He picked me up for our date looking very sexy. Expensive, dark-washed designer jeans, a crisp white button-down shirt, Italian leather shoes. Over dinner, we flirted heavily, the sparks flying. I couldn’t wait to be alone.
He took me back to his place and pushed me against the wall as he slipped his hand into my long, blonde hair and plunged his tongue into my mouth. His other hand roamed over my body, cupping my ass, his thumb raking over my nipple. I could feel his hard cock straining against my tummy, and my hands went to the front of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled his fly down, and slipped my hand inside.
At first, I thought he wasn’t wearing any underwear, because there was nothing between the head of his hard, throbbing cock and my hand. But as I slipped my hand farther into his pants, I realized he was wearing a tiny pair of silky panties. They were so small, in fact, that they didn’t even cover his balls. I needed to investigate further. I pulled his jeans down over his hips and ran my hands over his ass, and realized he was wearing a g-string! I pulled away from him, looking down, and was shocked to recognize the panties… they were mine! The sight of his hard cock in my slutty panties got me so wet… and I knew what I needed to do… I needed to make him my bitch and punish him for being a panty-stealing pervert.
