The Tale of the Panty Thief

Fantasy sex stories: The Tale of the Panty Thief. Author: LaceyChains. The story is including: Fantasy, Erotica, Male/Female, Written by women genres.

Fantasy sex stories: The Tale of the Panty Thief

Author: LaceyChains

I’m laying naked in my bath. I’ve just smoked half a joint and I’m feeling so very relaxed. My nipples are poking up like dark little buds perched high upon my breasts. I’ve just shaved my legs and whisked away the path of thick brown fur over my sex. Does seeing a girl shave turn you on, baby? I think seeing my bare skin appear from under the thickness of the cream is so very sexy.

I love watching you shave. Your face is perfect and your jaw seems sculpted from marble as you skim the stubble from your skin. I’ve never seen a man shave his pubes, but I might like it if ever you chose to do it for me. Oh my, but I am getting sidetracked.

Mmm. I slip my fingers over my clit as I consider how sexy you are. My soft touch sends a warm, almost electric pulse spreading into my belly. I look at you and smile, biting and sucking my bottom lip as our eyes make contact. I rub the sponge upward, over my belly and between my breasts. My chest rises and falls as I get more nervous, and more excited.

I see you standing in the bathroom doorway, leaning against it with your arms crossed over your chest. You are watching me with a smile I can’t quite decipher. I know what you are thinking though. Mmm, I squeeze my hands between my thighs as the thought of what you might do to me flashes through my mind. Do you like me teasing you? I wonder. Or do you think me terribly naughty. You might decide to put me over your knees….

Fuck, my toes actually curl at that thought. There you stand, all relaxed and smiling darkly as you watch me. I try to see if you are getting hard but you catch my gaze as it flicks down. I blush at being caught and sink lower in the tub. Now, my arms sneak up, modestly covering my breasts. I suddenly feel so very exposed, but I can’t help smiling at you.

Under the rim of the bath, where I hope you cannot see, I’m rubbing my clit. Just one finger making slow, lazy circles around it. I feel such a surge of pleasure that for a moment, I forget myself and a soft moan escapes my lips. You gaze at me with a growing hunger, I’m not fooling you a bit.

The thought of you fucking me has me hot, but I feel shy with you watching me in such a private and intimate moment. I mean, we barely know each other, yet here I lie, under the gossamer cover of these bubbles floating in my tub. I scrunch down, but then realize my knees only become more exposed… Are you a leg man? Maybe I’m just showing you more of what you desire.

Then I see your gaze shift. You are looking at the neat pile of my clothes. Your smile changes and my heart sinks and swells as I see what’s gathered your attention. I reach quickly, but you are faster and in that moment, my thin, weightless panties are in your hand, you smile brightly and give them a sniff…

Oh, fuck! I feel like I’ve been deeply invaded. They are such a personal thing. With my dew infused into its fabric, you hold them like they are a great prize. I whimper, but a surge of wanton desire floods into my body.

You look at me and beckon me with a single, curling finger. “Come, Lacey, don’t be shy. Come, stand before me,” you say softly, still gently fondling my panties.

The words carry a gentle command and, as my nature demands, I obey. Slowly, I rise in the bath. Water beads and runs down my body, while white streaks of running suds cling to me in the most unexpected places. The stark-white color of the suds stands out brightly on my bronze skin. I feel a powerful urge to cover myself, but I resist. Instead, I feed off of it, embracing the fearful throb in my chest. My heart pounds and for a moment, I cannot draw breath. Then, as it always does, my fear turns to a burning arousal.

This I don’t yet want you to know. If you did, you could use that knowledge to easily bend me to your will. Slowly, I step out. I hand you a thick, Terry-cloth towel and then I raise my arms and lock my hands behind my head. My eyes cast downward to your feet. “Dry me, if it would please you.” I say submissively.

You tower over me. At just 5’4″, I am a small thing, but you see that I am not frail. My arms and legs are defined and my belly is flat under my breasts. My eyes close as you begin chasing the remaining droplets with the towel. You pat me dry, from my throat to my calves, and then command me to turn for you, the process is repeated over my back, and with my face safely hidden, I smile, lovingly accepting your touch. I whimper again, happy to be there for your pleasure.

I feel the towel as you drape it over my shoulders. You pull me close and I shiver as you kiss my neck. “Mmmm, yes..” I sigh. Loving the warmth of your lips on my skin. In that moment, I am yours to have. A toy for your pleasure. A woman hot with need and the desire to please you. “Tell me baby, how do you want me? I need to know.”

I want you as you are,” you whisper. “I want you wet, and willing. I want you on your knees, gazing up at me.”

The smooth cadence of your voice soothes me and I turn, meeting your gaze. Your lips find mine, taking my breath away as the warmth of your lips eases mine apart. A flick of your tongue brushes my lips and then mine meets yours in a blissful dance of passion.

My breath quickens as I feel your hands urging me down. I kiss your chin and nibble along your jawline as I sink lower. Button after button, I open your shirt, kissing you as each one parts. I can smell your scent and it fills my heart with desire. I hear the gentle rustle of fabric as you cast your shift from your shoulders, but it is nothing more than an abstract thought as I reach my knees. My attention is now on your belt and the buttons of your slacks. Those last bits of clothing are all that separates the center of your masculinity from my touch.

I long to gaze into your eyes as I pull the leather tongue of your belt through the last loop. I tug for a moment and feel your body sway before the small metal tang comes free. Then, it lies open before me. I realize then that you have steadied yourself by gripping my 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 you bend me over. The marble feels cool on my breasts as they are crushed on the hard surface, I watch you move behind me in the foggy reflexion in front of me. Even still, I feel rather than see your thick, turgid head slipping up until it finds my soft and wet entry,

“Ungh, yes!” I gasp as I feel your manhood forcing its way into me. My channel fills with liquid and stretches open as you strike deeply into me. My whole body shakes and I push back hard on the counter to meet your thrust. I can see the heat in my eyes, reflected back in the mirror as your entire length slides into me. “Fuuck,” I gasp, the word dragging out of me slowly, as if it had been forced out by the power of your intrusion into my body.

I see your jaw clench as you gather your strength. Knowing what I face, my arms grow taut as I brace myself. You pull back and then slam into me with that feral power that only a man could possess. My eyes roll back and another groan escapes my lips as my breath is driven out. I feel your hands gripping my hips, and then you begin fucking me with a hard passion that leaves no doubt of your need to posses me.

Heat spreads through my hips and gathers in my belly as you fuck me. My legs quiver and my knees feel weak, but your strength only seems to grow as my own fades. My head begins to fall, almost to the counter, but you grab my hair and yank me back up and onto the hot iron spike your cock has become. “Fuck me.” I groan, the words repeating in time with the forward motion of your hips. “Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me hard!”

My body trembles and I’m barely able to stay on my feet. Somehow, you must have sensed this and with a grunt, you withdraw from my sheath. I whimper at the loose and my sex clenches in frustration at its emptiness. Then your powerful arms encircle my waist and you drag me to the hall and press me into the plush softness of the carpeted floor.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” I whisper as you move between my thighs.

“You are gorgeous,” you say, smiling in delight as you hold my gaze. “Do you really need me to tell you that?”

“No , I don’t need it,” I say playfully. “I just like hearing you say it.”

You smile and kiss me again. I reach between us and find your cock, wet hot and hard. My small hand slides around it and I guide you forward, drawing you back into my body. Oh, fuck, how can I express how it feels to be penetrated by something so thick, so hard, and so very alive? My thighs ache and my back arches as you drive into me. I hold my breasts to keep them from bouncing as you thrust into me. I can feel my juices flowing now. Your slicing entry feels almost frictionless and I give in the the urge to clench and squeeze you. My calves lock behind your thighs and my hands rest flat on your chest as you move powerfully over me.

I look into your eyes and I can see you getting close. I bare down on you, flexing my hips upward to meet your thrusts. There, right there, my mind screams as the delicious quickening of my sex begins to pulse. I can feel my body tightening, the blood flowing hotly into my hips as my orgasm begins to build. A low, animalistic moan forms on my lips and then my body explodes around you.

With my squirming body writhing under you, you reach your moment. Through the heavy haze in my mind, I hear your grunts and your body stiffens over me. Your hips drive forward and with an almost painful effort you ask, “Can I cum inside you?”

My smile answers and my nails graze your hips. My legs clamp and draw you in as the word ‘yes’ forms on my lips. Your eyes grow hot and suddenly, your chained beast breaks free. You growl with a fierce cry and hold me tightly as you begin casting your seed into me.

Moments later, time has stopped. Your body lies warmly and heavily over mine as your breath slowly returns to its low, regular cadence. Your eyes glow and a satisfied smile plays across your lips. I muss your hair and stretch out, cat-like under you. All I can think of is, I can’t wait for more.

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