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BRAS… And what they lead to: Kink of the Week


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BRASSIERES… (rewritten for Kink of the Week)

I love to masturbate.  Of course, nothing beats sex with a partner, and I absolutely love mutual masturbation, especially with my cock between her tits. But I don’t always have a partner.

Sometimes masturbation is a calculated thing;  I set out my lubes and toys deciding which to use, look at some amateur porn, starting with photos, progressing to videos, all the time stroking away.  Sometimes this is satisfying and sometimes not, but always fun.  And usually with a happy ending.

Then, there are those times when something sets me off, something that is so arousing and triggers a need so great that I have to stroke my cock till I cum.  That is the ultimate and most pleasurable form of masturbation, unexpected and with uncontrollable urgency.  Last Friday was one of those days.

A woman I have known for many years had asked me if I could fix something at her house.  She is a single mom and I’ve always looked out for her, although never pursued her because she is more like a daughter to me.  That has not stopped me from being in major lust for her as she is the type of sexy I like, just not acting on those urges.  I told her I would drop by when I got a chance, as I knew where the key was hidden.

Friday I had some time and went by in the afternoon, so I wouldn’t disturb anyone, and repaired the shelf in her dinning room.  After cleaning up, I went to the back of the house to use the bathroom.  I peeked into her bedroom, and there were bras scattered everywhere! This immediately turned me on.  Not expecting me, she had not straightened up (and to be honest, the shelf wasn’t in the bedroom).  I had not seen that many bras on a floor since a swingers party in Chicago a few years ago, and my cock started to get hard. I inspected and felt the different fabrics and smelled her scent on the brassieres while holding them to my face.  There were all different styles and with some I could picture her nipples straining the sheer fabric.  Of course that led to thoughts of panties and I knew I had to find them.  I started opening drawers and more bras!  I checked the size… 36 C or D’s.  She has fantastic tits and loves to display them in low cut blouses, and I have fantasized about fucking her tits on more than one occasion…. Like Every Time I See Them!  I finally located a treasure trove of panties.  All colors and fabrics, lacy and plain, some see-through.  Then I found a lacy mauve thong and my cock started throbbing as I envisioned how it would fit her, how her ass would look and how her pussy would show through the sheer front, I pictured she would be shaved.  The label read Jezebel, and that made me even hornier.  I knew I had to jack off.  I selected a pair of red satin panties with little bows and wrapping the thong and panties around my cock, I started stroking slowly as I pictured encircling her areola with my tongue, and then as I drew her nipple into my mouth to suck, I started to stroke my engorged cock faster.  Placing my cock between her breasts I start to pump back and forth, the head of my cock being caressed by her swollen nipples as she pushes her tits together.  Not wanting to cum just yet I pull away.  My mind wanders down her stomach, my tongue trailing behind, and taking her mound in my mouth I start to tongue and suck through her wet thong.  I imagined lowering her down, quickly stripping off her thong and parting her lips with the head of my cock, rubbing up and down before slowly pushing inside… at this point I could feel myself ready to explode and could no longer hold back.  I came in my hand being careful not to get any jizz on her panties.

I was out of breath and spent from those images in my mind, the frantic stroking, and the thrill and added excitement of being caught by her, or one of her daughters, coming home unexpectedly.

I replaced her panties and shut the drawer, but not before one final act.


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The only other time I have done something stealthy kinky like this was about 15 years ago.  We were doing some work on a house, and the wife was a sexy skinny MILF about 30 years old.  While in a closet area, I saw a bra hanging on a hook… I’ll never forget it, an innocent baby blue lacy affair.  I started to get stiff when I saw it, not fantasying about her, but remembering my second wife’s tiny tits and how she liked me to tit fuck her.  It was more effort than it was worth, but I did not tell her that, and she always wanted me to cum in her mouth, so there was that.  She would squeeze her breasts together and had a way of catching the head in her fingers as I thrust up and massaging.   So that’s what helped make my cock hard as I fingered that tiny 30A brassiere.  I could not resist and took out my hard member and rubbed the bra up and down the shaft thinking of both sets of tiny titties.



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5 comments on “BRAS… And what they lead to: Kink of the Week

  1. Kayla Lords
    April 4, 2016

    I’m not sure which is better…a single woman with so much pretty underwear…or your reaction to it. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Devi Ansevi
    April 17, 2016

    Yummy image, Elliott. I cracked up at ” I had not seen that many bras on a floor since a swingers party in Chicago a few years ago…”


  3. Molly
    April 26, 2016

    This is quite a challenging read actually. If it was fiction I would have left a comment about it being creepy and wicked but I think knowing it is real makes me a bit uncomfortable because to me it feels a bit like trust has been abused and I can not help but wonder how this woman would feel if she knew what you had done. Maybe she would think it was sexy and hot in which case cool, but maybe she wouldn’t and I guess that is my problem with it.


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  4. sub-Bee
    May 2, 2016

    I’m with Molly on this one. I found it quite uncomfortable. If I’d found out someone I’ve trusted and looked up to as a friend abused my trust like that I would be truly devastated if I’m honest.

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