Novel & Cerita Guided Masturbation For Women

“Same sex?!” Another high-profile influencer cried out in surprise, “You mean, he’s a woman?!” “That’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Sally teared up as she looked at Maria and pointed at me. “Chris, it has to be you! You must have bribed her! You refuse to take responsibility for our baby! You don’t want to marry me! You’d rather change your sex just to stage something like this! How could you be so heartless?!” I wore a cold smirk as I watched her accuse me hysterically.

I clutched my abdomen and acted as if I had an upset stomach. He gave me a meaningful smile. "Are you really going to the bathroom?" I nodded with flushed cheeks. His eyes were smoldering as he said, "Then, come back quickly. I'll be waiting for you." I turned away. My heartbeat quickened. I slipped into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my burning face to calm down. The cold water woke me up somewhat. I had to be insane. I shouldn't be doing something like this. How could I have such shameful thoughts about another man? Moreover, I was a married woman!

I growl out through clenched teeth. “I’m close. Help me. Tell me what to do.” That simple request almost made me blow my load right there. I groan. Once I take a couple breaths and can see straight. I growl out, “Slide two fingers in and out nice and slow.” Another pant. “I want to hear how wet you are for me.” “I need more, please.” “Greedy girl.” I chuckle and she whimpers. “Add a third finger and use your other hand to pinch your clit.”

“You know, I would have loved to feel your fingers on my skin while you opened the button of my shirt, trying not to lose your pace while I was pounding into you harder and harder.” She breathes in, and I can see her touching herself in front of my inner eye. “Are you spreading your wet pussy for me, princess?” “Yes,” she moans quietly, making me lose my mind. “Good girl,” I breathe out. “Use your index and ring finger, and massage your clit with your middle finger. Imagine it to be my tongue.” I can’t believe she actually complies as I hear her moan again. “Oh, God.” “Just like that, babe. Increase the rhythm. You taste so fucking good that I’ll go crazy on you.”

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

She stood there naked, Waiting for my next order. 'Sit back on the couch, spread your legs wide,' I said to her. 'You will masturbate for me now.' Touch your pussy and get wet. Do it nasty, 'like a slut who can't stop.' Tessa sat down, and her round ass sank into the cushions. She parted her thighs, her knees nearly touching the arms of the sofa, her right hand went straight to her pussy, fingers spreading her lips apart. She started rubbing her clit in slow circles. Her other hand grabbed one tit,

“I want to try something more. The masturbation part. Like just guide me. Please just show me how it’s done properly. I’ll do it myself while you watch and instruct. Tell me if I’ve improved. It’s still educational. Basics of self-pleasure and communication.” He tensed beneath me, hands freezing on my waist. “No. Emma, that’s pushing it. We said no full sexual acts. Watching you touch yourself… that crosses the line we set.” I stayed in his lap, rocking gently to keep the connection. “Please,” I whispered, my voice husky with need. “Just this once. For demonstration. I need to know the right way. You’ve been so careful with the rules, but I’m frustrated from all the abrupt stops. Show me how

It stroked harder, the head of my cock sliding through my tight fist with every pass. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered. The wet sound of her touching herself reached me clearly now. Slow circles, then faster. “I’m so wet for you, Father. I’ve been wet since I walked in. Tell me what to do. Tell me how you want me to touch myself while I think about you ruining me in your church.” I closed my eyes. My voice came out hoarse and low. “Two fingers. Slide them inside yourself. Slowly. Pretend they’re mine.”

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

“God, yes.” “Show me,” he ordered, withdrawing his fingers. Blind with need, she obeyed. Her own hand slipped between her legs, her fingers circling her clit, mimicking the rhythm he’d taught her. She kept her eyes locked on his as she pleasured herself for his viewing, the degradation and the empowerment of it making her burn hotter. “Beautiful,” he rasped, his own control visibly fraying. He unfastened his trousers, freeing his thick, heavy erection. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head nudging against her. “But your fingers are a poor substitute.”