Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

"Hmmmmm, I'm not sure whether I find that erotic or not," he muttered, rising from the bed. "Come over here and lean back on the bed against a pillow. I want to see you against a more natural setting."

Something deep inside the girl's alcohol hazed mind told her this meant trouble, but she was too drunk and too frightened to dream of disobeying. She sat down uneasily on the edge of the bed, wishing she could have kept her own panties on instead of these you could see her pubic hair and everything through, even though hers were the wrong color and clashed horribly with the nightie. Crossing her legs modestly, she pulled the flimsy garment down as far as it would go and relaxed back against the pillow, trying to smile naturally.

Benson circled the bed like an animal about to spring on its prey, his fiery maniac's eyes almost bulging from his head as he surveyed the young voluptuous woman's sleekly tapered legs and the tempting twin swells of her ripely swelling bosom. Ann was feeling incredibly tired and drunk and she only wished she could crawl under the cool refreshing sheets arid doze off to sleep. In her champagne-wracked mind, all she could think of was Pauling's urgent order that Judson Ty Benson was to be kept happy at all costs. If she failed, her job went out the window and she and Frank were on the high road to financial ruin.

"Ah-ha!" he cried unexpectedly, startling her out of her own private thoughts. "As I feared! Your nipples, Miss Larkin, are plainly visible! You call that decent?"

It was true, of course, she told herself with irritation, glancing down at her nearly naked breasts to verify what this peculiar religious fanatic was shouting at her. Not only were the tips of her nipples visible, they were also stiff and swollen, as if something about this insane situation was arousing what Benson would call her "baser sexual instincts".

Moving with surprising agility, the lean and lanky businessman circled quickly and sat down lightly by her side, forcing her to move her long, tantalizingly-exposed legs over toward the center of the mattress.

"And look here!" he roared at her like an old-time preacher promising hellfire and damnation. One long finger was pointed between her thighs, only inches away from the dark mysteriously curling triangle of pussy hair which showed plainly beneath the powder blue panties thin filmy material.

"Even your… your… genital region is exposed!! Miss Larkin, these panties were designed by a moral degenerate! They were clearly intended to promote sin and promiscuity!"

As far as Ann was concerned, the whole business was getting rapidly out of hand. Benson was obviously mad as the proverbial mad hatter and Wonder-Wear could hardly expect her to stay here another minute. A glance at her companion showed that he was getting more and more excited, since his chest was heaving with excitement and his long angular Midwestern face was flushed and red.

The terrorized young girl began edging cautiously toward the other side of the bed.

"NO, you don't," he screamed insanely and despite her drunken state, it suddenly occurred to Ann that no one was likely to hear them in the penthouse suite. "You're not going anywhere just yet. This nightgown – those pussy-exposing panties – have aroused my lower instincts!" Ann gasped as his thin threatening hands reached out to claw at her sensitive vulnerable breasts. She tried desperately to push him away but his lean hungry body was too strong for her and in an instant he had crawled over her body, pushing the lust-provoking nightie high up over her waist and exposing to his lust-maddened blazing eyes a tormentingly tempting view of her almost nakedly defenseless loins and the soft sleek hair surrounding her delicate red-lipped vagina.

"Wonder-Wear is in league with the Devil!" he thundered crazily. "You have led an innocent righteous man into carnal sin and ye shall be punished for your lewd transgressions! We shall all be punished!"

"No, please, Mr. Benson," sobbed the fear-stricken girl, writhing and moaning piteously as his hard muscular hands roamed wildly over her twisting shaking body.

"First, let us rid ourselves of these lewd and wicked garments!" he proclaimed, seizing Wonder-Wear's best-selling nightie at the throat and ripping it savagely from her innocent white body. "If the eye offendeth thee, pluck it out, sayeth the Good Book!"

Rising up astride her, he looked down desirously at the ripe now almost naked young body completely at his mercy.

Ann froze in real terror, trying desperately to cover herself with her hands, the lust-maddened businessman ripping the clothing from his own gnarled tough body. After tearing the shirt from his chest, he wiggled clumsily out of his pants, his eyes never leaving her for a second. Ann had never seen anyone get undressed quite so quickly; in an instant he was naked, his lean tawny body towering over her like a skyscraper. His already long hard cock stood out from his flat muscular stomach like the heavy, thickened shaft of a spear.

Christ, it was long! Benson was uncircumcised and his penis was even greater in length than Birindelli's, although not quite so thick. Despite his age, the businessman's body was still hard and agile, the result of a half-century of clean living. Ann saw immediately that there was no hope whatsoever of overpowering him or escaping. She was trapped!

"Don't… don't do it to me!" she wailed as her fear increased.

"You must suffer for your sins," Benson roared insanely. "You have led a just man into evil and this shall be your punishment!"

Ann saw immediately that the strange angular businessman was quite out of his head and she remembered all the doctored glasses of orange juice he had consumed in the course of the evening. Why, he's twice as drunk as I am, she realized with a sudden shock. Only he doesn't know it!

But drunk or not, he was clearly going to rape her and there was nothing she could do about it now. Of course she could start screaming her head off and maybe someone would hear her and call the police, but where would that leave her? Her picture would be in all the morning papers and there would be plenty of bellhops to testify that she came willingly to Mr. Benson's room in the middle of the night carrying a suitcase full of clothing. The police would probably think she was a dishonest prostitute and her husband would call his lawyer for a divorce the moment he heard about it.

No, there was no way out! She was going to have to lie here and let herself be cruelly raped by this middle-aged madman!

But Benson was wasting no time in contemplation. Kneeling up between her lewdly outstretched legs, the crazed businessman passionately dropped his fanatical face to the soft twin peaks of her ripe young bosom, moving his slavering mouth rapidly from one tensed brown nipple to the other as if he could not make up his mind between the two. The wetness of his lips against her defenselessly yielding flesh sent a chill racing up and down her spine and a piteous groan escaped from her tortured tingling lips.

But Benson seemed incapable of holding still for more than a few seconds and as Ann tried in vain to wiggle away from his searing tongue, the religious fanatic found a new object for his attentions. Pinning her arms to the mattress with his tremendous lust-crazed strength, he forced her legs even farther apart with his knees and with a snarl thrust his face into her thin, panty covered pussy slit.

"No, please, not that," she cried uselessly, but Benson was beyond listening to her futile please. Pressing the flimsy, moisture-covered crotchband aside with his fingers and nuzzling his way through the soft brown pubic hair, he suddenly flicked his tongue up into the moistly quivering mound of her tender young cunt, hungrily licking the sensitive pink lips surrounding her tiny tension-filled clitoris.