The Panty Thief
By SmutWriterAI.
Glancing around, he saw the street was empty. So, with his heart pounding in his chest and his blood rushing through his ears, he entered the open garage to get himself some panties.
Timmy’s heart pounded as he rummaged through the laundry hamper, his fingers trembling while he snatched a pair of Mia’s black lace panties, still damp. The fabric felt warm against his palm, the crotch stained with her musky essence. He was eighteen, but right now, he felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Bold curiosity had driven him here, next door to the voluptuous black MILF who’d starred in his fantasies for months. Her curves, her commanding presence, everything about her made his tiny dick twitch.
Mia stepped into the garage from the side door, her arms crossed over her ample chest, pushing up her tight tank top. Her dark skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat from yard work, and her jeans hugged her thick thighs.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Timmy?” she asked, her voice sharp and laced with disgust, but her eyes lingered on the panties in his grip.
Timmy froze, his face burning red. He clutched the garment tighter, the bold streak in him refusing to let go just yet. “I… I was just…” Timmy stammered, his voice cracking.
Inside, a mix of shame and excitement twisted in his gut. Mia’s gaze dropped to his hands, then back to his face, a smirk curling her full lips.
“Just what? Stealing my dirty panties like some perverted little boy?”
She advanced, her hips swaying with authority. The garage opened to the street, no door, no privacy. Neighbors could walk by any second.
“Show me, then. Show me exactly what you planned to do with my dirty panties. Or I’ll scream for the whole block to hear.”
Timmy’s breath hitched. His mind raced with humiliation, but the thrill of her command made his soft one-inch dick stir in his shorts. Swallowing hard, he brought the panties to his face, inhaling deeply. The tangy, salty aroma of her pussy flooded his senses: sweat, arousal, the faint hint of her soap. It was intoxicating. He pressed the soiled crotch against his nose, brazenly sniffing like a dog in heat, his eyes fluttering shut.
Mia’s eyes widened, a flicker of arousal cutting through her revulsion. This pathetic white boy, sniffing her dirty underwear right there in the open. “Oh, hell no. That’s disgusting,” she said.
But her nipples hardened under her top, and a warmth spread between her legs. She grabbed Timmy’s wrist, yanking the panties away briefly before shoving them back at him.
“Keep going. Lick it. Taste what a real woman’s pussy smells like.”
Emboldened by her push, Timmy darted his tongue out, lapping at the crusty stain. The bitter, earthy flavor exploded on his taste buds, her dried juices, and a hint of piss from earlier. He moaned softly, his tongue swirling over the fabric, sucking the crotch into his mouth. The act felt so wrong, so exposed, with the street just feet away.
What if someone saw?
The thought made his dick swell to its full four inches, tenting his shorts.
“God, you’re such a nasty little freak,” Mia sneered, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
She could feel her own pussy clenching, wetness soaking her fresh panties. Disgust warred with the power rush; this naive kid was putty in her hands. Without warning, she hooked her fingers into his waistband and yanked his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. His tiny, hard dick bobbed free, four pathetic inches, veiny and leaking pre-cum, balls tight against his body.
Timmy gasped, his hands flying to cover himself, but Mia slapped them away. “Don’t you dare hide that babydick. Look at it, barely a man’s tool,” she mocked.
She wrapped the soiled panties around his shaft, the damp fabric cool against his hot skin. Her strong hand gripped him through the lace, stroking slowly from base to tip. The friction of her dirty crotch rubbing his sensitive head sent jolts of pleasure through him. Timmy’s knees buckled, a whimper escaping as he kept licking the other end of the panties still near his mouth.
“Please, Mrs. Brown… It feels so good,” Timmy begged, his voice muffled by the fabric.
Inside, humiliation burned, his tiny dick throbbed in her fist, the public exposure making every stroke electric. Cars passed on the street, voices from neighbors chatting nearby. Anyone could glance in and see the black MILF jerking off the white boy from next door with her own filthy panties.
Mia’s strokes quickened, her thumb smearing his pre-cum into the stained crotch. She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. “This is what you get for being a panty-sniffing thief. A quick handjob from a woman’s dirty underwear while the world watches your shame,” Mia rasped.
Her free hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently, rolling them as she pumped harder. The mix of control and his desperate moans stirred something deep in her, arousal laced with contempt. She wanted to break him, make him beg in front of everyone. Timmy’s hips bucked involuntarily as the scent and taste overwhelmed him. His tongue flicked faster over the fabric, savoring her essence while her hand milked his dick. Pressure built in his groin, his body tensing.
“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” he whined, eyes darting to the open garage door, heart racing at the risk.
“Not yet, boy,” Mia commanded, slowing her strokes to a torturous tease. She released his balls and trailed her fingers up his thigh, her nails digging in just enough to sting. “You think this is punishment? Nah, this is just the start. I’m gonna teach you real humiliation, make you my little exposed slut right here where everyone can see.”
Her pussy ached now, throbbing with need as she watched his tiny dick twitch in her grip, the panties soaked with his pre-cum and her old juices. She squeezed tighter, resuming the firm jerks, wondering how far she could push this brazen boy before he shattered.
Mia’s grip tightened around Timmy’s throbbing four-inch dick, the soiled panties slick with his pre-cum and her lingering scent. She pumped once more, hard and deliberate, making him gasp as a fresh wave of humiliation crashed over him. The open garage felt like a stage now, the driveway stretching out to the quiet suburban street where a distant lawnmower hummed. His pale skin prickled under her gaze, every nerve alive with the fear of being seen, neighbors walking dogs, kids on bikes, anyone could turn the corner and witness this.
“Strip,” Mia ordered, her voice low and commanding, laced with that mix of contempt and dark excitement that made Timmy’s stomach twist. She released his dick, letting it bob free in the warm air, shiny and desperate. “Everything off. Show me that pathetic white boy body you think is worth stealing my panties for. NOW.”
Timmy’s hands shook as he fumbled with his shirt, peeling it over his head to reveal his skinny, pale chest, hairless and boyish, not a hint of the man he wished he was. His cheeks burned hotter than the sun on his skin. Inside, shame warred with the electric thrill. Her eyes raking over him like he was nothing, yet her breathing had quickened, her full breasts rising and falling under the tank top.
He kicked off his sneakers, then shoved his shorts and boxers the rest of the way down, stepping out naked except for his socks. His tiny dick stood rigid, veins pulsing, the head flushed purple and leaking. Balls drawn up tight, his pale thighs quivered. He felt so small, so exposed, the concrete under his feet rough and unforgiving.
“Good boy,” Mia purred, stepping back to appraise him. Her dark eyes gleamed with arousal, pussy clenching at the sight of this naive eighteen-year-old stripped bare in her driveway. She loved this power, the way his body betrayed him, hard and begging despite the humiliation. “Now kneel. Right here in the open, where the whole neighborhood can see what a panty-sniffing pervert you are.”
Timmy dropped to his knees, the gravel biting into his skin, sending sharp pains up his legs. The driveway was fully visible from the street, no bushes or cars to hide behind. A car slowed at the stop sign down the block, and his heart slammed against his ribs. He clutched the panties she’d thrust back at him, pressing the soiled crotch to his face again.
The musky tang hit him like a drug. Mia’s sweat, her pussy juices crusted there from days of wear. He inhaled deeply, desperately, nose buried in the fabric, the earthy salt filling his lungs. It was filthy, wrong, but his dick jerked with each breath, pre-cum dripping onto the driveway in a shiny bead.
Mia pulled out her phone, thumbing the camera on with a wicked smile. She circled him slowly, her thick thighs brushing his shoulder as she aimed the lens. The red recording light blinked, capturing every twitch of his pale body, the way his tiny dick strained upward like a sad little soldier.
“Smile for the camera, Timmy. Or should I say, sniff for it? Look at that babydick, four inches of nothing, leaking like a faucet. Bet your friends would laugh if they saw this. Begging for my dirty panties like a little kid who can’t get real pussy.”
Her words sliced through him, humiliation flooding his chest even as arousal coiled tighter in his gut. Timmy’s face stayed pressed to the panties, but he glanced up at her, eyes watery with need. The phone’s lens felt like a hundred eyes, and the distant sound of footsteps on the sidewalk made him whimper.
“Please, Mrs. Brown… Don’t film this. It’s so embarrassing,” Timmy begged, voice muffled, but he sniffed harder anyway, the scent making his head spin. His tongue darted out unbidden, licking the stain again, tasting her bitter essence mixed with his own desperation.
“Embarrassing? That’s the point, you tiny-dick thief.”
Mia laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. She zoomed in on his dick, then his face, the phone steady in her hand. Her free hand reached down, grabbing a fistful of his hair to tilt his head back.
“Worship them properly. Lick that crotch clean, suck on it like it’s my pussy. Show me how bad you want to cum while the world watches your shame.”
Timmy obeyed, his heart pounding as he opened his mouth wider. He sucked the fabric into his mouth, tongue swirling over the crusty spot, drawing out the tangy flavor of her dried cum and sweat. It was degrading, the wet sounds echoing in the open air, but the act fueled his submission. His hips rocked slightly, dick aching untouched, balls heavy with unreleased pressure. The phone captured it all, the slurping, the desperate moans vibrating through the lace. A neighbor’s voice called out from across the street, too far to see but close enough to spike his fear. What if they looked? What if they heard?
“Mmm, that’s it. Suck my dirty panties like the submissive little slut you are,” Mia teased, her voice husky now, arousal soaking through her jeans.
She could feel her clit throbbing, the sight of him on his knees, pale skin flushed, tiny dick twitching, stirring a fierce need in her core. But she held back, savoring the control. Crouching slightly, she dangled the phone lower, getting a close-up of his tongue working the fabric.
“Beg for it, Timmy. Beg me to let that pathetic dick cum. Tell me how much you love being exposed like this.”
Tears pricked his eyes from the intensity, the mix of pain and pleasure blurring. “Please, Mrs. Brown…” Timmy begged. “I need to cum so bad. Your panties taste so good, smell like you. I’ll do anything, just let me… under your control, out here where everyone might see.”
His voice broke, raw and pleading, as he sucked harder, the fabric now drenched with his saliva. His dick throbbed visibly, a fresh drop of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. The public risk amplified everything: the breeze on his naked skin, the distant chatter, her dominant gaze pinning him in place.
Mia straightened, pocketing the phone but leaving the recording running. She stepped closer, her boot nudging his knee apart, exposing his balls more. “Not yet, boy. I’m controlling this orgasm, and you’re gonna earn it. Keep worshiping while I decide how to make you squirt right here in the driveway, maybe call over a neighbor to watch.”
Her hand hovered near his dick, teasing without touching, as his whimpers grew louder, the tension building unbearably. She watched him break a little more, her own desire simmering, wondering just how far she’d push before granting mercy, or more torment.
Mia’s words hung in the air like a threat, her hand still hovering inches from Timmy’s aching dick, the heat from her palm teasing him without mercy. His knees ground into the gravel, sharp edges digging into his skin, but the pain barely registered over the throbbing need in his groin.
The distant neighbor’s voice faded, leaving only the hum of the lawnmower and his own ragged breaths. He sucked harder on the panties in his mouth, the fabric now a soggy mess against his tongue, her dried juices mixing with his spit in a salty, musky flood that made his head swim. Shame burned in his chest.
He was eighteen, supposed to be a man, but here he was, naked and kneeling like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, exposed for anyone driving by to see.
She stepped back suddenly, her eyes locked on his with that predatory gleam. Timmy watched, heart pounding, as Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. The zipper rasped down, slow and deliberate, the sound slicing through the quiet afternoon. She shimmied her hips, pushing the denim down her thick, chocolate thighs, revealing the lacy edge of fresh panties, black, sheer, and already darkened at the crotch with her arousal.
The scent hit him before she even fully undressed: a fresh wave of her pussy, wet and tangy, stronger than the soiled ones in his mouth. His dick twitched violently, another bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit and splattering onto the driveway.
“Oh, you like that smell, don’t you, little boy?” Mia taunted, kicking off her jeans and standing there in just her tank top and those soaked panties.
Her full hips swayed as she peeled them down, the fabric clinging wetly to her shaved pussy lips before she tugged them free. A string of her slick juices stretched and snapped as she stepped out, the panties dangling from her fingers like a prize. Timmy’s eyes widened, fixed on the glistening folds between her legs, plump, dark, and dripping with need. She was so close, her heat radiating toward him, making his mouth water around the old panties he still clutched.
Without a word, she balled up the fresh, wet ones and shoved them against his face, replacing the soiled pair. “Sniff these, thief. Fresh from my pussy, still warm and soaked just from watching your pathetic ass beg.”
The damp lace pressed into his nose, flooding his senses with her raw, aroused musk: sweet and sharp, like ripe fruit mixed with sweat. Timmy inhaled greedily, his body betraying him as his tiny dick jerked upward, the four inches straining for any touch. He moaned into the fabric, the sound muffled and desperate, as she ground the panties harder against his nostrils. Then she pulled them away just enough to stuff the crotch into his mouth.
“Suck it clean. Taste what you do to me, you tiny-dick pervert.”
The flavor exploded on his tongue, her fresh cream, tangy and viscous, coating his mouth as he sucked obediently. It was humiliating, the wet squelch of his lips working the fabric echoing in the open driveway, but the intimacy of it twisted something deep in his gut. She was letting him taste her, even like this, and the thought made his balls ache with forbidden thrill.
A car rumbled past on the street, tires crunching gravel nearby, and Timmy froze, eyes squeezing shut as terror spiked through him.
What if they looked?
What if they saw him like this, face buried in her wet panties, naked and hard?
Mia laughed softly, the sound vibrating through him. She pulled out her phone again, the camera whirring to life as she angled it down. “Keep sucking, baby boy. The video’s rolling, gotta capture how you worship my pussy scent like a good little sub.”
Her free hand trailed down her body, fingers parting her slick folds with a wet schlick that made Timmy’s ears burn. She stepped over him, straddling his kneeling form, her bare pussy hovering just above his tiny dick. The heat from her core washed over his sensitive skin, and he whimpered around the panties, hips bucking instinctively upward.
“Look at this sad little thing,” she mocked, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she lowered herself.
Her pussy lips brushed the head of his dick, hot and slippery, smearing her juices along his shaft. Timmy gasped, the sensation electric, soft, wet flesh enveloping just the tip before she pulled back, teasing.
“Have you measured it?” she asked, and Timmy nodded. “How big is it then, boy?”
“Four inches,” he mumbled, his cheeks burning with shame.
Mia laughed. “Four inches? That’s not a dick, that’s a clit. Bet you’ve never even made a girl feel full with this.”
She ground down slowly then, her folds sliding along his length, not taking him in but rubbing her clit against his hardness. The friction was agonizingly slow, her wetness coating him completely, making his dick slick and shiny under the phone’s lens.
Timmy’s mind reeled, pleasure and humiliation crashing together. Her weight pinned him, her thighs thick and powerful around his hips, and he could feel every inch of her pussy gliding over him, plump lips parting to hug his shaft, her clit bumping the ridge of his dickhead. He wanted to thrust up, to bury himself inside her, but she controlled it all, rocking her hips in lazy circles that built the pressure without mercy.
The panties in his mouth muffled his pleas, but tears of frustration leaked from his eyes. The public exposure amplified it, the breeze cooling Mia’s juices on his skin, the faint voices from down the street reminding him how exposed he was.
“Please… Mrs. Brown,” he managed to mumble around the fabric, the words garbled as he sucked harder, drawing more of her taste into his throat.
She intensified the grind, her movements deliberate, riding the length of his tiny dick like it was a toy. Her pussy clenched visibly, juices dripping down to soak his balls, and she angled the phone to catch it all: his pale body trembling beneath her, dick leaking profusely against her dark skin, face contorted in desperate submission.
“Beg louder, Timmy. Tell me how much you love my pussy owning your babydick out here where anyone can watch you leak like a faucet.”
Her voice was breathy now, arousal thickening it as she rolled her hips faster, the wet sounds of their friction filling the air. She captured every whimper, every twitch of Timmy’s hips, trying to chase her rhythm, building his desperation while denying him release. Timmy’s body shook, the edge so close yet held just out of reach by her teasing control, the fear of interruption only heightening the raw intimacy of his surrender.
Mia’s hips stilled abruptly, her pussy lips still slick against Timmy’s throbbing dick, leaving him on the razor’s edge of release. The sudden denial hit him like a punch, his body trembling with unspent need, balls tight and aching. Before he could protest, her strong hands gripped his shoulders, yanking him up from his knees with effortless power.
Gravel scraped his skin as he stumbled to his feet, the wet panties still crammed in his mouth, muffling his gasp. She spun him around, slamming his back against the cool concrete of the garage wall, the rough surface biting into his bare ass and shoulders. His tiny dick bobbed free in the open air, exposed and leaking, a thin string of pre-cum dangling from the tip, glistening under the afternoon sun.
Timmy’s heart hammered, chest heaving as he stared up at her. Mia’s dark eyes burned with dominance, her full breasts straining against the tank top, nipples hard peaks from her own arousal. The driveway stretched out behind her, wide open to the street. Any neighbor could glance over, see his pale, naked body pinned there, dick twitching pathetically. Fear twisted in his gut, mixing with the desperate hunger her scent had ignited, her fresh panties’ taste lingering on his tongue like a brand of submission.
“You think that’s enough, little boy?” Mia growled, her voice low and commanding, laced with that mocking edge that made his stomach clench.
She stepped closer, her bare thighs brushing his legs, the heat from her dripping pussy radiating against his skin. Without warning, her fingers wrapped tightly around his four-inch shaft, squeezing just hard enough to make him whimper. The grip was unyielding, her palm slick with a mix of her juices and his pre-cum, sliding up and down in merciless, slow strokes. Each pump twisted at the base, her thumb circling the sensitive head, smearing the leaking fluid in deliberate circles that sent jolts of humiliated pleasure through him.
Timmy’s hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the friction, but she pinned him harder against the wall with her body, her free hand fisting his hair to tilt his head back. The panties in his mouth muffled his moans, but he could feel the fabric growing even soggier, her tangy essence coating his throat as he swallowed around it. Her strokes quickened just a fraction, the wet schlick of skin on skin echoing in the driveway, loud enough to make his ears burn with shame. He was out here, fully exposed, her hand owning his tiny dick like it was nothing, a toy for her amusement.
“Beg louder, Timmy,” she commanded, her breath hot against his ear, lips brushing the shell as she leaned in.
The intimacy of it clawed at him, her control wrapping around his mind as tightly as her fingers did his dick. She pulled out her phone with her other hand, angling the camera down to capture his desperate shaft in close-up, the pale length straining in her dark grip, veins pulsing, the slit oozing more pre-cum with every teasing pull. The lens zoomed in mercilessly, filming the way his balls drew up tight, the humiliation of his small size on full display for whatever twisted purpose she had.
“Tell me how bad you want to cum for your black neighbor’s pussy. Scream it so the whole street hears what a pathetic panty-sniffing thief you are.”
The words ripped through him, shame flooding his cheeks even as his dick throbbed harder in her fist. He spat out the panties just enough to gasp, the fabric dangling from his lips like a leash.
“Please, Mrs. Brown… I need it,” Timmy squealed. “Your hand feels so good on my tiny dick. Let me cum, please, I’m your little boy, begging out here where everyone can see.”
His voice cracked, louder now, carrying into the open air. A dog barked somewhere nearby, and Timmy’s pulse spiked, imagining eyes on him, forced to exhibit his submission, his leaking dick filmed for eternity.
Mia chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest against his. “That’s it, keep going. Louder.” Her strokes turned torturously slow again, fingers squeezing the base to hold back his building orgasm, edging him with expert cruelty. The emotional pull hit him deep. Her dominance wasn’t just physical. It stripped him bare, making him crave the humiliation as much as the release. He was hers, exposed and small, and the thought twisted pleasure into something raw and intimate.
Then she dropped to her knees in the driveway, the gravel crunching under her, never breaking her grip on his dick. Timmy shivered violently, the cool breeze teasing his overheated skin, his pale body stark against the garage wall. She leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his balls, and extended her tongue, slow, deliberate licks tracing the wrinkled skin, lapping at the sensitive sacs with humiliating precision.
The wet heat of her mouth enveloped one ball, sucking gently, then the other, her tongue swirling in lazy circles that made his knees buckle. Saliva dripped down, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from his tip, the slurping sounds obscene in the public space.
“Oh god, Mrs. Brown…” Timmy whimpered, his hands fisting at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her head.
The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue’s rough texture dragging over his most vulnerable spot, tasting him while she humiliated him further. She pulled back just to blow cool air on the wet skin, making him twitch, then dove in again, licking from the base of his dick down to his perineum, teasing the edge of his asshole with the tip of her tongue.
All while the phone propped against her thigh filmed it, capturing his shivers, the way his tiny dick jerked untouched now, leaking steadily onto the concrete.
He begged harder, voice breaking into sobs of need. “Lick me more, please, I’m so small, but I want to cum for you. Don’t stop, Mrs. Brown, out here like this… Anyone could see your tongue on my balls.”
The public exposure amplified every sensation, his body a live wire under her control. She rose slightly, resuming her strokes with one hand while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently, her licks turning into nips that bordered on pain. Timmy’s mind fractured, emotions swirling, adoration for her power, terror of discovery, the intimate thrill of her mouth claiming him.
She dominated every inch, filming his desperation, drawing out his submission until he was a trembling mess against the wall, dick pulsing wildly, on the brink but denied, the afternoon sun bearing witness to his utter surrender.
Mia’s tongue lingered on Timmy’s perineum for a final teasing flick before she pulled back, her dark eyes locking onto his with that predatory gleam that made his stomach flip. Saliva glistened on his balls, cooling in the open air, and his tiny dick strained upward, the four-inch length flushed red and slick with his own leaking pre-cum.
The phone’s camera light blinked steadily, capturing every humiliating detail, the way his pale thighs quivered, the puddle of his arousal forming on the driveway concrete below. Timmy’s mind reeled, a storm of shame and desperate want crashing through him. She owned him out here, in broad daylight, turning his stolen fantasy into this raw, exposed reality that both terrified and thrilled him.
“Spread those legs wide, little boy,” Mia ordered, her voice a husky command that brooked no argument. She rose halfway, still on her knees, her hand never leaving his dick, giving it a firm squeeze that drew a strangled moan from his throat. “Show the camera how desperate your tiny white dick is. Let everyone see what a pathetic thief you are, begging for my mouth in the middle of the street.”
Timmy’s heart pounded, cheeks burning as he obeyed without thinking, his feet shuffling apart on the rough gravel. The position left him utterly vulnerable, legs splayed wide, his leaking dick jutting out obscenely, balls hanging heavy and exposed to the breeze. The garage wall dug into his back, pinning him in place, while the open driveway stretched out like an invitation for any passerby to witness his degradation.
He could hear distant traffic, a car rumbling by on the nearby street, and the thought of eyes on him, seeing his small, twitching dick under her control, sent a fresh wave of humiliated arousal surging through his veins. His body betrayed him, hips twitching forward as if offering himself up.
“Good boy,” Mia purred, satisfaction lacing her tone as she adjusted the phone on the ground between them, propping it against a rock to frame his spread legs and throbbing shaft perfectly.
The lens captured the drip of pre-cum sliding down his length, the way his pale skin flushed pink from the exposure. She leaned in close, her full lips parting as her breath ghosted over the sensitive head of his dick. Timmy’s breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight in his gut, emotions swirling, adoration for her commanding presence, the intimate sting of her mockery that made him feel so small, so hers.
Slowly, deliberately, Mia’s mouth descended, her warm lips enveloping the tip of his tiny dick. The suction was gentle at first, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the salty bead of pre-cum with a hum of mock approval. Timmy’s moan escaped loud and desperate, echoing off the garage, his hands clenching into fists at his sides to keep from grabbing her hair. The heat of her mouth was overwhelming, wet velvet sliding down his four inches until her nose brushed his sparse pubic hair, taking him fully with humiliating ease.
She bobbed shallowly, sucking with teasing pulls that made his knees weaken, the slurping sounds obscene in the quiet afternoon. Every twitch of his hips, every whimpering gasp, was filmed, the camera catching the way his balls tightened, his pale body trembling under her oral dominance.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening dick, and dipped lower. Her tongue dragged flat against his balls again, licking the sensitive skin in long, slow strokes that had him shuddering. The texture was rough and insistent, tracing the seam before she sucked one orb into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue. Timmy’s head thumped back against the wall, a sob tearing from his throat as pleasure-pain mixed in his core.
“Mrs. Brown… Oh fuck, your mouth… Please, it’s too much out here,” he begged, voice cracking louder, carrying into the street.
The public thrill amplified it all, imagining neighbors peeking over fences, seeing this black MILF on her knees devouring his tiny white dick and balls like a treat.
Not done, Mia released his ball with a soft bite, her teeth grazing the tender flesh just enough to sting, drawing a sharp yelp from him. She shifted up, her lips wrapping around the side of his shaft, nipping lightly at the veined length, tiny bites that sent jolts of humiliated ecstasy racing up his spine. Each nip was followed by a soothing lick, her hand pumping the base in slow twists, keeping him on that cruel edge.
Timmy’s dick leaked steadily now, pre-cum bubbling from the slit as she alternated, sucking the head deep, then biting the shaft, licking his balls until they ached. The sensations blurred into a haze of need, his body a puppet to her whims, emotions raw and exposed like his naked form.
“You love this, don’t you? My tongue on your pathetic little balls, biting that tiny dick while the whole world could watch,” she murmured against his skin, her words vibrating through him before she engulfed him again, sucking harder this time.
Her free hand cupped his ass, a finger teasing the cleft, pressing against his tight hole without entering, heightening the vulnerability. Timmy trembled violently, legs shaking from the wide spread, the gravel biting into his feet as he fought to stay upright.
The camera whirred softly, immortalizing his moans, desperate, broken pleas spilling from his lips, “Yes, Mrs. Brown! Bite me harder, suck my tiny dick, I’m yours, please let me cum… Anyone could see me like this, leaking for you.”
She edged him mercilessly, her mouth and hands a symphony of control, deep throating his full length with ease, then pulling back to nibble the frenulum until he sobbed, only to soothe with languid licks along his balls. pre-cum coated her tongue, her saliva dripping down his shaft to his perineum, the wet mess slicking everything.
Timmy’s mind fractured under the onslaught, the intimate humiliation binding him to her, her dominance not just physical, but weaving into his soul, making him crave the exposure, the denial. His balls drew up tight, orgasm building like a storm, but she sensed it, squeezing the base hard to stave it off, her eyes flicking up to meet his with wicked promise.
“Not yet, little panty thief,” she whispered, blowing cool air over his throbbing dick before diving back in, alternating bites and sucks that pushed him closer to shattering.
Timmy begged louder, voice raw, body quaking in the open driveway as she dominated him completely, the phone capturing every twitch, every humiliated twitch toward release she so cruelly withheld.
Mia’s mouth worked him relentlessly, her teeth grazing the underside of his tiny dick just as his body teetered on the brink, but then she stopped abruptly, pulling away with a wicked chuckle that echoed in the open air. Timmy’s chest heaved, his spread legs trembling, the denied orgasm leaving him aching and hollow, pre-cum dripping steadily onto the driveway.
His mind spun with frustration and need, the public exposure amplifying every denied pulse. Anyone could have seen him like this, broken and leaking for Mia. But before he could beg again, her strong hand clamped around his wrist, yanking him forward with surprising force.
“Inside, now,” she snarled, her voice low and commanding, dragging him toward the garage’s open mouth.
Timmy stumbled after her, his pants long forgotten around his ankles, tiny dick bobbing obscenely with each step. The gravel scraped his bare feet, but he didn’t care. The shift from public humiliation to whatever waited inside twisted his gut with fresh anticipation. She shoved him through the threshold, the cool shadow of the garage swallowing them whole, and slammed the heavy door shut behind her. The lock clicked with finality, trapping him in the dimness, the sudden darkness broken only by the faint glow of her phone screen as she set it down for a moment.
Timmy’s heart raced, eyes adjusting to the low light filtering through a small window high on the wall. The air smelled of oil and laundry detergent, her hamper still there in the corner, a reminder of his theft. He backed up instinctively, but Mia was on him in seconds, her body pressing close, her curves molding against his pale, naked form.
The intimacy of the enclosed space hit him hard. No more street sounds, just their heavy breaths and the thud of his pulse. Mia grabbed a coil of rough rope from a nearby workbench, the kind used for tying down boxes, and spun him around, forcing his arms up and back against a sturdy metal beam that supported the garage ceiling.
“Hands up, little boy,” she ordered, her breath hot on his neck as she looped the rope around his wrists, pulling it tight.
The coarse fibers bit into his skin, securing him in place, his arms stretched high above his head. Timmy tested the bonds, the restraint sending a thrill of helplessness through him, his tiny dick twitching upward despite the ache. He felt exposed in a new way here, private, but utterly at her mercy, no escape from her gaze or touch. Emotions surged: fear mixed with that deep, submissive pull toward her dominance, the way she made him feel small, owned, like the pathetic panty-sniffing thief he was.
Mia stepped back, admiring her work, her dark eyes raking over his bound, pale body, his four-inch erection straining, balls heavy and slick from her earlier attentions. She picked up her phone again, propping it on a shelf to angle the camera at him, the red light blinking to life.
Then, from her pocket, she pulled a small vibrator, a sleek, black bullet thing she’d apparently grabbed earlier, its hum filling the garage as she flicked it on low. Timmy’s eyes widened, a whimper escaping his lips as she knelt before him, her free hand gripping his thigh to spread his legs wider.
“Look at you, all tied up and leaking for me,” she taunted, her voice a sultry mix of disgust and arousal, pressing the vibrating tip right against the underside of his tiny dick.
The buzz shot through him like electricity, his shaft jerking in her grasp, the sensation intense and unrelenting on his sensitive skin. Timmy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily against the bonds, the rope creaking as he strained. It was too much, the vibration teasing his leaking slit, making fresh pre-cum ooze out in steady beads that she smeared along his length with her thumb. His mind fractured under the assault, thoughts of her soiled panties flashing back, the scent still lingering on his tongue from earlier, fueling his desperate submission.
She alternated the pressure, pulling the vibrator away just as his moans grew frantic, then diving in with her mouth, deep-throating his full four inches in one smooth motion, her lips sealing tight around the base. The heat of her throat constricted around him, sucking hard while the vibrator buzzed against his balls now, rolling them gently.
Timmy’s body arched, a choked sob tearing from him as pleasure built fast, the camera capturing every twitch of his bound form, the way his pale skin flushed, his tiny dick disappearing into her mouth with humiliating ease.
“Mrs. Brown… Fuck, it’s vibrating right on my balls, your mouth, so deep… Please, I’m gonna cum,” he begged, voice raw, the emotional weight crashing over him, her control stripping him bare, making him crave the humiliation like air.
But she denied him again, popping off his dick with a wet slurp, strings of saliva dangling from her lips to his glistening head. The vibrator pressed harder now, circling the frenulum in cruel, teasing circles that made his knees buckle, the rope holding him upright.
“Not without my say-so, thief,” she murmured, her free hand stroking his shaft in firm twists, mixing the mechanical buzz with her warm palm.
Timmy’s breath came in ragged pants, sweat beading on his forehead, the garage’s dimness closing in like her dominance. She leaned in once more, her tongue flicking out to lap at the pre-cum bubbling from his slit before sucking him deep again, the vibrator now wedged against his perineum, vibrating through to his tight hole.
The dual assault pushed him to the desperate edge, her mouth bobbing rhythmically, throat relaxing to take him fully, while the toy hummed insistently, edging his balls toward release. Emotions swirled in his chest: shame at his tiny size, adoration for her bold command, the intimate thrill of being filmed in this trapped submission.
He whimpered louder, body convulsing in the bonds, dick throbbing wildly as she controlled every surge, pulling back just enough to keep him teetering, her eyes locked on his with that predatory promise of more torment to come.
Mia’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement as she watched Timmy’s face contort, his body straining against the ropes that bit into his wrists. The vibrator’s relentless hum pressed firmly against his perineum, sending shockwaves up through his balls and into his throbbing four-inch dick, which she now engulfed in her hot, wet mouth. She sucked harder this time, her cheeks hollowing as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the steady stream of pre-cum that leaked from his slit.
The dual torment, mechanical buzz vibrating his core and her throat milking him with rhythmic swallows, shattered his last shreds of control. Timmy’s mind reeled, a whirlwind of humiliation and raw need crashing over him. He felt like a child caught and punished, her dominance wrapping around him tighter than the rope, making his tiny dick feel even smaller, more pathetic under her expert command.
“Oh god, Mrs. Brown… I can’t, fuck, your mouth’s so tight, the vibe’s gonna make me explode,” he moaned, his voice breaking into a desperate whine.
The garage’s dim light flickered across her dark skin as she bobbed faster, her lips sliding slickly along his shaft, saliva dripping down to coat his balls where the vibrator still teased. She hummed around him, the vibration from her throat adding to the toy’s assault, pushing him right to the brink.
Emotions surged through Timmy, shame at how easily she owned him, a twisted adoration for the way she mocked his size while drawing out his submission, the camera’s unblinking eye capturing it all like a permanent brand on his soul.
She didn’t pull away this time. Instead, Mia intensified everything: cranking the vibrator to its highest setting, the buzz roaring like a swarm in his ears, while her hand gripped the base of his dick, squeezing in time with her deep sucks. Her free hand roamed up his pale thigh, nails digging in just enough to sting, heightening the overload.
Timmy’s hips jerked wildly, the ropes creaking loudly as his body convulsed, muscles locking in helpless spasms. “Cum for me, you little panty thief,” she commanded around his shaft, her words muffled but sharp, pulling back just enough to let her tongue lash the underside before plunging again.
The orgasm hit him like a freight train, uncontrollable and shattering. Timmy cried out, a raw, broken sob echoing off the garage walls as his tiny dick pulsed violently in her mouth. Thick ropes of cum erupted from him, flooding her throat in hot spurts. He felt every twitch, every jet shooting out as she swallowed greedily, her hum of satisfaction vibrating through him.
His balls contracted hard against the toy, emptying themselves in waves that left him trembling, knees buckling while the ropes held him upright. Tears pricked his eyes from the intensity, the emotional release mixing with the physical, humiliation flooding him as he realized she’d made him cum so pathetically fast, tied up and filmed like a toy.
Mia finally released him with a wet pop, strings of cum and saliva connecting her lips to his spent, twitching dick. She stood slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes locked on his flushed, sweat-slicked face. Grabbing the vibrator, she switched it off and smeared the remnants of his load, what she hadn’t swallowed, across his heaving chest with her fingers, painting sticky trails over his pale skin.
“Look at this mess you made, boy. Pathetic little squirt from that tiny white dick. Bet you feel like the humiliated slut you are now,” she mocked, her voice laced with that arousing disgust, her touch lingering to rub it in deeper, making his nipples harden under the degrading caress.
Timmy hung there, panting, his body limp in the bonds, the scent of his own cum sharp in the air mixed with her earlier saliva and the faint musk of her arousal. Shame burned in his chest, but so did a lingering ache of need. She’d controlled every drop, turning his release into another layer of her lesson.
Without a word, she reached up and untied the rope, the fibers scraping his raw wrists as they fell away. He slumped forward, but she caught him roughly by the arm, her grip bruising.
“Lesson’s not over, thief. Time to face the real punishment.”
Naked and dazed, Timmy stumbled as she dragged him toward the garage door, his bare feet scraping the concrete floor. His tiny dick dangled soft now, one inch and slick with remnants, cum drying sticky on his chest. She unlocked the door with a click, the cool evening air rushing in like a slap, carrying distant sounds of neighborhood life, cars humming by, a dog barking somewhere.
Mia shoved him outside onto the driveway, the gravel biting into his soles, his pale body fully exposed under the streetlights that flickered on as dusk deepened. He shivered, arms instinctively crossing over his chest, but she batted them away, forcing him to stand straight, his humiliation on full display.
“Stay there and think about what you’ve done,” she said, her tone cold and final, stepping back into the garage.
Timmy’s heart pounded, panic rising as he realized she meant it, naked in the open street, anyone could drive by, see his marked skin, his shrunken dick. The door slammed shut behind her, the lock engaging with a definitive thud that echoed in his ears.
He was alone, the night air raising goosebumps on his exposed flesh, his mind racing with fear and that dark thrill of forced exhibitionism. What if someone saw? He stood, trembling, the cum on his chest cooling into a humiliating crust.
‘Fuck, I need to get outta here,’ he thought.
So, he ran home naked and ashamed.
The End.
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