Fetish Phone Sex with Celeste; Panty Sniffing Losers

A panty sniffing loser snatched a pair of my post-workout panties. The fucking weirdo must have followed his nose to the wonderful aroma of pussy, like an old cartoon. Like, I understand it. Guys adore the scent of pussy, to the point where they are willing to risk suffocating for a nice pussy smothering that leaves them moist. I enjoy twisting all of my fetishes and experiences into kinky roleplay ideas from time to time, so having new fodder is great. But the unfortunate guy didn't realize the punishment and revenge that would come.

I had just done a strenuous workout at the gym, and it was time to wash away the perspiration and girlstink. So I headed to the showers and closed the curtains. I've always felt comfortable in this gym, so I pack all of my worn things in a little travel bag and place it on the hook outside my stall. I thought I heard the jingle-jangle of an employee's keys, but they generally proclaim themselves when a man walks into the showers to clean up. So I was perplexed when I finished my shower and exited to see that a panty sniffing loser had pulled the pink panties from the top of my dirty laundry bag.

I was infuriated! I'm accustomed to messing with you tiny panty-licking perverts all the time. But having a stranger take my panties?! I was seeing red, and my Latina temper was about to rip this man a new one. So I gathered my belongings quickly and peered around the showers. Nobody else had used the showers, so I went stall after stall, yanking the curtains open. Empty. It's empty. JACKPOT! The tiny freak assumed I couldn't hear the sound of him stroking his lubed-up cock. But I caught the panty sniffing loser red-handed in front of me, my panties partially crammed into his mouth.

I was furious. I struck him above the head and moved in on him as he panicked and cowered in the shower stall corner. Oh, you little losers appear so vulnerable when you're hunched over with your cock in your hands, underwear in your mouth, and a horrified expression on your face. If I hadn't been upset, I would have laughed! But I was looking for vengeance. "Really? You stole my dirty stinky panties, you fucking freak?" The panty sniffing loser was so horny and terrified that his only response was a succession of quick, twitching nods. And as I stood there, a thousand ideas ran through my mind. How should I discipline him? Endless edging? Denial? CBT?

Even better. I took the panties that were dangling half-out of his mouth and pushed them completely inside. He gagged and choked on a mouthful of small cotton cheeky panties drenched in perspiration and pussy fluid during a strenuous cycling gym workout. As he flailed around, I grabbed a fresh pair of panties from my gym bag and wrapped them around his dick. He tried to wriggle his way out of the shower stall, but I slammed him back into the corner. "No, no. Why are you running? Keep jerking off, you fucking pervert." In addition, I removed my phone from my workout bag and recorded the panty sniffing loser in action.

There he was, huddled in the corner. Wide-eyed, he had a pair of juicy panties in his mouth and a pair of fresh panties wrapped tightly around his cock like a cock-ring. And a lovely Latina stood in front of him, enraged, holding her phone up and telling him to keep jerking off. I knew his tiny pervert head was completely disorganized. Should he be horny or afraid? In this case, both. And I made him keep jerking off as I recorded him for my own wicked enjoyment. The finest part about it all? When he was almost cumming... I took both panties from his grasp, turned on the cold water shower, and let him suffer.

Perhaps I should've made him cum till his balls ached. With so many alternatives, which role do you wish to play? Call me!

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