Madison’s Panties

Literotic asexstories – Madison’s Panties by nylonz,nylonz This story contains BDSM in the form of forced piss drinking and there is no fairytale ending. If this isn’t your thing, it’s best to skip this one.

I looked at the picture on Maddy’s dressing table as I collected her laundry. It was a photo of my ex-wife Sharon, our two daughters and myself on the beach. I remember it being a warm, sunny day. A month after that photo was taken, Sharon left me for my best friend Paul. I’d suspected they’d been up to something for months, so her leaving me didn’t come as a surprise, what did come as a surprise was that she’d abandoned our two daughters, Madison and Christine.

That was three years ago and despite missing Sharon dearly, I had concentrated on providing a stable environment for Maddy and Chrissy, desperately wanting us to be a happy family. I worked from home, Maddy was now 19 and worked part-time, Chrissy was a year younger and doing well at college. It was mid morning and Maddie was dropping her sister off at class on her way to work and I was getting a load of laundry together before getting stuck into an inbox full of work emails.

I emptied Maddy’s laundry bag into the basket and started shaking a little as I spied a pair of her panties, they were white with tiny pink hearts all over them. I opened them up and looked at the gusset, it had several little stains on it. I wrestled with my conscience, not for the first time as this was becoming a regular occurrence over the last six months or so and inwardly hated myself for what I was about to do. With my eyes closed, I lifted the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply.

A hundred emotions whirled through my head as I almost suffocated with Maddy’s strong fragrance. I exhaled through my mouth and inhaled again, refilling my nostrils with the dank odour of her stale pee and other strong scents. I felt my cock twitch as it filled with blood, Maddy’s panties were having their usual arousing effect on me. Mmmmm, Maddy.

“What the actual fuck!” So deep into my trance was I, that I hadn’t noticed Maddy walking into her room.

“Dad?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I inwardly screamed at the top of my voice, my head started to spin and I felt sick. “Maddy, I was just.”

“Don’t Dad, just don’t,” Maddy screamed as she grabbed her phone off her dressing table, staring in dismay at the bulge in my trousers and stormed out, slamming the door as she left. I heard the front door slam, followed by her car tyres screeching as she raced away down the road.

Fuck, fuck, fucking bollocks. What the fuck do I fucking do now. I was shaking, I threw the panties on the floor and hammered my fists on the dressing table.

I spent the rest of the day on my laptop, replying to work emails and attending an online Skype meeting to do with Health and Safety. I couldn’t concentrate on anything that was being said and one of the admin girls even PM’d me during the meeting asking if I was ok. Just tired, I replied, lying.

I prepared an evening meal for us, where I made Chrissy’s favourite, chicken caesar salad with chips. I hoped Maddy would pick up Chrissy as usual, have said nothing to her and the both of them would come home.

When the girls came in I pretended nothing had happened, Chrissy gave me a hug and showed me a project she was working on. Maddy ignored me and to avoid causing a scene, I made idle chat.

“Who’s doing what tomorrow?” I asked in an upbeat voice.

“I’m going to finish my project in the morning, and have a dancing lesson in the evening,” Chirped Chrissy.

“Sounds like you have a busy day, do you need a lift to dance class?”

“Nah, Jemma’s mum is taking us.”

“Ah, Ok. What about you Maddy?”

“Not much,” Maddy said quietly. “probably spending the day with Alice and Susan.”

“That’s good then,” I said as I cleared up the plates, “who’s for dessert?

That night I didn’t sleep. The events of the day were spinning through my head, how could I have been so stupid. Why didn’t I check that I was alone, why didn’t I hear Maddy come back for her phone, why was I sniffing my daughter’s dirty panties in the first place. I heared Maddy’s voice over and over; What the actual fuck, Dad. She must have been beside herself, I bet she still is. Arghh. I threw my head back onto the pillow, what now, what next, what the actual fuck – Dad.

The next morning at breakfast, I served buttered toasted crumpets to the girls and chatted while we munched and drank juice and coffee. Maddy seemed more relaxed and even smiled at me, I smiled back and decided I would speak with her tonight after Chrissy had left for dance class. Maddy announced she was off out with friends for the day and Chrissy disappeared to her room to work on her project. I opened my laptop to sort out the emails I’d messed up yesterday when my phone tinged. It was a message from Maddy.

Hi Dad think I’ve left my hair tongs plugged in can you turn off for me they are on my dresser xxx

I jogged upstairs to her room heading for her dressing table. There were no tongs, but on her dresser there was a handwritten note.

Put these on and make sure you’re wearing them this evening for dinner. If you don’t, my next text message will be to Mum.

Under the note was a pair of panties, they were soaking wet and their stench of pee filled the air. Learning my lesson of getting caught, I took them and the note to my room and locked the door. I read the note again. What was she up to. My brain went into overdrive hatching all sorts of plans to not wear her wet panties that evening, though all of them were fruitless. The last sentence of her note rang in my ears.

If you don’t, my next text message will be to Mum.

I placed the soaked panties on my shower rail, these ones were pink with white lace trim and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t able to picture Maddy wearing them. With the stench of pee heavy in the air, I left them hanging and went back to my emails.

The hours plodded by, I couldn’t concentrate on a thing and wondered what Maddy was planning. I decided I’d do as I was told, wear the panties and once Chrissy had left for dance class, apologise.

I ordered pizza for tea in an effort to make everyone happy, I announced that dinner was ready and the girls made their way to the table. As always Chrissy gave me a hug, but mid hug stopped, moved away slightly and looked at me curiously before sitting down. I knew she could smell the stale pee, what would she be thinking. I cast a glance at Maddy who, with the most sinister of expressions, stared right past me.

“Ok, who wants pepperoni?” I sang cheerfully, opening the first box.

“Oh, me please Dad.” Chrissy replied, offering her plate. I put a double slice of pizza on it and smiled.

“Same for you Maddy,” I asked, trying my best to act as if I wasn’t wearing her piss soiled panties.

“No thanks Dad, I’ll have the margherita, it’s less salty.”

I gulped, her emphasis on the word salty slashed the air like a razor blade. I passed her the margherita box and she helped herself to a slice. “What is that smell dad?” Maddy asked, “it’s really funky.” Chrissy giggled and looked at me.

“I um, think the bin needs emptying, I’ll do it later.”

We finished our meal in silence, we normally chatted about everything and anything, but not tonight. Because of me. Because of my stupid act of depravity. I fucking hated myself right now.

A car’s horn sounded at the front of the house.

“It’s Gemma,” Chrissy said excitedly. “Dad, can I please leave the table?”

“Of course, have a lovely evening,” I replied, holding my arms out for a hug. But Chrissy just looked at me and pulled a slightly pained expression.

“See you later,” sang Chrissy before disappearing.

“Well, that was fucking awkward wasn’t it,” Maddy had her arms folded, her face like thunder.

“Maddy, there’s no need to swear.”

Maddy went to the front door and locked it, she came back into the kitchen and announced, “My name is Madison and there’s every fucking need to fucking swear, Daddy.” I gulped, knowing I had to accept her rage. “Enjoying wearing my panties? My stinky, damp, soiled panties.”

“No, I’m just doing as you asked,” I replied “I’m not enjoying it at all. Can we talk please?”

Maddy stood up and made her way towards me. Without a word she popped herself onto the table, sat facing me, pulled up her skirt and opened her legs. “Look at me,” Maddy ordered. I looked at her face. She was beautiful, just like her mum. “Look at my crotch.” I closed my eyes wishing I was on a different planet and opened them to see that she was wearing a black lace G-string. “What do you think Daddy, what do you think of your little girl’s panties?”

I shook my head, “No Maddy, this isn’t right.”

“My fucking name is Madison and the only thing that’s not right is you,” she spat in disgust. “Dirty fucking panty sniffer, come closer.” I shook my head. “Come fucking closer.” I shuffled forwards a little, my head was a foot or so from her crotch. Without a word, Maddy pulled her G-string to one side, splayed her pussy lips open with her fingers and unleashed a hot jet of foul-smelling, dark yellow piss over my face.

I gasped as her pungent torrent soaked me, blinking as it hit my eyes, stinging like acid and caused my vision to blur. It ran down my face, over my mouth, soaking my neck. “Not so fucking nice now is it,” Maddy hissed, “open your mouth.”

“Madison, please, no,” I begged as she leant forward slightly, adjusting her aim.

“Daddy, dear. Open your mouth.”

Close to tears, I parted my lips slightly and looked up at her. She tilted her head to one side, showing her annoyance at the meagre amount I’d moved my jaw. “I said open your damn mouth.”

I opened my mouth fully, realising there was no point in making things worse. Maddy’s eyes narrowed as she unleashed a second deluge of stinking piss into my mouth drenching my tongue and throat. I gagged and spat it out. “Madison, please! No,” I choked.

“Open,” She shouted, my pleas falling on deaf ears. I reopened my mouth and she let rip another tsunami of piss that produced a loud gurgling sound as it filled my mouth up. I was dreading the next words which I knew were coming, my heart sank as her lips formed the letter S.

“Swallow,” Maddy ordered. I closed my mouth and forced my throat to open, heaving as I ingested her salt laden urine.

“Stand up.” Like a broken man I obeyed, Maddy’s brine was threatening to come back up as I slowly got to my feet and I could feel the colour draining from my face. “Pull down your trousers.” I did as I was told, as if in some sort of automatic mode. The only good thing about wearing her panties was that they were hiding my shrivelled cock.

“Not so fucking hard now it is,” She spat cruelly before emptying the rest of her bladder onto my crotch. “Look at it, pathetic. Probably why Mum left you.”

I cried, tears streamed down my cheeks and I felt a mixture of mucus and Maddy’s piss dribbling from my nose. “I’m so sorry. So very sorry.”

“At last some fucking remorse,” muttered Maddy letting her G-string snap back over her pussy before sliding off the table.

“If I catch you with my panties again, I’ll tie a knot in your cock. And if I catch you anywhere near Christine’s underwear, I’ll chop the fucking thing off.”

Madison threw herself off the table, landing feet first on the floor and pulled her skirt down. She calmly picked up her pizza box, winked at me and headed to her room.