Forced Handjob Novels & Stories

Fingers insistent, rubbing my folds, parting my lips to tap my sensitive little clit. As soon as the hot touch came, it went. Standing up, I took the soap from him, trying not to think about what we were doing. I grabbed his bobbing length, wrapping my small hands around him, tapping the wide base. I washed his cold piercings, lingering on his cock head. "Char...." He groaned, hips moving as if he was fucking my hand. I felt heady, my hands full on massaging his big cock, loving the feel of him.

Hayden groaned when I began moving my hands along his length faster before holding him tighter in my hand. I could tell that he was very turned on and that my hand was giving him pleasure. Hayden closed his eyes for a brief moment and his hips began moving up and down, thrusting his cock into my hand.

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

Sadism and Masochism (or Sadomasochism): Pleasure that a partner may feel from either inflicting pain (sadism) or receiving pain (masochism), either physical or emotional. A handjob is stimulating a person's dick using your hand. And a blowjob is sucking a dick with your mouth. So tell me which will you like to practice?" He leaned forward and whispered into my ear in a deep sensual voice that sent shudders down my spine. I shouldn't have followed the advice of my friends, only now could I understand the reason why they had lewd smiles on their faces while they spoke about all of this. I had a long way to go in learning all this stuff about sex. My lashes batted as I struggled to form a word

I panted and rolled my head back when he leaned down to kiss, lick and bite my breasts through the bra, his hard, calloused fingers pinching the hard buds as I rubbed my thighs together, his hot cock getting heavier and heavier in my palm. He cursed under his breath and pushed his face between my breasts and moaned my name when he trembled. His hips jerked as I felt his hot cum shoot all over my hand and jeans. My eyes lingered on the pearly white seed, licking my lips as I slowly stroked him, his body shivering with sensitivity. After couple more strokes, I pulled my hand from his semi hard dick to his arm, feeling the corded veins tense underneath my touch. That tense muscle made me pull b

Thick hot pulses of release shot into his waiting hand, streaking over his fingers with each relentless jerk of my hip. My eyes stayed wide open as the last tremors racked my body. And in my own pleasure I heard him moan too, his lips parted in an almost silent moan. I reached down his pajamas and touched the front of it. It was wet. I pressed my palm to the wet spot and squeezed gently. "You came from giving me a handjob. Be honest, you’ve been dying to jerk a cöck for years, haven’t you?” I laughed amused, "God, you're a fücking cōck-slüt. Aren't you?"

I hold his cock tightly and starts stroking it with my hands. As I give him a handjob, I lick his expose chest. I also play with his nipple. It has become a norm for him that he is always the only one teasing me. I see how his expression changes. His hard expression was drowning in the lust and sensation I was doing to him. I even accelerates the movement of my hand and I was no longer aware that time was moving fast. His phone rings which we use to set at the time. At the same time as the sound was the ejaculation of his cum on the plate which he use earlier. It also spills on the table. *****

Precum smeared across his hand, dripping down my shaft. “Does that feel better?” he asked calmly, watching my face. “Yes—fuck—yes—it feels—ahh god—” I could barely form words. “Good. Stroke yourself with me.” He guided my hand over his, forcing me to hold my cock too. Our fingers wrapped around it together, pumping up and down. The sensation was overwhelming, my own hand mixed with his, rough and controlling. I whimpered, thrusting into our combined grip. “Boss!,” Rico growled. “You love my hand on your cock. Say it.”

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When he got the first one right my stomach dropped hard. “See? I got it,” he said, leaning back all proud. “Your turn, Aiden. Blowjob time.” My hands shook when I reached over. This was so wrong. I started to unzip his pants but then I stopped. “Wait. No. Not a blowjob. That is too much. Let’s do handjob instead. One handjob if you get it right. That is it.” Eric frowned for a second but then he laughed. “Handjob? Come on, I said blowjob. That would feel way better.”