Erotic Handjob Stories Novels & Stories

When she stood up to go to the other guy, the first subject pulled a pained face and did his best not to touch the jutting erection in front of him. With a little practice in hand Esther now felt more confident and took the second condom with her. This cock was already half way there. He must have had a good view in the mirror of the first guy’s handjob, and clearly had enjoyed it. Esther gave him a few more strokes with her hand to finish the job.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it one slow stroke from root to tip. I swallowed again, unable to look away. “Hmm… yes.” My voice came out softer than I wanted. “By the way… you have such a huge… stuff down there.” He chuckled again, the sound warm and surprisingly boyish. His hand started moving in slow, deliberate strokes, his thumb brushing over the leaking tip on every upstroke. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the call. “So how old are—” I started, curiosity getting the better of me. “Vic! What are you still doing in your room? We are going to be late for our night zoom classes!”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

Each step made my pulse pound harder, my body tightening with anticipation and fear all at once. My breath caught as he got closer. “Give me your hands,” he said. I hesitated, my fingers twitching slightly, my mind racing, but my body didn’t listen. Slowly, I lifted my hand toward him. He grabbed it firmly. The contact sent a sharp jolt through my entire body, making me gasp softly. His grip was strong, commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. Without breaking eye contact, he guided my hand back between my legs, pushing my fingers inside my warmth, he kept thrusting it in and out, my fingers moving slowly.

He thrust them hard and fast, stirring the cum already inside me into a wet, filthy mess. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes, please… yes… oh my God!” I cried out, voice cracking as his fingers pounded into me. The wet squelching sounds were obscene, loud enough for anyone to hear. “Oh my God… please… yes…” I moaned louder, completely shameless now, rocking my hips back onto his hand like a desperate whore who couldn’t get enough. “Don’t stop — fuck me harder with those fingers!” “You like that, don’t you?” Kade groaned, slamming his fingers even deeper, curling them brutally. “The way my fingers wreck this cum-filled pussy? You love being a filthy little cumdump for strangers, don’t you, Gina?”

' on his notepad. Victoria sighed quietly in embarrassment, but nevertheless she began to slowly slide her cool hand up and down on Walter's hard penis. As she began to reluctantly toss her boss's salad, she was not in the least surprised to feel him reach out with one hand to casually grope her big tits through her blouse. He lasted quite a bit longer than he had done that morning, and Victoria got quite tired, having to swap hands as she vigorously jerked his hard cock in her hand, giving him her best possible handjob in a futile effort to get things over and done with as quick as possible.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

Her hand jacked the base, while her other hand cradled my balls. I remember that I considered tying her wrists with the bikini, but I was hesitant to interrupt the handjob. Dismissing the thought, I slipped off her top and started groping, pressing my fingers into her big, meaty breasts. My hands were full, and her breasts felt heavy; her nips were like cherries topping the big, double-scoop mounds. They were erect, puffy, and sending pleasured ripples through her body.

I know so much about sex and the different styles, it is hard for some of my friends to believe I am still a virgin. Licking my lips nervously, I will myself to remain bold. My gaze descends to Brand's limp cock and I stroke it lazily. A strange sensation courses through me as his dick hardens in my hands. This is my first handjob and I am doing great. Alleluia! "Fuck me," I command and push myself up without halting my movements. He grabs my neck with his left hand, I arch my back and moan when his fingers trail the space in between my breasts. That little gesture encourages me to increase my hand movements and when he pinches my taut nipples, I whimper in delight. I want more.