The Tale of the Panty Thief - Sex Stories

The Tale of the Panty Thief

... shoulders. I nuzzle your hands and dare look up to see the intent and wonderful look of lustful anticipation on your face. Emboldened, I slip the last button through the eye and slowly lower the zipper on your pants. "You are already hard for me," I murmur as the thick bulge of your manhood comes into view. Instinctively, I lick my lips, wetting them in silent preparation. You hiss inwardly as I pull your pants and shorts down and then, with an almost ponderous motion, your erection swings upward, standing proudly before me, "That's it, Lacey. Suck me. Show me how much you want it, baby." I nod in affirmation. How could I ever deny such a request? My tongue quickly flicks out, glossing my lips. I part them slightly and slide down, over the thick and purple head. I hear you gasp as my mouth encircles you. You hold on my shoulders tightens and I can feel your growing urge to pull me close and thrust into me as it coils in your chest. My tongue flattens and slithers under you as I prepare for your lancing thrust, but it doesn't come. Your body relaxes and I glow with pleasure as you grant me the honor of control. I resolve to to be worthy of you and keep my hands behind my back as I slide deeper along your length. Moisture fills my mouth, lubricating your tumescent shaft. I get no more than half way to my goal before your crown reaches the constricting tightness of my throat. I whimper around your hardness and withdraw, leaving your skin wet and glistening as it slides out from ...

... between my lips. I look up at you with just your bulbous head on my tongue. Then I push down again, harder and with a purpose. I hear your sudden intake of breath as I do and I answer it with a secret flush of hot moisture between my thighs. More wetness fills my mouth as I suck you faster, bobbing my head as my lips take the long journey up and down the length of your cock. My brown hair flicks against your skin each time you reach the back of my throat. Soon, I taste the first sign of your arousal. Small droplets of your nectar leak into my mouth and my pulse races at what that taste implies. I know my touch is having its affect on you now, With another strong suck, you bump the back of my throat again. This time, I cock my head and swallow hard, accepting you deeply, completely into my depths. Your hands rise and your fingers entwine in my hair, holding me tightly as my muscles milk your shaft. Then I withdraw, gasping for air. My face is red with effort and my eyes water, but I am proud to have pleased you. I pull off your rampant erection to give you the choice of how you would reach Nirvana. "Should I continue to suck you, baby? Or would you rather be inside me when you cum?" I sense you would be happy to let me choose, but you know my choice would only be to please you and to fulfill your desire. Gently, you urge me to my feet and kiss me hard. Your hands drop to my hips and you spin me around so that I am gripping the bathroom counter. I feel your hand on my back as ...