N Van Heller - A panty compulsion

Eagerly his hands slipped into the opening of her dress from behind and tore apart the tightly restricting brassiere. His fingers popped the snaps open and he pushed the brassiere up and away from the soft mounds of her heaving breasts. With a sudden burst of animal fury, he jerked down hard on the straps of her dress, pulling them away from her shoulders until her frantically quivering breasts were exposed to his gaze.

"God… please!" Sally pleaded, and twisted her tortured face away from his hungrily probing mouth. "Please… please… I'll give you money, anything… but not this…"

"Just your panties, baby," Burns gasped hoarsely, knowing this would get her.

From the beginning he knew she was a panty freak and the moment he started playing with them, she would be his. As his right hand glided up into the silk-skinned mound of her vagina his left hand seized the resilient mounds of her milk-white breasts and trapped the sensitive pink bud-like nipples between thumb and forefinger, ferociously squeezing them until a gasp of pain escaped from her lips. He twisted her toward him, throbbing the covered hardness of his lust-inflamed penis against the panty-protected "vee" of her cunt.

His face contorted with lust, he tore the rumpled dress down from her heaving belly, hurling her back against the mattress and ripping the garment down over her obscenely splayed legs.

"Oh nooo… God noooo!" Sally screamed, desperately trying to twist away from him. Her half-naked body squirmed and bucked on the bed before his merciless assault, and now only her sheer white panties and smooth nylon stockings remained to protect her from the vicious attack she knew was about to begin. She gasped in terror as a look of raw lust crept over his face, but there was nothing… nothing at all she could do. She was like a struggling animal battling against the iron jaws of a trap.

He bent over her again and his hungry mouth came down over her wetly glistening lips, his tongue ramming between her teeth. She could feel it curling warmly around her own tongue, and a piteous moan of desperation rumbled from her throat.

This hot little bitch was going to get a real workout, Burns vowed to himself. He was going to turn her into a sex-crazed slut, begging and screaming for his big stiff cock. His right hand seized the warmly pulsating mound of her vagina as his left hand descended from her trembling breasts, down the quivering bowl of her undulating belly, to the smooth, naked curve of her inner thigh.

"Aaaagh… please!" she mewled, helplessly fighting against his eagerly searching fingers as they coursed back up her leg and kneaded the full sensitive flesh of her thighs. But even as she fought, Sally knew it was hopeless as she felt his tongue flicked lizard-like into the cavern of her groaning mouth.

She may be fighting now, Burns thought, but she was going to love every minute of it. He could tell from the way her voluptuous body was involuntarily bucking and squirming, as though it couldn't wait to be fucked.

As his mouth hungrily worked at her lips, the extended middle finger of his right hand slipped into the moistly aroused furrow of her cuntal slit, pushing the warm smooth silk of her panties up between the little lips of her pussy. Her hips bucked wildly in response. Impulsively his left hand slithered up to the rounded softness of her breasts again, and his fingers pinched teasingly at her throbbing nipples.

"Oh God… Ooooooh!" Sally moaned, arching her head back into the bed sheets, her eyes screwed tightly shut. She could feel Burns' hands retreating from her quivering breasts now, curling beneath her thighs, and eagerly squeezing at the voluptuous flesh of her buttocks. Suddenly, his right hand withdrew from her panties and gripped her at the knee. With a loud animal grunt he rolled off the bed, jerked her legs out straight and savagely yanked down her dress. He pulled it down from her knees, tore it ferociously away from her ankles, and hurled it in a haphazard heap on the floor.

"No… no… please," she moaned deliriously, shaking her head from side to side against the mattress. But no mercy was coming from Burns, who stood in front of her completely naked, his rock hard cock lunging out from under his heavy paunch like the menacing shaft of a blunt spear. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing in anticipation as he began to stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the blood-filled throbbing head.

"Like that?" he grinned, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. He was a sadist, and he watched the trembling young wife as though she were a trapped doe and he the dog, the faint cruel glint glowing now in his eye like a hotly burning ember. "You're gonna enjoy my cock when I put it inside those little panties of yours," he said menacingly. He came closer to the bed and watched the contorted expressions of paralyzed fear cross over her face like some tidal wave of darkness. Sally tried desperately to speak, but she was frozen to the mattress. Against her will her eyes dropped to the enormous shaft of rigid flesh he was massaging in his hand. She had never seen anything like it before.

God, it was so incredibly thick!

In spite of her fear she found herself wondering how any woman could take such a thing inside her without being split apart. He was built and he knew it. He stood a moment longer reveling in the huge size of his cock.

"D-don't touch me," Sally managed to stammer through her immobilizing fear, though she knew there was no escape. He was going to ravish her helpless young body no matter how she pleaded with him not to.

Suddenly, the burly private detective mounted the bed on top of her again, his hairy log thrusting once more between her wide-splayed thighs. He cupped her face in his palms and jerked her head up toward him, thrusting his tongue far into the hot liquid depths of her mouth. She could feel the heat of his rigidly erect penis throbbing against the naked flesh of her trembling belly. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.

"That's a girl," he breathed softly into her mouth.

With a swift motion, his hands traveled from her face over the smoothly flowing curves of her naked body until they were playing against the smooth flimsy material of her panties. She trembled in fear as he hooked his fingers into the tight elastic waistband and muttered a faint, lustful sigh.

No… no… not my panties, Sally cried and squirmed away from him. His grip tightened once again.

"I'm not gonna take your fucking panties off. I just wanna rub my cock against them," he hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

She could feel his fingers descending across her belly to her tightly clenched buttocks. His lips quickly withdrew from hers, and in a sudden lust-maddened impulse, his head dove down to her quivering belly. His warm wet lips pressed tight against her navel, and the sudden wet contact sent a lewd chill racing the length of her spine. Automatically she reached forward with her hands… at first struggling to push his head away.

"Aaaaaaagh!" she cried helplessly as his head dropped to her inner thighs, but it was a losing battle. As his fingers played teasingly with the tiny white crotch band that guarded her wetly excited pussy, she knew she was lost. He had discovered her secret, and now he was going to exploit it for his own depraved ends.

Although the last reserve of moral strength in her mind told her to fight to the death, she found herself giving in to the savage debasement he was subjecting her to. Against her will her traitorous fingers locked into his dark hair and pulled his head deeper into her widely-parted thighs as his tongue began to trace tiny tantalizing circles around the panty leg band.