His Panty Obsession: The Men Who Exploit It and the Woman Who Loves It

By Nikki Ruffles

Reggie’s life fell apart when his wife Julie left him. Now a year later he has let his panty obsession take over his life. His days are spent selling cars at the dealership he has worked at since he was in high school. At night he sneaks into an adult bookstore and brings random strangers pleasure working in a glory hole. The new status quo is disrupted when a stranger comes into the dealership and offers Reggie a deal, serve as a sex toy at a party and he will make a huge sale. The idea excites Reggie and leads him down a dark path of pleasure and pain.
With a new purpose in life, Reggie once again sees things shift when he meets a sexy neighbor Maggie. A woman he could love, as long as she is alright with his panty obsessions as well as his desire to pleasure men and women.

***** Included Kinks *****
Heterosexual Sex
Homosexual Sex
Threesome
Group Sex
Bukkake
Crossdressing
Panty Fetish
Cum Eating
Mild Humiliation
Clothed Female / Nude Male
Poly-amorous

***** Content Warning *****

This book contains explicit sex and language. The story contains strong themes and is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RW Publishing
• Release date: Apr 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215156025

Book preview

Chapter 1

The one year anniversary of the divorce

The room was tiny, and I am not that big of a guy. I didn’t want to take my pants off, but I also didn’t want to get the floor's nastiness all over my jeans. It wasn’t easy, but I was eventually able to push my pants down around my ankles. The room was barely bigger than I was, which made it hard to drop to my knees. But, just like my pants, I was eventually able to get down and flip the switch to say I was ready. My knees stuck to the floor, making a pop whenever I would move them. The idea of other men’s sticky dried cum on my knees was turning me on and getting my dick even harder in my panties.

In the movies cocks always come through the hole immediately. I had to wait forever for a cock to finally push through. It was so hard, his purple head was glistening with precum. My hands were shaking when I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. It twitched as I gently licked it and kissed it around the head. The man on the other side of the wall let out a moan and I grabbed my cock. I wanted to pull it out but I waited. Stroking his cock, I sucked just the head into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue. He moaned again and then with a low growl said, Swallow it already, you fucking whore.

My cock twitched at the words and I sucked the shaft into my mouth. He moaned again as I pulled back while trying to suck hard enough for his cock not to leave my mouth. Moaning louder, he pushed his cock further through the hole. Swallowing as much of his cock as I could, I started pistoning back and forth on his cock. He moaned again and twitched before blasting his first load into my mouth. I pulled back, leaving just his head in my mouth, stroking his cock until my lips were straining to hold his seed inside me.

When he jerked his cock back I almost spilled my prize. Leaning back against the wall, I heard his door slam. I swirled his cum around in my mouth, trying to get back to that night, but it wasn’t working. I knew what I had to do, so I contorted my body and pulled the waistband of my panties down, freeing my cock. Once I was looking down at my hard cock, I let the stranger's cum drool down into my panties. I let the panties snap back, smashing the cum against my cock and stomach. I wrapped my hand around my shaft through the panties and stroked as fast as I could. The feel of his slimy cum mixing with the nylon panties was enough to bring me to the edge. Then I remembered him calling me a whore, and I exploded. My cum flooded out, mixing with the stranger’s, rubbing against the tip and sending spasm after spasm through my body.

Pulling my pants up, I started to feel shame replacing the ecstasy of my orgasm. I wanted to clean up, or even take the panties off, but I didn’t have enough space in the tiny room. The glory hole room was down the hall at the back of an adult bookstore on the far side of town. I kept my eyes down as I stepped into the main room. It was mostly empty, only a few men milling about, and none of them were trying to make eye contact either. I had planned on buying a new pair of panties, but standing here now with all that cum pressed against my body, I had to leave. Keeping my head down, I didn’t see the man until I bumped into him, and when I did look up, he was just smiling at me.

I started to step around him and he grabbed my crotch, squeezing my dick through my jeans. Holding me in place, he whispered, How did my cum taste?

Rushing out, I swore I heard the entire store laughing at me. My heart was thumping hard in my chest and I was terrified someone would follow me out to my car. No one did.

By the time I got home, my hands had stopped shaking and I had calmed down. I climbed the stairs to my fourth-floor apartment. Maggie, on the third floor, said, Hi, and threw me a smile while she played with her hair. Flashing a smile back, I kept moving, I was sure that if I lingered she would smell the cum drying in my panties. Closing the door, I took a long breath and locked the deadbolt.

After stripping down to my panties, I started a shower. I should have pulled them off, but I loved the feeling of the wet nylon against my body. Once the shower was warm, I peeled them off. I was about to toss them into the dirty clothes when I got sight of the still-wet cum. I knew I should have tossed them away but I just couldn’t, I pulled them to my nose and inhaled the musk scent deeply. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and I licked the wet spot and then sucked it into my mouth. I stuffed the rest of the panties into my mouth and climbed into the shower.

Chapter 2

McGuire Auto had been in business for sixty years. I had worked there for almost a decade, starting on my sixteenth birthday as a runner and working various jobs. I was now in sales. Kristy always complained that I never made enough money, but I did ok for myself. We weren’t the biggest lot in town, but the owner was a straight shooter, so we had a good reputation.

Every day started the same. Everybody would meet by the front doors for a daily huddle. Jack would smile and slap the top seller on the back and throw a word of encouragement to whoever had the weakest sales. I learned years ago you didn’t want to be given those pep talks too many times. I wasn’t listening to Jack. I was too distracted by Angelia. It was mid-June and she was wearing a semi-sheer white knee-length skirt. I could see the faint outline of her black panties and I was mesmerized. They were cheeky cut, cutting alone across her ass cheeks. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. I was so caught up in trying to figure out what she was wearing that I didn’t realize the meeting had ended and that Jack was standing next to me.

Reggie, he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, which is that finally snapped me out of my haze. Reggie, I called you out during the meeting and you didn’t say anything.

Sorry, Mr. McGuire, I have just been out of it, I answered, forcing myself to look at him and push the thought of panties from my mind.

It hasn’t gone unnoticed. You will have a good week, maybe two, and then suddenly you backslide, McGuire said as he pulled me along to his office. Now, this isn’t a punishment, but I may have to scale back your hours a bit.

When he said the word punishment, I imagined him bending me over his desk, me wearing nothing but panties, and spanking me. The whole scenario played out in my head as he stripped me naked and made me wear his wife’s panties while he spanked me with his belt. Calling me a sissy whore the whole time. I could feel my erection growing.

A snap of McGuire’s fingers brought me back to reality again. I know this last year has been hard on you. We all liked Julie but, hey, a lot of people get divorced. Go in the bathroom, wash your face, and get out there and sell some cars.

McGuire left me standing there outside of his office.

The glory hole had always worked. I would go to the glory hole and I could start to focus again. I did everything right, I sucked the cock, I dripped the cum into my panties, and then I came. That had always worked before. Washing my face, I kept imagining myself wearing Mrs. McGuire's panties while being spanked. I ducked into a stall and dropped my pants. I wasn’t wearing panties, which would make this harder, but I had to do something to get my mind off of sex. I masturbated until I came, shooting my load into the toilet and quickly cleaning up. My day went better, I even sold a car that would take up most of my afternoon. I was able to get through another week like that, masturbating at work to keep my mind focused.

On my ninth day after the glory hole, everything changed. That’s when I met him. Hellen called me to the front desk and pointed the man out to me. He says you have been helping him with a fleet deal.

Fleet deals were no joke and could make your year with one customer. The problem was I hadn’t been working on a fleet deal with anyone, they were way above my level. I was sure I would get there and he would say, Who is this loser?

As I approached the man Hellen pointed out to me, a tingle ran down my spine. He was massive, at least six-two, broad chest and a chiseled jaw. As I stepped up to him, he held out a hand for me to shake. When I took his hand he gripped mine firmly and give it a hard shake. Good to see you again, Reggie.

Yes, of course, I answered back as I looked around, waiting for the punchline.

Am I going to be able to give that F-250 a test drive today? he asked without releasing my hand. He wasn’t just squeezing my hand, he was rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand and it twisted my mind. It felt intimate in such a public place. I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed. When the man finally released my hand, I turned to go get a set of keys and he slapped me on the ass.

The slap stopped me in my tracks and I quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen it. No one was looking at me like I was crazy, so I hurried to the back. Normally I would have sent a runner to get the truck, but I had a raging hard-on in my pants and I needed a minute to calm down. There was a black F-250 we used for showing off, it was fully loaded and never failed to impress. Thankfully, no one had it out when I went back. I grabbed the keys and was in the truck without having to talk to anyone.

If no one was out walking the lot, you could stop on the side of the building and no one could see you from inside. I squeezed my cock through my pants, desperate to get it to soften, but I couldn’t. Every time I squeezed, I imagined it was him doing it, and I swear I actually got harder. Giving up, I drove around the front and picked up my customer.

Most test drives are only about twenty minutes, so when he hadn’t said anything after ten minutes I was getting nervous. Every time I started to say something, he just shot me a look. At the ten-minute mark, he pulled into a parking lot and looked at me. Tell me, Sissy, did the sweet little thing behind the counter tell you my name?

When he called me Sissy, I started to get confused. Did I really hear him say that? Did he call me Sissy? When he started snapping his fingers in my face, I snapped back to reality. That was when I started to think back to what Hellen had said to me. She hadn’t given me a name, so I shook my head.

Good, one less thing to correct. You will call me Sir, always Sir, and only Sir. Do you understand? he asked as he reached out and ran his hand up my thigh.

When I nodded my head, he frowned at me. Clearing my throat, I said, Yes, Sir.

Good, he said as he pulled his cock from his pants. He was hard and one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. Suck it.

Fumbling with the seat belt, desperate to release it, I answered, Yes, Sir.

This was a fantasy I had every time I took someone out for a test drive. I kissed the head of his cock and then started to swallow it. As his cock started to slide down my throat, he reached into my pants and grabbed the waistband of my underwear. Pulling hard, he gave me a brutal wedgie. His cock felt good in my mouth. As I bobbed back up I could taste precum slide across my tongue. I forced my hand between us and started to play with his balls. That was what sent him over the edge.

Don’t swallow yet, Sissy. Keep your mouth full of my cum, he said as he shot a second blast. Slowly, he pulled my head off his cock. Looking outside the truck, I watched as people moved about their business as if I hadn’t just given a stranger a blow job. I looked back to Sir and he smirked as he hopped out of the truck and came around to my side. I was terrified watching him, but he acted as if he was just out running errands. Opening my door, he motioned for me to get out. I still had a mouth full of cum, and wasn’t sure what he expected me to do. Slowly, I climbed out of the truck and instantly he spun me around, bending me over into the truck.

Grabbing the sides of my pants he leaned over me and said, Don’t spill a drop.

Before I could realize what he was doing, he yanked my pants down, letting them drop to my ankles. I tried to stand up but a forceful hand kept me bent over. There was a sound, the flick and the click of a pocket knife opening, then I felt the cold steel against my skin as Sir sliced my underwear away.

A good Sissy ALWAYS wears panties, Sir said as he pulled the scraps of my underwear from my body before shoving them under the seat. He spent the next few minutes massaging and groping my now bare backside in the parking lot. When he finally had his fill of my humiliation, he pulled me into the truck and sat me bare-assed on the seat.

The closer we got to the dealership, the more my hands began to shake, but I couldn’t say anything because I still had a mouthful of Sir’s cum. When the large sign in front of the dealership became visible, Sir reached over and squeezed my cock. You can pull your pants up now, Sissy, but don’t swallow.

My hands were shaking so bad I could barely undo my belt so that I could get my pants back up. I lost all track of where we were and what was going on around me. I was completely focused on my pants and not getting fired in the next ten minutes. As I fastened my belt, the truck came to a stop. Sir looked at me as he turned the keys and said, Do not swallow until I give you permission.

Mr. McGuire was waiting for us when we got out of the truck. He was furious. He had a smile on his face, but I had worked here long enough to know the truth. As soon as I was out of the truck, Mr. McGuire was