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Panty Parade

byandyp7414©

I am writing to tell you how I developed a fetish for sniffing panties. My name is Nicola and I am 41 years old, blonde with a nice shaped body for my age and I would say I was quite attractive. I am married to Simon and we are both in our second marriages. We have no children together but Simon has a daughter Suzanne from his first marriage. Simon has a good job, meaning we are financially stable, and at the moment I have no need to work.

About two years ago, whilst Simon was working away I discovered your website. That night alone I read several of the stories and was very turned on by some of the stories. Whenever Simon is working away, I spend hours surfing Literotica and get great pleasure from reading the stories.

About six months ago, Suzanne got in touch saying she had the chance of a job in a bank in the city about 10 miles from our house and would it be ok if she moved in with us? This was not a problem. Suzanne is 21 years old, blonde, slim and quite good looking. We have a good relationship and get on well. Simon and his first wife split up 11 years ago for the sake of Suzanne and she grew up well-balanced and very pleasant.

So Suzanne moved in with us and started her new job. Because I don't work I would clean the house as normal and do the laundry. As a lot of the time there was only the two of us in the house. The laundry basket has always been kept in the bathroom. After Suzanne had been staying for a few days I was emptying the laundry basket. There was the usual stuff -- jeans, tee-shirts and also a pair of tan tights rolled into a ball. I took the tights and unrolled them. Inside was a pair of white cotton knickers. I pulled the knickers out to remove them; I don't quite know what came over me next but I held the knickers up and opened them examining them. The gusset had light staining and looked a bit hard. My mind was spinning as I then put my nose to them and sniffed the gusset. It was glorious, with a musky smell of sweat and piss, and was very erotic. As I sniffed them a wetness grew between my legs, I darted my tongue out and licked the stained material again the taste was sublime and I was now getting very turned on. I looked through the rest of the washing and found a pair of black silky thong knickers in her jeans; again I took them out and sniffed and licked the gusset. I was now so turned on I stripped off and lay on the floor with her knickers over my face and I sniffed and chewed her gusset as I wanked myself off to the strongest and dirtiest orgasm I had ever had. When I had recovered I got dressed, and feeling somewhat guilty and self-conscious, went about my daily chores telling myself that I had lapsed for a moment, vowing that it wouldn't happen again.

How wrong we can sometimes be and how easily we play down the strength of our desires which was proved as, two hours later, while hanging her knickers on the line I got another twinge between my legs. Again I immediately told myself it was a momentary lapse. It wasn't until later that day that I eventually accepted the strength of my desires and the fact I would do anything to satisfy them. I was in the city that afternoon and arranged to meet Suzanne to do a bit of shopping and give her a lift home. We met and I felt the guilt again, but as we sat in a café talking I couldn't help looking at her legs. She had her bank uniform on, consisting of a white blouse and blue tartan skirt with a pair of barley black tights. My mind flashed back to the pair I had sniffed earlier and I found myself wondering what colour knickers she had on, looking forward to getting my hands on them at the earliest opportunity.

When we got home I prepared dinner and Suzanne went and had a shower as she does every night; she complains the bank can get quite hot in the afternoon and she is always uncomfortable at the end of her shift. She came through wearing a tee-shirt and jeans. Once she was sitting watching TV I went to the bathroom and locked the door. I opened the laundry cupboard and pulled out the basket; on the top was her white blouse. I lifted it out and below were her black tights; I unrolled them and inside were a pair of black silky knickers. I lifted the tights and put the gusset to my nose. I could smell her fanny. I then got the knickers and opened them. I touched the cotton gusset; it was still damp. I put them to my nose and inhaled in the fresh smell of her fanny and sweat. I licked it and tasted where her fanny had been some 15 minuets earlier. I could taste her juices and also her piss, as she must have used the toilet when she came in. I lay on the floor, hiked up my skirt and pulled my knickers down eager to wank my wet pussy. I put her knickers over my head so the gusset rested over my nose and mouth, then got her tights and put them over my head. I lay there encased in her knickers and tights, breathing in her scents, and worked my clit until I had another powerful orgasm. When I returned to the lounge we chatted as normal and I got a dirty thrill thinking of what I had just done.

That was a few months back and my fetish is continuing and developing, because I have time on my own in the house I have access to all Suzanne's wonderful knickers. I now even like to smell her tights where her feet have been; her feet are not too smelly but the tights retain a sexy, sweaty odour of her feet mixed with the leather of her shoes. When she works she normally wears full cotton or satin knickers; on her days off she wears jeans and a lot of the time thong knickers; these are probably the dirtiest, as you can imagine, and I now love to nibble the thong knowing it has sat within her bum cheeks, touching her most intimate place.

During her working days I normally have access to two pairs of her worn knickers. I have even taken to wearing her worn knickers the next day when she has gone to work. I will put on her thong knickers part my fanny lips so the thong sits between them, then put on her full cotton knickers over them and then her tights. It is really dirty knowing my pussy juices are mingling with the remains of Suzanne's. I will wear them all day and arrange to meet Suzanne for lunch; it is thrilling sitting with her knowing I am wearing the underwear she wore the previous day.

I have developed my fetish in that I now look for other opportunities to indulge my craving for Suzanne's soiled knickers. A few weeks ago, Suzanne went out for drinks to celebrate a member of the staffs birthday. It was only meant to be for a couple of hours but she called about eight to say they were going to get something to eat and she would be home later. She didn't return until about midnight and when she came into living room she was very drunk. We chatted about her night and she explained she had had a got time but the drinks were flowing freely, hence the state she was in. she stood ready to go to bed and wobbled and nearly fell over. I managed to stand and catch her.

"I think I'll need some help getting up the stairs she giggled."

I took her arm and walked her up the stairs and into her room. I laid her directly on her bed, then went and closed the curtains and put on the bedside light. By the time I returned to the bed she was sleeping.

I unclasped her skirt and unzipped it, then very slowly and with my heart pounding, I pulled her skirt down her hips and off her legs until she was lying there in just her blouse and tights and a pair of white thong knickers. I gently pushed her on to her back. I bent over until my nose was just above her knickers and breathed in hard. I could smell the fresh smell of her cunt and her piss. I took her left leg under her knee and pulled it so it bent, exposing the gusset of her thong. Below her thong I could see the shape of her pussy and the trace of her slit. I was very wet and turned on now, and driven by desire thought in for a penny in for a pound.

I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to reveal a white bra. I slowly rolled the blouse off her arms so it lay loose below her. I took the waste band of her tights and knickers and gently started to pull them down. As I reached her hips, her blonde pubic hair came into view. I continued to roll them down and removed them. As soon as they were off I put the knickers and tights to my face and sniffed and licked the warm gusset. I looked down at Suzanne as she lay there with her slit exposed. My own labia are quite large and hang down a bit, but Suzanne just had a slit below her hair. I was tempted to try and lick her slit but thought that would be too risky, but I gently bent over and kissed her pubic mound, tasting her sweat in her hairs.

By this time I was desperate to come so I knelt at the bottom of the bed and held her knickers in one hand. I sniffed and licked the gusset then got her thong were it had sat between her bum cheeks all day and sniffed it. I frigged myself as I chewed the thong, looking at her cunt as she lay a couple of feet away from me. I had the most powerful orgasm I ever experienced and had to fight with myself to stop screaming out. When I had recovered, I fetched a bathrobe and eased first one then the other of Suzanne's arms into it. She never stirred, completely oblivious to her dirty stepmother.

About three in the morning I got up to go to the bathroom and checked on Suzanne. She was lying on her side in just the bathrobe. I lifted her worn knickers, tights and shoes and returned to my room. I lay on my bed and licked the insides of her shoes before putting the knickers over my head and frigging myself again into her tights.

Early the next morning I got up, and returned the items to Suzanne's room. She came downstairs about ten, a bit worse for wear, and claimed she didn't remember anything after arriving home. So that's my story of how I become addicted to Suzanne's soiled knickers and tights. I know it strongly suggests that I have bi tendencies which, after initially being concerned over, I now accept. I know that if Suzanne were to catch me it would be very embarrassing and would probably lead to the break-up of my marriage, but I am very careful.

I do fantasise about her catching me, but that she accepts my fetish and then goes on to have me as her panty slave. I fantasise about her returning from work and having me strip off in front of her then kiss her nylons. Because she knows I love the smell of her soiled knickers she no longer showers every day and I am responsible for keeping her holes clean with my tongue. She fetches a soiled pair of knickers and tights and puts them over my head making me sniff them. She removes her skirt, puts her across her knee and spanks me. She would then get me to take the knickers and tights off my head and lie on my back and lower her nylon-covered arse and cunt over my face, making me inhale her womanly smells through her fresh knickers and tights. I would be happy to lick her gussets until she was turned on enough that she would slip her knickers and tights to her knees before returning her cunt and arse to my eager mouth and tongue, making me lick her holes until she came.

I also fantasise about men fucking her. I think of her having a gang-bang with eight black men, all with big, thick cocks and heavy balls. They would all fuck her, emptying their spunk deep into her belly at least twice each until she had drained their balls dry. When they were finished she would pull up her knickers and tights and return home to me with a fanny full of spunk. Once home, she would remove her skirt so I could see how damp her gusset was. I imagine her cunt to be very tight but because of the volume of spunk she is carrying there would be traces where some spunk had leaked from her fanny and run from her gusset down the legs of her tights. She would push my head to the trickles of spunk and make me lick them up through the nylon. She would then lie on her back and hold her legs up and open. I would kneel in front of her, put my nose to her sodden gusset and there would be a strong, dirty smell of man and sex coming from her fanny.

She would make me beg to roll her knickers off and I would slowly roll them off her bottom. The gusset would be soaked with spunk and I would lick it up. Once her knickers were removed she would hold her legs open, revealing her fanny dribbling with spunk. She would push my head forward and my tongue would spear her puffy cunt. The inside of her would be full of thick, warm strong --smelling spunk and she would make me lick it from her. I would lick up as much as I could and swallow the tasty spunk cocktail she has brought home for me, making her orgasm as I do.....

I can only live in hope that Suzanne will let me be her willing panty slave.

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