“You know how to make me so juicy,” she whispered as he straddled her face, his balls hanging just above her moist lips.

Slowly he tea-bagged his scrotum into her open mouth as he rubbed his hot, turgid cock against her nose, slapping her gently.

She writhed on the bed, naked from the waist up. All she was wearing were queen-size pantyhose. There were a bit loose on her, but still snug enough that she could feel pressure on her engorged pussy lips. She slipped her hand between her legs. She could feel the crotch of her pantyhose as it turned from moist to soaked.

He pushed her lips open with the glistening head of his cock and slid his moistened rod into her mouth, almost touching the back of her throat. She groaned and made some sexy gurgling sounds, and as drool dripped down her chin, she took a moment to rub her nylon-covered clit hard and fast.

“Mmmm! Gotta — Gotta — change.” She tilted her head. “Hold on a minute,” she whispered. She leaned over and kissed the thick tip of his cock. Being subservient to big dick always got her hot, especially when she was in pantyhose or panties — especially when they could be sold afterward! Humiliation and reward; she couldn’t explain it, she just loved it.

She carefully peeled her pantyhose off and deftly folded up her soiled underwear so the moist crotch was centered and buried in the folds of the material. She opened a plastic bag she’d retrieved from the nightstand, stuffed the panties inside and then zipped it closed. She sat on the edge of the bed and put on a fresh pair of pantyhose made of genuine silk. She eased the gauzy fabric up her legs, standing and rubbing her thighs to get the garment smooth and tight against her crotch, and finally stretched the waistband into place. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “My pussy is going to soak these through in no time!”

“Oh yeah,” she said as she lay back on the bed, this time sitting up a bit with a pillow behind her head. “Fuck my mouth while I rub my pussy!”

The guy was a regular customer, so he knew the drill, and he began pumping her face, holding her by the ears. His turn-on was to dominate her by fucking her face and then repent in private while he sniffed her well-worn pantyhose. She began to do the work, nodding her head back and forth, hungrily licking the tip of his cock, slurping her way up and down the shaft, then stretching out her tongue so he could rub his cock over it like his dick was a shoe and her tongue was a doormat.

All the while, he could feel the bed moving, and knew that her hand was feverishly rubbing her pussy lips, the juices smearing on the tight barrier of her pantyhose crotch. Just as she felt her juices surge out between her thighs, she looked up and saw him yanking his crank, pointing his weapon at her face. Thick, hot come erupted from his cock, was propelled into the air and landed on her nose and lips. Another burst splattered against the side of her face and began to drip. Her hand fell away from her pussy just as he leaned away to lay beside her, happily exhausted.

“Okay,” she mumbled, “I think this pair is done.” Her pantyhose were soaked at the crotch, inside and out.

Just then the phone rang, the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth breaking the silence. She looked at the caller ID. It was the auction site she was using to sell her soiled pantyhose. A chill raced over her sweaty body and she felt her heart pound.

“Hello?” She waited. And waited.

Finally, a male voice came over the line and said, “Routine check.”

He said her name. “Yes? Yes?” she replied. He read off an account number. “Yes,” she said. “That’s mine.”

“Fine,” he said. “We just needed to make sure that the account and phone number matched. And everything you sell is your own property, yes?”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s all mine.” She faltered. “I mean, uh, well, yes — ” She remembered a few recent auctions being removed from the site, and she was worried about her account being suspended. Now her ads included a line that read: “Items will be cleaned before sending.”

She was still shaken when the call ended a moment later. What was that guy after? Was she going to be suspended? Was this a prank call from someone who had somehow faked the site’s phone number? As she worried, she put on a sexy pair of stretchy black fishnet pantyhose. She’d been so close to climaxing, and now — she needed to get as far away from reality as she could.

Her customer was resting on his back, and he was surprised when she crawled to him on all fours and gobbled his balls into her mouth. Her lips stretched apart and her eyes opened wide, and she reached her hand down to swirl around her hot pussy. She began slavishly sucking the half-hard cock, feeling the coarse, grainy fabric between her legs turn almost to liquid under her fingers.

She felt a lewd delight that only the feel of her own dewy juices and glistening fingers could give her.

She nodded her head in perfect time to her masturbation rhythm, and when she tasted the guy’s salty-sweet precome on her tongue, she felt her own shamefully hot fluids seep out around the three fingers that were now madly pumping between her pussy lips.

She bobbed her head up and down, harder, faster, and felt shame and pride in how her slutty cocksucking was able to coax even more loads out of her customer’s rod. Her mouth was soon full of white cream, and as she felt her orgasm approach, she waited — Waited — And then swallowed the scorching, salty liquid down her throat. She trembled as she pressed her hand hard against her vulva and made herself come another time.

When it was over, she rolled off the bed, pressed her thighs together for a moment, and carefully eased the fishnets off, noting the creamy froth in the black crotch. She folded the item and bagged it.

She pressed a pair of pastel pink panties against her pussy, as if holding a cold compress up to a bruise. She clenched her thighs together and left the garment in place for a while. Then she blotted her crotch with it.

“Here,” she said, handing over the newly soiled panties. The guy accepted the panties gratefully, pocketed them, and then fished in his wallet for a bunch of hundred dollar bills. He paid her and then left in silence.

To think some women work for $10 an hour, she thought to herself. She was earning 10 times that amount. She had plenty of repeat clients who paid her directly, bypassing the auction site. Some wanted socks, some panties, and a lot loved pantyhose that could be kissed, sniffed, or even worn by an ardent admirer. Maybe, she thought, I should quit running the auctions to avoid getting in trouble.

She sat at her computer and checked the progress of her current auctions. She was pleased to see a pair of well-worn pantyhose had been purchased at the full, outrageous “Buy Now” price of $99. She checked the winner’s name and address, and then she froze. She recognized the address. It was the same one as the headquarters for the auction site! If this was a ploy to scare her, it was working. She felt as if she’d been punched in the gut.

The phone rang. “I’d like to get my winning item in person,” the voice from earlier said. “I’ll be by tomorrow. Is that all right?”

“Uh — yeah,” she said, uncertain if it was really okay. She hung up.

She looked at the clock on the wall to check the time. It felt like the clock was no longer in the bedroom but in a cell on death row.

He didn’t turn up in the morning. He didn’t come at noon. Finally, with a tawny sunset filling the window, she heard a tap at the door. She opened it. “At last we meet,” he said.

It was the big man himself, the CEO of the auction company. She recognized him from his photograph on the site. She felt faint as he pushed his way into her home. But then he suddenly dropped to his knees.

“Am I worthy of winning your auction, Mistress?”

The rattling chills that had almost paralyzed her were replaced with fiery heat. She knew what was going on! The bigger they are —

“You’re lucky you won,” she hissed wickedly. “But I’m charging you an extra $50 for the privilege of getting my pantyhose in person.”

“Worth it,” he croaked. “It’s nothing compared to the hundreds I spent to fly in to see you. Mistress, I believe I have served you well. I personally have kept your auction account from being suspended. I’ve told my employees to never shut down one of your auctions unless I give the final word.”

“What the fuck do you want, a medal?” She was enjoying her role. A new sensation was coming over her. She liked wielding her power over a millionaire CEO. He was a slave to the mere scent of pussy, a man so guilty for pushing around dozens of employees in an office that he needed to be dominated at home. He believed he was a higher power, but he prayed at the altar of her soiled pantyhose.

“Put your cash in your mouth and crawl to me on all fours, you dog.”

He did as he was told. She yanked the money from between his teeth and handed him the clear plastic bag containing her used pantyhose. A moment later — after asking her permission — he began slobbering all over the crotch of the garment, making pathetic sniffling noises as he inhaled her scent.

“I love your smell,” he groaned.

He unzipped his pants and his hard cock sprung out, and he began to tug at himself. He silently jerked off, and when it was time, he inhaled deeply and let his jizz splatter into his cupped hand. It took several minutes before he could breathe normally again.

“Don’t get that shit on my carpet!” she yelled. “Wipe it in your hair!”

He did as he was told.

Her contempt for him doubled as she thought about the scare he’d given her earlier.

“You didn’t dare have me send my well-worn pantyhose to your office, or even a post office box, did you?” she said. “You don’t want anyone to know your secret. But I know the truth!”

He met her flashing eyes with his own. “Don’t get any ideas,” he said. “I didn’t get to where I am by letting people walk all over me. I’ll crush an extortionist like a bug.” His voice softened. “But — I could never ban women like you from the site.”

“You fly around the country to win auctions and sniff pantyhose while the sellers watch? This is where all my fees go? Kiss my ass!” she cried.

She pushed the CEO onto his back and squatted over his face. She sat down on his face, forcing his mouth to open with a gasp. She suddenly felt more aroused than she ever did giving other guys blowjobs.

She felt his hot breath wafting over her cunt as she started to strum two fingers against her pussy lips. Her slit was glistening and slippery in no time.

He was pinned under her, and his nose was pinched between her ass cheeks, the pressure exquisite. His face felt hot and he could hear his blood pounding in his ears. He tried to reach his cock, which was once again painfully hard, but she slapped him away.

“My pleasure first,” she demanded. She put one finger inside herself and then, with her free hand, hit her clit with fast jams and then furious rubs. She groaned and felt herself explode in orgasm. She stood up at last, grabbed a pair of panties from an overflowing drawer, and then slowly blotted the garment against her sex.

She pushed a bit of the panty crotch into her pussy, then tamped it further in. And then a little further. “Oh, this is so good!” she cried. She couldn’t stop herself from masturbating yet again, now inches away from the man’s face. He looked at her in awe.

She stood up on shaky legs after another powerful orgasm and looked down at the man, who had a glazed look of wonder in his eyes. He was jerking off furiously, and as she stood, mocking, contemptuous, she saw him spasm and twitch. He had to hurry to catch every spurt and drip with his free hand. Then he obediently rubbed it all in his hair, knowing that’s what she would have commanded he do.

She dabbed her pussy with the lace panties, then flung the soiled material at him. He lay on the floor, clutching the lace to his mouth.

Finally he was allowed to get dressed and leave, his souvenir panties now tucked safely in his pocket. “I hope I win another auction some time,” he said timidly.

His company was truly a marvel, he had to admit. A place where he could be a winner — and win the chance to be treated like a loser.