Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... man! You can't even use your tiny dick anymore! It's like you aren't even a man at all. Did Gina do this? Finally got fed up with your pathetic performance in bed?"

Daren wanted to sink into the floor. Of all the people to discover his secret, Charlie was the worst option. He shook his head miserably.

"N-no, Gina didn't do this. She would never..."

Charlie cut him off roughly. "Wow, Hardon! You got your cock all locked up by someone else? What did Gina have to say about that?"

Darren's only response was to blush hotly and stammer something incoherent. Charlie brayed with mocking laughter.

"Someone made your cock utterly useless, and your smoking hot wife didn't even notice? I guess that says a lot about your marriage, huh?" Charlie pulled out his phone and snapped photos from all angles, taking care to include Daren's red, sweaty face in all of them.

Finally, still quaking with laughter, Charlie flopped back into his chair, leaning back and putting his feet on the desk, proudly displaying his large member.

"Stay like that for a minute, Hardon. I've got some more tasks for you." He said, rifling through one of his side drawers. "The first one is with those photos you took of me. Pick three of the best, and make sure that Cassie sees them. I don't care how you do it. Send them to her anonymously or something. That juicy little slut wants dick. She sees mine and it will get her drooling, I guarantee it. I'll give you 150 bucks off of what you ...

... owe."

"Next," He said, leaning forward seriously, tapping his phone, "These photos are great, but I need more. I want to see what's going on underneath Cassie's clothes. I need to see the merchandise before I take her for a test drive. I don't care how you manage it, but get it done. I want to be jerking off to pics of your little girl's pretty naked titties by the end of the week. 300 bucks. Are we clear?"

Daren nodded miserably, unsure of how he could possibly pull this off.

"One more thing. Did you bring the panties I asked for?"

Daren nodded miserably, rifling in his pockets, then waddling forward with his pants around his ankles to hand Charlie the clean folded pair and the dirty panties.

"Excellent." Breathed Charlie. He pulled up the photo of Gina and Cassie again and deeply sniffed the worn panties while wrapping the fresh pair around his cock to masturbate. He grunted and muttered about how Daren's family were slutty, dirty girls as he ground Cassie's cotton panties into his dirty cock. Finally, he tossed the now defiled "clean" panties onto the desk and dropped the worn panties onto his dick, exploding a large load of sperm into them.

He grabbed both pairs and handed them to Daren, who recoiled at the unpleasant moisture and warmth of the filled panties.

"Wash the jizzy ones before she finds out," said Charlie bluntly, buckling his pants.

"And refold those," said Charlie, pointing to the unfilled panties, "replace them in the drawer. In fact, I think I know ...