Crazy Ken had a serious problem. That’s what his friends called him. And it was a fitting name. He was a black man that lived in Florida with his wife and 2 kids. He made his living selling used items at a flea market on weekends, and by supplementing his income with Social Security benefits. The flea market is where all his problems began.
He sold all kinds of used stuff. He would go garage sale hunting every Friday morning to see what kind of good finds he could pick up cheap, then sell them for a huge markup at the flea market. It seemed to work well for him initially.
He noticed a lot of used clothing items for sale at these garage sales and that ended up being one of his biggest sellers at the flea market. Until one day he stopped at his neighbour’s garage sale. She was an older woman, obese and suffering from late stage diabetes. Her house was unclean and full of trash. I guess you could say she was a hoarder.
Crazy Ken noticed she had a table full of used panties she was selling. They were giant, granny style panties. You could tell they had been white at one point, but no longer. At first he picked them up and was a little taken aback. A roach fell out onto the table! They weren’t even washed! He could see stains on them. As he moved it closer to take a better look he noticed a strong scent.
It had the ripe, musky smell of a musty, hairy vagina. The type that had probably never been trimmed in a lifetime. At first he felt his stomach knot up and almost got the urge to throw up. But then he felt his dick start to get hard. “What is going on?” he thought. He must have been standing there taking in the scent for an abnormally long time, as the old woman said “Like what you see there, boy? Ah ha ha ha ha!” She cackled with a wild grin, exposing her nearly toothless smile. “Fuck off Sharon!” Ken replied in anger.
Ken abruptly put the panties down, but he did so begrudgingly. He wanted nothing more than to rub those soiled panties all over his face. Then take his hard, black cock out and use them to masturbate until he came inside of them. This was the beginning of his addiction.
He was able to keep things under control for a long time by simply buying used panties at the flea market and at garage sales around town. Most of the time they weren’t dirty enough for him though. It satiated his desires, but it wasn’t enough to truly get him off. Not as good as that first time.
Finally his urges got the best of him. His neighbour, a young Wiccan girl named Star, had been doing her laundry outside. She was really “at one with nature” and didn’t believe in using “wasteful electrical appliances” like washers and dryers. She would bring her dirty clothes outside and wash them in a bucket of rain water, then hang them to dry.
Ken noticed her bringing out a hamper of her clothing and spied the pile of pink panties on top. He already had coveted her, since she was so young and beautiful, compared to his own obese wife. He knew he had to get a smell of those.
He watched from a distance and bided his time, waiting for her to return back inside to grab her homemade, organic laundry soap. He had to get to those panties before she washed away her scent with water and detergent. As soon as she began to move back inside, he sprang into action. He bolted across the lawn like a cheetah, scaling the rickety fence like a ninja. He seemed to only touch the top of the fence with 2 fingers as he flew overtop of it like an Olympic high jump competitor.
He grabbed a handful of clothing and retreated even faster. He had done it! His cock was so hard he felt like he was going to cum before he even got his pants undone. He ran to the bedroom of his trailer and slammed the door shut behind him. At this point his pants were down to his ankles.
He grabbed the first pair of panties and carefully inspected them, looking for any sign of dampness. He seen a tiny wet spot right in the crotch region. Before he could blink an eye he had draped them over his face like a Canadian putting on a full face mask to warm themselves the cold of winter. He adjusted them so the damp pussy area was directly covering his mouth and nose. Then he began to inhale with the intensity of a person purposely trying to hyperventilate.
Kenny didn’t even have to touch his cock. He just stood there inhaling Star’s wonderful scent, tasting her day old juices, and he began to ejaculate. His creamy, unhealthy-looking, yellow semen spewed out of his big black cock, spraying all over his bed and his night stand. It was like an untethered fire hose. His wife Crystal yelled “What the hell are you doing in there, Ken?”
Ken quickly cleaned himself up and mopped up his jizz with her panties, making sure to hide them under his bed, saving everything for another masturbation session later. If you like panty sniffing videos then check out prostitutemovies.com.
His addiction was now fully in effect. He needed new experiences and new panties, and his quest to get them became more and more dangerous. The more soiled they were, the better his orgasm was.
He had heard of a group of people in his trailer park that held gangbangs every so often. They would all get together and have anal sex with one of the trailer park wives. It was a seedy activity to say the least. Ken knew he wanted that girl’s panties. He just imagined the scents and tastes those panties would have in store for him after she put them back on, wet and sore after a night of hard assfucking and creampies from 5 or 6 unwashed men.
Ken waited for their gangbang night and creeped outside, peeking in the window like a dog who wants to come in from the cold. He watched as 6 obese strangers all took turns with the trailer park whore. All of them finished inside of her. Some in her ass, some in her pussy. Ken was feeling aroused, but it wasn’t because of watching them fuck. He was getting aroused just thinking about how he was soon going to get to enjoy those disgusting panties and all their nasty drippings.
After the last man came, the slut finished pushing out as much of the cum they left inside her pussy and asshole as she could into her toilet, then she reached for her panties and put them on.
His target was in sight, now he just needed to figure out how to get his prize. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He continued to watch as she eventually passed out on her couch with the TV going. All that lit the room was the soft glow of the TV, still on at a low volume with Dog The Bounty Hunter reruns playing on the giant CRT.
He walked right in the front door, being as silent as possible with his cat-like reflexes. She was a bigger girl and her panties were buried deep inside her enormous pussy. He didn’t think he could pull them off of her without waking her. So he improvised.
He moved his face close to her vagina, and began to deeply inhale. He needed to bask in that scent. He wanted it so bad he could almost taste it. It wasn’t enough though. He needed that taste in his mouth. The soiled cotton, the warm, mysterious liquids. It was the nectar of the Gods. His tongue lashed out like an iguana going after a fly. Success! He tasted the foul concoction. His senses were overloaded. He was about to cum!
Then….Smash! Someone clobbered him over the head. Before he went unconscious he had just enough time to turn around and see who knocked him out. It was a competitor from the flea market that lived across the street in an old garden shed. Joshua. He had been watching Crazy Ken the entire time. The last thing he seen was Joshua smiling down at him with his green teeth exposed in a toothy grin. “Not in my trailer park, bitch!”
The next morning Ken woke up in a jail cell. Charged with sexual assault and trespassing under cover of night. He was now going to be labelled a sex offender for the rest of his life. He thought to himself, “if only I hadn’t smelled that first set of panties from my neighbour Sharon’s garage sale, none of this would have happened.”
The image of his toothless, obese neighbour appeared his mind, as fresh as day. He could still hear her cackling in her blind, diabetic state. And he could still smell those filthy panties. Oh, how he could smell them. He closed his eyes and began to smile.
“Oh heck,” he thought to himself. “What’s one more time going to hurt?” He took out his penis and began to masturbate in his jail cell, as tears poured down his cheeks.
