Wear the briefs

Wear the briefs

When you put the briefs on in your hotel room, they seem even thinner than you remember. But all you have to do is wear these all day without cumming. You think to yourself, “how difficult could it be. All I need to do today is finishing some configurations of the security system, and all that can be done from behind a desk.” You pull up your slacks and make your way to the office.

As you enter the building you are greeted by Ms. Martin and Jane. Ms. Martin has a scowl on her face when you approach her.

“I thought you understood that you are supposed to be wearing the briefs.” Ms. Martin sternly states.

With a look of confusion on your face you reply, “I am”

“Well then maybe I didn’t make myself clear, you are supposed to ONLY be wearing the briefs.” She adds.

You gulp nervously and slowly begin to unbutton your shirt, exposing your chest and flat stomach. The air-conditioned office sends a shiver down your spine as you slide it off, revealing those tiny silk briefs hugging your crotch like a second skin. “Um... I’m sorry, Ms. Martin. Is this what you meant?” You ask meekly.

“That’s better.” Ms. Martin mutters under her breath. She turns to Jane and says curtly, “I have other things to attend to, make sure he stays that way for the entire day.”

With a wicked grin, Jane steps closer to you, running her fingers softly over your exposed chest before reaching down to gently tug upwards on the waist band of your briefs. “Now, now, John. We don’t want any accidents today, do we?” She teases mischievously.

You try not to squirm under the combined heat of Jane’s touch and the obvious knowledge that she is well aware of your semi-hard cock pressing against the thin fabric. “N-no ma’am,” you stammer. “I won’t cum.”

“Good boy,” Jane purrs, her eyes roaming downward to ogle your crotch area before she finally relents and let go of your briefs. She pats you on the ass playfully before walking away.

You straighten up and try to focus on your work. The constant feeling of being watched makes it almost impossible, but you **** yourself to concentrate on the tasks at hand. Every time you glance over at Ms. Martin’s office or catch a glimpse of Jane sneaking peeks at you from around corners, a wave of arousal washes over your body.

The day drags on, and with each passing hour, the fabric of your briefs becomes more drenched with sweat and precum. You’ve tried everything in your power to distract yourself, but all it does is heighten your awareness of just how tightly constrained you are by those ridiculously thin silk briefs.

Just as you think you might finally reach breaking point, there’s a knock on the door and Sylvie strolls in wearing a revealing white tank top that leaves her flat stomach exposed and a pair of tight jeans that hug her ass like a second skin. She walks over to your desk with a smile plastered on her face.

“Hi John,” she says sweetly, leaning down so close that her cleavage brushes against your chest as she reaches for some papers on your desk. “Ms. Martin mentioned you were in need of some help today.” She winks at you before straightening up again.

Your cock twitches violently in response to the unintentional contact with Sylvie’s cleavage, leaving a small stain on your briefs. “Uh... t-thanks Sylvie,” you stammer out lamely. You try not to stare at her perky breasts straining against the thin material of her tank top.

Sylvie coyly pretends not to notice your obvious discomfort and continues to lean over your desk, occasionally brushing against you or exposing more flesh than necessary. “So, what are you working on here?” She asks, pointing at your computer screen.

“Um... well, just some configurations for the new security system,” you manage to squeak out between ragged breaths. Your cock is throbbing so hard in the confines of your briefs that it feels like it might tear through the fabric any second now.

“Wow looks complicated, I guess I’ll leave you to it, John.” Sylvie praises softly before standing up straight again, giving you a sultry wink as she walks away.

You try to focus on your work again but it’s impossible with the image of Sylvie’s perfect ass cheeks clearly visible under her short skirt burned into your retinas. Your fingers start to twitch, **** for some sort of release as the fabric of your briefs grows increasingly tighter and more restrictive.

Desperation overrides common sense, and you quickly lower your briefs, freeing your throbbing cock from its suffocating prison. With a moan of relief, you start stroking yourself furiously under your desk while casting nervous glances around to make sure no one is watching.

“John, what do you think you’re doing?” A cold voice cuts through the haze of pleasure surrounding you. You whip around in shock to see Jane standing there, arms crossed over her chest, a disapproving scowl etched on her face. “I thought I told you not to cum.”

Your heart stops momentarily as you hastily try to stuff your throbbing cock back into the ridiculously tight briefs again. “I-I’m sorry, Jane,” you stammer out, blushing crimson from embarrassment and arousal. “It was just so... hard to resist.”

“Well now, it seems we have a naughty boy on our hands, don’t we Ms. Martin?” Jane calls out over her shoulder towards the closed door of your boss’s office. There’s silence for a moment before you hear Ms. Martin’s stern voice echo back through the intercom system.

“Yes, Jane. I think we do.”

Jane saunters closer to you, her eyes ravenous with desire as she takes in every inch of your now-obvious arousal. “Tell me, John,” she purrs, leaning close enough that her breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck. “What were you thinking about while you were masturbating under there?”

“I... um... I wasn’t...” You stammer, unable to form coherent words in the heat of Jane’s intense gaze and her intoxicating scent making your head spin.

“Oh come now, sweetheart,” she teases playfully, wrapping one slender finger around the head of your cock through the thin fabric of your briefs. “I can feel how hard you are for me.” She gives your cock a gentle squeeze before slowly pulling her hand away, leaving behind a wet trail on the silk material.

You can hardly concentrate the rest of the afternoon, but around 4 PM you finally finish the security upgrades you travelled here to do.