- As I promised a couple of days ago, I’m about to post a hot and juicy used panty story. The story is pretty long, so I’m going to break into multiple posts over the next several days. So be sure to cum back often to get the latest update.

- I wish I could take credit for writing this fantasy (because I think it’s well done, and HOTTTT!), but the truth is, it was penned by one of my loyal used pantie pals, Doug. I think you’ll agree that he has quite a gift for writing scintillating used panty stories. I hope it makes your cock as hard as my panties are wet after reading it! So without further delay, I present to you Doug’s Wet Used Panty Fantasy:

Wet Used Panty Fantasy (Part 1)
Wet Used Panty Fantasy (Part 1)
Wet Used Panty Fantasy (Part 2)
Wet Used Panty Fantasy (Part 3)
Wet Used Panty Fantasy (Part 4)

Doug’s Wet Used Panty Fantasy (Part 1)

Amy woke as she felt the bed move. Sleepily, she looked over to see the bathroom door close. She glanced at her alarm clock to see it was only 5AM, much to early for either she or Doug to get ready for work. She was about to drift back to sleep when she noticed the closet door ajar, the laundry basket spilled onto the floor. The clothes were strewn across the hallway carpet, as if someone had been looking for something.

Her curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate. Noiselessly, she slid out of bed, shivered, put on her robe and walked to the bathroom. When she got to the pile of clothes she stooped down to gather them up and put them back into the hamper and stopped short. On top of the tangled pile of jeans and tops and socks, it appeared as if someone had carefully set aside and then separated her underwear, more specifically her panties and thongs. They had been carefully laid flat, inside out, with the crotch facing up. It was almost as if they were being compared, as if there were some sort of order to the lay out, so neatly had they been placed.

As she pondered this for a moment, a noise from the bathroom startled her. Deep, heavy breathing was coming from the other side of the door. She softly rose and crept up to the door and gently turned the knob, being as quiet as possible. As she opened the door the sound of the breathing became louder, deep, rhythmic breaths. The site she encountered was startling; Doug, sitting on the edge of the tub in just his boxers, his back to her, his hands to his face, breathing in great, slow breaths through his nose. Peeking from under his fingers was the edge of the strap to her little black thong, the one she had worn just last night, when they went out dancing and had had so much fun. He had done all the right things, held her in just the right way, made her feel so sexy and aroused; she had been so wet when they had come home. But it was late, they were tired, he had to get up early, and they had agreed to pick it up again tonight.

And now here he was, holding that tiny scrap of wet thong to his face, breathing in her pussy smell. She wanted to touch him, to let him know she was there, to not spy on him like this, but he was so intent and she was so curious that she decided to watch for just a moment longer. She tiptoed closer and was able to see that he was very aroused, in fact he was a hard as a rock, his excited cock pushing free of his boxers through the slit in front. As he inhaled and exhaled her smells, his cock bobbed up and down and she was beginning to enjoy the sight. The familiar warmth began between her thighs and she wondered if this might turn out for the better in the long run.

Suddenly he pulled his hands from his face. She froze, not daring to breath, watching as he stopped a moment to look at the crotch of the thong for a moment. Then, stretching the crotch tight between his hands, he brought the crotch to his mouth and placed it face-down on his tongue and began to lick it firmly. In a moment he placed it completely in his mouth, tonguing and sucking the very spot where she knew she had leaked all her slippery juices. He closed his eyes again and worked his tongue, seeming to try to suck every last bit of her from the thong.

- See? I told you it was HOT! Remember to check back in the next day or two to see just how dirty Doug’s used pantie mind can be!