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Subject: {ASSM} The Palmetto Underwear Incident 2/2 (MF oral mild femdom mild tv)  
Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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Paige unzipped the side of her gray skirt. When the waistband
was loose around her middle, she pushed the dress down over her
hip. Maytag saw more of her, as white and voluptuous as the tops
of her breasts, and a blue strip of cloth that reached around the
hip and down to her crotch. Paige worked the other side of the
skirt to the same point on her hips. Maytag could see the blue
triangle of her panties. There on the material was a white
crescent and the silhouette of a palmetto tree, the symbols
present on the blue field of the South Carolina state flag. 

Once again, Paige stopped undressing. Maytag reacted quicker
this time. "Very good," he commented. "Everything seems in
order." However, Paige looked more concerned than she had when
she was nearly topless. "Paige?" Maytag asked. 

"Could you just turn around for this part?" she asked. 

"Of course," Maytag assured her, although he had no idea what
that part was. Feeling a head rush, Maytag leaned on the table
for support. He even went so far as to sit down and unbutton his
collar. He thought of Paige, stripping out of her clothes, the
curves of her hips and breasts. He wondered how her ass might
look, and his prick stiffened in his pants. 

"There!" Paige the page announced. She stood in front of him, her
clothes closed up once more. Only she was holding what looked to
be her panties. "Here you are," she said, offering the small blue
bundle to him. She saw his confusion. "You know," she whispered,
"for the substance abuse testing." 

"Right!" Maytag said. "I almost forgot. That is, of course, the
substance abuse testing run by..." 

"Congressman Campbell," Paige finished the sentence. 

"Yes, yes," Maytag said. "Thank you, Paige." The blonde stood in
front of him, still with the shoulders rolled back, only now he
could fill in the color and texture of those lovely large tits as
well as making out the shape. His swollen cock strained against
his trousers. Paige wasn't going anywhere, and neither was his
erection. This was no time at all to stand. 

"Is everything OK?" Paige asked. 

"Oh, yes," Maytag said. 

"Then I need to run off and find a new pair of, well, you know." 

"I understand," Maytag said. "Thank you for your help." 

Just like that, she was gone. Maytag found himself sitting alone
in the room, holding the blonde's panties while a full erection
punched out at his pants. He sighed. With one hand, he reached
down and gave his aching member a squeeze, as if he could squash
the hard-on out of existence. He held the panties in the palm of
his other hand, gazing on the crescent and palmetto tree that had
so recently nestled against Paige's bush. It was not helping to
lessen his erection. 

The door opened. A girl with jet black hair and lips painted dark
red, about the same age as Paige and in the same page uniform,
walked in the room. Maytag leaped to attention, and stuffed
Paige's underwear in his suit jacket. He felt his stiffy pitching
a tent out of his slacks and he slammed himself back in the seat
again. 

"I heard it was inspection time," the girl said. She looked down
at the pyramid bulge in Maytag's lap. "Looks like I heard right." 

* * * 

Stanton worked a good deal of spit into her mouth. She was
sucking Lee Jackson's large johnson and she didn't have a free
hand to help her work. Once in a while his tool popped free of
her mouth, and her cheeks and chin were slick with her own
slobber. Heather Stanton could not spare a hand because she was
using both of them to hold onto the ladder. She was upside down. 

With the office buildings of South Carolina looking on the
platform atop the dome, and tourists milling below inside the
dome, the ladder remained as a readily available option. So they
stepped down the ladder from the platform, side by side squeezing
onto the rungs. They kissed, they fondled. Then Stanton had a
moment of erotic inspiration. She went up the ladder, then
wiggled around its opposite side, close to the wall, and came
down head first. Lee spotted her, held her weight, guided her. 

The position had the benefit of letting her long dark hair fall
out of the way of her cock sucking, and letting her dress fall
down around waist, leaving her pudenda, already liberated of
panties, open to Lee's attention. But it did mean she had to work
with no hands, and Lee was quite a mouthful. 

There, atop the South Carolina State House, the two engaged in a
vertical 69, separated and supported by a ladder. Lee poked two
heads between gaps in the rungs, and there was much sucking and
licking. It was good. Good enough that Lee felt an approaching
climax.

"I think I'm going to come," Lee whispered. 

Stanton pulled off his dick. "Not now!" she called. "You'll drown
me!" Not to mention her own lack of satisfaction. "I need to turn
back around," she said. 

"Can you make it?" Lee asked. 

"I think so," she answered. "Hold my legs." With Lee holding on
to her legs, she snaked her arms around the other side and took
hold of a rung. "Now let go!" she called. 

Lee released her. Stanton's legs slid down the side wall and when
she had room, she swung them around and climbed back up. If
anyone in the dome's observation deck saw a pair of feet in
attractive black sling backs dangle in the air before shimmying
back up the ladder, they made no fuss about it.

Stanton kissed Lee when she reached him. "Mmm," she said. "You
taste like pussy." 

"And it tastes good," Lee replied. 

"Well, why don't you tell me how it feels." She turned away from
him and pushed her ass back at him. Stanton hooked an arm over a
rung and locked herself there as best she could. 

Lubricated as they were, Lee slipped in with ease. He bucked
slowly at first, to make sure their place on the ladder was
secure. Then he began to test the limits. He banged hard. 

"Oh, fuck yes," Stanton moaned. It felt good. 

The heat of their bodies was trapped in the narrow passage. Sweat
formed all over their bodies. They were so close, squeezed
together so tight. Lee's breathing felt like sunrays on her neck.
His hips slapped against her buttocks and his cock cleaved her
cunt over and over. 

Stanton moaned again. Lee covered her mouth in fear of the sounds
of their fucking reaching the people below. Stanton came, and she
bit down onto his palm, gently, just as the muscles of her twat
clenched onto his cock. Lee exploded into her. He shot deep and
long, and he wanted to scream himself. 

"Oh, shit," he said. 

"Not bad," Stanton agreed. She grabbed tissues from a pocket to
wipe herself. 

"You know," Lee said, "If that's what inspections are like, now I
know why Campbell only bothers to inspect the girls." 

Stanton looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. "Oh, Lee, you
are turning out to be a reliable source of so many good things." 

* * * 

The girl appraised Maytag with dark eyes emphasized by pencil
thin liner. She actually licked her lips. Maytag swallowed. This
was a different breed entirely from Paige Halliday, less southern
belle and more jezebel. 

"That's correct. As I said to Paige--" 

"Paige the page is smarter than she looks," the girl said. "And
I'm smarter still. You told her you're an FBI agent. Prove it." 

Maytag produced his identification. "Special Agent Gerald
Maytag," he said. "And may I ask your name?" 

"Dahlia. Dahlia Lewelynn." Dahlia untied the scarf around her
neck. "So is the FBI here to shut down the old perv," she said
while sliding the blue silk off the back of her neck, "or to join
him?"

"You mean Campbell," Maytag said. 

"Of course I do," Dahlia countered. "And you haven't answered my
question." She dropped the silk scarf in Maytag's lap, where it
draped over his hard-on and highlighted its existence. "Though it
seems part of you has."

"Maybe we're divided on the issue," Maytag said. 

"What a shame," Dahlia purred. She unbuttoned her blouse. "I
prefer united fronts. You know, as in full frontal?" Her fingers
worked to her waist, and the blouse opened to reveal she wore no
bra. 

"You're missing part of your uniform," Maytag told her. 

"So I am," Dahlia said. "Do you want to check the rest?" 

"Yes." 

"That makes two of us, darlin'. You show me yours..." 

Maytag looked at the door. "Don't worry about that," Dahlia said.
"This is just a routine inspection at the State House." 

Bewitched, Maytag peeled off his clothes. Dahlia did the same.
Maytag was down to white boxers and dark socks. Dahlia stripped
to the same blue panties that Paige had worn, and she crossed her
arms in front of her to cup her breasts. "Now," Dahlia said with
a wild eyed look. "Let's switch." 

"What?" Maytag asked. 

Dahlia dropped her hands away from her breasts, and stepped to
Maytag. Her hips swayed hypnotically. She pushed her palms onto
his smooth chest. The hands moved up to his throat, then draped
behind his neck. She leaned in, and her soft warm breasts
collapsed against his hard muscles. Her face was next to his, so
close he felt her breath. A hint of perfume reached his nose. Her
lips grazed his cheek, and she whispered in his ear. "Let's
switch underwear. Just close your eyes and hand them over." 

Her face moved away, and the air stirred the fresh smell of her
perfume. Dahlia had already closed her eyes, and her hands moved
down her side to her panties. "Just close your eyes and switch,"
she repeated it like an incantation. "Close and switch." 

Maytag closed his eyes, and he lost orientation. His head drifted
in a cloud of perfume. He pushed his boxers off his waist and let
them fall to his feet. With one leg he lifted them to his waiting
hands. Sightless, Maytag offered them out in front of him. At the
same moment, he felt the cool satiny panties pushed against his
chest. 

Dahlia jerked back at the new found resistance. Maytag took hold
of the panties, and she found his arm in front of her. Dahlia
turned the shorts around in her arms until she found the fly then
slipped the boxers over her legs. Maytag found a tag in the
waistband and stepped into the underwear. After he went past his
knee, it was a struggle to push the garment past his thighs. With
a grunt, he managed to wedge them into his crotch. It was an
equal struggle to stretch the tight triangle over his throbbing
erection. 

Maytag opened his eyes. Dahlia stood in front of him in his white
boxers. They hung low on her hips, and he could see wisps of
black pubic hair above the level of the waistband. She looked at
him, open mouthed. Maytag glanced down at himself, and saw that
his stiff prick obscenely distorted the image of the palmetto
tree. It seemed the plant might leap from the blue fabric at any
moment. 

"That looks good," Dahlia said. She cupped his cock in her palm,
and fingered his balls through the tight material. Leaning in,
she planted a wet kiss on his lips. 

Their lips opened and their tongues intertwined. Maytag ran his
hands over her breasts, and inside the shorts to her ass. Dahlia
ran a finger along the crack of his ass and kneaded his stiff rod
with the heel of her palm. Maytag slipped his hand around to the
front of the shorts. 

"God damn!" Maytag exclaimed, breaking their kiss. Her pussy was
wet and hot. It felt as if his finger were sliding along the
porcelain edge of a hot bowl of soup. 

"Use your finger inside of me," Dahlia said, giving his cock a
squeeze. 

Maytag slid his index finger along her unbelievably warm slit,
and effortlessly it sunk in to his last knuckle. Dahlia moaned
and gave his cock another squeeze. 

"Fuck me with your finger," she ordered him. 

Maytag slid the finger back and forth. Her tight hot hole pulled
back at him like a suckling mouth. His thumb nestled in her
pubes, and the meat of his hand between thumb and forefinger
lodged against her clit. All the while, Dahlia yanked on his cock
through the panties. 

Maytag sawed his finger back and forth, and rubbed her nub with
his thumb. He fondled a breast with his free hand and fingered
her protruding nipple. Dahlia jerked him off with abandon. The
shorts rode up his crotch and produced a subtle pressure against
his ass. 

"No, no," Dahlia said. Maytag altered his movements. "Like that.
Yes! Oh, yeah." 

The motions of her hand grew erratic. Dahlia was starting to
crest. It was more than Maytag could take to have the lithe,
raven-haired Dahlia jilling off, literally in the palm of his
hand. He spurted off a hot stream of gooey semen that pooled up
against his hip bone and pooled up inside the tight garment. 

Dahlia popped off with a moan that she only just stifled by
biting into Maytag's shoulder. They leaned against each other for
support in the wake of their orgasms. They caught their breath,
and wiped sweat from their brows. 

"That was great, inspector," Dahlia said. She slipped off the
boxers and handed them to Maytag. For the first time, he saw her
standing completely naked. His cock gave a little twitch at the
site of her bare body, and the head wormed into the pocket of
warm jizz. Maytag started to undress. Dahlia saw him hook his
thumbs into the panties, one nest to the dark, spreading wet
spot. 

"Never mind about those," Dahlia said. "I think you'd better just
keep them on now." 

Quickly, the two dressed. Dahlia adjusted her hair. Maytag tugged
at the underwear wedging into his crotch. They left the room
together. 

Paige the page was there. "That inspection took a long time," she
said. 

Maytag did not respond. Dahlia turned to him and said, "I told
you she was smarter than she looked." 

"Maytag!" It was Stanton's voice. She walked along with a young
man in a gray suit. Maytag guessed he was a page as well. "This
young man has some interesting things to tell us. Agent Maytag,
meet Lee Jackson." 

"Lee Jackson?" Maytag said with a chuckle. "Your middle name
doesn't happen to be Stuart does it?" 

"What?" Stanton asked. 

"Nothing," Maytag said. "Just a little American history humor. I
should introduce Dahlia Lewelynn and Paige Halliday." 

Stanton said hello, then added, "Paige the page?" 

"Yes, ma'am! I get that all the time!" 

"Could you three wait here just a second?" Stanton asked. She
pulled Maytag aside and moved close to him. "We may have
Campbell nailed."

"We definitely have him nailed," Maytag said.

"Could you handle cuffing him?" Stanton asked. "I don't want to
touch the man."

"Maybe we should let Dahila do it," Maytag said. "I'm guessing
she's an expert."

"Thanks for the help, Maytag," Stanton said. "Now could I have 
my underwear back, please?" 

"Oh, sure," he said. He fished into his pocket and handed her a
bundle of satin. 

Stanton turned it over and saw the white palmetto tree and
crescent. "These aren't mine, Maytag." 

"Oh!" he said. He reached back in his pocket and pulled out the
white boxers. 

"Those definitely aren't mine!" 

"Wait," Maytag said, taking a pause to tug the tight underwear
riding up his ass while diving another hand in his pocket. "I
have them!" 

"You know what, Maytag? Just keep them." 

END 
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