Hello Kitty III - Pink Panties; NC-17; Dean/Sam
Title: Hello Kitty III - Pink Panties
Author:
softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam mention of Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Words: 5097
Spoilers: Post Season 2 and During Season 3
Summary: Dean received an obscene phone call from a Mystery Caller and had the best orgasm of his life. Later, Dean realized that Sam was that caller. Dean called Sam on the phone and told him he knew that it had been Sam and that while Dean definitely wanted to play, they were going to have to change the rules up and that Dean would run the show, and Sam was going to have to be the kitty. This is what happens when Dean turns the tables on Sam.
Notes/Warnings: Explicit talk of a variety of sexual acts including rimming, oral sex, and anal sex. And brief mention of Dean/OFC
Disclaimers: All Made Up, I own none of these characters or actors, I make no money from this. Characters are the property of the creators of Supernatural
Author's Note: This is a follow up to Hello Kitty which I wrote a couple of months ago and more recently, Hello Kitty - Again? Several people begged for more. This was originally written after a conversation with
virtualpersonal about the beauty of anonymous phone sex. It isn’t necessary to read the other two in this series first, as they all stand alone just fine, but if you do want to read in sequence, follow these links: Hello Kitty - Mystery Caller - Ch 1 and Hello Kitty - Again?
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Excerpt from Hello Kitty - Again?
“I am up for it, Sammy. I got nothing to lose and I’m running out of time here, bro. I say we should go for it, but Sam, you know I like to drive. Now that I have been thinking about this, I totally love the idea, but dude, change of plan. You know all that stuff you said on the phone that you were going to do to me? I’m going to do them to you,” said Dean with a smile on his face, and unmistakably, in his voice.
Sam swallowed and said, “You are?”
“Oh, yeah, baby boy. You’re gonna love it. Let’s start like this, what do you say? Are you wearing any panties?” Dean said with a smirk.
Hello Kitty III - Pink Panties
“Oh, yeah, baby boy. You’re gonna love it. Let’s start like this, what do you say? Are you wearing any panties?” Dean said with a smirk.
“Dean, you know I am wearing underwear. You were in the room when I got dressed after getting out of the shower,” Sam told Dean. “Besides, I don’t wear panties.”
“Really? You will,” Dean replied starting to enjoy himself already.
“What?” Sam all but croaked.
“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it. Forget I said anything,” Dean told Sam.
“Dean. How the hell do you expect me to forget that you said that I’d be wearing panties?”
“Geez, Sam! Relax. Dude, you are wound way too tight,” Dean said into the phone and actually laughed out loud imagining Sam making one of his bitchy faces. In fact, that was probably bitchy face number 18 based on Dean’s lifetime association with his brother. Well, bitchy face number 18 or 23, but definitely one of those two.
“Okay, but…” Sam started and was immediately interrupted.
“Okay, but nothing. What are you wearing right now?” Dean asked his brother with a sexy gravelly voice.
“Same as when you left. Jeans, T-shirt, regular shirt, underwear, and bare feet,” Sam informed Dean of the state of his attire.
“Okay. That’s good, but first things first, Sammy. First, do you still have your laptop on?” Dean wanted to know.
“Yeah.”
“Well, turn it off. I want you paying attention to me and only me, do you understand me?” Dean started using his authoritative voice now to get Sam’s attention.
“Yes. Sir. I understand you,” Sam said into the phone as a chill ran through his entire body listening to Dean take charge like that. He immediately clicked his laptop closed.
“Good. Now the second thing, Sam, is that I need you to grab your hands-free headset and start using that, because before I am done with you, boy, you are going to be using both hands. Go get it now. I’ll wait,” Dean instructed, the authoritative voice gone and in its place something much quieter and much more sexual.
Dean changing his tone of voice so quickly from authoritative to something that was dripping with sex threw Sam for a loop, but he went and did as he was told. A few moments later, Sam had located his hands-free headset and had it on and told Dean, “I’ve got it on. Can you hear me okay?”
“Loud and clear. The third thing that I need you to do is to go over to my bag and unzip the outside pocket. You are looking for something pink. Let me know when you have found it,” Dean continued, giving Sam step by step instructions in a soothing relaxed voice. Oh, this was going to be so fucking good. Sam was going to flip out but he’d do exactly what Dean told him to do, Dean had no doubt about that.
“Fuck, Dean! The only thing in here that is pink is a pair of panties. Shit! Is that what you sent me in there to look for?” Sam asked Dean, not really making the connection yet to Dean’s earlier comment about panties and the fact that Sam now had a pair of pink satin panties in his hand and his brother on the phone basically ordering him around, albeit in a quiet and sexy way. After his initial authoritative outburst, Dean had taken it down a notch with each set of instructions, almost drawling his words.
“Yup. Good, you found them. Next step, boy. Over to the mirror, set down your phone and look at yourself. I want you to bring the panties up to your face and smell them. What do you smell?” Dean wanted to know, almost purring when he asked Sam.
Sam did as instructed. He had walked over to the mirror and set down his phone and while looking at himself in the mirror, followed Dean’s instructions and brought the pink panties to his nose and took in a deep breath. “They smell like pussy,” Sam replied a little surprised, but why he would be surprised that Dean, God’s gift to women, would have a pair of pink satin panties that smelled like pussy in his bag he had no idea.
“You like that? You know why they smell like pussy Sam?” Dean began playing with Sam a little more now. “They smell like pussy because the girl that I got them from had a sopping wet cunt, because I kept teasing her and kept her right on the edge and made her come three times before I took those panties off her and fucked her hard. That’s why they smell like pussy.”
Sam stood there watching himself holding the panties to his nose, and listened to Dean clearly enjoying himself as he described himself working over some girl and teasing her almost senseless before he took pity on her and pulled off her panties and fucked her. He had always wished that he could see his brother in action with those girls he picked up, because deep down he knew that Dean Winchester was an amazing fuck. It was just a known fact. The sun rose in the east, set in the west, and Dean Winchester never left a sexual partner unsatisfied. God, he hoped to hell he was Dean’s next conquest, Sam thought as he swallowed around the lump in his throat.
“Pretty quiet there, Sammy. Cat got your tongue?” Dean teased Sam.
Shaking himself out of his fantasies of watching Dean fucking girls, he stammered, “No a cat does not have my tongue. I didn’t realize that you had asked me a question, Dean.”
“Don’t be a snarky little bitch, Sam, because if you are I may have to teach you a lesson. Unless, of course, that is what you have in mind. If that is what you are thinking, Sam, you’d better be sure. But, for now, put down the panties and take off your clothes. All of them, and do not touch your cock. You understand? No cock handling until I tell you to. Got it?” Dean instructed Sam on the next plan of action then said, “Let me know when you are naked.”
Less than a minute passed as Sam took off all of his clothes and stood before the mirror again, looking at him self, and told Dean that he was naked and waiting for instructions.
“Good. Pick up the panties again; I want you to give them another sniff. Do you smell anything besides pussy Sam?” Dean was enjoying himself immensely sitting in the Impala and tormenting and playing with Sam the way that Sam had played with him before.
Sam took another whiff and then immediately, he knew. He knew why Dean wanted him smelling those panties, besides the smell of pussy, there was the unmistakable odor of male come and the only person whose come would be on those panties would be Dean’s.
“Dean, they smell like pussy and come. Yours?” Sam asked his brother still with the panties near his face.
“Oh, yeah. Sammy boy, let me tell you why they smell like girl come and my come. After I teased that girl into coming in her panties three times and then took them off her, I fucked that pussy all night long. I must have dumped five loads of come in that pussy. When I got up to leave, I took those panties and spread her pussy lips and ran the panties right up the center of her snatch about a half a dozen times so that I could get as much of our combined juices onto those pink satin panties as I could. That’s why they smell like me. I bet you never thought you’d have my come that close to your face, did you?” Dean inquired of Sam so innocently, acting like he wasn’t getting to Sam yet, but knowing full well he was.
“I never thought that I would. But, I hoped that I would have. I have wanted that for a long time, to suck your cock and have you fuck my mouth and let me swallow your come. I’ve never done that with a guy before, but thinking about doing that to you makes me crazy. And no, I never thought that it would really happen, but I really do want that,” Sam admitted to Dean.
Dean had to adjust himself in his pants and shift in his seat, because Sam admitting that he wanted to suck him off and swallow his load had made his already hard cock even harder.
“Baby boy, you play your cards right and not only will I fuck your mouth, I’ll fuck your ass, too, all night long, and if you are really good I may let you come, too. But, Sam do you think you’ll be ready for me when I get there or am I going to have to eat out your ass until it is dripping and get you ready to take my fat cock inside of you? You did say that I’d be your first, right? Well, you’ll be my first, too. But don’t worry, boy. I thought of everything. I just went to the drugstore and bought lube. Lots of lube,” Dean informed Sam of his purchase, letting him know that he had been thinking of this for a while and that it wasn’t a spur of the moment kind of thing. “But even though I bought lube, I think that I’d rather get you ready with my mouth and my tongue licking up your crack and then inside of your tight virgin ass before I lube you up and slide my big fat cock inside of you after I stretch you with my fingers. How’s that for a plan, Sam?”
Sam was finding it hard to swallow, listening to Dean describe what he planned on doing to him, but realized he should answer his brother. “Regular Boy Scout, aren’t you? What’s their motto? Always be prepared?” Sam asked Dean.
“You bet your ass, bitch. I want to fuck you, but I want you to love having my cock in your ass. I thought buying two bottles of lube would help grease the skids, so to speak.”
“Jesus, Dean. You are a hopeless romantic. That how you talk to all your bitches?” laughed Sam.
“Right now you are my only bitch and I ain’t here for a chick flick moment, and what in the fuck are we talking about? Jesus, Sam, what is it gonna take for me to get you into those panties?” asked Dean like he was a used car salesman trying to close a deal.
“No. I am not going to put them on.”
“You are so going to fucking put those panties on. Let me tell you why, Sam. First of all putting those panties on isn’t going to make you a little bitch, you understand me? What is going to make you a bitch - no, my bitch - is that you are going to put them on because I want you to put them on and that will make me happy and want to come in there and fuck you. Do you understand the difference? You aren’t a little bitch, Sam. You are my bitch and I’m telling you to put the fucking panties on NOW,” Dean told Sam very quietly, yet clearly expecting no argument, just as if he had happened to use his authoritative voice. But the thing that impressed Sam the most, was that he hadn’t used ‘that’ voice at all. He was soothing and smooth and convincing all the same because Sam really did want to put on the panties if that would make Dean happy and come into their room and fuck him.
But there was a part of Sam that just couldn’t capitulate too quickly, because even if he was ready to be Dean’s bitch, Sam just didn’t want to give it up without a little bit of fight, so he started to say, “But…” when he was immediately interrupted.
“Don’t you fucking go there, Sam. I told you how it was going to be and I expect you to do as you’re told. Don’t you dare fucking argue with me, fucking do it,” Dean commanded in a quiet yet firm way that clearly said he didn’t expect Sam to put up any more of a fight.
“Jesus, Dean. Okay. I’ll put them on. Just, fuck, just wait a minute,” Sam told Dean, clearly needing a moment, but wanting Dean to know that he had gotten his way and he would do it, it was just going to take him a couple of seconds.
“If it makes you feel any better, Sam, why don’t you get acquainted with those panties before you put them on,” Dean suggested smiling to himself at his most recent excellent idea for Sam and those panties.
“What do you mean acquainted? They’ve been next to my face for a while now; how much more acquainted can I get?” Sam asked Dean perplexed by that suggestion.
“I was thinking that even though those panties smell like me and pussy, I’d much rather they smell like me and you. Is your cock dripping yet? Because what I was thinking is how nice it would feel for you to wrap them around your cock and stroke yourself with the satin and absorb all of your juices into them too. Would you like to stroke your cock with those panties that are full of my come?”
“Jesus. Yes.” Stammered Sam looking at himself in the mirror, completely naked, panties in his hand, his cock standing up forcefully and curved up against his belly to where it had touched his rock hard abs, shiny with pre-cum that had been oozing from it’s tip. Sam was riveted by the sight and wishing that Dean was in there right now, touching him and teasing him and down on his knees and licking those juices off his cock and his stomach, all the while playing with Sam’s balls and running his finger over his perineum and teasing him very close to his hole that Sam hoped Dean would be fucking so very soon.
Dean’s soft and sexy voice broke into Sam’s train of thought, “First, before you wrap your dripping, throbbing cock in those panties, I want you to trace them across your nipples and see if that satiny feeling gets them hard. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes, Dean,” moaned Sam as he raised the panties up and just barely ghosted them over his nubs. The sensation of satin on his nipples went straight to his cock making him involuntarily thrust into nothingness and causing him to moan again.
“Sounds like you like that, Sammy. You like having satin against your skin? Let your hand drift all over your chest and stomach with the panties, okay Sam? How’s that feel? I wish it was me teasing you with satin Sam. Making you stand there without moving while I teased you with every light whispery touch. Oooh, I’d touch you everywhere except your cock, I’d save that for last when you are ready to beg me to touch your dick and give you some relief. Mmmmm, wouldn’t that feel good, baby?” Dean whispered to Sam.
“God. Dean. Yes, that would feel good. You have no idea how good it feels already, but thinking about it being you teasing me with satin and rubbing it all over me but not letting me actually feel your skin is making my cock so hard; my cock is actually weeping it wants to be wrapped in that satin just that badly. Dean, can I touch my cock yet?”
“Oooh, are you begging, Kitty? Or just asking?”
“Not begging, just want to touch my cock so fucking much. Come on Dean, please let me wrap them around my cock and put my juices in them just like you said, so they smell like you and me,” Sam implored his brother.
“Fuck, Sammy. Do you know how hot that sounds? I wish I was there watching you touch yourself. Maybe I’d stand right behind you, so close but not actually touching you. Then I would lean in and lick your neck and suck on it so long and slow that I’d mark you right there with your blood pulsing right under the surface of your skin. But that is the only place I’d be touching you. And you’d be such a little slut you’d be trying to lean back and rub up against me you’d be squirming wanting more contact but I would put my hand on your hip and squeeze you so hard, holding you away from me and you would feel yourself being bruised and marked on your hip just like I was marking your neck, but I wouldn’t let you make any other contact with me. You’d be moaning and squirming because I’d be so close, but I’d make you wait. Jesus. Can’t you just imagine how hot that would be? I’d be marking you as my bitch, but holding out on you because you weren’t begging for it yet.” Dean described his lust filled thoughts to his little brother.
“God, yes. I want to be your bitch and have you mark me so that everyone knows it,” Sam said shakily, not quite knowing how he was managing to stay on his feet, but looking at himself in the mirror and his eyes were starting to get a little bit of a glazed look and his mouth was open slightly and he was breathing short and shallow little breaths just imagining Dean sucking on his neck and gripping his hip so hard he bruised him. ‘Fuck yes!’ he’d be Dean’s bitch in a minute. Truth be told, he had always been Dean’s bitch, and with so little time left, he just wished that his brother had looked closer before now. Sam was glad that he had pushed the issue by making those first two calls to Dean, and even though he had freaked out a little earlier when he realized that Dean knew it had been him, he was glad they were actually doing this.
“Just wait a little bit longer, okay? First I want you to suck your fingers on one hand, while you pinch your nipples with the other, and then switch. Get those nubs hard. Are they wet? Blow on them to make them harder and stand right up. God, Sam, I wish I had bought nipple clamps for you. The thought of you wearing those panties and nipple clamps has me so fucking hard right now, I can almost taste how good your ass is going to be when I spread your cheeks and slide my tongue in it for the first time. Oooh, and if you were on your knees and had clamps on your nipples and I could give just a little tug on the chain to get your attention, God, that would be awesome!”
“Shit, Dean! Are you trying to make me come without even touching myself? Because dude, if you keep it up….” Sam trailed off not knowing what he was going to need to say to get his brother to let him fist those panties around his cock and jerk himself till he was spilling a load of cum into the panties that already were full of Dean’s come, along with that of some girl that Sam had conveniently even forgotten about despite the fact that he was clearly holding girl’s pink panties in his hand. Ever since he realized his brother’s juices had soaked those panties that was all he could think about. That, and how hot it would be if it were his and Dean’s come, both absorbed into the satin.
And then Sam knew what it was going to take, he swallowed and told Dean, “Please, daddy. I want to be your bitch and I want to jack off for you and spill my load in here with yours, daddy. I want to be your little bitch so fucking bad. Please let me wrap them around my cock and stroke myself off. Please……? When I get done spilling my load in them, I’ll put them on so you can see that I am your little bitch and then you can come and fuck my tight sweet hole, please? I’ll be a good Kitty. Your little bitch. Okay. Dean? Can I?”
Bingo. Sammy was reduced to begging. And not just random begging, but calling Dean daddy and telling Dean he’d do anything if he could be Dean’s bitch. That was all that Dean could have wanted and more. Because listening to Sam beg and tell Dean that he wanted to be his bitch and that Dean was his daddy made Dean so fucking hard he almost spilled his load in his pants. He finally decided to let Sammy come. He had the idea that if Sammy came he’d be more relaxed when Dean got ready to fuck him, so this was all part of Dean’s diabolical plan of getting his big fat cock up his brother’s tight virgin ass. Of course, it was the first man-ass he’d ever be in either, but that was beside the point.
“Okay, then why don’t you do that and tell me how hot it looks with you doing that as you watch yourself in that mirror? Be sure to let me know when you are going to come; I want to know when you are shooting your load. Can you do that baby?” Dean told Sam, ready to sit back and let Sam talk to him and give him a play by play in that dirty voice that he had used on Dean back when Dean was still identifying that voice with a Mystery Caller.
And Sam didn’t disappoint: he whipped out that Mystery Caller voice and proceeded to tell Dean exactly what was what. “Thank you, daddy,” Sam started as he took his fist and wrapped those pink satin panties around his throbbing and dripping cock. “I just wrapped my hand around my cock; some of my juices are already soaking into the satin. Feels so fucking good. I am imagining that this is you wrapping those panties around my cock and jacking me off,” Sam continued.
“Keep talking, kitty, tell me more,” said Dean rubbing his cock through the denim of his pants.
“I am holding my cock really hard right now, Dean. I’ve never fucked a guy in the ass before, but daddy, if you’d ever let me fuck you in the ass, I’d like to think that your tight fucking hole would feel like satin too. I know that when you come back tonight, I’m going to let you fuck me in my tight ass, and I hope you like it even more than me fisting my cock with these fucking ridiculous pink panties. Daddy, I want your cock in my ass so fucking bad, I’ll do anything, even put these panties on so I can show you that I really am your little bitch, but before I put them on, I want to dump my load in them so I can show you that I really am yours and that we belong together.” Sam told Dean all of this as he jerked himself slowly but firmly.
“Okay, baby boy. That is so good; I love it when you call me daddy and tell me that you are my little bitch. You love that too, I can tell, but I want you to come for me now, can you do that boy? Come for daddy? In the panties, come on, baby, jack yourself for me. Imagine how hot it would be if I was standing there watching you do that. Would you like to jack yourself off in front of me, Sam? How hot would that be? Come for me….” Dean whispered to Sam, telling him how turned on he was and how much he wished he was in the room with him, basically instead of sitting in his car just out of sight of the room.
Sam didn’t answer; he just increased the rhythm of his hand on his cock imagining if it was Dean doing that to him, or maybe even doing that to himself while he was on his knees in front of Dean and sucking his brother’s big fat cock. He was getting close, lost in his fantasies and breathing hard and moaning some.
“Talk to me, Sammy. You getting close?” Dean asked.
“God. Dean. Feels so good. Wish you were the one jacking my cock. Fuck, I want you to touch me everywhere, I want to come because you are holding my cock or fucking my ass, or letting me suck your cock, fuck Dean….Now, I’m gonna come now!”
“Come on, baby, come on, and give it up for daddy. Ooh, daddy wants you to come so bad. Come on, come on…now,” Dean commanded Sam in a soft whispering voice, just waiting to hear Sam completely lose it.
“Oh, fuck. Dean…………..” Sam stammered as he came so fucking hard standing there watching himself, knowing that Dean was on the other end of the phone listening and that he was going to come into that room any time now and prep his ass and fuck him good. “So fucking good. Dean, so fucking good. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe how big my load was, these panties are fucking soaked,” Sam laughed out loud, while trying to catch his breath after dumping a monster load in the panties with Dean’s come in them too.
“Fuck, Sam. Jesus, I could imagine every bit of that. So fucking nasty. Holy fucking shit, brother, do you know how much I want to come in that room right now and slick you up and bend you over and fuck your sweet, tight ass? Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Dean asked Sam not really expecting an answer.
“I have an idea, Dean. I really do, because I totally want you to come in this room and fuck me senseless until I am nothing but a pile of goo and you have fucked me inside out.”
“You know what you have to do for me, don’t you, baby?” Dean spoke into the phone quietly.
“Yes, daddy. I am putting them on right now,” Sam spoke into the phone.
Dean swallowed and asked Sam, “Fuck, how do they look?”
“Why don’t you come and see for yourself?” Sam replied.
“Sam, you turn and face the door, wearing those panties and don’t you dare cover yourself up. I want to see you when I walk in that room, do you hear me?” Dean told Sam, a little bit of his aggressiveness back, no doubt as a result of imagining what Sam had been doing to himself, but not yet having any relief of his own.
“Yes, daddy. I will stand where you can see me and I won’t cover myself, because I want you to see that I am your bitch,” Sam said to his brother as he turned and faced the door and clasped his hands together behind his back so he wouldn’t be tempted to cover him self up and disappoint his daddy.
“Just wait there and don’t move a muscle. I’m hanging up now,” Dean told Sam.
Sam stood there in that motel room in come coated pink panties waiting for his brother, and was practically shaking because he was so excited for his brother to see him like that. He was scared and nervous and so fucking turned on all at the same time, even though he had just shot a hot load, his cock was already starting to fill again in anticipation of Dean showing up and seeing his bitch standing before him.
Sam waited what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes. He heard the rumble of the Impala’s motor, and then silence followed by the door of the heavy American muscle car closing, and then he heard the key in the door and then the door started to open….
Hello Kitty - Daddy's Home
