The Inspection

"WHAT?" She squeeked her eyes widening in shock, clearly taken off guard. But I felt like I was in the driver's seat now, so I didn't let her astonishment disturb me from dropping another bullshit bomb. I smelled an opportunity and I wasn't going to let it go to waste. Putting on my smartest sounding explanation voice, I began:

"While the Panty Plague spreads via panties it always originates from a human host. My inspection has conluded that your panties are in fact contaminated." I gave her a second to let that blow sink in. Immediantly all defiance drained from her face, replaced with uncertainty and fear regarding this new, strange threat. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. "To counteract the contamination, I will have to give you a special treatment which only a trained panty inspector can perform. The only real alternatives are a slow and agonizing death or vaginal amputation."

I nodded gravely. Tiffany was still in shock but slowly realization was dawning onto her. At that moment I knew that I had her. Still, I decided to give her another nudge.

"I can assure you that the inspection will not be painful in the slightest. In fact, it can be a very pleasant affair. You'll just have to let me do my job." I shrugged trying to conceal my excitement with casualness "I provide treatment to the Panty Plague all the time. It's no big deal for me."

It was in fact a MASSIVE deal for me.

Then, barely audible, she mumbled: "Fine. I'll let you do your inspection... It's not like I have a choice anyways."

The bimbo was clearly still conflicted. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't. Her own gullibility (and admittedly also my magic powers) had gotten her into this situation. And in my opinion, stupidity should have consequences.

The anticipation was making it difficult for me to keep my voice steady.

"Tiffany, please free your bottom then. Unfortunately, the Panty Plague will not wait for you to get comfortable."

She turned even redder, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. For a few moments, she just stood around idly. Then, slowly, her trembling hands moved towards the waistband of her pants.

The sliding fabric revealed her goods only covered by a small pair of white panties, allowing me to get a first good look. While her ass had already looked promising concealed underneath her pants, the real deal was way better. Her well rounded buttocks really proved her value as a slut and made it hard for me to control my thoughts and actions.

Then, a very flustered Tiffany removed her panties, now baring everything to me, Brandon Smith, the confirmed creep and apparantly also Panty Inspector.

Almost immediately, she covered herself up. Internally I chuckled. Over time I would teach her that concepts like modesty don't apply to sluts like her.

I was rock hard and pretty close to just assaulting the vulnerable naked girl in front of me but I managed to restrain myself.

"Lie down on the bed!" The words came out harsher than I had wanted. Still, my tone seemed to have a desirable effect on Tiffany. Without question she draped her bombshell body onto the blue sheets of her spacious bed.

Her legs remained crossed and she still covered herself up. Time to change that. I wanted to get my hands on her goods.

"Spread your legs and remove your hands! I can't work like that!" I barked now intentionally leaning into a commanding tone.

Tiffany simply answered with an unintelligible groan.

Then, after a little bit of hesitation she complied.

Finally, her hands reveald her red pussy, her tight fuck hole which seemed to call for my dick with impossible allure.

Not today, Brendan! Not, today...

While I didn't have a good excuse to fuck her, I could still get my hands on her most private parts. I wasn't going to let this opportunity to waste.

My hands were met with incredible warmth. It seems that her whole nether region had heated up be it from shame or maybe even some hidden arousal.

Still a little stun locked, I gave her honey pot a gentle stroke with my index finger.

As soon as I made contact, a little gasp escaped from Tiffany's lips who immediately covered her face with her hands in shame.

I started by rhythmically tracing two fingers up and down her inner labia. Soon the silence in the room became loaded with raw sexual energy interrupted only by a muffled moan from Tiffany.

While I was not a big fan of giving unreciprocated pleasure, this was going to be worth the effort.

"I... Is this really... AHH... necessary?" a very flushed Tiffany managed to mumble.

I picked up the pace which earnt me another moan.

"I dislike this part as much as you do." Damn, I couldn't really believe myself at this point. I tried to sound somewhat serious but with only limited success. "But this is necessary for your health, Tiffany." I emphasized every word with a powerful stroke over her vulva.

Already, I could feel her wetness on my fingers. Tiffany wasn't as opposed to my treatment as she wanted to let on.

I decided to push my fingers even deeper, go even faster. My effort was rewarded with more moans, this time more intense and less stifled. Tiffany was definitely warming up to my fingers.

The air reeked of sex. The clean girl atmosphere of her bedroom was deeply tainted with the scent of lust.

And then there was I. Standing in between Tiffany Brooks now eagerly spread legs, fingering her needy twat.

Old me wouldn't have dared to dream of this and yet this was happening. This cheerleader bimbo was undoubtedly out of my league but I still managed to find a way to make her show me her cunt more or less willingly.

A feral energy made me go even faster, now shoving 3 fingers down her dripping slit. Her moans had turned into desperate cries of pleasure.

A part of me feared that the neighbors would call the police but for the most part I just didn't care.

It was evident that Tiffany was reaching the edge to orgasm her pussy clenching around my fingers as if trying to milk them dry.

Then I gave her one final thrust which caused her to howl like a demon.

And then I retreated my hand...

Immediately, Tiffany's head shot up. Clearly still dazed she initially only managed an indignant grunt before catching tongue again.

"Why did you stop?" Her tone had something whiny about it and I am pretty sure she didn't even realize that her right hand was slowly shifting towards her pussy.

Again, I picked a neutral tone.

"This inspection has been concluded. You do indeed have the Panty Plague but I managed to supress it for now." I paused and then revealed my final trap for her. "But I will have to conduct more procedures on you for a complete cleansing." The desperate glow in her eyes told me that I had caught her in my web. "You must also refrain from touching your vagina. Any physical contact that is not made by a professional can lead to another outbreak."

That one had clearly struck her. I think we both knew that she had planned on masturbating to oblivion as soon as I was gone. I mean, she was barely able to restrain herself already. And now, I had practically told her that this was strictly forbidden.

Her lip trembled. For a second I was certain she would break out in tears. But she caught herself. Brave girl.

Mustering up all my strength I turned away from her heated honey pot. I casually grabbed some blue panties and wiped my fingers clean before turning to Tiffany who was still lying on her bed her legs spread open wide. I took in the sight of the half naked girl who had seemingly lost her modesty around me before speaking:

"I will have to take your panties with you for ehm... research purposes. Also, you shouldn't wear any panties until your treatment has been concluded." I started to rummage around her bedroom.

"WAIT!"

That sounded panicked! Had I done something wrong? Was I about to get screwed over?

"Please, don't leave me like that!"