STURBATION CLASS:First Touch

Master Kane’s dark eyes stayed locked on Lila as the other participants shifted nervously in their seats. The red lighting made the room feel even more intimate, almost suffocating with anticipation.

“Everyone else, continue touching yourselves slowly,” he commanded, voice calm but authoritative. “Light circles only. No one comes until I say so.”

Then he turned fully to Lila. “You. Come here.”

Her legs felt weak as she stood and walked to the center of the semi-circle. The short skirt brushed against her bare thighs, reminding her she was already soaked. Master Kane pointed to a low, wide cushion placed directly under a soft spotlight.

“Sit down. Legs wide open. Back straight.”

Lila obeyed, lowering herself onto the cushion. She spread her thighs, the hem of her skirt riding up until her glistening pussy was fully exposed to the small group. The cool air kissed her wet folds, making her clit throb visibly.

Master Kane crouched in front of her, close enough that she could smell his clean, masculine scent. His gaze dropped between her legs without shame.

“Look at that pretty little cunt,” he murmured, loud enough for the others to hear. “Already dripping just from being watched. Such a needy girl.”

Lila’s face burned with embarrassment, but her pussy clenched at his words. A fresh trickle of arousal slid down her inner thigh.

“Hands on your knees,” he ordered. “Don’t touch yourself yet.”

She placed her palms flat on her knees, fingers digging into her skin to stop them from shaking. Master Kane reached out and gently spread her outer lips with two fingers, exposing her swollen clit and tight entrance completely.

“Class, observe,” he said. “See how her clit is already engorged? How her hole is fluttering, begging to be filled? This is what genuine arousal looks like.”

He released her and sat back on his heels. “Now, Lila. Use two fingers. Start with slow circles on your clit. Describe exactly what you feel.”

Lila’s hand trembled as she brought it between her legs. The moment her fingertips touched her slick clit, a soft moan escaped her lips.

“It’s… so sensitive,” she whispered. “Every circle sends sparks through my whole body. I’m getting wetter. I can hear it.”

“Faster,” Master Kane instructed. “But keep it controlled. Edge yourself. Tell us when you’re close.”

She obeyed, rubbing quicker. Wet, slippery sounds filled the quiet room. The other participants watched intently while continuing their own slow touching. Lila’s breathing grew ragged. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

“I’m… I’m getting close,” she gasped after a minute.

“Stop.”

Her hand froze instantly. The denied orgasm made her whimper in frustration. Her pussy throbbed painfully, juices coating her fingers.

Master Kane smiled. “Good girl. That’s lesson one — control. Your pleasure belongs to me tonight.”

He moved closer again. This time his own hand replaced hers. Two thick fingers slid through her folds, gathering her wetness before circling her clit with perfect pressure.

“Oh fuck…” Lila moaned, hips jerking.

“Language,” he warned, but his eyes gleamed with approval. “Tell the class how my fingers feel compared to yours.”

“So much better,” she breathed. “Stronger. Rougher. It feels like electricity shooting up my spine.”

He slipped one finger inside her tight channel, curling it slowly while his thumb worked her clit. Lila’s head fell back, a louder moan escaping. He added a second finger, stretching her gently but firmly, pumping in a steady rhythm.

“Look at them,” he ordered, nodding toward the watching group. “They’re all touching themselves while watching you get fingered. Does that turn you on?”

“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly. “It makes me so wet knowing they can see how sloppy I am for you.”

Master Kane pumped faster, his fingers making obscene wet sounds. “Good. Now beg me to let you come.”

“Please,” Lila whimpered, hips rocking against his hand. “Please let me come, Master Kane. I need it so bad.”

“Not yet.”

He edged her three more times — bringing her right to the brink, then stopping completely until she was shaking and desperate. Each denial made her more sensitive, more vocal, more shameless.

On the fourth edge, when she was sobbing with need, he finally gave permission.

“Come for me, Lila. Come on my fingers like the eager little student you are. Show the class how beautifully you fall apart.”

The orgasm crashed through her violently. Her pussy spasmed hard around his fingers, gushing clear juices as she cried out. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her body while the entire group watched.

Master Kane didn’t stop. He kept fingering her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was oversensitive and whimpering.

When it finally subsided, he withdrew his soaked fingers and brought them to her lips.

“Clean them.”

Lila opened her mouth obediently, tasting her own sweet, musky arousal on his skin. The act felt incredibly dirty and arousing.

Master Kane stood, his own erection clearly visible through his pants.

“Very good for your first lesson,” he said. “But we’re only getting started.”

He looked at the rest of the group, then back at Lila, eyes dark with promise.

“Next, we move to open demonstration. And I think our shy little Lila is ready to be the star of the show.”

Lila’s heart pounded. Her body was still buzzing from the powerful orgasm, yet she already felt fresh heat building between her legs.

She had come once.

But she knew Master Kane planned to make her come many, many more times tonight — while everyone watched.

And deep down, the shy good girl was starting to crave every second of it.