Dahlia Pt. 03

"Holy somethinorother..." Travis mumbled, "That was amazing."

"There is soooo much cum on me," Dahlia exclaimed. "You made quite a mess. You should probably clean that up."

"I can grab a towel."

"You don't want to waste all that cum do you? I was thinking you should use your tongue...that's what a good boy would do."

"Oh," he responded, surprised at the thought. However, she had just eaten out his asshole, so he had no grounds for protest. Instead, he positioned himself over her and began lapping off the white cream that coated her breasts, her stomach and her torso. She ran her hands through his hair as he sucked his own juices off of her.

"Good boy."

The next few nights had Dahlia tied up in her school work and her job. Paying the bills was somewhat important, and a little time away from Travis would be a good thing. She liked the idea of leaving him wanting. She also felt after a whole weekend of stretching his sexual experiences a bit, she should give him time to process.

Travis dove into his work Monday, trying to keep from constantly focusing on the thought of Dahlia. Despite his efforts, little visions would pop in his mind about their activities, causing his work slacks to tighten at inopportune moments throughout the day.

The game of, "should I text, should I give them space?" taunted the two lovers each in their own passing hours.

At the close of the day, Travis plopped his feet, one after the other up the stairs to his apartment. The hours had slipped by quickly.

After entering he kicked his shoes off, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and flopped back onto the couch. A beer to finish off a hard day's work sounded quite nice.

Pulling out his phone, he tapped in, "Hope you had a great day,beautiful."

"Aww, thanks, hotstuff. I was just thinking about you," was her reply back.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And what exactly about me were you thinking?"

"Wouldn't you like to know..."

Dahlia enjoyed teasing Travis. There was something savory in messing with his head and shifting a sense of the power dynamic in their relationship.

"You aren't wrong," he wrote back.

"Well, maybe I can show you sometime."

Her member began to fill with blood, as she imagined tying a little ribbon around his balls, and carefully pulling against them as she squeezed the head of his modest organ. She could almost hear his little moans.

A little later, a photo of Dahlia's erection dinged on his phone.

"You know, we do live across the hall," he responded.

"I do, but as much as I'm having a hard time focusing, I really need to keep working on school stuff."

A few beers later, Travis was starting to feel like he should call it a night. A nice little buzz had been achieved, and the bed called.

Shedding his shorts and shirt, and kicking off his slippers he got ready to slip into bed, but then something caught the corner of his eye. A sheer front pair of panties with little cherries dappled across them were laying on his floor near his closet.

Taking a picture, he texted dahlia, "I think you left a pair of your panties here."

"Oh, they must've fallen out of my bag. That's ok, you can always wear them if you want. Something to think of me by..."

"I think I'll pass. Can't say I've ever had the desire to wear panties."

"Awww, c'Mon. Too masculine to wear a pair of your girlfriend's panties? I bet your ass would look so fucking hot in those. And your cute little dick all packaged tight to fit perfectly. They've obviously had to contain more before." She typed back with a little winky emoji. Dahlia hoped her words weren't pushing him too hard, but she definitely wanted to see him in those panties.

Travis wrestled with his conflict. Did she really want to see him in panties? That, and was she making fun of his dick? She called it cute and little, on top of reminding him of her above average phallus. His dick chubbed a bit.

DING!

The sound of another text came in.

"Prettttttttyyyyy pleeeeeaaaassseee?" Was sent with a photo of her upper half, bra lowered and her cupping her beautiful tits. "I really would find it quite hot..."

Travis picked up the panties from the floor, and slid them up his legs. His once shriveled carrot was growing by the second, as he pulled the sheer fabric over his junk and adjusted the edge of leg holes around his ass. Then he adjusted little straps that rain along the hip of the waistline. Looking in the mirror, he kind of liked seeing the outline of his dick through the material, as it continued to fill his panties.

Feeling absurd, and yet somehow still kind of liking how they fit him, he turned around to check out his ass. "That's a nice looking ass," he thought to himself, then realizing that ass was his own, and felt stupid for a moment.

DING!

"Did you decide to put them on??!!!"

"Yes."

"Mmm. I want to see. Send me a pic."

Travis snapped a few shots from the front, and a few of his backside and sent them.

"Damn, baby. That's a fine ass! You should wear those more often."

"Not sure i'm going to make wearing panties my new thing."

"Oh? Why not? Looks like that perfect petite pecker in your panties disagrees. I see it straining and struggling to break free. All trapped and restrained. I'm not sure I ever want to see you in any other kind of undies. There are so many things I'd do if I were there..."

Travis felt odd and yet endeared as she referred to him perfect and...what the the actual fuck was he thinking?

Then again, it made sense at the moment.

"I'd definitely prefer it if you were here."

"Me too baby."

Travis cock was throbbing in the panties, and sensitive to the fabric rubbing against his head when he shifted.

Another text came in. This one just had a link to a porn site, and the text, "don't use all of that cum up over the next few days."

He clicked on it. The browser on his phone opened up to a video of a gorgeous brunette. She was wearing a back dress with a deep v-neck, allowing ample amounts of her large breasts to be seen. She was tall, and commanding in presence.

The staging looked to be an office setting. A good looking, fit blonde guy walking into the frame.

"You know why I brought you in here, don't you?"

The busty woman stepped out from behind her desk as she asked, and approached the young man, dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white button up and a black light blue tie.

"I haven't been notified Ms. Slone."

"Well, I wanted to discuss your recent job performance," she said as she pushed him with one long finger into the chair behind him.

"I-I-Ms.slone..."

She cut him off as he stammered, "it seems that I haven't been completely satisfied, and want to discuss you stepping into every opportunity to better fill the roll I've imagined for you." She slipped off her dress letting it fall to the floor as she spoke.

Her breasts were supported by a black lace bra and matching panties and garter. Long stockings. A prominent bulge in the crotch of her panties.

She grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her panty covered junk, rubbing him in it.

Her other hand began peeling the panties down enough for her big, dark skinned cock sprang free and slapped him square in the cheek. A little glistening moisture remained where he had been swatted. She pressed it to his lips, that gave way to it's onslaught.

"Ya know, I'd hate to have your position filled by anyone else. "

She began thrusting into his mouth, controlling the bobbing motions by continuing to grasp his hair.

The blonde guy gasped, sputtered and occasionally gagged on her impressive tool.

Travis found his hand tracing over his dick, feeling the fabric on his skin, occasionally tightening beneath his balls and along his ass.

Deposits of precum leaked through the panties he was wearing.

The scene cut to her riding him, sitting atop, and bucking her hips as her large cock flopped around. The scene ended on her erupting and spewing out cum.

He couldn't deny the scene had kept his crotch pulsing.

During the viewing he had missed another text.

"That was kinda hot," he replied to the first link.

He clicked on the next,

A small statured man, or boy..,he wasn't sure, stood in front of a muscular woman. She wasn't a body builder, but quite defined. Her breasts were ample, but not as large as the woman in the video.

A text from Dahlia rang in, "starting to like the feel of my panties? Bet they're getting all wet from the videos..."

Travis didn't necessarily want to admit he was enjoying them, or that he had gone from being okay with his girlfriend being trans because they had a genuine relationship, to being turned on by the category of porn he was now viewing.

The woman was fully clad, while still very sexy. She looked at the boy before her, glancing over his body, and step forward, running a single finger across his face, and down his body. Stepping back, she ordered him to strip.

The boy was coy, and his face blushed. She again made her demand. He took off his shirt. His upper torso was lean, a little definition, but mainly scrawny. He was pretty much hairless.

Unbuttoning his pants, he glanced back at her, then looked down as he unzipped and let the pants drop to the floor. He had the beginning of an erection, for sure, starting to create a bulge in his boxers.

"What gastly things. You shouldn't be wearing these," the woman said, yanking his boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles. His now stiff cock sprang upwards, released from it's confines. He was at best average, at worst a little below. It kind of looked like a misshapen hotdog.

The woman gave his pecker a flick, and the boy jumped and gasped a bit. Pulling out a pair of lace, frilly panties, she rubbed them over the head of his prick. The boy moaned in response.

"That feels good doesn't it?"

"Mmmhmm" was all the boy could get out.

She squatted in front of him, lifted each leg of the boy, gingerly placing his feet in the panties and pulled them up slowly and seductively, keeping her eyes glued to his. Gently, she tucked his erection into them.

"That's so much better. Let me get a good look at you," she said as she spun him around, eyed his little pert ass, and gave it a hard swat.

Precum was pooling over Travis's dickhead in the fabric of the panties.

The lady walked over to the edge of the bed and sat. Her arm raised and she beckoned with the crook of her fingers.

He approached her, and as the camera angle changed, she grabbed him by the back bent him over her knee until he was over her lap. The change in angle revealed no panties, but a quite large cock. It angled toward his ribs.

Her hands traced over his ass, cupping it, squeezing, then massaging it.

"What a nice little ass you have," the woman said as her hands worked his cheeks, spreading them apart and gingerly drawing her finger over the crevice. Drawing up the fabric as her hand dragged, causing it to press his little taint. The boy cooed at the sensation.

"You can't tell me those panties aren't wet," a text came in from dahlia.

Travis grazed his hand over his panties. They were soaked with his pre-ejaculate.

He texted back, "you're right, I can't."

"I'm going to have you wearing panties all the time before you know it."

Travis wasn't sure he wanted to agree to that, but he couldn't deny it was also turning him on.

"You've been such a bad little boy," the woman in the video said, giving a hard swat of her hand to the ass of the boy. "Trying to dress in men's clothing..." SWAT... "but you aren't a man..." SWAT. She reached between his legs and cupped his modest erection. "Men have cocks. You can't call this little pathetic finger a cock, can you?"

"But it..." the boy whimpered and protested, simply to be cut off by her hand grasping the base of his balls and pulling hard. His testicles swelling and circulation cut off by her tight grip through the little panties. With her other hand she gave a smack to his ballsack and again he whimpered...

"you were about to tell me how you aren't a man, how your just a panty wearing bitch, with a useless small cock." She demanded as she gave his balls another harsh tap.

"Ummmphh," he throbbed at her abuse of his nuts, "I'm...just a panty wearing bitch...."

"And whose panty wearing bitch are you?" She asked now gently stroking and teasing his erection against her thigh.

"I'm your panty wearing bitch," he murmured.

"Mmm, that's a good slut."

Her hands went back to caressing his ass.

Giving his ass a gentle and playful swat, and patting the bed, she directed, "Lay down."

Travis was lost in a redirection of blood. His brain was turning off from the shift of attention.

"I could wear panties for you once, if you really want me to."

After Travis hit send he wanted to take it back. Simultaneously, he kind of found this video hot and wanted to be absolutely used.

The screen played on, the woman gently caressing his body, tweaking the small guy's nipples, and slowly working her attention down to his wrapped up little bulge.

At first she ran her finger slowly around the outline of his head and shaft.

"Someone's quite leaky," she said, dragging her finger across the slippery liquid and then depositing it directly into his mouth and on his tongue. He sucked at it.

With two fingers she began stroking up and down his shaft, occasionally squeezing the head of his unit.

With her other hand she tap at his balls, making him jump and squirm in a mixture of very brief discomfort and pleasure. Each little slap elicited a little more pre-ejaculate from his slit, working through the fabric of the panties.

A text from Dahlia dinged. "Its official, and I'm holding you to it! Getting so hard just thinking about it." Her text was accompanied by a picture with her fat cock protruding from the band of her panties.

Travis might as well have been a faucet by this point, as the panties he wore were absolutely soaked.

The woman in the video was running her fingers in circles, behind the boys balls, dipping between his asscheeks and over his rosebud at times.

"It must've been so hard before you realized your place as my little panty bitch. All those times you wondered if a girl was faking her pleasure, just to keep you from feeling inadequate. All those hookups that never turned into anything else, because no matter how much they liked you, they knew you could never give them what they needed. All those disappointed looks as they gazed upon your sad excuse for manhood. Those lies they told you when they occasionally said you were big enough. How many times did you bottom out, your dick easily swallowed by a pussy, and you knew in your mind their pussy was waiting for the rest that would never come. How many times did you wonder why all the girls were so loose?"

The boy wiggled and moaned to her touches as she completely emasculated him. No matter how degrading her words, he found himself more and more enthralled, giving himself completely over to her whims.

"I bet so many nights afterwards you found yourself measuring, reassuring yourself that it wasn't that small. Flipping through pictures of dicks, trying to compare, trying to talk yourself up, only to be let down seeing all the normal size cocks and telling yourself that they must be pornstars. But you knew they weren't. You've seen plenty of pornstar cocks. Big, long, fat, veiny cocks. Not little pickles. Did all those hot rods plowing and stretching pussies make you sooo hard? Seeing the pleasure they could bring? Seeing what a girl acted like when she was being impaled with real cocks. "

Travis felt bad for the boy, perhaps a kinship.... He felt ashamed for his counterpart in the video, and yet it seems still was contributing to his raging hardon, however insignificant it was.

Every stroke with her hand made the boy's dick vanish. Every time Travis closed his eyes, he'd envision himself in the boy's position, with Dahlia teasing him the same way.

"Thinking of how hot you are in those panties. Are you enjoying the link I sent? Making you horny?" A text from Dahlia came in.

"Yes," Travis wrote back, a little apprehensive as it was just as much an admission. An admission that he was getting turned on by this dominant woman humiliating the boy and degrading his genitals.

"Good. Snap me a pick of that stiffy in those cute little panties. I want to see."

He did, and admired it for a moment before sending it to her.

"That's really fucking sexy baby. You must really be enjoying the video. You look like you're about to burst in those little panties."

"I'm so glad you shaved for me," the dark haired woman said to the boy, rubbing her hands up and down his legs.

She stopped long enough to unclasp her bra. Her large tits freed from their confines. He leaned up to suck at her perfect nipples.

She propped herself up on her knees and and shimmied her skirt, toss it off her feet. Her large cock stood out, swinging above his face. A string of precum dripped down on to his lips, before she flipped him over.

She propped him up on his knees, pulled the back of the panties to the side, and dove her tongue into his ass. The boy squealed and buck at her advances of the little folds of his ass.

"Yeah, you like that? You like me working your little boy hole?" She dove back in as soon as she said it.

"Oooooh, ooooh fuck that feels good," the squeaky little voice rose from him.

Another text came in, "If...or when you cream those panties send me a pic of it."

As Travis worked his dick under the snug embrace of the panties, the fabric kept riding along his little taint and pressing against it. The mixture of the video, his attire, and Dahlia's encouragement were enough to push him over the edge.

Travis cupped his trapped package, circled over it with his palm and crooked fingers, then ventured further south.

The red button. Somebody had pushed the red button.

Whatever torrents of cum let loose, they just slowly oozed out between the fibers of the underwear. A thick slime was all that seeped out.

He snapped a pic before he deflated, and sent it Dahlia.

"Mmm, what a naughty little boy."

The screaming of an alarm woke Travis from what had been a very sound sleep. Swinging his arm over to stop the onslaught of annoying sound.

Awareness kept over him as he realized he had fallen asleep in the panties after cumming. The crust of his orgasm still splayed across the crotch. The fabric started to lift with the flinch of his morning wood.

"God, I'm pathetic," he thought to himself as he got up and shed the panties.