded. "Yeah, she does. We have an understanding. She gets off on the idea of me wearing her panties, and I get off on wearing them. It's a win-win."

Marykate bit her lip, her mind racing. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation, but somehow, it felt right. Natural, even. She looked back at the panties, then up at Nick, her eyes filled with a newfound determination.

"I want to try," she said, her voice steady. "I

"And she knows about this?" Marykate asked, gesturing to the panties. "About you wearing her underwear?"

Nick nodded. "Yeah, she does. We have an understanding. She gets off on the idea of me wearing her panties, and I get off on wearing them. It's a win-win."

"I want to try," she said, her voice steady. "I

**Revised Scene:**

Marykate took a deep breath, her decision made. She slipped the borrowed panties up her legs, the soft fabric sliding against her skin like a secret touch. She could feel the warmth of the previous owner, the ghost of her presence, and it sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Nick watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. "How does it feel, kitten?" he asked, his voice low.

Marykate bit her lip, adjusting the panties to fit her. "It feels... different. Exciting. Dirty." She blushed at her admission, but Nick just smiled, encouraging her.

"Dirty can be good, Marykate," he said, pulling his own panties aside to reveal his hardening cock. "Especially when it feels this good."

Marykate's breath hitched as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Nick's hips. She pulled her own panties aside, positioning herself above him. Their eyes locked as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she took him fully. "Nick, this feels... incredible."

Nick groaned, his

"Who would've thought you'd be such a natural at this, kitten?" Nick teased, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him slowly.

Marykate giggled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. "Not me, that's for sure. But there's something about these panties... about knowing they belonged to someone else..."

Nick nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's the thrill of it, isn't it? The taboo, the dirtiness. It's like we're connecting with someone else, even when they're not here."

Marykate bit her lip, considering his words. "I never thought about it like that. But yeah, it feels... intimate. In a weird way."

Nick chuckled, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips. "There's nothing weird about it, Marykate. It's just another way to express our desires, our fantasies. And there's nothing wrong with that."

Marykate leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Nick's chest. "I like this side of you, Nick. The side that's open, that's honest about what he wants."

Nick wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "And I like this side of you, Marykate. You're so much more than I ever could have imagined. You're adventurous, open-minded, and unafraid to explore your desires."

Marykate smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her at his words. She began to move her hips in a slow grind, feeling every inch of him inside her. It was a surreal sensation, but an incredibly satisfying one — one that she knew she wanted to pursue further.

Their sweat-slicked bodies slapped together, the rhythm increasing as their pleasure rose.