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  SNIFF MY PANTIES

  ROXIE LACE

  Copyright © 2017 by Roxie Lace

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  Suddenly I had an idea. The panties that I had parted would usually be entirely lost when I was playing with myself, I didn’t want to stain my clothing with my cum. Except that now I wanted to. Now I wanted to let him smell my cum on my panties - I wanted him to put my panties on and feel his own cock where my wet cunt had been. I took the fabric of my panties and rubbed my pussy liberally through my silky lace underwear. They were getting soaked as I came, streams of my juices flooding into my panties. As I came leaned backwards and gripped onto my headboard, my back raised, my tits reaching for the ceiling as my erect nipples toyed with the sunlight that streamed into my room.

  And now I had what I wanted - what I knew that Daddy wanted. A pair of my panties, coated with my cum…

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  SNIFF MY PANTIES

  I thought I was losing my fucking mind.

  FOR THE PAST few weeks I’ve been living my life as usual - getting undressed every night and putting my dirty underwear in my laundry basket in my room. Once a week - on Saturdays - my mom takes my laundry and washes it, returning the clean clothes on Sunday mornings.

  A few weeks ago I noticed that I was missing a pair of underwear. It didn’t really bother me, it was just a pair of old white cotton panties that I was thinking of throwing out anyway - but still, they had gone. I figured that they had just disappeared in the wash, they might be hidden in the dryer or something - I didn’t really think much about it.

  The following week I made sure to check the clothes going out, and the clothes coming back. Once again I saw that there was a pair of my panties missing - this time a slightly nicer pair. A black lace pair that were some of my favorites, and that I had worn during a night out with a couple of my friends.

  I must have worn that pair for close to 24 hours. I’d been up early that day to go to college, before coming back home and having dinner with my mom and my stepdad. I hadn’t had time to shower that night - I met some friends at a local coffee shop and then we had gone to play mini-golf. It was so hot that night and I had been wearing tight fitting jeans, I remembered that I had been sweating a lot. Those panties must have been so smelly - so musky. So where the fuck had they gone?

  Thankfully, there’s really not many options in this house. I’m an only child, and the only other people in this house are my mom and my stepdad. He’s been married to my mom for 5 years now and I really have come to think of him as a true dad to me - he is really supportive and treats me like I were his own daughter. I call him Daddy and I truly love him - I’m a very lucky girl to have him.

  But this recent wave of missing panties has made me a little suspicious of him. I’m positive that it’s not my mom taking them - I’m way slimmer than she has, over the past couple of years she’s gained a ton of weight - so there’s really only one option left. It must be my daddy.

  And to be totally honest, that thought kind of turns me on.

  I’ve heard about guys who like to sniff panties. I’ve always thought that it’s a bit of a weird fetish, but the more that I think about my Daddy with my panties the more that it pleases me. I’ve always thought that he’s cute - that he could have done so much better than my mom - especially given her weight gain. Maybe he’s trying to get closer to me?

  I had no proof, of course. But it wouldn’t be long before I got some.

  I WAITED until I knew that we would be alone. My mom had gone to work and my Daddy had a day off, and was doing some work around the house - putting up shelves and painting the spare room.

  “Daddy” I said in my sweetest little voice as I came down into the living room. He was standing against a wall, marking where a shelf was going to go. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course my little princess” he said, turning to greet me. He smiled at me with a sweet little smile, a grin that sent a sexy shiver throughout my body. He turned me to jelly when he did that, I felt like I was the only person that mattered to him. In all honesty, he could ask me to suck his cock with that smile and I’d do it - it had such an affect on me.

  “Well, it’s a bit awkward” I said, biting my bottom lip. I kind of knew that I looked hot, I kind of planned to look as delicious as I could. “It’s a bit embarrassing.”

  The smile on my Daddy’s face grew, I think that he was getting some satisfaction from my awkwardness. He turned and bent down, to get his drill from his toolbox.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. My attentions naturally turned to his ass, his jeans were riding down over his hips as he bent over. When he usually did this I could see the crack of his ass - it was kind of sexy - but now? Now I could see the unmistakable lace of my favorite pair of panties.

  ‘He’s wearing my underwear!’ I thought to myself, my mind a cocktail of emotions. ‘He’s wearing my panties!’

  “Well” he said, standing up and facing me with his drill in his hands. “What is it?”

  I stood like a deer in the headlights - unable to speak. Not sure what to think, feeling so conflicted. On one hand I felt a little violated, I mean my Daddy had taken something o mine, something very personal. On the other hand - his cock was touching the same fabric that my pussy had touched just a few days earlier. By god, that turned me on. I felt my pussy gush almost immediately, a shiver going up my spine as I pictured his dick in my panties. At that second I wanted him - I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, his hands on my tits - his tongue on my clit.

  “Um” I said, my voice shaking. “Nothing - sorry, forget it.”

  I turned, my face turning a deep shade of red. My need to feel fingers on my pussy so intense, my mind entirely in the gutter with the image of my Daddy’s cock in my panties. I rushed up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me and falling onto my bed. My hands all over my body, ripping away my t-shirt and grabbing my tits, squeezing my flesh - twisting my nipples as my head flew back - a soft moan escaping from my lips.

  I felt so horny, so alive. I needed to touch myself, I needed my fingers inside my soaking pussy. I tugged down my pants and pulled my panties to one side, rolling two fingers around my enlarged clit. My breaths became shallow and rapid, my fingers rubbing my clit as my pussy craved more action. I rummaged at my tits, bringing my nipple to my lips to suck on myself as my fingers dipped deeper into my cunt - my juices spilling from my opening, running across my body and down the inside of my thigh.

  Suddenly I had an idea. The panties that I had parted would usually be entirely lost when I was playing with myself, I didn’t want to stain my clothing with my cum. Except that now I wanted to. Now I wanted to let him smell my cum on my panties - I wanted him to put my panties on and feel his own cock where my wet cunt had been. I took the fabric of my panties and rubbed my pussy liberally through my sil
ky lace underwear. They were getting soaked as I came, streams of my juices flooding into my panties. As I came leaned backwards and gripped onto my headboard, my back raised, my tits reaching for the ceiling as my erect nipples toyed with the sunlight that streamed into my room.

  And now I had what I wanted - what I knew that Daddy wanted. A pair of my panties, coated with my cum.

  I HAD no time to lose. My mom would be home in a couple of hours and I didn’t want to wait until I was alone with Daddy in the house again. I had to act now, and act fast. I pulled the panties away from my still trembling body and wrapped a short, sexy bathrobe around my nakedness - rolling up the panties into a ball and stuffing them into the pocket. I took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

  My Daddy was still in the living room, but he wasn’t putting up shelves. I saw him before he saw me - he was lying on the sofa with his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand. In the other hand was the panties that he had taken from me, balled up and pressed to his face. As I walked in he was clearly masturbating, while sniffing my panties.

  “Sophie!” he gasped as he saw me. His cock looked so amazing, so hard - so ready for me. His face growing a deep shade of red as he realized that there was no real explanation for what he was doing. “I - uh… I was just…”

  “I can see exactly what you were doing” I said with a smile. I walked towards him and stood at his end of the sofa, so that his head was at around the same height as my pussy. His eyes were fixed on me, knowing that he couldn’t talk his way out of this. I leant over him, letting him look down my top as I bent down to pluck my panties from his hand.

  “I think these belong to me” I said, a small smile on my face.

  “Soph” he said, nerves evident in his voice. “I can explain - it’s just, you know..”

  “Sshh” I said in a sexy whisper. “It’s okay. I just thought you might want these instead.”

  I picked the panties from my bathrobe pocket, still warm - still wet from my juices. I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply, smelling my scent on them.

  “I made these especially for you” I said - looking at my Daddy, seeing that a smile had returned to his face. His hand tightened its grip around his thick cock - a cock that was visibly growing. “I want you to have them.”

  His hand rose to meet mine, both of us touching the panties - feeling a spark of electricity running between us. The panties transferring from my possession to his.

  “Thanks” he said, his cock still in his hand. I knew that I wanted him there and then but I didn’t want to make that first move, he was my Daddy after all.

  “I’m going up to my room” I said in a soft and sexy voice. “I’ve got to put some more panties on. You know where to find me if you want me, okay?”

  “Of course” he said, his hand moving back and forth over his cock once more. He began to stroke himself, short breaths escaping from his mouth. I felt so horny but I knew that I shouldn’t, so I turned, looking back once more to see that he was staring at me - and walked towards the door.

  When I got back to my room a feeling of immense guilt came over me. I was still wet - still wanted to fuck my Daddy, but I just couldn’t do that to my mom.

  Or could I?

  I pulled a pair of panties on, a white cotton pair that I pulled from the pile of laundry that my mom had done for me. Putting them on I stood close to my door, waiting for the sound that I wanted to hear.

  And there it was. Footsteps. Strong, slow, deliberate footsteps coming up the stairs.

  “Sophie” my Daddy said softly, knocking on my bedroom door. “Sophie, can I come in?”

  “Of course” I said from the other side of the door. Knowing exactly what he wanted - knowing that I wouldn’t be able to turn him down. Knowing that I wanted him too.

  He came in, my panties still in his hand. He was entirely naked, his cock hard - leading the way into my room. He looked so good, so muscular - so ready for my mouth.

  “I want more” he said, holding them in front of him. “I want to fuck you.”

  “Sit on my bed” I whispered. “Quickly, before I change my mind.”

  I walked towards him, my heart pounding, unable to believe what I was about to do. I closed my eyes and gulped, before sinking to my knees.

  I leaned towards him and grabbed his cock with my hand, eager to touch him before he too changed his mind. He gasped as I pulled my fingers around his hardness, squeezing gently before softly stroking him, up and down - up and down. He leaned back on my bed as I continued, his breathing shallow - his eyes closed.

  I felt myself getting even more turned on as I stroked him, my pussy aching, desiring this cock. I knew what I wanted to do first though, I needed to taste my Daddy.

  I leaned my head forward, looking up to his face, seeing that his eyes were still closed. I held my hair back with my free hand and positioned his cock, opening my mouth as I lowered myself onto him.

  He jumped as I put my cold, wet tongue on to him, letting out a soft moan as I took him into my mouth. He tasted amazing the heat of his dick warming my mouth, his ball constricting as I licked his bulbous head and slid his meat down my throat. I could still taste the scent from my panties on his sword - clearly he’d been rubbing my panties on his cock - as I slurped on him, cupping his balls in my hand as I fed him into my mouth, running my lips along his shaft as I feasted. I felt his hand moving to the back of my head, pushing me down onto him, his sharp intake of breath as I suctioned telling me that I was doing what he wanted, the stiffness of his cock telling me that I was doing a good job.

  He leaned forward as I sucked on him, his hands rummaging through my bathrobe, reaching for my nipples. They were so hard already, I was so turned on watching him play with himself on the sofa that I gasped as he touched me, his familiar hands on new ground twisting my nipples, his nails digging at my flesh. My cunt felt like it was expelling rivers of my juice as I gorged on his mighty cock, I felt as though I could reach orgasm right there.

  He tugged at my bathrobe, making me raise my ass so that he could get a better angle at me. He pulled my panties over my ass and ran his fingers along the lips of my vagina, brushing against my clit and making me moan with pleasure. Feeling my Daddy’s hand on me like that, pressing against the entrance to my hole, close to breaching me - close to being the first to finger me - made me want him so much. He was holding his fingers on my lips as I sucked on him until I could take no more of his teasing. Still sucking him I pushed my ass back onto his hand, making his fingers slip into my willing vacuum, entering into me, making me groan.

  “God yes” I breathed, taking my lips away from his cock for the first time. “God you feel so amazing inside me.”

  His fingers delved into me, reaching deep into my pussy, running against the walls of my dampening cavern. I rocked as he finger fucked me, pushing him further into me, deeper into my pussy. His hand felt awesome but as I sucked more on his cock I knew that my pussy wanted more than just his digits. I needed to feel his dick inside me. I needed to fuck my Daddy.

  I held his hand away from my snatch and lifted my leg over his torso, putting my hands on his chest as I looked into his eyes. I held my pussy over his crotch as we stared at each other, thoughts of him and my mom on their wedding day long gone as I held his meat in my hand below him. We kept our eyes fixed on each other and both held our breaths as I positioned his dick against the opening of my pussy, holding this pose for a few seconds - giving him the chance to back out.

  I nodded at him and he nodded back, a look of greed on his face as I started my descent onto his cock. We both moaned together as I moved through the layers of his dick, his head pressing against the barriers then prodding through, his shaft following through my pussy like a train.

  I groaned as I rocked on his hard cock, pushing against the walls of my cunt, pressing against the very back of my tunnel. His dick filled me completely, stretched me, making me gush onto him. I felt my pussy contract around his cock, gripping him, holdi
ng onto him. I pushed myself away then plunged down again onto him, bounding on his cock as I rode him.

  His hands grabbed onto my tits as we bounced together, he pushing his cock deeper into my raw pussy as he played with my nipples, his balls kissing my ass as I plunged onto his meat. He felt so amazing, waves of orgasm flowed through my body as I held onto him, my knees weak with the pleasure of my cumming.

  I felt his dick twitching inside me as I held him inside me, his face contorting as his orgasm approached. Suddenly he let out a great roar, loud enough to wake the neighbors as he shuddered, sending his hot cum into my pussy. I climaxed as he did, screaming in pleasure as I came with my Daddy, gripping his shoulders as I held him close to me - shaking as we both came together.

  We made a deal after that night - I would provide him with one pair of special panties per week - while he wouldn’t go through my dirty laundry again. I don’t know if he’ll stick to it, but I didn’t even know if I cared. All that I wanted to know was that we could be together again - that I’d feel his cock in my pussy once more.

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