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 Casey at the Bat By Pylades

   Chapter 2

   The next day I was a mess.  Waiting in anticipation for the moment that
Casey would walk in.  The day was moving along and still no sign, my mind
was frazzled.  About two o'clock a pretty young lady came into my office.
She was about 5'4" with long dirty blonde hair and a rack that barely
managed to stay held in the halter she was wearing.  She could be described
as slightly overweight due to her large breasts and a classic bubble butt
encased in white shorts.  God the spring really brings out the beauty... 
"Casey sent me to give you a present," she looked down at me and I suddenly
realized that this was the girl from the olive garden, the girl whose
panties I was forced(?) to put on the day before.  "And I have a message
for you after you do what I tell you," she pulled a pair of flowery panties
from her halter "I've been keeping these warm for you," she stretched them
across her tits and my hard on jumped in my pants.  "Casey says that you
should be wearing these when you go to her apartment after work," I was
mortified.  Here was a girl holding up a pair of panties with the full
knowledge that I would be wearing them later in the day.  I mean what could
I do?  I would have to play this game out in order to see that vision once
again.  "Is there someplace we can go?" The question brought me out of my
revelry.  "Excuse me?" "Is there a place we can go?  Casey was quite
explicit.  She wishes for you to put on the panties now." "But I'm at work.
Can't I put them on later on my way..."?  "Lookit, you put them on now or
the game is over.  Casey said that I should be present when you put your
little girly panties on and there's one other thing," she brushed her
nipple, which immediately became erect.  "I want my panties back," she
dangled the panties, "you get these and I get mine." I didn't know what to
do.  They actually thought I would wear the panties to work.  My mind went
back to last night in the toilet as I sniffed those panties and masturbated
while the wife snored away, how I lost control as the fragrance of pussy,
piss and asshole engulfed me, how I stuck out my tongue and licked the
juices off the crotch even cleaning the brown streak that was so pungent
the taste came back just now.  Her taste, not Casey's, her pussy, her
asshole, my cock was like steel in my pants.  "C'mon, I don't have all
day," I showed her into the stock room, my face crimson from the
embarrassment, but somehow I felt the humiliation to be quite thrilling. 
She shut and locked the door then turned dangling the panties in front of
me, a delicious smirk on her face.  "Hurry up panty boy and drop those
drawers before someone comes looking for you." Her nipples were hard in the
halter, her breathing deepened as with a sigh I resigned myself to unbuckle
my belt and slowly drop my trousers.  The girl leaned across and hissed in
my ear, "What the fuck are those?  Casey said you'd be wearing my panties.
What did you do with my panties you fuckin pervert?  God are you going to
be in trouble when she finds out.  Now get that fucking underwear off and
hand them over." I can't describe the humiliation I felt as I hooked the
waistband with my thumb and lowered my briefs.  "Nice." She got on her
knees and took my cock in her hand, then her tongue brushed across the
head, then her mouth engorged the entire shaft sending me weak in the
knees. After three slurps and me on the edge of orgasm, she abruptly pulled
away.  "Get these on so I can get out of here," she thrust the panties in
my hand, "and no sniffing them." As I shucked my shoes and ripped off first
the trousers then the underwear, she continued, "You sluts are all alike,
sniffing her panties, licking her stains like they were gold, praying to
get in her pants, that's a laugh." I shimmied the panties up my legs barely
getting them over my hips; they were constricting my hard on something
terrible.  "You look so cute," she took the underwear as I put on my
trousers, "Jeez, they're all wet from your disgusting cum.  I should make
you clean them first, but I don't have time.  Be at Casey's at 4:00 sharp,
not a minute late if you know what's good for you." She left me in the
stock room, my head bowed, eyes downcast, a broken man.