DITW 13-15: A Rash Hand In Evil Hour

With Devlin’s huge dick out now, the mood had changed. Devlin was primed and put into proper position. So she rose from the couch and he stayed seated, eyes tracking her. This was his realm; this was where he had always felt most comfortable and in charge. Devlin’s mastery of sexual pleasure and dominance stood in for his missing capabilities, tried to hide his other shortcomings. She lifted a knee, reached under her skirt to take hold of her panties, then began the seductive removal of her underwear, drawing them down her shaved legs while Devlin’s eyes burned on the action. She stepped out of the panties, stooped and retrieved them, holding them up so Devlin could see them.

Devlin said, “I recognize those.”

“You played a trick on me with these,” she said, winding them into a tight ball between two circling index fingers. 

“I played a trick on Josh. Let’s be real.”

“Josh and I are one and the same and I told you that. I told you how we would handle it. That wasn’t good enough for you.”

“It’s a matter of timing, Kimmy,” he said, in a strangely confident tone, considering how he’d failed.

She snuffled a small laugh and approached him, Devlin with his fat dick hanging out of his fly and getting longer and fatter, Devlin parting his legs wider so she could admire his best feature. “Your timing was off,” she said.

Devlin raised his face to hers, eyes sparkling in the midday sun streaming through the apartment’s window. He put both arms up on the couch’s back in a pose of ultimate sexual mettle. She stooped and lifted his big gummy member, cradled her panties to support its heft before looping one end through a leg hole and cinching her panties mid-shaft, his penis squirming and rolling against his inner thigh. Devlin smiled, eyes turned down to watch her hands work with his manhood.

He looked up again. “How can my timing be off if you’re here and I’m here and you tied your panties around my dick? Or should I say Josh’s panties?”

“They’re yours now, Devlin,” she said, walking away.

Devlin tracked her, a slight measure of concern tightening his features, thinking she would leave him now, walk out the apartment door and never return. He said, “What do you mean?”

She slowed and smiled. “They’re yours,” she said. “I want you to put them on.” She walked behind the couch, headed to the hall leading away from the foyer. Behind her, Devlin laughed. 

“Yeah, right. Like that’s going to happen,” he said.

She ignored him and strutted down the hall toward the bedroom, heels clicking on hardwood.

Devlin followed, and by the time she turned at the bedroom, he was in the hall, walking while holding his dick, her panties still tied around the middle. She sat on the bed and waited for him. He arrived, walking in, his dick swinging with the panties still cinched. He paused and regarded her, then began undoing his cuff links. He said, “How is Josh today?”

“He’s good,” she said. “He’s at work. I’m at work.”

“Like nothing happened,” Devlin said, slipping his cuff links into a pants pocket before unbuttoning his shirt.

“Something happened, Devlin,” she said, “and you made my life much harder than I’ve ever wanted it.”

He put his hands on his hips, shirt hanging open, hairy muscle showing, his half hardened dick bowing outward, the tight cinch of her panties loosening its grip on his cock as the girth increased. “You’re here, Kimmy. You’re here in my apartment. You came to work. We’re still in this. Tell me we’re not and I’ll end it. I’ll find someone else.”

She snuffled again, scoffing at him. “You know you’d never find anyone to replace me. Not in a hundred years. You brought me to Stone to fuck with me and Josh, and I think you didn’t even comprehend what I could mean for you. You stumbled onto me by chance, out of sheer malevolence and boredom, looking to spice up your kinky sex life. Now you’ve got it all. Or at least you almost do.” She smiled, met his gaze, showed him what real confidence looked like.

His eyes showed uncertainty, then his features transformed into a mask of unperturbed charm. He said, “So what is it you want?”

She inhaled, looked up at the bedroom ceiling, thinking, or at least making an act of thinking. “A car.”

“A car? A company car? Yeah, no biggie. Sure.”

“I wear such fine clothes, you know, and then I get out of that Leaf.”

“Too sensible, yeah, I get it. We’ll get a lease.” He undid his belt.

She smiled wider. “And I want to see you in those panties.” Her eyes dropped to his big cock.

Devlin’s hands abandoned his belt buckle and fell to his sides. “I’m not putting on the fucking panties, Kimmy.”

She said, “What if I told you that you will put on those panties?”

He chuckled, then crossed his arms, muscles bulging through the shirt fabric. “Why don’t you strip down and we’ll get in bed, see if you can get them on me.”

She sighed, still smiling, stood up to him, face to face, then walked around behind him, saying, “Come over here with me,” and led him to a dresser against the far wall. Devlin followed and joined her in front of the huge mirror attached to the dresser’s frame. She looked at their reflection, then Devlin met her gaze in the mirror as well. 

“We look good together,” she said. “It would be a shame if something broke us apart.”

Devlin said, “You’d miss out on a lot.”

She said, “I’d still have Josh, I’d still be a lawyer, and I’d still be smart and beautiful.”

“I was the one who told you that you were. I was the one who saw it.”

She looked down now, took his cock in hand and unhooked the panties and tossed them onto the dresser’s table. “Look in the mirror,” she said. “Face it for me.”

Devlin exhaled, shook his head, but faced the mirror. She slipped behind him, reached around and finished unbuckling his belt. She dropped his pants to his thighs. “Step out of those pants.”

Devlin pried off the loafers he wore in the house and stepped out of his pants, his bloated member bouncing off the insides of his thighs. He stood proud then, his body eclipsing hers in the reflection.

She said, “Do you see the woman behind the man?”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling to one side, eyes narrowing, seeing himself as the boss, the big man with the big dick and all the money and the woman who could make it happen, enamored of him and his power and his mighty sexuality.

“We’re a team,” she said.

He nodded, his macho pride dissolving into a more solemn look for a moment. He’d wanted to be the boss so bad he’d forgot his teammate. Devlin needed to know they were still a team.

He said to her reflection, “I’m not wearing your panties.”

She chuckled, kissed the back of his arm, then took his shirt collar and guided the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Now he was naked while she was clothed and standing in her heels. She circled her arms around his hips and hefted his penis and testicles in her hands, coddling, pleasuring, watching Devlin’s eyes soften. His cock hardened further. She said, “What if I want to see how this thing looks in my satin?”

“It won’t fit,” he said. “Not like Josh’s.”

“He wore them to see you?”

Devlin smiled with meanness, watching her hand stroke him harder. His cock was still dry, no precum yet, the sound of her skin on his skin harsh in the room’s quiet. She held his cock upright, flattening it to his hard stomach, both of them admiring his size.

Devlin said, “Amy told him to. It wasn’t me.”

“But you liked that he wore them.”

Devlin sighed, raising his eyebrows. “It’s amazing what he’d do to get hard.”

“You’re the same,” she said.

Devlin smirked, and she squeezed his hard cock right under his swollen glans, watching as a crystal bead formed in his urethral cup. She used it to polish his huge cock head and felt his knees sag, his weight shifting for a moment as she sent him into bliss. She kissed the muscles of his back and arm for a while as she pleasured him, watching his hardness go shiny. He felt incredible in her hands, his erect penis one of the most exciting things she’d ever seen, and when she was sure he was ready, she reached with her other hand and plucked up her panties between two fingers. While one hand stroked, the other caressed his hanging balls and the thick base of his cock with the soft satin of Josh’s favorite underwear.

She asked Devlin now, “What did he look like in them?”

Devlin grunted, his cock flexing in her slippery grip, more lubricious pleasure streaming out of him. She stroked it over his head and felt him shudder.

“Weak,” he said, his own voice a little thin at first, but then strengthening. “Pathetic. His little dick fit in your panties.”

“Was he hard?”

“His little thing was rock hard. He loves wearing them.”

She fought back a surge of bile, knowing this humiliation of the man she loved came from a poisonous snake a continent away, laughing at Josh, twisting him, thinking it brought her closer to Devlin. And maybe it did. The two of them were both malevolent creatures.

She gathered the material in her grip and used the satin to stroke his thick base, pulsing out more streams of his sexual lubricant, streams running over her shining knuckles as Devlin grew more and more aroused. “What would Josh think,” she said, “seeing your huge dick in his favorite panties?”

Devlin’s breaths were deep and long and lusty and this time he didn’t deny her request right away, only chuckling like the matter was ridiculous—he would never wear the panties for her no matter what she said. But he would wear them. His eyes tracked her stroking hand’s movements as he pictured what Josh would see: his long thick cock stretching her panties out, his shaft protruding above the waistband. It was a sexy sight she knew Devlin conjured right now, and she wanted to see it happen, too.

He sniggered now, eyes narrow, getting into the idea, the matter of him wearing a woman’s panties no longer off the table. Voice low and masculine, he said, “What are you going to do for me?”

She said, “Give you your wildest, craziest fantasy. Something forbidden.”

He said, “What do you think that is?”

She rested her panties on top of his hard dick, holding it upright with her other hand, taking Devlin’s wrist and raising his hand to her tummy. She put her hand over his, her long fingers going between his, guiding the hand under her waistband and parting the halves of her tucked in dress shirt, finding the bare hot skin below her navel.

She watched his face transform from curiosity to bewilderment, then awe. His eyes met hers in their reflections, full of disbelief and questioning. Her hand stroked his iron cock, swollen to its largest size, his coronal ridge rippling under her fingers. She whispered, “I’m having your baby.”