An Underwear Fixation

CW: Alcohol, inebriation, upskirting, objectification, face-sitting, oral sex, pee play, panty pooping, scat play. Doug and Skylar get disgusting again, you just can't stop those two! So please skip this story if any of the above isn't your thing.

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It's been a good evening so far. Megacorp is too large for one singular Christmas party so different teams arrange their own gatherings. This year the departments have aligned and I'm at the same party as Skylar.

I love that filthy bitch.

No, seriously, Skylar Storm is a total degenerate. You wouldn't know to look at her, no, that petite, smiling, dark-haired bundle of gorgeousness hides her depravity well around the workplace. But she and I have shared a few adventures over the past year which, how should I put this... have needed a lot of mopping up. Oh, stop with the teasing, Doug Harrington. Just say it like it is! Ok then -- here goes: Skylar gets off on getting filthy; the more covered in muck she gets the harder she comes. I've never met anyone like her, someone who loves playing in poop. Someone who shares my own proclivities. She's wonderful. I'm still hoping she'll change her mind about dating me, but for now, we remain friends with benefits. Very dirty benefits. It's our messy secret.

Skylar and I have exchanged some banter but the party's too busy for us to have much alone time. Shame, as she's looking absolutely stunning this evening in a short party dress and black tights. And more than just being lovely to look at we get on like a house on fire and always have a laugh together.

The drinks have been flowing since lunchtime and everyone's got to that point they should probably stop, even though it's only 8 PM. No one wants to though, not when Megacorp is picking up the bar tab. To this end, I half-stumble towards the bar to get a refill when my attention is caught by a commotion in the opposite corner of the bar. That's Skylar's team's table. I wonder what's going on. Maybe I can help, not that I'm at all sober and I'll probably just get in the way, but like people watching a car crash I can't help but nose in. Oddly I can feel my pulse quicken as I approach.

When I get to the table my heart stops. It's Skylar. Fuck! Oh no! What's happened?! I hear someone say she collapsed when she tried to get up from the table, now she's slumped in the seat in a very unnatural looking way. She doesn't look at all well. Sure, we're all pissed but she's too sensible to lose control of herself like this. It's dangerous for anyone but especially a single woman. No, something is very wrong.

"Doug, I can't move her, she's too heavy" Frankie, a friendly guy we both know, reports with a serious urgency. "Can you get her up with me? Think we need to get her home."

I'm growing worried we might even need a doctor. My heart is racing and I don't feel pissed anymore; adrenaline has well and truly kicked in. Around us the party continues, most of our colleagues have clocked Skylar is being looked after and have gone back to their own festivities. Suits me.

Is she even alive? Please for love of Christ...

"Skylar, Skylar, it's Doug. Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?" I check she's breathing and gently shake her shoulder.

Skylar's eyes half open for a moment.

"Mmmmm, Doughhhhhhh" she slurs.

Thank fuck for that, she's not dead. Maybe she is just pissed, or did someone spike her? You do hear about that. Fuck. An ambulance is going to laugh us out the door though, they don't pick up drunks. I need to get her home, safe.

"She's ok, sorta". I report to Frankie. "But yeah, she's done for tonight. Can you give me a hand to get her to a taxi?"

"Sure man, yeah." Frankie's a good guy.

Between the two of us we get one very groggy Skylar up from the table. She can't really stand, though she makes a vague attempt. I grab her coat and bag and, with our arms tightly around her shoulders, Frankie and I manage to get her out of the bar and onto the street. Few other people notice us despite the unusualness. It's a cold hard city sometimes.

"Ah, great, there's one!" I flag a passing cab down.

"Where are we sending her? Is she gonna be ok?"

"Thanks, Frankie, but I know where she lives. I'll take her back, make sure she's safe. Thanks for your help, mate, you've been great. Couldn't have done it without you."

Frankie looks a little relieved to discharge his pastoral duties after we unceremoniously dump Skylar into the back of the taxi. I sit next to her on the rear seat, trying to hold her at least sort of upright. Promising the driver I'll cover the extortionate soiling charge if she spills her guts, we set off through the darkened streets.

Skylar stirs. Half coming round she drapes herself across me, as best she can in the back of a vehicle. She drunkenly reaches up and hooks her arm around my neck. I guess she needs a bit more support, the taxi ride is rough. I'm just pleased she's moving. I hug her tightly, half to hold her, half out of relief she's not dead. She slowly nestles her head next to mine. I can hear her breathing close to my ear. I see the driver check us out in the rear-view then turn his attention away.

"Thanks for rescuing me, soldier." Skylar suddenly giggles into my ear.

Err, what?! You have got to be fucking kidding me. I look down at her. Skylar's beaming back at me, eyes wide with childish excitement, massive smile on her face. And, very much not passed out.

"The fuck? Wha... were... were you just fucking with me? You absolute four-funneled bitch! Why?!"

"Oh wo wo sorry Doug Doug" Skylar puts on a mock-apologetic pout as she uses her baby name for me. "But I had to get you alone, I couldn't get away from our table back there and you didn't seem to be making much progress coming my way either. But it worked! Clever Skylar. Yey! Now I get you ALL to myself. And we're already halfway back to mine, so you've got no choice. You are mine tonight, Doug Doug. You've got me all alone. Now, what are you gonna do to me?"

"What am I...?" I'm still a bit lost here and can't string a sentence together. A second ago I was worried she'd been spiked by some cunt in the bar, and now she's offering her body to me?

"Well, I couldn't just march over, grab you by your dick and lead you out of the bar, could I?" Skylar continues. "Everyone would have seen and, besides, I'm not gonna be part of the office gossip like that. But I knew you'd be there to save me, you're my soldier, so I just put on a little show, didn't I? Aren't I good? Where's my bleeding Oscar?" Skylar looks at me with big, innocent eyes.

"I give up. Yeah. You're bat shit crazy, Skylar. But I fucking love it, ha, that was genius. I gotta say. You had us all going. I'm, uh, pleased you're ok though. You properly had me there. I've never seen you lose control like that. I was really worried."

Skylar nestles into my neck and gives me a long kiss. I reach down and grab her thigh, pulling her closer in. I let my hand slide upwards, getting in a little grope. My hand discovers she's wearing stockings, not tights, as I make way up to her panties. I start stroking her butt just inside her underwear when she stops me.

"Not in the cab, Doug. I'm not that much of a slut."

Soon enough we're back at hers. The driver looks a little surprised when Skylar just breezes out of the cab as if nothing had happened, but I'm sure he's seen stranger things on the night streets.

Skylar takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to her apartment. I sneak a look at her curvy butt as she climbs ahead of me. Her delightfully short party dress grants me a perfect view of the top of her stockings and up to her panties. The teenager in me has never really moved on from the thrill of catching a glimpse up a girl's skirt.

"How's the upskirt, soldier?" Skylar knows full well what she's flashing. "Get a good look?"

"Fuck yeah, thanks! You know I love your panties. The way the lace gets tightly pulled into your butt, how it disappears between your legs, how your ass wobbles as you walk..."

"Heh, woah, ok.. you've thought about this slightly too much haven't you? You filthy perv. They're just a bit of cloth."

"Oh, it's not what they are, it's where they are. They get to ride around all day cuddling up to your cunt and exploring in between your ass cheeks. They're the luckiest bit of 'just cloth' in the fucking world."

All this analysis of why I love Skylar's panties has given me a massive boner already.

"Hmm, yeah, they get a free pass to my naughty bits but it's not like they get an easy ride. It's filthy down there, all sweaty and grubby and smelly and stuff. I don't really see what's so great about them. Maybe you need to see a shrink. Anyway, here we are! Panty flashing is over. And, err, sorry about all the mess."

She leads me into her apartment. She's not wrong about the mess. How anyone can live like this is beyond me, there's clothes and shoes and bags and all sorts of other detritus absolutely bloody everywhere. Washing up is piled in the sink. A drying rack holds a few items of clean laundry, obviously she's just taken stuff off to wear as needed. Christ alive, never let it be said women are the tidier of the sexes!

Skylar notices I'm looking around the place. "I said ignore the mess, it's embarrassing. I am tidy. I've just been..."

I cut her off, placing my finger on her lips. "Shhhh... it's fine, really, I just love finding out about this side of you."

She smiles innocently, her big sparkly eyes looking up deeply into mine.

"Right, you. Over here. We're going to cure your panty fascination."

Oh, are we? I'm not sure I want to be cured. It's not like I gawp at just any woman's panties, but have I really gone too far with Skylar? She grabs my boner and leads me to the couch. Throwing off a couple of coats and what looks like half a bag of grocery shopping, she pushes me down.

"Lie flat. Sneakers off."

I do as she says. She bends down in front of me to remove her boots, again shoving her butt - and panties - into my face. How is this a cure, exactly?

"This is how horrid my panties are. I've been wearing these all day, taken them to a party, they've been mopping up my drips, wiping my ass, been sat on all day... Take a very close look, they're not all you think they are."

Skylar climbs onto the couch, facing my feet, straddles me and promptly lowers her crotch onto my face. Not lightly, no, she straight out sits on me.

"See? I'm revolting."

She has half a point. She absolutely reeks down here. An intense funk of sweat, butt, and stale piss mixes with the pungency of vagina. It's strong and the miasma fills my nostrils. But I fucking love it. This isn't a punishment, no, it's a treat. Of course, Skylar knows what she's doing.

"Well, soldier? Are you cured yet? See how much I stink? Do you still love my panties?"

"Mmmmff" I reply, half trying to talk, half very much intentionally stroking Skylar's cunt with my mouth. I feel her twitch and settle further down onto me.

"I dunno Doug. There's obviously no helping you, is there. We have to accept that you're a disgusting perv." She pauses. "But, I suppose, I'm not exactly an angel here either."

Suddenly my dick is out of my pants. Skylar leans forward and takes me in her mouth. A couple of sloppy kisses on my tip first, then she goes the whole way. She's masterful at this, taking pretty much my whole length, right to the back of her throat. She expertly sucks and squeezes, strokes and fondles my dick.

Meanwhile, at my end, I'm holding her thighs tightly, pulling her cunt onto my face as I snog her through her panties, working my nose as far into the stink of her ass crack as I can. She wiggles with pleasure. I thrust my hips a little in time with her sucking.

My dick is getting ready to blow already, that's taken an embarrassingly short time, but this depraved exploration of each other's junk is super hot. Skylar reaches down and slides her panties to one side, inviting my tongue to explore her further. I wish I had a larger tongue as the angles don't let me get very deep at all, but it's apparently fantastic all the same as Skylar twitches and shudders as I penetrate her. I try a bit of a tongue flicking. She's getting wetter and wetter, I feel her juices oozing down around my face now. I'm going to jizz any second now, I wonder if we can cum together, she's got to be close too. I guide my tongue downwards and lick around for her clit. A sudden jolt from the girl on my face suggests I've found it. I focus all my attention on her, flicking up, down, side to side, fast and slow. Skylar's moaning loudly now, as loud as she can with a dick in her mouth, anyway. Neither of us stops concentrating on each other's pleasure, this is delicious.

I finish first, filling Skylar's mouth with cum. She doesn't flinch despite the gooey mess; she's concentrating on her cunt as I lick her to a frenzy. A deep convulsion within her foretells her own orgasm which explodes through her with a wave of delight.

"Ughhh, mmmmmmm yeassschh" Skylar manages to utter, her mouth still full.

She dismounts, adeptly performs a half-turn, and with an evil glint in her eyes comes forward to kiss me. As she opens her mouth for the snog I see a puddle of cum on her tongue, which she jams into my mouth as we embrace with teenage urgency. It's the wettest, slimiest kiss I've ever had. We both swallow. Interesting taste.

She flops down onto me and I give her a tight hug.

"You fucking perv, Doug."

"You filthy bitch, Skylar."

"Come to bed with me?"

We get up off the couch and Skylar takes me to her bedroom. The floor is predictably strewn with laundry.

"Oh, ugh, fucking fine. Look, behold all my dirty panties! Hehe, don't you start sniffing them while I slip into something more comfy."

I strip down to my shorts and climb into her bed, barging a couple of soft toys out of the way. I love how she still has soft toys. She's so cute! I'm treated to a little show as she strips naked, swaps her panties for a fresher pair and gets into a soft-looking set of button up pink pajamas she picks up off the floor. She leaps into bed and snuggles straight up to me.

"You really are icky, you know, Doug? My panties are totally rank after a day's wear, I know you love it filthy but a session of scat play is different to just a day of wearing clothes like usual. Right?"

"Shit.. Thanks for being honest. I hadn't really considered it that way. I guess I did get a bit carried away."

"No, I know, and I don't really mind. You're in my bed and I'm still here, so you're fine. But, you know, I just wanted to say that. "

"I'm pleased you did. Never hold back. Last thing I want is to ick you out."

"Yeah, lick me don't ick me.. ha. I'm going to be using that a lot with you, aren't I?"

Skylar grins and snuggles deeply into me. At this point she certainly feels like a girlfriend.

"You fucking perv, Doug. My fucking perv." She pauses. "Shit Piggie's fucking perv."

I tense with excitement. As if this evening hasn't already fulfilled enough of my depraved fantasies with Skylar, bringing her alter ego out to play means only one thing: Skylar is ready to get utterly filthy.

"So, soldier, what do you want Shit Piggie to do? Anything you like. Absolutely anything. I'm yours, Doug." She ends in a whisper.

For a brief moment Skylar drops her act and I catch a glimpse of pure, tender vulnerability in her voice as she accepts me completely. This singular moment is probably the hottest thing I have ever seen in a woman.

But back to the question at hand. What do I want tonight? Actually, I know already.

"I would like Shit Piggie to go in her panties. If that's not too icky?" I add, quickly, suddenly wondering if I've hit the limits of Skylar's depravity.

"Hehe, sure, soldier's wish is Shit Piggie's command. And, Shit Piggie doesn't mind how filthy she makes her panties." She responds with a relaxed chuckle.

Cool, so it's a time/place thing. Totally fair enough. In fact, that Skylar has a limit is somehow more sexy than if she didn't.

Skylar shuffles upwards a little and starts nuzzling into my neck, little pecks at first, lengthening to longer kisses. As she squirms to settle on top of me, I lose myself in the delightful feeling of her boobs squashing into my chest. Her big boobs are so great! She spreads her legs so we're interlocked, our thighs in each other's crotches. Things are steamy -- literally: she's still in her pajamas and I've still got my underwear on and we're writhing under the duvet. Our bodies start to sweat together and the moist breath of human intimacy permeates throughout the bed.

We're getting very hot and heavy now. I'm pawing at Skylar as she mixes nuzzles with full on, passionate kisses. Her body feels divine in my hands, groping her boobs, running my fingers through her long, silky hair, making out every curve of her butt crack inside her pajamas. The sweat and anticipation is growing by the second.

I feel the inside of my shorts starting to get soaked with my pre cum. Or.. do I? That's a lot of pre cum, come to think of it. From deep within the duvet, the moist fugue starts to take on the unmistakable piquancy of fresh piss. Completely undeterred, Skylar and I continue our heavy embrace as she lets herself go, liberally pissing herself, soaking her panties, her pajama bottoms and my shorts. A squelching sound is now evident as we writhe together, our clothes absolutely soaked, dripping wet with her pee.

She breaks off the kiss, sitting up on me, pulling the duvet back so I can see the mess. The colossal wetness is everywhere; even her top has taken a hit, presumably I've been massaging pissy hands into her boobs.

"Ugh, haha, fuck me Doug, I needed to go really bad, didn't I? Sorry." Skylar laughs.

"Yeah, err, you really pissed the bed badly there, Shit Piggie." I reply, fondly stroking the wet patch between her legs.

"Lucky I've got a waterproof sheet, isn't it?"

Skylar smiles. Then grins. I get the impression that's only the appetizer.

Skylar repositions herself on top of me. By now my dick is completely erect and Skylar unbuttons my fly, releasing it to the cold air. It's not cold for long. Skylar grinds her soaking wet crotch down onto me, squelching around in puddles of piss on the bed as she moves. Thank heavens for that waterproof sheet! I feel Skylar's wetness with my dick. It's so intensely naughty. It isn't right to get off on this filth. Yet here we both are.

"So, that's just gonna wash out" Skylar says, playfully, flicking her eyes to the wet mess between us. "But this won't..."

Skylar collapses onto me to make as much body contact as she can.

"Hold me, Doug."

I grab her more tightly. I trace a finger up her butt and she shivers in anticipation.

"Mmmmm ughhh..." She strains a bit, and I can feel her tense up as the pushes. A look of bliss soon crosses her face. My dick suddenly feels something moving inside her pajamas as she obediently follows my request to go in her panties. With a muffled squelching noise, she empties her bowels into her underwear. The dirty deed is done. Good girl.

Skylar doesn't utter a word as we lock eye contact, both of us breathing heavily. We're here again; we get to play in her poo. My heart is racing, this is like my ultimate desire.

She reaches behind my head and pulls our foreheads together. I tease her with my hands by walking my fingers first to her boobs, then round the back to her butt. I stroke gently. Where before I could slide a finger right into her crack, now I feel the unmistakable bulge of a fresh, squishy poo in there. I stroke harder, pushing her clothes into the muck. Skylar purrs loudly as I mush her panties into her shit, feeling it spreading out across her skin, between her legs, anywhere it can escape the tight confines of her underwear.