Forced To Put On A Show When Caught With Coworker's Panties

On particularly horny days, I’ve often said to myself, ‘I need to cum,’ but this was the day the words ‘need to cum’ took a whole new meaning.

I was about a year into my first job out of college, and in my line of work, that first job means you’re usually living in a small, boring community somewhere in middle America while you ‘earn your stripes’ in the business. In my case, I was living in a town in rural Iowa and cutting my teeth by taking home a very small paycheck for my entry level time. It was cool though as all of my coworkers were in the same boat, so we all hung out, partied together, and partnered up as roommates to save costs. I was rooming in a decent sized 2 bedroom apartment with a coworker named Chris who I got along with great.

It was just a few months prior to this that a new girl started at our work: Kelsey. Kelsey was a cute, 5’7”ish girl with curly blonde hair, a body in good shape, and an infectious smile. It became very clear in her first few days, though, that she and Chris had a thing for one another, so the rest of us did our parts to see the two overcome their shyness and start dating. The two seemed happy together and Chris certainly wasn’t getting any competition from the rest of us for her because, while she was easy enough on the eyes and fun at the bars, Kelsey was also…let’s say a bit high strung; occasionally the term ‘a bit crazy’ was tossed around toward her overall personality. She certainly wasn’t my type - even if I didn’t mind following her up the stairs at work.

As the two of them dated, Kelsey would regularly stay the night at Chris any my place which came with its annoyances. Not only was she a bit messy but she had a bit of a dramatic flair in the bedroom. I didn’t have to guess when her and Chris were getting it on as her screams and moans would easily penetrate the walls in the apartment. I really doubt he was that good in bed, but with the audible theatrics she put on, he must of felt 12 inches long every time.

So one evening, I had just gotten home from work, Chris was working late, and Kelsey was who knows where; though I didn’t have any expectation that she’d be around as her and Chris hadn’t yet been in the ‘stay at the other person’s place when they’re not around’ phase of the relationship. I did find that Kelsey, being her messy self, had left her crap all around the apartment before she and Chris left that day. Annoyed, as I like I bit more order in my home than that, I had some dinner and then started going around, picking up her shit, and leaving it in more appropriate piles and such. I worked my way to the hallway by our bedrooms where I found several of her clothes that she’d left strewn in the common area, so I began picking those up as well to throw in on Chris’s bed for them.

As I picked up her lounging shorts though, something happened: a small black thong fell out of the shorts and onto my foot. Now you have to understand that in addition to having a love of masturbation, I’m also very turned on by panties/thongs/women in their underwear. This was the late 2000’s too where the thong riding up out of a girl’s pants was a regular sight and a constant source of fantasy for me. So even though I was not into Kelsey by any stretch of the word, one of her - I assumed - recently worn thongs was too much for me to pass up without a little bit more exploration.

I picked up the silky black thong by the lacy waistband and examined it. My suspicions that it was recently worn were confirmed as I could see a bit of dried, glossy discharge in the crotch of the garment. I quickly, almost instinctually raised the fabric up to my face and sniffed the spot. The musty, yet sweet smell of Kelsey’s leftover fluids danced in my nostrils and sent my dick rock hard in my jeans.

My mind was rushing with a plan to enjoy my coworker’s scent through a nice, long, uninterrupted jerk session, but in that rush I apparently didn’t hear the front door open and close.

“Uh, what the hell are you doing?” Kelsey said as she now stood in the hallway across from me, arms crossed, and staring at me with her underwear held up to my face.

I quickly lowered the thong and tried to find words but nothing came. I was a deer in the headlights, caught by my roommate’s girlfriend, red handed. My mind darted in 15 directions as I tried to think up a quick lie to explain the situation, but I had nothing; there was nothing that I could possibly say that would explain this scene.

“I…I…I’m so sorry,” I finally stuttered out. “The place was just a mess and I was trying to clean up and your…it fell out of the other laundry.”

“And so you just decided to be a creepy little perv and sniff my underwear?” Kelsey shot back without missing a beat; taking a few steps closer to me. “Ew, you are a perv! You’ve got a fucking hard-on too?!?!”

At that point I realized that I was, in fact, still rock hard and my erection was very visible tenting my jeans in front of me. I don’t think I could have been more caught if I had the thong wrapped around my cock and was visibly beating off into it. I had nowhere to run, no excuses, Kelsey had me backed into a corner here.

“Look, I clearly got a little caught up and there’s really no excuse for it - I’m so, so sorry,” I said holding the thong out to surrender it back to her. “I promise I’ll be more respectful in the future and will try to make it up to you…just please don’t tell Chris.”

Kelsey raised her eyebrows and nodded as she took in the situation. I felt like we stood there in silence for an eternity as she weighed her options. My mind was already going to finding a new place to live when she reached out and pushed the my hand and the thong back toward me; her face now cracking a little smile.

“Okay,” Kelsey said, “I might keep your disgusting little violation of privacy between us, but first you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do.”

I nodded, a bit relieved but also a bit more nervous then ever as she pushed me toward her and Chris’s bedroom, a few feet away. I walked in, still holding the thong in one hand, still erect in my pants, with Kelsey close behind me. I stood in the center of the room as I heard her close and lock the door to the room behind us. My hand holding the thong was shaking with nerves as I turned to face her, as she instructed me to do.

“So, you wanna perv around with my panties while I’m not here? Smelling them gets you hard you little sicko?” Kelsey said with a stern look. “Alright then. If it’s my scent and my panties that gets you hard, I guess that boner’s for me then, isn’t it? So, let’s see my boner then. Strip, now!”

“I…just like…” I stuttered in shock at her command.

“You wanna get away with your dirty bullshit or not?” Kelsey fired back. “I said, get all of your clothes off and show me my erection.”

I was shocked but wanted desperately to be out of this situation, so I did as she said. I began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt as I tried to undo them, but the thong in my right hand was adding to my struggle. Kelsey let out a sigh and reached over, snatching it from my hand.

“For fuck’s sake, open your mouth,” she commanded.

I complied and she quickly balled up the satin black fabric and stuffed it into my mouth with a satisfied smirk.

“There. That should move things along a little,” she said as she nodded for me to keep stripping.

I undid the rest of the buttons and pulled my dress shirt off of my arms. I wasn’t in great shape at this point but I did work out and was slowly improving my dad bod. Still, I couldn’t help but be a little self conscious as she commented on my hairy chest and instructed me to move faster. I unbuckled my jeans and pulled them over my boner so they could drop to the floor. I’d worn a pair of grey boxers that had a button on the fly that day, but that button was just barely holding as my cock pressed up against it underneath. I hesitated for a moment but then, eyeing Kelsey’s still stern look across the balled up panties in my mouth, I knew there was no turning back. I swiftly pulled my boxers down letting my 5.5 inch, uncircumcised white erection spring into her view.

Kelsey let out a little laugh from the, still infectious smile that was now taking over her face.

“Awww, a little smaller than I was hoping for, but it’ll do,” she said to me, mockingly.

I stood there completely exposed, her thong still in my mouth as Kelsey silently smiled and examined my cock with her eyes. I’d never felt so on display as she took her time taking it in, clearly able to tell I was squirming.

“So, now that my dirty underwear got you like that, what was your plan next? Were you gonna jerk off to the smell of my pussy?” Kelsey asked as she rapid fired questions she knew I couldn’t answer, due to the fabric in my mouth. “That’s what I’d do if I was perving on my coworker’s dirty clothes, and since that boner belongs to me: I guess that’s what we’re gonna do, isn’t it?”

I just nodded my head yes - equal parts horrified and turned on that my co-worker, and roommate’s girlfriend was essentially holding me ‘at gun point,’ naked and hard , and now ordering me to masturbate in front of her. Would this get back to Chris? Would it get back to my other coworkers? Unfortunately, I was pretty sure none of the answers to those questions even mattered. This was her way or the highway. I didn’t have a choice.

“Let’s go,” she said forcefully, grabbing my right arm and moving my hand toward my penis.

So, I did as I was ordered. I grabbed my erection in my right hand and began slowly jerking the skin up and down; exposing my swollen red cock head with each stroke. Kelsey kept smiling her evil smile as she watched me pleasure myself as she’d instructed me to.

“God, you are a little perv - just jerking off in front of anyone who tells you too,” she mocked me as I kept jerking. “I’m a little disappointed in you though, my dirty thong in your mouth should have you begging for release already. What’s the hold up?”

Kelsey reached up and pulled the black thong from my mouth. She unballed it in her hands and looked up at me as I continued masturbating.

“I see what the problem is,” she said smiling as she tossed the thong at my dick and let it fall down onto the floor. “I only wore that pair like overnight. That’s just not dirty enough for a skeezy little degenerate like you, is it? I know…”

Kelsey quickly lifted the front of her sweater, just enough for her suntanned belly button and the buckle of her belt to come into view. She undid her belt buckle and began unfastening her own jeans, pulling the tight denim down over her butt and to the floor - revealing a low-rise pink thong beneath. 

“Ya know, just before I came over here, I was over at the office and I fucked Chris in his car during his dinner break,” said Kelsey as she pulled the jeans off and dropped them on the floor. “I was planning on finally getting cleaned up before I had to handle your bullshit. So you can help.”

Kelsey took her right hand and pressed the pink underwear into her crotch, bitting her lip and letting out a little groan.

“Sorry, she’s still a little worn out and a little messy - with my cum and Chris’s,” she said as she hooked her fingers into her waistband and pulled the thong down. 

As Kelsey’s shaved, pink vagina came into view, I could see moisture glistening on it and strings of goo pull off of her and into the thong. I jerked my cock harder at the sight of her exposed slit, but could only appreciate it for a moment as she walked right up to me. She had the pink thong held open in her hands so that the crotch that had just been against her was in clear view. Inside, the pink fabric was a gooey mess - I had to assume partially from her own post-sex fluids and from Chris’s cum which she said she’d left in her afterward.

“Look what we have here,” she said, bringing the mess toward my face. “That’s really fucking dirty, isn’t it? Does the leftover’s from my pussy getting filled turn you on even more? Even with your friend’s cum in there too?”

“I…I…” I stammered as I kept jerking, not even sure how to respond.

If I’d been thinking clearly, I’m sure the thought of Chris’s cum in there would have revolted me, but at this point, my animal brain had essentially taken over and logic had gone out the window. Clarity wasn’t about to come through either, as Kelsey took a step closer to me. Now, I could feel her breasts pressed against the fabric of her sweater and into my naked chest. More captivating though, as I continued jerking my cock, I could feel her gently press her wet slit against my swollen dick head. The smile on her face became even more evil as she now held the messy crotch of the thong right in front of my mouth.

“You know what’s gonna happen,” she said a bit more seductively. “Open your mouth. It’s time for the real treat.”

Instinctively, and without giving my self a moment to think about it, I opened my mouth. Kelsey pressed the gooey, post sex crotch of the pink thong into my mouth and directly onto my tongue. My senses were overwhelmed as the taste of saltiness filled my mouth and the scent of their cum mixture wafted into my nostrils. I could feel Kelsey let her pussy rub over, and part ever so slightly on my cock head as she finished pushing the thong into my mouth and closed my jaw with the other hand. She stepped back and stood there, bottomless, staring at the situation she’d just created in front of her.

“Now, fuckin’ stroke it like you mean it,” she said. “Taste our cum and jerk my cock.”

My strokes had now turned hard and fast as I stood there, naked, and masturbating with Kelsey’s sex drenched panties in my mouth. She remained bottomless and began letting her right hand play with her pussy as she watched me relentlessly giving it to myself. I groaned through the fabric in my mouth as I felt the climax fast approaching.

“Is it time? Are you finally gonna fuckin’ cum like the dirty perv you are?” Kelsey said.

I nodded as she removed her hand from her crotch and rushed back over to me. She quickly pulled the wet, pink thong from my mouth and located the crotch of it again. While I had apparently lapped up a decent amount of the goo inside, there was still very clearly cum left inside. Kelsey took the messy fabric and held the crotch open in front of my dick.

“Right here,” she said. “I want every drop right in her with me and Chris’s.”

At that command, I lost control. I felt the tingle spread through my loins and toward the tip of my cock. I pressed the head into the pink fabric so that I wouldn’t miss, and I jerked hard as ropes of white semen erupted from the tip and into the messy thong.

“Fuck yeah! Cum you perv,” Kelsey cheered on as more and more of my cum filled into the crotch of her thong.

As the final few spurts came out, the pink thong was now a bigger mess than ever. Kelsey giggled with excitement as she pressed the fabric together, assuring none of my cum dripped out but instead just coated the entire crotch, and even some of the fabric that went into the butt of the wearer. I still shook a little as I stood there naked, gripping my worn out cock, and she looked as me and laughed.

“Well I am flattered that I have that effect on you,” Kelsey said mockingly. “I guess I can forgive you for being such a rude little pervert.”

I thought my shock was finally over, but then my coworker had one more surprise. Kelsey pulled the wet, cum covered thong back apart and proceeded to bend down, slip her left foot through it and then her right, and pull it up her legs. I watched the gooey fabric press into her hairless pussy and disappear into the crack of her shapely ass as she pulled the underwear completely on. She then used her right hand to rub the cummy pink fabric into her vagina for a moment before proceeding to put her jeans back on. I stood there naked, mouth agape, and paralyzed by everything that had happened before she said, ‘see ya later’ and opened the room door to walk out like nothing had happened; like she didn’t have my cum pressed into her genitals at that very moment.

Before she completely left, she turned back one more time.

“And by the way: don’t let me ever catch you sniffing my panties again,” Kelsey said seriously before cracking her signature smile again, “that is, unless it’s because I give them to you - in which case I’ll expect you to fill ‘em up for me again. As long as we can handle that, this never happened.”

She blew me a kiss and walked down the hall and out the front door - off to who knows where with my mess pressed into her body. After a few moments of standing in shock, I finally got dressed and, somehow went on with my evening just like it was any other, although I did have to masturbate one more time that night to the memory of all that had transpired.

And…that was that. As far as I know Chris never found out about what happened, nor did anyone else. Kelsey and I never even spoke of it again and simply went back to being coworkers as we always had been. Though there was one change: every now and then I’d walk into my bedroom and find a pair of Kelsey’s panties placed discreetly on my bed with a post-it that would read, ‘have fun perv,’ with instructions as to where to leave the underwear when I was done. Then, like clock work, she’d always cross my path later with a bit of that same pair of underwear visible poking out of her waistline.