Panties, Pleasures, and Punishment - Part 1: Panty Fetish Unleashed
Noah’s got Delilah’s panties in his hands, and his fantasies are running wild
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CW : This story contains explicit sexual content, including panty fetishism, masturbation, and non-consensual use of personal items. All characters depicted are consenting adults.
The Brisbane (Australia) suburb hummed with late evening quiet. Small houses lined the street, their backyards separated by low fences, clotheslines heavy with laundry swaying in the faint breeze. Delilah Lane, 29, lived in one such house with her widowed mother and younger brother. A remote customer support executive, she spent her days tethered to a headset, her reserved nature masking a subtle, sensual undercurrent that went unnoticed by most. Her life was orderly, her nods to neighbors polite but distant.
Sienna Blake, 30, had rolled into town from Melbourne, her suitcase dumped in Delilah's spare room for a two-week post-breakup escape. A boutique retail worker, she wore her confidence like her short shorts and braless tanks, a tattoo "Sine limite" (Without Limit) etched between her breasts. Flirtatious and bold, Sienna's presence was a spark in Delilah's quiet world, their old school friendship a bond that held no secrets. At least, not yet.
Next door, Noah Reid, 32, had moved back in with his widowed mother after a divorce that left him even quieter than before. An electrician, his broad hands and dusty boots hinted at his trade, but his shy demeanor and downcast eyes hid something darker. Noah had a secret: Delilah's panties, stolen from the her laundry basket in her backyard. He took them carefully, one by one, over weeks thong, bikini, cheeky never enough to draw attention. Each pair was a prize, a private obsession that consumed him.
One humid evening, with cicadas buzzing and the neighborhood still, Noah slipped into the backyard. Delilah's laundry basket a fresh haul, and among the damp laundry was a pair of pink lace semi-thongs. His heart thudded as he picked it, the fabric soft and warm in his hand. He tucked them into his pocket and hurried back to his room, locking the door behind him.
On his bed, Noah pulled out the pink lace, his latest treasure. He lay back, bringing the panties to his face. The musky scent hit him hard, like a drug, pulling a low groan from his throat. He kissed the lace, lips grazing the fabric, then inhaled deeply, letting the smell flood his senses. His cock twitched in his pants, the thrill of Delilah's intimacy however stolen setting his blood on fire.
Noah's bedroom was a dim cave. The pink lace semi-thongs he'd swiped from Delilah's laundry basket sat in his hands, still warm from the day's heat. His cock was rock-hard, straining against his nightsuit trousers, the fabric tenting as he sat on the edge of his bed. He tossed the panties over his bulge, the lace snagging on the rough cotton, and dragged his hand over it, grinding his cock slow and deliberate. The friction was sharp, the lace catching just enough to make his breath hitch, his jaw tightening with a low growl.
He shoved his trousers down, letting them pool at his ankles, his thick cock springing free, the head already slick with precum, veins pulsing. He grabbed the pink lace, running it over his shaft, the touch so light it was torture, barely grazing the sensitive skin. His hips bucked, chasing the sensation, a grunt escaping his throat. spreading the panties flat on the bed, He flipped onto his stomach, the lace stark against the dark sheets. His cock pressed into them, hard and heavy, as he ground down, thrusting like he was fucking Delilah right there. Her image burned in his head her quiet smirk, the way her ass would fill these panties, the curve of her hips swaying just out of reach. He dragged the panties to his mouth and sucked the lace like he was starving for her. Tongue dragging over the musky fabric, tasting her, then buried his nose in it, inhaling like it was cocaine, his chest heaving.
He dragged the panties to his mouth and sucked the lace like he was starving for her. Noah's hips worked harder, the bed creaking under his weight, his cock sliding against the panties in rough, desperate strokes. He pictured Delilah wearing them, her pussy pressed against the lace, and his balls tightened. He stood, kicking off his trousers and ripping his shirt over his head, leaving him stark naked, His erection angled up, thick and throbbing, throbbing with need. He dragged the panties across his chest, the lace scraping over his nipples, down his abs, circling his belly button, the sensation making his cock twitch. He wrapped the fabric around his shaft, letting it tease his balls, sliding it over the sensitive skin before dragging it back up to the tip, where a bead of precum smeared into the lace.
His grip tightened, and he shook his cock with the panties, jerking the fabric up and down, the friction burning hot in his gut. He spat on the lace, a thick glob that made it slick, and rubbed faster, the wet fabric clinging to his skin. One hand brought the panties to his nose, sniffing hard, the musky scent flooding his senses, while the other hand pumped his cock, fast and brutal. His balls slapped against his thigh, the sound obscene in the quiet room. He tossed the panties back on the bed, climbing over them, his cock grinding into the lace again, hips slamming down like he was fucking it into the mattress. The bedframe groaned, the springs protesting as he pressed harder, his cock throbbing against the soaked fabric.
He spat again, the saliva mixing with his precum, making the panties a wet mess. He grabbed them, wrapping them tight around his cock, jerking himself off with the lace, the rough texture scraping his skin. His other hand brought a corner of the fabric to his mouth, sucking and sniffing, his tongue dragging over the damp lace. Delilah's face flashed again her lips, her thighs, her pussy in these panties and his strokes grew frantic, his hand a blur. He laid the panties flat again, sprawling over them, his cock grinding so hard the bed shook, his balls tight and aching. He pressed his full weight down, fucking the lace into the mattress, the friction raw and unrelenting.
His cock pulsed, a low growl ripping from his throat as thick, hot cum shot out, splattering the pink lace, soaking it in heavy ropes. More spurted out, pooling on the fabric, dripping onto the sheets. His hips jerked through the aftershocks, his body trembling as he collapsed, chest heaving, the panties stuck to his skin. Relief hit like a drug, but guilt followed fast, a sharp stab in his gut. What the fuck was he doing? This fetish, this obsession it was fucked up, and he knew it. He didn't move, the cum soaked lace still under him, his cock softening against it. Exhaustion dragged him under, and he passed out right there, sprawled over the mess, the humid air heavy on his naked skin.
The next night, Noah was back at it, the guilt from before buried under the itch he couldn't scratch. Another pair black cheeky panties this time, snatched from Delilah's laundry basket on his bed. His cock was already hard, leaking as he stripped naked, not bothering with trousers this time. He grabbed the black lace, wrapping it around his shaft, the fabric tighter than the pink ones, gripping his cock like a vise. He jerked himself slow at first, letting the lace drag over every inch, his balls tightening as he pictured Delilah's ass in these, bending over, the fabric stretched tight. He spat on his cock, the spit mixing with the lace, making it slick and filthy.
Laying the panties flat, and fucked into them, his cock sliding over the lace, the bed creaking louder now. He sucked the fabric, tasting the faint trace of her, then sniffed it, his nose buried deep, his hand pumping his cock faster. He stood, dragging the panties over his chest, his stomach, his balls, teasing himself until his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. He spat again, a thick glob landing on the lace, and wrapped it around his shaft, jerking hard, his grip bruising. One hand sniffed the panties, the other worked his cock, his strokes rough and relentless.
He threw the panties back on the bed, climbing over them, his cock grinding down, hips slamming so hard the headboard smacked the wall. He didn't care. He fucked the lace, picturing Delilah's pussy, her moans, her body under him. His balls tightened, and with a guttural grunt, he came again, thick cum flooding the black lace, spilling over the sides, soaking the sheets. His body shook, his breath ragged, the guilt hitting harder this time, twisting in his chest. He collapsed, the panties a wet, ruined mess beneath him, and slept like that, his cock still pressed against the evidence of his obsession.
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