Back and forth his legs caressed his tucked way manhood. Over and over, fabric rubbed and teased. It actually became too much for him to remain standing, leading to him to sit back on to the bed. His heart rate was getting a little higher and his breathing deepened.
Unconsciously, his genitals brushed the bed through his new underwear and he closed his eyes. Alex began rocking a little to keep the sensation going but it wasn't enough. He knew he should run out of this place, there was something obviously wrong here, but his mind was becoming cloudy with the urge for sexual gratification.
Alex's right hand drifted under his dress and to his groin then began to rub and stroke. He rolled his forcibly sexy hips against the bed and his hand in an increasingly urgent manner. He tried to remove his panties to free his restrained cock so he could masturbate but the silk garment refused to give way.
His fondling became more frantic and desperate. Alex soon found himself on his back with his right hand still between his legs and his hips still rolling in a sensual motion. His legs squeezed his hand, in a futile effort to get more sensation. He pushed his high heels into the bed and brought his left hand to his chest. As his desire mounted, he found himself moaning in short, breathy, girlish whispers, the corset preventing him from expressing much more then that.
He opened his eyes and looked down at himself, taking in the scene he was creating. There before him was the body of a gorgeous maid masturbating. Her body was tense , trembling with need. She so wanted release; it was so hot. The image of this woman was almost too much. Alex was getting closer and closer to orgasm as he turned his head.
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