Guided Masturbation Novels & Stories

“Go sit on the table. She did as he said, lifting her body onto the table. He dragged a chair in front of her and sat down. "Now play with yourself"He says.. She spread her legs, blushing. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before. She felt vulnerable and shy and he was watching her face, smiling. “Be a good girl,” he coaxed. “Rub your pretty pussy for me.” She tentatively touched her fingers between her legs, rubbing the tips over her clit in a circle, parting them to straddle the sides of it as she rubbed up and down. The more she touched, the more comfortable she became, until she wasn’t thinking about it at all. She was tracing down her slit with one finger, parting the lips for h

"It will be some time before we finish. Don't tense up your body. Otherwise, I can't help you." I began to feel some relief in my chest, and the pain eased slightly. A strange feeling surged within me. Suddenly, I noticed his unfocused gaze when our eyes met. Judging from his state, he seemed to be carried away by the heat of the moment. I could feel him becoming more and more aroused. Meanwhile, my body was throbbing so badly that I couldn't help but lean in closer. At that moment, I felt myself losing control once more. Charlie gently reminded me to change positions. "Babe, this isn't making it very easy for me. Could you move over?"

He grabbed his d**k and started stroking himself, watching him stroke himself made my p*ssy tingled. "Now, start playing with yourself" "Huh?" I asked. Play with myself? That's something I haven't done that before. "Play with yourself, I wanna watch you play with yourself" Well, maybe I should give it a try. My fingers found their ways to my p*ssy and started rubbing it, while my other hand grabbed my breast. I began to massage my breast as best as I could, while my fingers gently dipped in my p*ssy and started thrusting in and out.

Brittany giggles and shakes her head, “Not at all. Sex is like a slow build up, and sometimes, well, most of the time in my case, you don’t actually get off. Mastrabating is to the point, intense, and you are in total control, so you can make it as fast or slow as you want, or as many times as you want. I have a vibrator I use. The thing gets me off in, like, 10 seconds if I want it to. I can give myself orgasm after orgasm for as long as I want with it, and my limbs all feel like jelly afterward. It’s great.” “A vibrator does that?” I ask, wondering if I bought one, if I could figure out how to use the thing. “Well, yeah. You can do it with your fingers too, but I’m lazy and like the vibrat

I take turns circling my fingers against my swollen clit and pumping them in and out of me while Adam looks like he’s combusting. I think it’s the moaning of his name that’s doing it and how my back arches and I grind into my hand. By the way, he was the one who taught me this during the times we had encounters in the past. He'd done almost everything to my body, so now I don't feel embarrassed to do to myself what he did to me. “What now, Adam? Aren't you going to ask your powerless slave nicely?"

CHAPTER 3 Esther felt bad for the guys. It can’t have been easy for them, they had to stand as still as possible and let her do her thing. They must be dying to thrust their hips, correct her technique, or just grab her with both hands and force themselves all the way inside her. She wasn’t sure if she would object if they did. ‘Please take one of the male subjects’s hands, and use them to masturbate yourself.’ The male subjects were then instructed not to assist, or control the action. For the first guy that meant letting his arm go completely limp. For the other guy it went completely rigid.

“Do it slowly.” A shiver went through me. I slid my hand down between my legs and pushed my finger inside. I gasped…the wetness made it slide in too easily, my walls clenching around it. “Put in another finger,” he murmured. I obeyed, slipping a second finger in. Another gasp tore from me. Fuck… I was so wet. “Now fuck yourself with your fingers,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Go slow. Twist upwards while you move.”

"If I tell you to get naked for me, would you?" "I would not." "Okay," he laughs. "That one was harsh. What about just the shorts." "Are you mad?" "Alright. If you cannot get naked then how do we learn? Want me to get a girl over and let her show you how it's done? The masturbating part, actually." "No," "Then slide your hands into your shorts and touch yourself, sunshine. Now, this is different. There's no getting naked. Just rub, stroke... My hands move with their own accord. Jason's eyes never leave mine as my fingers brush with the sensitive nub. My hands meet with sticky wetness and I gasp.

He let go of my hand and leaned back on his elbow next to my waist, just watching me. I looked down at my fingers and then back up at him. I had never done this before. Never in my entire life. He knew that. And he wanted to watch me while I pleasured myself. "Danzel," I pleaded, hoping he would help me just a little. "Trace your fingers over your breast, down your stomach, and then over your dripping pussy," he instructed. I closed my eyes and slowly followed his instructions. I traced my fingers over my breast, my nipples hardening instantly at the touch. I hesitated for a second when my fingers reached my core.

One of my hands flew down almost without thinking, covering his, and I started moving with him—fucking myself on his fingers, using him, chasing the friction like a desperate little slut. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching my face. “Ride them. Show me how badly you’ve needed this.” “Uncle—” My voice cracked. “Oh my god—” “How does it feel?” He twisted his wrist on the next thrust, stretching me wider. “Tell Daddy.” “Full—so full—your fingers are so thick—” I was panting, grinding down harder, the wet sounds getting louder. “Feels so good… please don’t stop—”