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Derek – the Pantyman

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Derek – the PantymanDerek was a corporate lawyer I met through work. He was an average sort of guy, intelligent but not overly so, well dressed but not exactly sartorial, polite, considerate and quietly spoken but interesting and kind of fun to be with.I was surprised and flattered when he asked me out to dinner. He was an average sort of guy but I knew I was well below average and I didn’t asked out much. Hardly ever, to be honest.I liked him. I liked him instinctively from the first time I met him and when I got to know him, I liked him even more. He was one of those rare, genuine, what you see is what he is kind of guys, completing lacking in pretension or guile. Our first dinner date seemed to go well, certainly much, much better than most of my ‘dates’ and much to my surprise he called the early the next day and asked me out again. I was surprised and delighted. I don’t get asked out much and usually one evening with me over dinner is enough to send most guys packing. But Derek was different. He was calm and relaxed and I felt the same way when I was with him. I didn’t feel defensive and I didn’t feel like I had to try so hard with him.We went out a few times then I invited him back to my place and we had sex. He was very confident, very eager and he went down on me THROUGH my panties. He just went down on me as thought my panties weren’t there.It was a huge turn on for me, feeling his tongue pressing on my cunt through those panties, those wet panties pressing hard on my clit. I came hard and I was delighted that he went down on me first.I was still in bra and panties and he was naked. I sucked his cock but he didn’t seem to be really into it. He played with my bra, not my tits, my bra, while I sucked his cock. Then he got me into a 69 position and he rubbed his finger on my cunt through my panties.He pushed his finger against my panties and actually pushed his finger and my panties into my cunt hole. I thought this is a bit weird but kind of kinky and I liked it. He pushed my bra up over my tits, pulled my panties to one side and fucked me like that. I had been fucked like this before, so it wasn’t new to me but it felt different and I was getting this vibe that there was something different about Derek.I didn’t think there was anything really weird about any of this at first. Derek was SO normal and I just thought he liked fucking me with my underwear one. It didn’t seem like a big deal.After a while though I realised that I had never been naked with him. Every time I went to take my panties of he had stopped me. He was always kind of subtle about it and never made a big deal about it.He’d say things like. “No, no, you look so hot in them.”Derek never stayed the night. We would go out somewhere, come back to my place, fuck and he’d leave shortly afterwards. It was all good though. I liked being with him and I liked fucking him. As the weeks went by I began to wonder why we only ever fucked with me wearing panties and his obsession with my panties was becoming more and more obvious. He was becoming bolder too and we started doing some weird things with my panties.He liked going down on me through my panties, he liked to finger me through my panties, pushing his finger into my cunt with my panties stretched and wrapped around his finger. Same thing with his cock. He liked to put his cock IN my panties from the front and rub it his cock between my panties and my cunt. He liked to stick his cock down the back of my panties and rub his cock between my panties and my ass.He liked to lie on his back and for me to rub my panty clad cunt up and down on his cock.I have my own little bucak escort peculiarities too. Funny little things that I really like and really turn me on but in strange ways. One of them is to have my panties slowly pulled down over my ass. I don’t know why but I really, really love that feeling of my panties slowly sliding over my ass. Most guys laugh at me when I tell them about it and ask them to do it. I have tried to be subtle about it but it’s just a bit of a joke to most men.Not to Derek. I thought since he was into panties he might understand. He did.He totally indulged me with this funny little thing of mine. He pulled my panties down over my ass just the way I liked in every way possible. Standing up, lying on my side. On my stomach. He pulled them down with his fingers, his teeth, even his cock. We would do it for hours. Just pulling my panties down. Weird. Crazy. Strange. I loved it.I loved everything we did. It all seemed a but weird but by then I had done much weirder stuff. This was weird but tame. I have four very close female friends I have known since primary school but I have never quite mastered the subtleties of sharing experiences with friends. I either reveal far too much or not enough. I told them about Derek’s obsession with my panties thinking it was just mildly strange and no big deal. They thought it was hilarious. It had never seemed funny to me, weird and unusual, certainly, bit not funny. Not funny ha ha.Women tease each other and banter much the same way men do and that is another thing I have never mastered. I never know when they are being bitchy, helpful, playful or laughing at me.They dubbed him ‘Pantyman’.They told me Derek had a panty fetish as if it were some sick, pervy thing. They told me he probably couldn’t get it up without panties and that I should offer him a pair of my panties to wear. I put it to the test. Next time we came home after a date I told him I felt hot and sweaty and needed a shower. I came our naked, still damp from the shower and I was all over him. I kissed him and told him I wanted him so badly. Really turned it on.No erection. Worse than that, Derek was deeply distressed, making ridiculous, unconvincing excuses. I became upset too. Very upset. I felt hurt and humiliated and thought that he had no interest in me, only my panties. That he’d probably rather just have a pair of panties to fuck around with than me.I thought he wasn’t attracted to me at all and anyone in a pair of panties would have done. I started crying. He put his arm around me and I winced and cringed but he held onto me. He started to cry. I hate seeing men cry. He began to explain.”I really like you, Vicky, I really do. I find you very attractive, I love spending time with you, love making love with you but… I’m really weird. I’ve got this thing, I can’t do it unless you’re wearing panties. I’ve got some kind of weird panty fetish.””Please stop crying. Let me process this.””You don’t know what it’s like. I can never have a girlfriend. After two or three times they know and that’s it. They think I’m sick.””You’re more interested in my panties than me.” “No, that’s not true. It’s you I want but I just can’t do it without…””Without a pair of panties to turn you on?” I said, instantly regretting how cruel that sounded.”It’s complicated. I don’t understand so why should you or anyone. I’ll go now. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”He got up and started to get dressed and I watched him. I thought he really has got a hot body and he is a good fuck. A very good fuck. He’s a nice guy too. I really like him.I didn’t think the panty thing was that weird. I had one escort bucak much weirder stuff than that. I was hurt because I thought he didn’t find me attractive. That he didn’t get turned on enough by me to even get an erection.Then my pragmatism kicked in. I had absolutely nothing better to do. No other prospects on even the most distant of horizons. Derek was better by far than the last few guys I’d been involved with and even if he didn’t find me attractive and even if I didn’t turn him on, the sex was still good. Very good.Derek was dressed. About to leave. I quickly went to my panties drawer, pulled the drawer right out of the wardrobe and dumped a drawer full of panties on my bed. I grinned at him, suddenly excited and turned on.”Derek? Will you help me choose a pair?”He looked stunned, pathetically hopeful but suspicious. I jumped on the bed and picked up a pair of dark purple panties. I held them up and turned them over in my hands.”How about these?” I said with a smile.I licked up a black g string, tiny little thing.”Or these? No, too small, we can’t play with them.”He began to get undressed. I was still naked. He lay on the bed with me and we went through the pile of panties together. He was in heaven. Panty heaven. His cock was rock hard, so hard it was trembling.Over the next few weeks we took his panty fetish to extremes. I let him do whatever he wanted and actively encouraged him. He was delighted. He told me he had never met a woman before who understood. One thing I have always understood was weird. Things got really weird though. He wrapped a pair of panties around his cock and stuffed them inside me with his cock. I hoped they didn’t get lost in there. Sometimes he’d just stuff them in with his fingers. Sometimes after they’d been inside my cunt, he’d stuff them in my mouth while he fucked me.He would cum inside my panties and then press his hand on them pressing my wet, cum filled panties against my cunt. He’d fuck me with my panties pulled to one side, cum all over my cunt then put my panties back over it and rub them against my cunt.I asked him to try a pair on and he became so excited I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I had never seen a man wearing a pair of women’s panties before and I found it an incredibly erotic sight. It was a turn on for sure but it was also erotic in the truest sense of the word. I loved the way my panties were unable to restrain or constrain his erection. I loved the way his stiff cock always found it’s way out of them, poking out the side or poking up out of the top.We both dressed in my ‘killer’ outfit. Black stockings, black garter belt, black panties and black bra and we fucked dressed like that. That was a HUGE turn on for me.One night he was fucking me doggy in front of the mirror with both of us dressed like that and I came so hard I almost pissed myself. I t was one of the best fucks of my life.Sometimes he would go down on me through and around my panties, then after I had come a few times and my panties were soaked with his saliva and my cunt juices, he’d rip them off me, stuff them in my mouth and fuck me. It always felt so different and exciting when he fucked me when I wasn’t wearing panties, admittedly, they were stuffed in my mouth, but it felt so different, like when you have been fucking with a condom, then you fuck without one.I used to take my panties off and I’d put them in his mouth while I sucked him off. He was never keen on me sucking his cock until he started to wear my panties and we got into the extreme panty perversions.He developed an interest in my bras. He liked wearing them with my panties. bucak escort bayan He liked to push them up off my tits when he fucked me. We would fuck with both of us wearing panties and a bra. He liked to cum in my bra. He would stick his cock into my bra cup in between my tit and the bra and jerk off and cum in my bra cup. It was the most unusual feeling having your tit in a bra cup full of cum. He press my bra onto my tit forcing it stick to my tit. It felt like having your tit glued in the bra cup.He used to buy me truckloads of panties because we used to ruin a lot of them. We used to go shopping for panties together and he would always get an erection in the shop. It was embarrassing but exciting. Derek was the first guy to bend me over the back of a couch and fuck me. Something that would become one of my favourite ways to get fucked. We came home from the movies and before we had left I persuaded him to wear a pair of my panties to the movies. He had a raging erection all night and all night he was begging me to go home so he could fuck me. I loved it. I kept touching his cock all night but that was all I would do in the movies.He was on me the instant we were in the door. He just bent me over the back of the couch, pushed my skirt up, ripped my panties off and fucked my brains out, with me hanging over the couch with my hands on the cushions.It was an amazing fuck. I just loved the way he bent me over and got stuck into me but after that Derek had a real thing for ripping my panties off. He’d just grab them and yank them off with one violent jerk.It always hurt, it always left a mark on me and sometimes it broke the kin but I didn’t care. I fucking loved it. I loved having my panties just ripped off of me like that in one quick, violent jerk.The couch fuck became a regular thing and it became a regular thing with every guy I had since Derek. Things were going really well with Derek but I did what I always did and always do and I fucked things up. I got this fixation, this crazy obsession or something that I wanted him to fuck me when we were both naked.I nagged him about it. I kept ambushing him. I’d burst into the shower when he was naked and not a panty in sight and try to get him to fuck me. He couldn’t or wouldn’t.One night I refused to let him fuck me unless we were both naked. He told me he was going home. We got into a fight and I said some things that I never meant to, things that once said cannot be taken back and that was the end of me and my Pantyman.I have aggression control issues and at times I say and do things in the heat of the moment I deeply regret afterwards, when it is always too late.We were both yelling at each other and it was actually our first real fight, our first ever serious argument. He called me a few names and things escalated until I lost it completely.I got right in his face and screamed at him at the top of my voice.”What about you? You’re just a panty pervert who can’t even get it up without a pair of women’s panties. No woman could ever love a sicko like you.”The irony was that at that time I may have been starting to fall in love with him myself. I don’t know if it was what I had said, how I had said it or if it was simply that he’d gotten a glimpse of my dark side, that almost uncontrollable rage inside me, but whatever it was he never spoke to me again.I phoned, texted, sent hand written notes, sent flowers, I even sent panties. He never responded.He was the only guy I have ever known who had a real panty fetish. It still amazes me how perfectly normal he was in every other way. I don’t know if he needs to seek treatment for it or it’s just a matter of finding and understanding woman or a woman who is into it too. Whatever, I still have very fond memories of my Pantyman and I often think of him when I put a pair of panties on or take them off.

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