Billie Eilish Masturbating Novels & Stories

Slowly, my hand drops to the hem of my dress, but I don't pull it up immediately. “Let me reintroduce myself, fans. I’m Eloise.” I dump my ass on the couch, directly facing the camera. “The lady who fucks her dirty pussy with her wrist… Yes…” I laugh and spread out my legs, waiting, as if they’re staring at my pussy. I look down, enjoying seeing it breathe. What's more beautiful is how I’m already wet. Dripping wet. So wet that the camera will catch the crispy effect. My pussy juice literally thins out in a filthy, slimy line over the hole of my pussy.

Even though I was standing behind him, I knew what he was doing. He was rubbing his dick with both hands and recording it with the two phones he had placed in front of him and to his right. "Jake?" I muttered softly. What I saw was clearly something very shocking. "Oh fuck yeah..." Jake groaned loudly, his legs shaking. From where I was, I could see his sperm splattered on the floor. Jake was masturbating and he was recording it. Was this what he called uninterrupted work? My heart was pounding so fast, I panicked and immediately hid when Jake turned around and looked at me as if he knew someone was watching.

Once it was on, I quickly put on a p**n video I once saved and rushed under my blankets, ignoring the squishy slightly sticky feeling in my backside. And thank God for she opened the door the second after I was under the sheets. I pretended to have been caught masturbating. “Oh my god mum!” I shouted, slamming the laptop shut. “Holy shit Aito!” she exclaimed and shut the door as fast as she opened it. “Clear whatever you’re doing right now or I will come in there and beat your behind!"

I went behind her and caressed her thighs, moving up to her pu*sy. She shivered in shock and quickly turned to me. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a whisper, her face tomato red and filled with shame. "You were taking too long and I came in to check on you, only to meet this gorgeous sight. Of course, I couldn't resist. Don't be ashamed baby girl, such desires are absolutely normal. Masturbating is normal, thinking about someone and basking in their memory as you masturbate is also normal. I do that a lot. Let me help you baby girl. Your pus*y is begging for attention, let me give it, okay?" I whispered, caressing her p*ssy and simultaneously kissing her neck.

One Thursday afternoon, at her wit's end, Cora finally caved and succumbed. She stood in the middle of her bedroom for a long time, staring at the small black bead above the doorframe. That tiny little thing had kept her from masturbating for months. No boys. No fucking. No daddy. Well, no more. “I can't take it anymore, daddy. I know you’re watching,” she said to the camera, her voice already unsteady as she took her top off. “I hope you enjoy the view. You made me this way. My pussy needs release, daddy," she said energetically, tossing her top onto the floor.

“Lila has earned her next private lesson.” As they walked back, Lila leaned on him, body buzzing, mind spinning. She had masturbated in a public hallway. She had come while strangers walked nearby. She had squirted on the floor where anyone could see. And instead of shame, she felt only a dark, growing hunger for more. The shy good girl was almost gone. Master Kane’s voice was soft in her ear as they re-entered Room 312. “Ready for the live performance, little exhibitionist?” Lila looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust.

“You don't act like a girl.” “Alright, you talk too much.” she said. “Bring the cream you use for masturbating. It might be helpful.” “I don't masturbate.” “Right.” Ella giggled as she left for the living room.

I don't want to do anything to anger my Master. Elias held my ass, separating it as if to look at my butthole. "You are wet for me, good." He muttered and plunged a finger in. I cried out and moaned at the same time, feeling embarrassed at the sound. I had no idea I could make. Elias dipped another finger in, thrusting in and out while his other free hand continually slapped my ass. My butthole twitched, occasionally tightening around his fingers. "Good boy!" He commended on a hoarse voice, "You are so tight for me."