Okay, I'd call this porn but it does have a plot. And its Mindy learning about another facet of sexuality to there is a point to it all beyond raw sex. Plus, you all (and myself, obviously) seem to be enjoying this story. So, the ride continues. Dedicated to Jschmidt3 for, well, absolutely everything. Without her, this series may never have continued. And extra thanks to her for also for providing a little bit of visual inspiration.

Panties….

I'd just finished explaining my new training plan to Dave when he just exploded.

"You want me to do what?" Dave asked incredulously.

"I want you to tell me what color my panties are." I said patiently. "Every day for ten days. While I'm out and about in the city. The number of times you are right will determine your score."

"And how in the fuck am I supposed to do that?" Dave pushed. "Pull your skirt up in public or something?"

"No!" I squeaked. "If you try that, I'll smack you. HARD." I said. "Here's the thing. You suck at hiding. Or being inconspicuous. Even when you aren't wearing the large green condom that is your super suit. Sometimes you need to spy on the criminals and you're terrible at it. But I figured that if you could tail me around and manage to figure out what color panties I was wearing each day, then you would have learned the benefits of not being seen."

I had to giggle for a moment as the Monty Python sketch ran though my head. It's fucking hilarious. Seriously. Go look it up on YouTube or something. I'll wait.

I said to go watch the fucking video, so go do it. Now! And laugh, damn it.

Are you back? Good.

"It's going to be impossible to sneak up on you." Dave went on. "You'll be watching out for me. Why don't I just do this to some other woman?"

My eyes went frosty. "Because that would be fucking creepy. You have my permission to up skirt me, okay? That makes it non sicko. In fact, I'm willing to admit that I'm kind of excited by the idea of you doing it. But you do not have anyone else's permission. So if I ever find out you've put this training to some non-Mindy panty based use, then you'll get to figure out how in the fuck those eunuchs in Game of Thrones manage to piss without their dicks. Got it?" He nodded warily and I went on. "Good then. Ten days, ten pairs. I don't expect you to get all of them so I've a system of rewards. If you get three, I'll make dinner. Five and I'll clean the living room. And if you get seven, then I'll clean the bathroom. But any prize you miss, you'll have to do." I grinned at him. There was no way he was going to get more than two and since it was technically already my turn to clean the safe house, I was looking forward to getting out of it."

"What if I get all ten?" he asked.

I laughed. "You're not going to get all ten."

"But what if I do?" he insisted.

"If you get all ten, I'll do anything you fucking want." I said, feeling generous because I'd never have to pay up. But then my eyes narrowed as I considered the benefits to this final prize. "But that also means that if you fail, you have to do anything that I want. Think carefully, dipshit. Are you willing to raise the stakes like that?"

Dave looked at me, obviously weighing the risk. He knew that missing just one pair would allow me to torture the living fuck out of him for a few days. Not seriously torture of course. But I'd make him do all the dirty work, run up the stairs of The Empire State Building, and a few other things like that. "No holds barred? Whatever I can come up with I can do to win?" he asked.

"You can do anything you can think of." I said. "You're still going to fail and I'm going to own your ass."

"I'll take the risk then." He said.

"It's your funeral, dumb shit."

The next day I put in a regular pair of my favorite purple panties and a very short skirt. If I even bent over a little bit, he'd get enough of a peek to identify them without having to get between my legs or anything. I wanted to give him a chance so as to build up his hopes only to smash them back down later. It would be more fun that way. I spent the required few hours carefully walking over sewer grates, climbing fire escapes and stairs. I even went up the glass elevator in the mall. It actually turned me on a bit that someone other than Dave might see them. Maybe brighten some guy's day or some shit like that. But try as I might, I didn't see Dave once. Resigned to having to find even easier ways for him to spot my panties, I trudged on home.

When I got there, Dave was sitting the couch playing Call of Duty. And losing which oddly pissed me off even more. I just stared at him disgusted. "Look Dave, I know this isn't going to be easy but I thought you'd at least try to…"

The fucker cut me off in the middle of my sentence. "Purple lace."

"What?" I said, incredulously.

"You're wearing purple lace. And so transparent that I can see that little sprig of pubic hair through the front. Now hand them over." He said, not even looking up from his game.

Figuring that either it was a lucky guess (they were my favorite pair) or that he might have seen them when I dropped my keys before I left, I obligingly reached under my skirt, tugged them off, and threw them at him. "I made it easy today, numb nuts. Tomorrow it's game on."

"Sounds good." he said and went right back to losing his game.

Bastard.

Over the next week, I made it progressively harder for him to catch a glimpse of my panties. I started with longer skirts but that didn't help one fucking bit. Each day I came home and had to peel off yet another pair while staring at his shit eating grin. He was having a blast. In fact, he'd even started pinning them to the fucking wall so I could see how close I was getting to losing this suck ass bet. Soon, it was guaranteed that I would be making dinner. I started to think that maybe the bright colors were helping him so I tried dark navy blue next figuring that it would be too dark for him to see clearly and that he would think they were black. Then I'd get out of the final consequence. But I had no fucking luck and try as I might, I couldn't even catch him following me. He had no problem identifying them the moment I came back through the door and they quickly joined the selection on the wall which just hung there and taunted me. I was starting to panic as I got closer to cleaning first the apartment and then the bathroom, I tried wearing panties that were so small that he'd have needed to look up my skirt with a flashlight and a rifle scope to see them. Plus I made them match my skirt in the hopes that they would blend in. He still identified every pair. Part of me wanted to get mad at all of this but when I took a deep breath, I had to admit two things to myself. First of all, I wanted him to outsmart me. That was the entire fucking purpose of this test. And second… Well, I was really starting to get off on the idea of him seeing me so intimately every day. The feeling was somewhat up in the air on anyone else seeing me that way but there was a certain thrill that as long as I was seen on my terms, it was still fun. I had to be in control of what I showed or didn't show to the world. But Dave was my man so with him, all bets were off. I hated to admit it but we were having a lot of fun with this so I didn't mind him seeing every single inch of me in the slightest. Still, the thought of having to do whatever Dave asked at the end was needling at me so I still didn't want him to get all ten. Cleaning the bathroom wasn't such a big deal, it was actually my turn. But I didn't trust him not to come up with something truly evil for me to do if he won the grand prize. So, I started playing dirty.

On day eight, I took an old thong and cut off the top part of it. It was basically just a band of elastic around my waist. I paired it with a regular pair of low rise panties but made sure that when I left the apartment, he easily saw the elastic of the former thong showing above my skirt in the back. It was really raining out and I hoped he'd get lazy and not bother following me since he already thought he knew what I had on. But I came home that afternoon to be greeted by 'lilac low rise.. only two more and I own your ass!' crowed out to me by an exuberant Dave. I grudgingly dug them out from under a skirt so voluminous that a nun would have found her habit obscene by comparison and handed them over. Then, grumbling, I went into the bedroom to come up with a new plan for the next day.

I walked out the next morning wearing overalls.

Seriously, I was wearing fucking overalls. Take a minute and imagine that. I'll wait.

That's a lot of fucking laughter…

Oh, shit, it's not that funny, is it?

Fuck. It is. Damn it, I'd cut something off of you for laughing so hard but I have to admit it's just as funny as you think it is.

I looked absolutely absurd in them but I was not losing cock sucking bet. When I came out of the bedroom in them, I stared him in the eye, daring him to object or claim I was cheating or even just to fucking laugh at me. You know, like you did a minute ago. But he just shrugged his shoulders and I headed out to the required two hour walk to give him an opportunity to, fuck it, I don't know… Learn how to see through shit like Superman maybe? This one had to be fucking impossible. Feeling over confidant, I even gave him an extra fifteen minutes before I headed back to the safe house. But once again, I came home to find that Dave had figured it out.

"Black thong" he said. "That's nine. Do you want to call this off now or are you still up for number ten?"

I took a deep breath and thought about it. He was giving me an out and I was really tempted to take it. We could call it a draw and I wouldn't have to officially lose. But there had been one other thought that had been growing inside of me over the last week. What in the fuck would he make me do if I lost? I knew it wouldn't be like the crap I'd do to him. In fact, whatever that pervy little brain of his came up with might actually be fun. Still, it wasn't in my nature to completely give in so I decided to make one last proper try to keep my panties secret. If I won, fine. If he won, well, maybe fun. I thought about it all night and came up with a sure fire, no way in hell it could fail, perfect plan. With it solidly in mind, I headed out the door that next morning without a backwards glance.

That last day felt even naughtier than any of my other attempts because I couldn't decide if I wanted to win or if I wanted to lose. And the entire time my cautious side warred with my wild side. As I walked down the street in a normal length skirt, I found myself giving little glimpses down below just in case Dave might be there to see me and then snatched my legs back shut before the cold wind could blow past my pussy too much. I was so turned on at the very possibility that I might be seen that I was absolutely soaked. I was actually surprised I wasn't making some sort of squishy noise when I walked. I felt every little draft of air on my hot little crack because the final perfect plan to beat Dave had been to go commando. No panties, no way to guess. Underneath a floaty kind of skirt that could have been whipped around my head by the weakest of windstorms, I was bare as when I was born.

Breathless, I went back to the safe house and walked quietly inside inside. At that point, I didn't care if I'd won or lost. I just wanted to go into the bedroom and fingerfuck myself to orgasm.

Dave sat on the couch quietly. There wasn't any music playing and the TV didn't have a movie or a game blasting on it for once. "Can you handle losing?" he asked cautiously. I looked at him, breathless because I could tell that his cock was hard inside of his pants and that whatever my forfeit would be for losing, I'd at least get a good fucking. So, I nodded that yes, I could handle it. Then, hungrily, he looked at me and said "Today you aren't wearing any panties. You lose."

The blood drained out of my face but I think my cunt actually got a little bit wetter. I just stood there, waiting for his next move. After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up and led me into the bedroom. As we went past my panty wall of shame, he tugged the pair of purple lace ones off the wall. They were the ones from the very first day. When we got to the bed, he handed them to me and said 'I've been waiting this whole time to see these on you again. So, to start, take everything else off and put those on. Now." His voice was different, It was more commanding that Dave had ever been in the bedroom before. And while normally I liked being in control, I knew that tonight it was his turn. And in keeping with the spirit of the bet and some strange little pangs of desire in me that I'd never felt before, I did exactly as he asked, slowly dragging out each movement as I stripped and then doing lots of unnecessary bending and flexing while putting on those purple panties back on. When I bent over all the way with my ass toward him, I'm sure he noticed my juices glistening on my open little slit from behind.

He had me sit down on the bed and stripped off his own clothing before he climbed on the bed next to me. "I love seeing you in panties. Especially those. Seeing your sweet little pussy pushing against lace or satin or cotton. Seeing the wet spot that forms in your crotch when you're really turned on. Tell me. Did you like being watched by me?" he asked. I nodded hungrily. "Did you like knowing that I'd see you every single day?" I actually blushed, but nodded because it had felt amazing. He grinned. "Good. Then what I'm going to do is to sit here and watch you for a while. I want to see you touch yourself. But only where I say you can. Start with your breasts…. Your nipples…"

The effect of only being able to touch what Dave gave me permission to touch was huge. Wordlessly I did as he had instructed. I skimmed my hands along the sides of my breasts and then cupped them. I squeezed them gently, rolling them in my hands. I showed them to Dave, squeezing a nipple so that he could see it crinkle up and harden in my finger. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to touch and thought that maybe if I upped the stakes, he'd grab me and fuck me. So I started to slide a hand toward my pussy.

Dave barked out an answer to my attempt. "No!" he said and it shot inside me like a little ball of happy. "Not yet" he said a little more gently. Not until I give you permission."

Grinding my teeth in frustration, I moved my hands back up to my breasts and began to play with them even more. I wanted him to ache to touch them, to break down and just grab me. Dave leaned close and just watched, not missing a single shiver of my skin or the beginnings of a soft little moan. I was getting wetter and wetter and was almost squirming with the need to touch my pussy when he spoke again.

"You can touch between your legs. But just the outside of the panties for now." He said. "Not inside. Oh, and no touching your clit. You are not allowed to cum until I give permission."

I groaned but obeyed. Trying to look as naughty as possible, I slid my fingers down to my crotch and teased myself by playing with the lace that surrounded my pussy. It was soaked clean through. If I hadn't been wearing those purple lace panties, I figured that there would be an actual puddle under my pussy by now. I ran my fingers down and up my slit against the lacy fabric. Then, daringly, I pushed the gusset of my panties inside of me as far as I could and then edged it to the side to show him how wet I was. But I didn't try to touch my pussy with my fingertips. I didn't have permission yet and there was no way I was going to fuck with the rules of this little game. It had struck something inside me that I hadn't felt before. I tried to hide my grin when Dave couldn't take it anymore and reached out a hand to tug my panties to the side. I'd done it. I'd made him NEED more. I flushed as my slick little pussy was revealed for him to see. I pushed myself toward his touch a little bit but he just pulled his hand away before I could get anything going. Completely exposed now, I ran my fingertips along my labia and between my inner and outer folds, figuring I'd been given the okay by his actions. I dared him to touch me again with my eyes. I got myself wetter and wetter. And while I did it, I watched Dave's eyes. Desire grew in them and it made me get even hornier. Soon I nothing in the world mattered but how much I wanted to cum. I wanted to explode while he watched and then I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted him to just let go and lose himself in me. But Dave just leaned back and watched me play. He was making me wait and it was strangely delicious. As I slowly tortured myself, Dave broke from his pose a little bit by lowering himself down between my legs to watch more closely. I froze for just a moment before I could continue. This was even more intimate than when he'd eat me out. I could feel his eyes and his breath on my skin. Suddenly, him looking at me that closely wasn't enough. He couldn't see everything and I needed him to see all of me. So I used two fingers to stretch myself open to his gaze and give him a view inside me. They kind of slipped loose when I did that so I started to insert my fingers inside again to better open myself up when Dave shook his head.

"Not until I give you permission." He said. "Keep running your finders around your opening. I want to see your fingers clench when you want more." Then, while he stared right into my snatch, I saw him slide his hand down and started stroking his cock. My pussy clenched, hard. I could have sworn I heard it make a little squish noise. And I almost cried out for him to stop. Because I didn't want his hand on his cock. I wanted my hand. Or my mouth. Or my pussy. Or somehow all three at the same fucking time. I wanted to touch him and I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to move past this agony to ecstasy. But he'd won the bet and still hadn't given me permission to touch any more of myself so I continued to play with the opening to my vagina, showing Dave as much of me as I could in the hopes that he would just give in and fuck me. After what seemed like forever, he finally nodded a yes. "Your fingers can go inside. And they can open you up. Show me everything. Now."

I plunged my fingers into my pussy immediately and then stretched them wide so he could see the pink middle. The stretch of the panties against one leg made what I was showing him somehow naughtier. I saw his eyes move back and forth and I knew he felt the same way. I felt his hot breath on my wet pussy and it felt just like the wind had when I'd been out on the street without any panties earlier. No longer concerned with being modest, I shoved two fingers into my pussy and then three, angling them up to hit my g spot. My other hand held those panties completely out of the way and I could feel the soaked fabric pull at the crack between my ass cheeks. Then I rubbed my pussy harder and harder, making sure he could see my slit stretch and open under his gaze. When I shoved my fingers deep inside, the labia kind of bunched up around them and Dave would inhale just a little bit. And the wet sucking noises as my fingers hammered in and out was unworldly. It should have made me self conscious but I reveled in every tiny noise. And while I did it, I stared into Dave's face and used my eyes to dare him to crawl up and fuck me. It was time and I needed him so bad. But he still just lay there staring right inside of me so I rubbed harder, opened myself more, begged him with my fingers to fuck me.. My breathing was getting ragged but he'd said that I couldn't cum without touching my clit and even thought normally that wouldn't have been true, my body knew that today, I had to wait. "Please." I begged, shocked at the tone in my voice. Hit Girl doesn't beg. But that's what I was doing. I was shamelessly begging him to go further. "Now? Can I touch my clit? Please…." Seeing my desperation, he nodded and I quickly used one hand to frantically rub my clit while the other one shoved itself deep inside me. My fingers pumped in and out while I moved my entire pussy around, trying to get more sensations. I pressed hard against my center while rubbing my clit in frantic circles. All the while I was doing it, Dave was just staring deep inside of me. I was getting really close to cumming but still didn't have permission and I wanted to scream for that release. I kept myself on the edge and begged again. "Please let me cum. Please. I want to so bad."

Dave pulled himself so his face was only a couple of inches from my pussy. "You may cum for me now, my purple angel. Cum while my eyes see everything. Let me see your muscles tense and release in your orgasm."

Finally released from restraint, it didn't take me more than a few more rubs to explode. I'd been on the edge of cumming for so long that I just had to jump over the cliff. When the orgasm took me, I squeezed my legs together frantically while the orgasm pulsed through my body. I may have screamed. I really don't know. And then the orgasm slowed a bit and my legs relaxed. Suddenly bashful at his eyes staring at my spasming pussy, I covered it with my hand and tried to roll away from him. He reached out and held my leg firmly and then gently moved my hand away from my box so he see every twitch. I gave in and just let my legs fall open wantonly. Let him see. Let him stare. I was his and he was mine. Finally the orgasm slowed even more and my muscles relaxed.

After some sort of deep breath, Dave reached out to finally touch me. His hands moved up to my wet opening first and brushed against it before moving to the side and pulling the crotch of my panties back over my pussy. No! It couldn't be over. I almost have cried out, I wanted him so much. In fact, I might have just grabbed him and forced him to fuck me except that his other hand moved between my legs and then hands gripped the soaked lace cloth firmly. Then with a quick rip, Dave had opened a hold right where my pussy opened up. He could see my 'hole' right through the hole in my panties, if you get what I mean... Then he crawled up me and with one thrust, buried himself in my pussy, pushing through the torn opening in my panties and forcing a bit of the fabric inside me with his dick. I immediately came again because of how wonderful and slutty it made me feel. He was fucking me right through my panties. Then he proceeded to fuck me solidly, first on top. Then he pulled out and turned me over, pulling me up onto his cock. He again made certain to push his cock through the ripped hold in my panty crotch before it went into my pussy. Again I could feel the scratchy lace rubbing against my labia as he pushed in and rammed me from behind, first slowly, and then frantically. I could tell he was starting to lose control and started moaning about how he was fucking me right through our favorite pair of purple panties. His thrusts got harder but more erratic as he fought to retain control of himself but slowly lost it. Then, daring, one final step, I said probably the most submissive thing I've ever said.

"Dave? Your little fuck doll needs cum in her pussy. Fill me. Please, baby…"

With a shout, he buried himself in me one last time and came. Cum shot into my pussy and flowed around cock as he pushed inside a few more times before the feelings were too much and he slowed. As we collapsed onto the bed, I could feel his cum trickling out of me and somehow getting those drenched panties even dirtier. After a few minutes and with orgasmic aftershocks still pulsing through me, he pulled out of me and then with a wink then slipped those panties off of my legs to clutch them tightly.

"Mine." He said possessively and I knew that he meant both me and my destroyed underwear.

"Yours." I said, slipping into his arms and letting myself finally relax. A little while later, I started to get curious on how in the fuck he had won the bet. "By the way, I never even saw you following me once. But you always knew what I had on. How in the fuck did you figure out what panties I was wearing every single day?"

Dave's mood dimmed a little bit. "You promise not to be mad?" he asked tentatively.

I laughed. "That was the best orgasm of my entire life. I don't care what in the fuck you did to win the bet. I promise not to be mad. That experience was worth absolutely anything."

Dave relaxed a little. "Well, you said no rules and I really wanted to win the bet, so I hid a camera in the bedroom. I watched you get ready each day. That's how I knew what panties you'd chosen."

My breath caught. He'd been watching? Watching me move and stretch and dress… But I wasn't upset. Not in the least. The knowledge that he'd been watching me so intimately for over a week made my exhausted pussy contract. Holy fuck, would this orgasm ever end? I was surprised that I liked being watched but I certainly couldn't deny it. Then I had another thought. A naughty one. "Did you do anything while you were watching? Anything extra maybe?" I hinted. I knew what he must have been doing but I wanted him to say it.

He sounded bashful. "I might have masturbated a few times… Sorry, the temptation…"

"A few?" I asked knowingly.

"Every day. I did it every day. I even looked at the panties you'd worn the day before. The ones that were still damp from your hot pussy. And I came like mad. Is that okay?" he asked.

"It was very okay. In fact, I'd be insulted if you hadn't had to make yourself cum." I grinned at him. "I don't know why but I really liked you watching me this week. Go ahead and leave the camera in place. I'll make sure that from time to time, you get a really good show… but this time when I do it, you don't get to cum until I give permission. You will have to wait for me to give you release. And when you do, you have to let me watch you cum."