Best Handjob Story Novels & Stories

He begins jerking himself off by giving himself a handjob and made me watch, I say made me because for some reason I couldn't move, it felt as if I was trapped under a boulder. I could move my hands around my body but I couldn't raise my hand and touch him so begin touching myself but then again my hand becomes number, he pulls up his cocks and immediately enters in me. I moan as I could only take half of him in me. "Ahh." I moaned.

I told her. “What! We are Americans, and one more thing, the don’t know shit, these people aren’t as, well, uh, flexible, as we are?” she is outspoken, brazen, and ridiculous. But she definitely made our night. We have drinks for a few more rounds. “So, I am curious about these things your boyfriend wants you to do, huh?” I ask boldly, with the help of the alcohol. She pounds the table and begins to tell her story, “Huh! Well, you see,” then she begins to whisper the censored part, “He wants us to do anal sex, and then deep throat, and bondage.”

Just thrusting balls deep into my face. I had to stop for a breath. This story had gotten far dirtier than I had planned. At this point, I took my underwear off. I shifted up the bed and spread my legs. I told my boyfriend it was time for him to fulfill the next part of our deal, him going down on me. He hurried down the bed and dove head first into my pussy, his tongue immediately seeking out my eagerly awaiting clit. On any other night, I'd want more foreplay, but making up this story was doing things to me.

The kiss really stung all his nerves and destroyed his joints. “Ahhh!!!” Hayle couldn't hold back her moans when the warm hand slipped into her bra. Cupping a part that no one has ever touched except himself. Behind her bra which still protects that precious part. Jaxter's hand slowly rubbed it before his other hand tried to lower the rope slowly. Hayle bit her lip because she was sure she wouldn't stop moaning because of this. He couldn't even control his movements. He had no idea it felt so amazing. No wonder this is the activity that most people are addicted to.

He guide her little hand . Heck ?? Her two palm wasn't even enough to cover the whole meat . He showed her how it done . Moving her fist up and down . Her hand mistakenly touch his ball and he closed his eyes a groan slipping out of his mouth . Slowly , and determined she tried it again . "You have to stop now love . If you don't want me to cum right here right now . You're too good at this . " He looked fiercely jealous and possessive probably thinking about the men she had done this with .

When Handy felt his cum building up he removed his d*ck from her ass hole and he dig it inside her pu**y in a fast movement he ride on her faster deeper and in enersty until he poured all his sperm inside her as he pinned her down to the chair with his strong hand his body jerking in ejaculation all his sperm entering her Virginal. Handy can't deny the fact that he always has his best released inside her pu**y coming inside her is always different from every other lady the way her smooth body feel under his hold her scream and how her pu**y hold his strong d*ck very tight he enjoyed f*cking her in the roughest way. After he was done tutureing her with s*x he slept on the bed while she sleep

he managed to say, as I slid my fingers up and down his length. “I want to, though,” I murmured back. Honestly, I’d only ever been given one hand job before. My ex in Jackson had pushed me into it and then decided after a couple of minutes that he’d rather be inside me. I’d felt bad, but he seemed to enjoy the sex afterward, which had eased my guilt. I hadn’t enjoyed it, but he hadn’t asked me whether or not I had. My fingers slid up and down, slowly. I worried I wasn’t doing it right, or well enough, but Zed’s breathing picked up.

The wet sounds of his finger sliding through my juices filled the steamy air. My hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing more, needing him deeper. “Have you wanted this, huh?” he demanded, curling his finger inside me. “No…” I lied, squeezing my eyes shut as waves of pleasure crashed through my thoughts. I was soaking his finger, my walls fluttering greedily around it. “Don’t lie to me, princess. Your juices are dripping down my finger… gushing into my palm too,” he said, adding a second finger and thrusting harder.

My precum leaked all over his massive fist as he expertly worked my cock, stroking the shaft but focusing underneath my sensitive tip. He pulled my shaking hand into his robe and I felt his hairy cock plumping up slowly. “Touch it, baby.” I wrapped my fingers around its hot thickness, and it was like my hand was wrapped around a hot soda can! Its stiffening shaft was wide, and its spongy head was very big and soft. “Wow.” I exhaled while giving the shaft a few strokes. He chuckled. I couldn’t let it go. I tugged and squeezed it again and again, and he let out an aroused grunt at every tug. We jerked each other off on the couch, his hand in my shorts while mine was in his robe, both of our co

And the combination of that with his fingers working wonders on my clit was just too intense for me to continue. The throbbing in my pussy carried up to the pit of my belly and didn't know when I moved my hand down to guide his own where I wanted it. He was back to kissing my neck then and he chuckled lightly against my skin. Goosebumps quickly resurfaced on my skin, as if they had been waiting for the right moment to. As soon as my hand came in contact with his own, he pulled back and brought it back up to pin it against the wall beside my hand. He switched hands then, using his second hand on my pussy. At that point, I couldn't wait anymore. I tried using my second hand but he caught it an