As the psychologist looked over the information she had written down on her upcoming client, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself. He had been charged with theft numerous times. Every single charge was related to him stealing women’s clothing.
Most of them were from women’s change rooms in shopping malls. He would sneak in and wait while women were changing and as soon as they left the change room he would run in and snatch whatever they were wearing. He had a penchant for undergarments so he ended up getting caught in places like Victoria’s Secret. He would have stood out like a sore thumb in there hanging around the change rooms. No wonder he got caught.
It turns out he was a dirty panty sniffer. He loved the scent of women’s undergarments, especially their panties and stockings. If you like women in stocking then check out prostitutemovies.com. After his most recent charge he was facing serious jail time, so he finally decided to get help.
He entered the psychologist’s office and sat down on her couch. She could immediately see his eyes move towards her black, sheer stockings. As she reviewed his file she crossed her legs like Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct, giving him a clear shot of her panties. He was clearly getting agitated.
“So you like to sniff women’s panties, eh?” She quizzed him. He stammered a bit and coughed, clearly taken back by her frankness.
“Ya, that’s why I’m here I suppose.”
She stood up and start walking towards him. She stood in front of him with her legs spread wide apart and slowly kicked off her high heels.
“You realize there’s no cure for people like you, right?”
He looked surprised and his mouth began to hang open like he was completely dumbfounded.
“Really?” He whimpered.
“Yes, that’s right. I can’t cure you. All I can do is to help control your addiction.”
“How do you do that?” he asked.
She grabbed her skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing her sheer silk panties. “By giving you what you want.”
Before he could say anything, she shoved her pelvis in his face, and began grinding her vagina all over him. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the sheer silk caress his skin. It was so soft, and he could smell the moistness of her pussy and feel the wetness start to seep through the silk.
“Yup, I can help you with this.” she said as she pulled away from him, not wanting to give him too much pleasure all at once. “But it’s going to cost you. I expect you here 2 days a week for an hour. Paying my full rate, plus a tip. And you can enjoy my soiled panties and stockings all you want.”
She reached down and pulled the toe of her left stocking and began slowly sliding them off her milky white legs. “I don’t work cheap.” she said.
She balled up the nylons she had removed from her legs and sniffed them herself. They were warm and had the scent of her sweat on them.
“How does that sound to you?” she asked.
Before he could finish his reply she had stuffed the stockings in his mouth, almost choking him with them. He began to cough but she could see he was in heaven. She dropped her panties to the floor and picked them up and draped them over his head like a face mask. He began sniffing loudly, not unlike a dog trying to find its next meal.
She was getting turned on by this too and she rammed her wet, exposed pussy into his face. She began grinding herself into him, all over his face, with his nose penetrating deep into her dripping cunt. She could see a film of her cum start to cover his face and drip down his chin. His sniffing intensified until she finally sprayed him with a soft shower of her warm love juices.
“OK, now clean yourself up, bitch. I expect you back here in 3 days. Don’t be late, or I’ll give you a bad report. And bring lots of money. Now get my undergarments out of your mouth. You look pathetic. Fucking thieving panty sniffer.”
He spit her stockings out onto the floor and slowly got up and left the room. She smirked as she watched him leave, knowing he would be back for more of her “treatment”, along with more money, in a few days.
He had become the next meal ticket for the hooker psychologist.
