Evil Sonic Rubbing Hands Novels & Stories

I was kicked out of the moving car without warning and sent crashing onto the ground hard. The sharp pain sent a wave of dizziness through me. Even so, I stumbled to my feet, instinctively popping my dislocated hand bones and kneecap back into place. I then slowly made my way down the familiar path I'd walked countless times before. I still needed to return to the Sanders residence to retrieve something. Compared to what I'd felt in the past three years, this little bit of pain couldn't do anything to stop me.

My hips buckle against his hand and I start rocking his fingers, hoping for a good reward. He doesn't pull out. Instead, he settles his fingers beneath my pussy, silently instructing me to pull down and fuck him. “Hmm,” I scrub his hand with my pussy and moan like a moron. Up. Down. Sideways… I fucking rub my wet cunt all over his firm hand. It's sweet and raw and sweet! My smaller thick lips roughly fold on him as I rock and roll. They kiss his gloves and coat them with my wetness. I settle hard on his hand and grind.

I was standing between the a bed of roses and a lake of smoothies. How could he be that fucking good with his hands too? The clogs in my brain stopped working, and every breath in me ceased for a lifetime. I felt my body rising to the peak of orgasm and falling back to the earth in scattered pieces. "If you keep doing this to me, I promise you, I'm gonna cum all over your hands and bed." My tone was roeful. His hands rubbing against my sore clit had me butchered into tiny shameless pieces, that I wanted nothing but to be eaten raw by him.

My body drops into the bed and just lets his hands slide over my pussy and do his work. His fingers drifted lower until his thumb was rubbing into my clit making me growl. I think he was called executioner because of how good his hands are. I think I needed him to stop because this is more than what I think it is. But then, two fingers plunge inside of me making me scream. A low, deep feral growl escapes his lips when he made my legs still for his pleasure. “ Stop moving away,” he growls. My vision blackens, my eyes roll back into the ecstasy of what he’s doing inside of me using his hand. I think he’s just hitting the right spot. Curling his fingers into the spots that made me quiver in thi

His hands were shaking and his veins had become so visible that they sent jolts of electricity to my stomach. How long are we going to be stuck here for? “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ivan yelled, hitting and kicking the elevator wall, he couldn’t take it anymore and he’s starting to break down but putting up a front. Without thinking and knowing that I might regret what I was about to do, I took his hand in mine and he squeezed it so hard that I had to rethink the decision I’d just made. His palm was sweaty and still shivering but I could see him starting to relax when I started rubbing the back of his hand. His breathing went back to normal and I tilted my head to look at him.

One was shorter than the other, and I knew exactly where it would go. I grabbed some more body wash and worked it into a lather, sliding my hand between my legs for additional lubricant. While I had only experimented like this once before, and to horribly anticlimactic consequences, the vibrations coming from my other hand were certainly enticing. I pressed it to me, joining my other hand and felt the pulsing of the surface against my warm skin. Rather than a large, calloused hand occupying the space, this small device was smooth, warm in it’s own way and pressing in all the right places. Fuck. It felt good.

He rubbed his fingers on it and her body shook, more sweet cries escaped her lips. "Ahh-Ahh," Elise cried out, her pleasure heightening with the movement of his fingers. Damien vigorously rubbed his fingers on her clit and screams erupted from her throat. She bucked her pussy, the toy, and his hand causing uncontrollable movements. "Damien," Elise whimpered. "Call my name," Damien smirked, mercilessly rubbing his finger up her down her pussy "Damien!" Elise cried out, loving every sensation that rippled through her veins.

He reached out, groped her ass and gave it a squeeze. Ethel moaned and took her lips away from his lips. His eyes trailed her wet lips with hungry want. She slid down to her knees quickly. "Angel" he moaned as her hands soothed his hard dick, taking hold of it. "Your hands feel so good, so warm" Ethel seemed to have been consumed by a spirit that only wanted him, to make him cum and nothing more. Her hands rubbed him faster and harder than usual and it did not seem like her hands were getting tired any time soon.

I added a fourth finger, the stretch burning so good my eyes rolled back, my thumb smashing my clit in brutal, punishing circles. The squelch of my pussy was obscene, perfect, the kind of sound that would make a p**n director cream his jeans. I was already close—too close—but I wasn’t here to be polite. I wanted to wreck myself. I yanked my hand free with a filthy pop and lunged for the glass dildo—thick, ridged, cold as sin. I spat a fat glob right onto the head and smeared it down the shaft with my cum-soaked fingers, then rammed it home in one brutal thrust.

She didn’t seem to mind this because my fingers made her putty again; showing an erotic face that I wanted to gag. “I’m crippled, you know, but my hands aren’t,” I continued to say, rubbing her folds slowly. “I know...oh fuck, I know!” She answered with a hiss. She ground her ass against my hand like a wanton woman doing a lap dance in the air. She was obviously climbing her high. “My hands and fingers can do magnificent things,” I added, flashing a wicked grin. “Hmmh...hmmh!” she mewled.