Panties For Men

    I was 26 and still single and Leslie was married when all of this happened.  Leslie and I were never ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ in the usual sense of that word, we were ‘just friends’.  She and I both worked in the engineering department, her in the print room vault and me in the open area of the office.  She often bragged about the number of marriage break-ups that she caused by getting husbands to cheat on their wives.  Of course she had no respect for her marriage vows or anybody else’s either.

    Some people at work said she was an exhibitionist as well as a nymphomaniac or a “sex fiend” or a “crazy woman”.  A few people who didn’t understand nymphomania just said she was ‘slutty’. I never got into any of that judging or name-calling however.  Other than her sexual assault of me after she had hypnotized me, my only other involvement with her was when I became a ‘victim’ of her constant sexual taunting, which started after she assaulted me, and continued even after I was married.

    Her assault started when I and 2 or 3 other guys plus Leslie were taking afternoon coffee break while seated at a table in a motor home, which was in the parking lot awaiting a 4-wheel drive conversion.  She bragged that she could hypnotize me. Thinking that she was just kidding around, I laughed the whole thing off.  So she came over and sat on my lap facing me, with her legs wrapped around me and her face only an inch or two from mine.  She was rather upset, because she thought I was laughing at her, so she told me: “No man ever laughs at me and gets away with it.  I will teach you a lesson, a lesson that you will never forget”.  She was right about the ‘never forget’ part of her statement, as I remember every detail of our ‘little adventure’, even years later.  After she said that she would teach me a lesson, she removed my glasses and gazed deep into my eyes, as I continued to dare her to hypnotize me.  She began mumbling something unintelligible, at least to me anyway.  A strange feeling came over me. I had the sensation of bright lights shining in my eyes, like during an eye exam.  The ‘light’ actually shined past my eyes and deep into the very heart of my being.  I was being hypnotized at that moment.  As she continued ‘mumbling’, it became difficult for me to breathe, and I felt my will to resist her draining out of me and her will rushing in to fill the void.  She had total control over me, physically, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually, although I remained 100% conscious for our entire time together.  She told me to lay on my back on one of the beds in the motor home and then she climbed on top of me.  My whole body trembled as wild fantasies raced through my mind about what she might do to me.

    At first I thought she was only going to kiss me once, but as soon as our lips touched, she wrapped her whole body around me and began French kissing me and rubbing her breasts and her crotch against me until my joystick was throbbing and it was rock-hard.  Then she sat up and un-zipped my pants and pulled them down and said: “Now I’m going to lift my skirt and remove my panties and then pound on you ‘till you beg for mercy and cry like a baby!  If you do as I say, then this will only take a few minutes, since I’m already wet and starting to come right now.  But if you resist me then I’ll stay on top of you for as long as it takes for me to have as many orgasms as I want.  You’re caught in my web now, and you can’t escape.  Rape is coming, so just make it easy on yourself and surrender to me.”  She said I did surrender by saying “yes Leslie” when she said rape was coming, but I can’t recall saying anything like that.  She was a master at hypnosis and had me right where she wanted me, and we both knew it.  She was going to ‘have her way with me’ and there was nothing I could do to stop her.  I was as helpless as a new born baby!

    When she lowered herself onto me, my joystick slid easily into her, since she was so wet and her hole was well stretched due to her many sexual encounters with other men.  I reached around back and hung on to her booty cheeks for the wild ride.  She squeezed then relaxed then squeezed my joystick again.  She did that several times, while also bobbing up and down.  She alternated that with rocking back and forth, which covered my whole genital area with her woman juice.  When I put my hands on her booty cheeks and felt how soft and warm and smooth they were and felt them stiffen and then relax each time she pushed, my joystick exploded!  I shot multiple loads of cum, more than I'd ever done before.  We kept passing the same orgasm back and forth until it finally died.  We both laid there out of breath and in total exhaustion with her still on top of me.

    Because I had ‘run out of gas’ due to multiple orgasms, but she still wanted to ‘have another go-around’, that was when she sat on my face and wrapped her legs around my tongue.  I thrust my tongue inside her and started licking or sucking on her clit.  I also shot saliva and hot breath out of my curled-up tongue, causing her to have yet more orgasms.  With each ‘squirt’ of my saliva, she pounded my face and moaned with delight.  She flooded my mouth with her woman juice, which I eagerly swallowed.  She had a couple more orgasms from that before she also ‘ran out of gas’, but only temporarily.  I thought that was the end of her assault, but I was wrong.

    Then she turned around, spread her butt cheeks and sat on my face. She told me to lick her butt crack clean.  At least she had the decency to tell me to take a deep breath and hold it before she passed gas, which she did several times.  I stuck my tongue into her hole to try and stop her gas passing, but she did it anyway, causing my tongue to vibrate, causing me to cum again.  Once my tongue was all the way up, she started bobbing up and down again, causing her to have several more orgasms.  I fell in love with the sound of her moistened booty cheeks slapping my face.  She was a marathon sex machine, and I was only one of her many “victims”! 

    Before she got off of me, she asked me if I’d learned my lesson (not to laugh at her). I said that I had.  Then she said: “What else do you say before I will get off of you?”  I said: “Thank you Leslie for pounding my joystick as well as my tongue with your wild orgasms and letting me drink your woman juice.”  She then said: “And what else?”  So I said: “Thank you for letting me lick your butt crack and hole clean.”  She said: “That’s more like it.  Remember that if you ever laugh at me again, I will hypnotize you and teach you another lesson.  Even if you never laugh at me again, I might pound on you again just because it feels so good.”  Later on she said that me licking her butt crack and hole wasn’t part of her original plan, but rather she made me do it only because she thought that I hadn’t yet ‘learned my lesson’.

    All during her assault, the guys kept cheering her on. When she was done, both of our pubic areas as well as my face and hair were sopping wet with her ‘woman juice’.  Her inner thighs and the inside of her skirt were covered with my cum plus more of her juice.  It took me three days to get rid of her ‘fragrances’, since her juices probably soaked into my hair as well as the pores of my facial skin. The barber who cut my hair the next day said he couldn’t identify the ‘funny smell’ that seemed to be coming from my hair, in spite of the fact that I’d shampooed it before going to get my haircut.  The fact that afternoon coffee break lasted way longer than the traditional 15 minutes didn’t arouse any suspicion from my co-workers.  Everybody just assumed we’d gone ‘out back’ to inspect the motor home and then take it for a test drive before delivering it to the customer. 

    So was her ‘sexual assault’ on me welcome or unwelcome?  That is a tough question for me to answer.  Since I was hypnotized before that first kiss ever happened, my will to resist her was never there.  Since she was on top of me and I was flat on my back, I was totally helpless and we both knew it.  Up until that time I had never experienced a woman with such a strong will and sex drive, so I hope that you can see my difficulty in answering that question.

    All of my fellow workers teased me by calling me “Leslie’s juicy sex trophy”.  They also called me “Leslie’s little sex toy” or “Leslie’s little clit licker”, or “Leslie’s little butt-wipe”.  Of course every time they’d tease me I’d get a hard-on.  Following our ‘little adventure’, when I as much as even said ‘hello’ to another woman, Leslie would tap me on the shoulder or swat me on my buttocks or tweak my ear and say: “Remember, I can hypnotize you and teach you another lesson any time I want to.  Also, I can turn you into my permanent sex-toy whenever I want to.”    Even now, years later, I crave Leslie’s orgasms day and night.  Previous to my involvement with her, when guys would talk about being addicted to a certain woman, I thought they were grossly exaggerating.  Not anymore, now I know differently.

    News of Leslie’s and my ‘little adventure’ spread fast.   A day later, a few of the other women started teasing me, asking me when I and they could have a similar ‘adventure’.  Since Leslie knew I was soon to be married, she offered to come up to my apartment and  help me “get ready for my wedding night” by giving me “a little bachelor party”.  I didn’t take her up on her offer.  She told me that she was ready, willing and able to “take care of me” once I was married, if my new wife ever withheld sex from me, or even if she didn’t withhold it.   For a long time after I was married, Leslie would tease me by asking if I needed any “help” with my sex life.  Of course I teased her right back, although my teasing was of a non-sexual nature.  Since she was into witchcraft, I kept reminding her about our local hardware store having brooms on sale, and just in time for Halloween.  She got very upset whenever I said that, so I’d remind her that “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it”.  She registered zero reaction to those kinds of  'come-back' remarks from me. That entire exchange was typical of the bantering that often took place between us following our ‘little adventure’.