I Bought Them For You by David73

   "I bought them for you.  Do you like them?" Kate grinned down at Mark,
dangling the flimsy black material from the tip of her index finger.

   Mark grinned back at her, his eyes moving from their exploration of her
naked body to follow the movement of the black panties.  He pictured her
wearing them, hugging tight against the curves of her ass.  Kate snorted
and tossed the panties at him, laughing as they landed directly on his
face.

   "Of course you do.  I knew you'd like them as soon as I saw them. 
That's why I bought them for you." She grinned again, grabbing her thin,
cotton robe from the closet and wrapping it round herself.  Mike moved the
panties off his face and watched appreciatively, moving over onto his side
as his morning erection came to full attention.  Kate's eyes moved
obviously down his body and she smirked at him, loosely tying the belt of
her robe around her waist.

   "Well I can see just how much you like my little gift." Her voice was
soft and teasing as she walked over to the bed, staring down at him.  "Now
why don't you put them on so I can see how they look on you?" Mark blinked
and gazed up at her in confusion.  What did she just say?  A peal of
laughter escaped Kate's lips as she watched him, obviously enjoying his
surprise.

   "Well...?" She asked, impatiently.  "Put them on." Mark looked over at
the panties in his hand then back up at Kate.  There was an edge to her
voice that he hadn't heard before in the two months he had known her.  He
looked back at the panties again, cute, low cut and skimpy with black lace
in the front to hint at what they would be covering.  Kate giggled and Mark
realized that he was staring at the panties; he quickly turned his
attention back to her.

   "You know you want to." Kate pouted, her voice dropped lower.  "I've
seen the way you look at my panties.  Slip into them.  Feel that lace rub
against your cock." Mark gulped, staring at her standing over him in her
thin robe, the curves of her body so easy to see.  He felt his cock get
harder with every breathy word she spoke.  He snapped his mouth shut with
an effort of will.

   "I don't want to wear girls' knickers," he said, trying to project some
authority into it.  It came out angry and flustered and he hurriedly threw
the panties down onto the bed.

   "Oh no?" Kate smirked at him as she leant over.  Mark's eyes moved to
the gap in her robe as it hung down revealing her breasts.  He stared at
her erect, pink nipples.  Damn, he loved to suck on those.

   With a swift jerk, Kate grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it right off
the bed exposing Mark and his erection.  "Your mouth says no, but your dick
is saying yes honey." She cooed and smirked again.

   "I don't want to wear women's clothes!" Mark's voice shot up at least an
octave in his distress.  He couldn't quite explain why Kate's teasing was
having such an effect on him, but somehow things just seemed to be spinning
completely out of control.  He tried again.  "I'm not some fag or sissy."
Kate just giggled, not even slightly fazed by his protests.

   "I didn't say you were a fag sweetie.  I just said that you get all
excited about girls' panties." Kate grinned again and reached over him to
pick up the black panties.  "Want to prove me wrong?" Mark squinted at her
suspiciously.

   He might have only known her two months but he knew she was a game
player.  She loved games.  They seemed to turn her on, but she always
wanted to win.  What game was she playing now?

   "How?" He rasped and hastily cleared his throat.  Kate grinned at his
obvious discomfort and Mark felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

   "Oh." She smiled, showing her teeth.  "Just a simple little bet sweetie.
All you have to do is wear these all morning." Kate's grin grew wider as
she dropped the black panties on Mark's crotch, "Without making a mess in
them." She reached down and gave his cock a gentle rub, "If you know what I
mean".  Despite himself, Mark moaned.  Kate giggled softly.

   With a grunt, Mark shook his head and sat up, brushing the panties
aside. "Yeah right!  And all morning you'll be rubbing and touching.  I
don't think so!" he scoffed.  She already had him painfully horny, but his
brain hadn't switched off yet.

   "No fun!" Kate pouted, and then grinned again.  "Okay, no touching.  No
rubbing, no caressing.  Besides...  I won't need to.  Wearing those panties
is going to drive you wild honey." She smirked.

   "Yeah.  Yeah." Mark was feeling more in control now.  He knew the game
Kate was playing, and he wasn't going to fall for it.  "So what do I get if
I win?"

   "What do you get?" Kate smiled and bit her bottom lip.  "You get me
honey.  Any way you want me." Mark felt his cock throb as she stared him
straight in the eyes.  Mark blinked, and she grinned.  "Any way." She
repeated with a teasing wink.

   Visions of Kate kneeling on her hands and knees in front of him flashed
through his mind.  Her back arched, ass raised up invitingly.  She loved to
tease him about that, point it out any time it happened in a porn DVD they
watched.  She had been working his curiosity up to a fever pitch for weeks
with her hints and questions.  But this was the first time she had clearly
signaled that he could have her ass.

   "And if I lose." He was barely listening to his own question.  His pulse
was racing.  Kate raised an eyebrow.

   "I buy you another pair of panties to make a sticky mess in of course."
She giggled and he fought the urge to reach down and rub his cock right
now.

   "Fine, if it'll shut you up," he said gruffly, trying not to show any of
the eagerness he felt.  He grabbed the panties and swinging his legs round
so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, began to pull them on.

   "That's it honey.  Show me what a man you are," Kate mocked softly,
watching him struggle to pull the tight panties over his bulging cock. 
"But remember, no cumming in your cute little panties." Mark glared at her
in frustration.  His cock felt almost painfully confined by the tight
material.  Kate just grinned back at him, not even the slightest
intimidated.

   Mark tried to ignore her, pulling the panties all the way up and
adjusting them to make them as comfortable as possible.  She was always
getting under his skin, always so cool and calm but with those mocking
eyes. He knew it was happening again, but damn it, how was he supposed to
resist?

   Kate watched him, her lips twitching with just the slightest hint of a
smile, as though she knew what he was thinking.  Her eyes lingered on his
body, making him even more self-conscious than his feminine underwear.  She
waited patiently until he stopped fidgeting and then smiled innocently.

   "Okay then, time for breakfast!"

   * * *

   Mark ground his teeth and glared across the table at Kate, who
cheerfully ignored him, continuing to spoon cornflakes into her delectable
mouth.  Any time she did glance over at him, she burst into a fit of
giggles, which just increased his irritation.

   "You never said anything about this when I agreed." He growled,
fidgeting uncomfortably.  Kate stared over at him with a look so innocent
on her face that he knew it had to be fake.  It only stoked his anger more.


   "Well honey, how can I see just how much you enjoy your panties if you
cover them up?" Kate giggled, unable to keep a straight face even as she
gave her reason.  A drop of milk ran down her chin before she reached up to
wipe it clean.  Mark clenched his teeth and shifted in his seat, trying to
ignore the images that conjured up and his body's reaction to them.

   "No teasing, my ass." He muttered under his breath.  Kate looked up at
him, her eyes twinkling.

   "Oh no babe, I said I wouldn't touch you while you wore your panties. 
No matter how cute your ass looks in black lace." She cooed, grinning at
him openly as she spoke.  She was winning and she knew it.  His cock had
been hard from the moment he'd slipped the panties on and she'd made sure
it stayed that way.

   And, he had to admit, the feel of the tight material pressing against
his cock just made him even more aware of every throb.  No, damn it, He
didn't have to admit that.  He growled again.

   Oh yes, she knew she was winning.  He was sitting at his breakfast table
in a pair of women's panties and nothing else while she blatantly teased
him with flashes of leg and cleavage.  While he just sat there and let his
dick twitch.  The bitch knew exactly what she was doing to him.  It was
only 9am; he had another three hours of torture ahead of him, and he was
just letting her do it to him.  Three longs hours.  He should end this now.
Just get up.

   Her soft giggle brought him back out of his reverie.  Kate was watching
him intently, a knowing look on her face.  He felt his cheeks heat up in
embarrassment at his transparency.  Kate's lips twitched in a smirk and she
stretched out her legs, resting one foot on the chair right between his
thighs.  Almost, but not quite, touching him.  Her robe slipped down to
reveal smooth pale thigh.  Mark gulped, staring.

   "I'm not touching you!" Kate sing-songed, lounging back in her chair and
watching him.  She raised her eyebrows in challenge, but Mark forced
himself to stare straight at her face, refusing to look down at that
inviting display of flesh.  She giggled.  The bitch was having a ball with
this.

   Kate held his gaze, her lip twitching in amusement as his cheeks grew
redder and redder.  Without thinking he glanced down, then hurriedly back
up again.  She had noticed of course and the smirk spread slowly across her
face.

   "Feeling okay honey?" She cooed.  "You're looking a little flushed."
Angry, Mark opened his mouth to put her in her place.  As if on cue, she
reached over and picked up the phone.  Mark frowned, mouth still open,
watching her curiously.

   "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice sounded dry and raspy to his
ears.  Kate didn't answer; instead, she hit speakerphone and started
punching buttons.  The phone rang and she glanced over at Mark.  He bit his
lip and watched nervously.  With the speakerphone on, he was reluctant to
speak when he didn't know who he was calling.

   "Yeah?" A sleepy slightly distorted voice broke the silence.  Mark
shivered, recognizing the voice.  What new tease had Kate dreamed up?

   "Amy!  I need to ask you something."

   Mark frowned, Kate's voice sounded anxious, but the grin hadn't left her
face.  She was definitely up to something.  She kept her eyes locked with
his the whole time, daring him to stop this.  But he couldn't, his cock
thrust against the panties, her foot was inches away from his crotch and he
wanted to know what game she was playing.

   "What's on your mind Kate?" Amy sounded disinterested.  She probably
wanted to go back to sleep, it was Sunday morning after all.

   "Do you think that...  maybe...  Mark likes...  panties?" Kate's voice
was spot on, hesitant and uncertain.  Mark glared at her, finally seeing
the trap as she sprang it.  There was a loud squawk from the phone speaker.


   "Girls panties?" Amy screamed and Mark felt himself blushing furiously
even though he knew Amy had no idea he could hear.  "What makes you think
he's a panty perv?" Amy sounded wide-awake now.

   "Oh...  I don't know...  just..." Amy grinned at Mark, daring him to try
and stop things.  Mark felt the palms of his hands bead with sweat.  If he
spoke then Amy would know he was there and that would make things even
worse.  He should get up and leave, end this before it got ugly.

   "I always thought he was a bit of a sissy boy, you know that Kate." Amy
continued.  Mark's cheeks glowed in embarrassment.  "What have you found?
Tell all girl."

   "Well...  it's the way he looks at them." Kate started, again she
sounded hesitant, uncertain.  She was playing her role perfectly.  How long
had she been planning this?

   "All men look at women's knickers." Amy snorted derisively.

   "Yeah, but it's like he's looking at the panties...  not the girl inside
them".  Kate's eyes were boring into Mark's as she spoke.  "He pays so much
attention to them.  Not to the ass, to the panties." Mark shifted
uncomfortably in his seat; he got the feeling she wasn't making that up. 
Did he really pay that much attention to them?

   "Uh-huh.  So have you seen him...?"

   "Well..." Kate paused and Mark felt his heart start to race.  She
wouldn't say anything surely.  Amy was one of her closest friends, but he
would have to face her on a regular basis.  "No...  but".  Mark relaxed
slightly.

   "But you've seen something." Amy picked up the hint that Kate had
dropped immediately and Mark fidgeted.  Unable to meet Kate's amused gaze
any longer he dropped his eyes down to her legs again, staring at her foot,
so close to his needy cock.  He could probably end this really quickly he
knew, of course then she'd have one, and he shivered at the thought of
that, his cock twitching.

   "He has a pair of panties." The words gushed from Kate's mouth; Mark
jerked his head up again, staring at her in shock.  What the fuck did she
think she was doing?  He'd have to see Amy, talk to her, and the whole time
she'd be thinking about him and women's panties.

   "I knew it!" Amy shrieked.  "He's a fucking sissy boy.  What sort of
panties does he have?" Mark squirmed in his seat and bit his lip, staring
at Kate.  She grinned back at him.

   "Oh they're cute, black, lacey things." Kate giggled and Amy joined in.

   "Oh, I'd love to see Marky in girly panties.  Too funny!" Amy's voice
dissolved into giggles.

   Kate smirked over at Mark again, deliberately glancing down at the bulge
in his black panties.  She wiggled her toes at him.  Mark closed his eyes,
cock throbbing wildly, urging him to do something to give it release.

   "I bet his tight ass would look cute in panties." Amy sniggered.  "You
have to get him to wear them for you.  See how much he bulges.  If he gets
a hard on wearing women's panties you'll know just exactly what a sissy fag
he is."

   Kate grinned over at Mark, daring him to say anything as Amy spoke. 
Mark shuddered, how would he ever be able to look Amy in the face knowing
what was going through her mind.  Kate wiggled her toes again and before he
could even think, Mark was moving forward, pressing his engorged cock
against her foot.

   "Oh I don't think he's a fag." Kate murmured, smiling in triumph.  "Just
a sissy panty boy." She held her foot still, forcing him to rub himself
against her.  Mark burned in humiliation, as he thrust his crotch against
her foot desperately.

   "You should get him some white satin knickers." Amy suggested.  "See
just how excited he gets wearing them."

   "See if he gets a wet spot you mean?" Kate giggled, eyeing Mark coolly
as he thrust his cock against her foot, biting his lip to stifle himself as
his cockhead rubbed against the lace of the panties.

   "Oh if he gets that excited I'm going to have to get him lots of panties
I think." Kate sniggered.  "There's going to be more than a little wet
spot." Both women burst into laughter at that.  Mark let out an unthinking
groan, thrusting harder against Kate's foot, gasping in pleasure.  Kate
shot him a triumphant grin.

   "What was that?" Amy asked.

   Mark stared at Kate in horror, still desperately humping her foot.  She
wouldn't would she.  His heart pounded.

   "Oh, that's just a sissy boy trying to cum in his panties." Kate purred
triumphantly.  Amy shrieked again.

   "You're kidding."

   "No, I'm doing some research.  If I'm going to keep him around, I need
to know what gets my pervy boyfriend going." Kate giggled.  Mark shivered
in relief, squirming and thrusting against her foot.  "Its amazing what you
can find on the internet.  I'll have to show you next time you come over."

   "Oh I want pictures girl friend." Amy laughed.  Mark groaned again. 
Kate stared at him for a moment.

   "Got to go Amy." She said, "Nature calls." Without waiting for a
response from her friend, she reached over and hung up the phone.

   "Guess you really like the panties I bought for you don't you?" Kate
teased.  "I'm going to have to get you another pair if you're going to get
them all sticky and wet."

   "Please." Mark gasped, cheeks bright red with shame.  He needed it so
badly.  If she'd only help a little.

   "Please what honey?" Kate was relentless.  "Please help you cum in your
sissy panties?" Mark trembled with embarrassment, caught up in his
desperate need for relief, unable to resist at all.

   "Yes" He whimpered.  Kate laughed triumphantly pressing her foot against
his cock, smirking as she rubbed him.

   "That's a good little panty boy.  I can't wait to see you in those white
satin panties like Amy suggested.  And maybe a nice red thong?"
   Mark just whimpered, shooting cum into the black lace of his panties.  
