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A Pair of Panties	By : darkelf1x2 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Anime2/Gundam Views: 847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime/manga that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A Pair of Panties
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Title: A Pair of Panties

Author��s Note: I got the idea from a GW fic
about a tub of lube owned Heero and Heero Nanyoku Show 1. This is the first fan
fic that I have ever completed (I have written several�� it��s just that I
haven��t finished them). You will notice that I suck, I am aware of that.

Disclaimer: If it��s mine, its mine. If it��s
yours, it��s yours.

I was but a pair
of white cotton panties, wrapped in simple packaging with my brothers and
sisters surrounding me. One by one I watched as they were taken away to be worn
by their new masters, it went on until I was all alone. I feared that I was to
be forever lonely, that was until strong hands picked me up.

O, what a joyous day that day. I had a
master at last, HOORAY! My heart burst for joy as my master slid me up his firm
muscular legs. I rejoiced in the fact that I was a perfect fit for him. It was
then I saw him for the first time, as he looked at himself in the mirror to see
if he liked the way I looked on him.

He was very pretty
for a boy, with his slender, well-defined muscular build and feminine features.
His long dark brown hair seemed to reflect his wild and independent nature. His
eyes were a deep Prussian blue that would set your blood aflame. His skin was a
nice light bronze that made his body even more alluring. I could not tear my
own gaze away form the sight of my master posing in front of the mirror in
seductive pose after pose. Alas I was quite sad when my master put on his
clothes, thus covering his glorious flesh. I was frightened as he put on his
pants as I was going to be plunged into darkness, but in the end I fell asleep
with my feverish mind still turning.

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A sharp pain
within me woke me up; dazed I wondered what it could be. It was in seeing the
soft glow of a bedside lamp and the sight of my master��s image on the mirror as
he lay on his bed. I realized that the sharp pain was my master��s endowment peeking
out of my tight confines and that my master was going to pleasure himself.

I watched in the
mirror as my master began to run his hands over his body letting them slowly
drift down to me. I was in a dazed state of overwhelming joy as one of my
masters hands rubbed the part of me that covered his man hood. Slowly he pulled
me down until I was below his buttocks thus leaving his personal areas exposed.

He slowly began to
stroke the length of his shaft with his right hand as he began to rub his anus
with his left. With a deep breath he began to push a finger into his rectum
until it was completely inside him. He exhaled and bit his lip as he took
another deep breath and plunged another finger inside his rectum. As he probed
in his anus he began to stroke himself even faster. His breathing was
increasing rapidly as he whimpered and moaned from his own ministrations.

His body was now
glistening from sweat and his mouth was now wide opened as his chest heaved. He
then gave a loud strangled cry as he arched his back and came all over his body,
coating it in a thick viscous coating of semen. Using his right hand he scooped
up some of his cum and licked his fingers clean. He then began to rub his body
with his semen before he took me off completely. He used me to wipe himself off
and to clean his fingers. Now, wet and sticky from my master��s seed he placed
me into a steel laundry hamper filled with dirty clothes. Resting on top of a
bedding of clothing I nodded of to sleep.

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Strong hands
lifted me from the laundry hamper in which I slumbered, but they felt strange
to me. As the fog of slumber burned away from my mind I realized that the one
who held me was not my master. I did not grasp the seriousness of the matter
until the monster brought me to his face and began to sniff me. I screamed and
screamed for help, shouting ��pervert�� and ��let me go��, but he didn��t hear me��no
one did. He took deep breath after deep breath as his heart began to pound faster
and faster. He moaned and began to talk to himself about the scent of my
master��s privates. Panting, he lay down on my master��s bed and began to stroke
himself as he rubbed me on his face. It was then that I closed my eyes and fell
silent, quietly wishing that it was all but a sick dream while knowing deep
down that it was all to real.

He stroked himself
furiously from what I could tell for 10 minutes before he came, counting from
when I closed my eyes. I kept my eyes shut as he used me to wipe off the cum on
his chest, which made me feel so dirty. It was then that he wrapped me around
the base of his flaccid manhood. Slowly he pulled me up and down its length
causing it to harden once more. I passed out quickly soon thereafter but the
pervert didn��t stop. He just kept going and going and going��o god, I feel so
cheap *whimpers, then starts to cry*

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I felt someone rubbing their nose on me
while sniffing me, I thought that it was the pervert but the person��s touch was
gentle and loving. I rejoiced that it was my master who was enjoying my freshly
laundered scent. I was still warm from the dryer as my master put me on, which
caused my master to sigh pleasantly due to my warm softness. I still tried to
forget about my experience with the pervert, but I have now been with my master
for quite awhile so far without incident. Eventually my life became comfortably
predictable where my master would put me on, get back from work, masturbate,
and then have me washed. I learned from the other panties that I was the
master��s favorite; even over the satin and silk panties; because he liked how
soft I was.

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I knew something
was terribly wrong when I felt the cocoon that was my master��s pants forcibly
pulled down. I heard the ripping of fabric and watched as my master��s shirt was
torn off his body. My master began to speak but a hand silenced him along with
a whisper into my master��s ear. The attacker threw my master onto his bed and
began to fondle him through me. The hands felt familiar to me but I could not
recognize to whom they belonged to, until the attacker began to sniff the part
of me where my master��s penis was. I realized that it was the pervert and that
it was he who was now about to violate my master.

I was shocked
though when my master��s penis became erect as the pervert sniffed him, he
giggled and told him that it tickled. The pervert grinned and replied that he
was going to do more than tickle him. That was when he tore me off my master��s
body.

I screamed as I
felt myself tear. My vision quickly grew dim, and the last things I heard was
the voice of my master telling the pervert that I was his favorite pair of
panties and with that I died.
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