Panty Trap Part 21
While donning the soft, rosy lace panties, I discovered the lace rubbing against my manhood and the lace seam between my buttocks had triggered a pleasurable sensation. Unfamiliar with wearing form-fitting underwear for quite some time, this new sensation was intriguing down there. I inspected my appearance in a full-length mirror in the closet provided for outfit changes and admired the lace tent over my member.
Before I knew it, my captor appeared in the doorway, a wicked grin adorning her face, interrupting my self-indulgence.
"You're a naughty man, aren't you?" she remarked, smirking.
"I couldn't help it," I replied, légitimating my actions. She unexpectedly pushed my body deeper into the closet and grabbed hold of the clothes surrounding a wooden rack filled with leather straps, fastening my wrists with cuffs, holding them over my head. My cock was suddenly at her mercy.
I looked somewhat apprehensive and questioned her actions but her expression indicated no sign of remorse. That didn't bother her, as she gazed at me with delight and beckoned me to look at my coat-covered bulge, engulfed in lace. She smirked and said,
"You're really into frilly panties, huh?" I blushed, embarrassed by her statement.
"No, I've never actually tried this before," I justified. Eager to partake in her playful experience, I felt my breathing quicken just in anticipation.
She unzipped her black dress, allowing the garment to slip down her beautiful form. My eyes were glued to her motion as I beheld her in a sinfully alluring strapless bra and lace panties. As she approached the desk, I instinctively attempted to reach for her, but I was stopped by the wrist restraints, infuriating me. However, my cock throbbed with desire, wishing to caress her. Instead, her fingers teased my sensitive cock beneath the cloth.
"Do you like that?" she whispered aurally, unbeknownst to me.
"Yes," I whimpered, experiencing electric sensations run through me.
She then took off her panties, revealing wetness and an undeniable scent, presenting both to me. I inhaled deeply, one by one, suffocating myself with her heavenly scent. As a result, my cock pulsated violently beneath the pink lace, clearly craving release.
"Like it?" she asked again with a sly grin.
"Yes," I moaned.
With a seated position and her legs splayed, she brought herself to climax while twisting and arching her back. When she completed her orgasm, her breath heaved and her eyes glazed over as she smiled in contentment and removed her wet panties before me. I was intoxicated by the wafting aroma of her arousal, making my arousal surge to unexpected heights.
"Oh my god!" I cried, exposing my arousal through strained breath.
"Do you like it?" she asked again, naughtiness in her words.
"Very much," I whimpered quietly.
"Your turn," she said, nodding. I watched as she tossed her own wet panties into the corner, not knowing how to proceed with myself. Aroused intentionally for her pleasure, she casually pulled her bra's back tie and dropped it to the side.
With her eyes piercing mine once more, her strapless bra was lowered ever so slowly, invitingly. An appearance of satisfied tautness amazed me, then catching her breath.
"Mmm...mmmm," she murmured, touching herself.
"Is this for my enjoyment?" I inquired, a hint of eagerness in my voice.
"Mmhmm, I did this just for you," she smiled. She then stood up, and staring right into my eyes, she started mastering her climax. "Mmm...mmm," she moaned in pleasure, arousing me upon witnessing the climax.
Her knee-trembling body jolted repeatedly and she threw back her head. "Oh fuck!" she screamed as she climaxed. This sight caused me to gasp, sigh, and confessed my renewed state of arousal, "Oh fuck..."
She was panting from the climax and her wet panties were dropped in front of my nose, presenting an intense olfactory experience: the visual and smell together heightening my arousal.
"Do you like?" she asked the third time, smirking.
"I love it!" I replied urgently
"Oh please, yes!" I panted through my pent-up arousal. "Your scent is so enticing."
She threw another wicked smirk my way and said, "Well, if you like the scent, you'll adore the taste. Open your mouth, sweetie." A small part of me yearned to rebel, but I was far too lost in the heat to refuse. I did as instructed, and she shoved the moist crotch of her panties into my mouth. My taste buds were bombarded with the taste of her wetness.
This whole situation was humiliating and thrilling at the same time. It was inexplicable.
Once I was gagged, she focused on my pelvic area. She glanced down and noticed a smudge of precum on the tip of my dick. It was the size of a quarter and growing. I watched as another drop seeped through the porous lace before dripping and being absorbed by my underwear.
She slightly shook her head and murmured, "What a rebel, wetting your panties." I attempted to respond but then remembered I couldn't because my mouth was filled with her panties. She chuckled at the sound of my muffled words.
She then focused on my cock and enclosed her palm around it. I was in ecstasy as she began to stroke me. She stroked my member slowly, knowing that too much would lead to an immediate climax. She stroked my dick several times, bringing me to the brink of explosion only to release the pressure, allowing me to maintain my desire. It was heavenly but maddening at the same time. I was on the edge, about to erupt, yet I yearned for the bliss her taunting was creating.
She peered up at me and stared into my eyes while she licked her lips seductively. This made my arousal flare even more, prompting my stiffened cock to throb and my balls to ache. She giggled after hearing my panty-filled plea.
She returned to my erection and caressed my balls. I assumed I couldn't get any bigger, but I quickly learned that I had erred. The pressure in my aching balls leader to a surge down into my rod. My dick felt like an overinflated hose, ready to explode. And it nearly did as precum leaked out of the tip and soaked my underwear. I felt a steady trickle of pre-cum dripping down to the waistband. A dull ache had developed as we undertook this foreplay, but it had transformed into a very noticeable ache and I saw sweat beading up on my forehead as I begged, silently, inwardly for relief.
As I thought I might finally get some release, she let go of my balls, letting me simmer. While she enjoyed my agony, she perched back on the stool and spread her legs, exposing her shaven pussy. The sight of her wet, glistening pussy elicited another rush of arousal. I couldn't help but notice that she was already soaked from her previous masturbation.
She remarked, "You've got me going again." She offered me a seductive smirk before positioning her fingers inside her pussy and finger-fucking herself to a third climax. I couldn't help but watch and pull against my bonds as I longed for the release her fingering suggested.
After her third climax, she stood up and approached me, grabbing her wet fingers. She rubbed the moisture together and swiped a drop on the tip of my nose. With each passing second, my desire grew, making my cock throb uncontrollably. I couldn't remember a time that I yearned for release more than now. My aroused rod and balls ached with a desperation that was almost painful. If I could use my voice, I may have begged for some relief.
She noticed my longing in my eyes, and before using her fingers for another## Her third climax
," she quipped, "I'll have to put a stop to that." Then, about to dive her fingers into her juicy pussy, she paused and unclipped the strapless black bra she wore. Her breasts bounced into view as she tossed the bra aside. I had never imagined my cock could combust without physical stimulation, but witnessing this gorgeous woman undress after masturbating and relentlessly teasing my dick, I was starting to believe it was a genuine possibility.
"Mmmh," I moaned into my panty gag as I watched her fingers return to her pussy, guiding her to yet another orgasm. As she settled after reaching her final climax, she casually walked up to me and dabbed some of her essence on the tip of my nose. My raging arousal was still at an all-time high, with my cock rock hard and my balls throbbing in anticipation. I could barely contain my pleads in my panty-filled mouth.
She teased, "My, your cock feels like a blimp."
She flashed me a sugary grin that triggered shivers and goosebumps throughout my body, as she once more enclosed her hand over my raging erection. Her increasing pace of strokes left my penis tingling and swelling out of control in an instant, and I uttered sighs into my gag, ecstatic about finally getting some release. More blissfulness seeped in as I perceived the tension mount and my testicles gathering for the ultimate moment. I tilted my head back in readiness for the delightful experience that was about to ensue. But just as I'm all set for what seems like the most ecstatic orgasm I've had in a while, she STOPPED STRATigung!!!
For a millisecond, I assumed it was merely another example of teasing me at the very edge until I perceived my penis twitch feebly a few times and I glanced down and noticed a rather feeble stream of sperm oozing out of it. I lunged forward in an attempt to grasp her hand or anything to deliver some stimulation, but she rapidly stepped back, observing me with a look of malicious delight on her face.
As I felt the cum drip from my crotch down my inner thighs, she offered me a flirtatious smirk before proclaiming, "Too bad, baby. Perhaps next time." She then extended her fingers and smeared the sperm all over the front of my underwear. She then gazed at my fiercely erect phallus and uttered a sly smirk prior to slipping her palms up and down it. I groaned against my gag as she rubbed vigorously in a way that merely moments before would have given me a mind-blowing climax. Instead, all I got now were more achings in the groin region.
After tormenting me for a few minutes in this manner, she loosened her grip and quipped, "Guess I need to clean up after fingering myself twice now." She then rotated towards the exit and jutted out of the storage room. As my bathroom door shut, and the sound of running pipes reverberated throughout the house, I pondered my next steps.
