Guided Masturbation Novels & Stories

I slide down my shorts, letting my erection free. I'm masturbating as Kate massages her perfect little tits. She leans down, trying to get a nipple in her mouth, not quite big enough. She steps back from the bed and time goes into slow mo, as her fingers slide inside the waistband of her shorts and push them down. I have to stop stroking. I'm too close to cumming.

I can hear you go slow, speed up your hand , Gabriel I want you to cum". I purr and his hand leap into action. " Don't you dare cum until I tell you to do so, sweetheart . Turn you wrist and put your thumb on your clit, start rubbing little circle on it while you fuck yourself with your fingers". His instructions are getting more demanding , making me thing he is getting close to his own release. The addiction of my thumb on my clit makes my pleasure skyrocket. " I'm so close, Gabriel !" I cry out

-Yes… – Missy cried, feeling her entrance flesh contract so violently that she moved her fingers there unconsciously. - So do what your body is asking. – he panted, masturbating his cock roughly while looking at her – Sink those little fingers deep inside that luscious pussy, exactly as I wanted my cock to do. Pretend it's my tongue caressing that sweet spot. Squeeze your breasts and tease your nipples the way you wanted me to. Let your body show you how it can take care of itself, if you let it... - Logan encouraged her, making her moan, out of her mind.

“Spread your legs for me…knees wider… Mhm look at that pussy, begging to be played with.” I obeyed, desperate, craving. “Good girl. Place your index and middle finger on your clit…rub gently in a circle…grind your hips.” I moaned, biting my lip as heat rushed through me. “Imagine I'm there. Think of me…keep grinding…faster, but not too fast. I don't want you to come yet.” Every word sank in, he'd taken total control. My fingers moved in circles, teasing my clit as my hips moved against nothing.

He guided my hand back down my pants, slowly putting my fingers back in my dripping pussy. “Now, be a good girl and touch yourself for me.” He cooed, moving my fingers back and forth. I curled my fingers in my vagina, feeling them rub across the bridges, nearing my G spot, as Cassian controlled my hand back and forth in a steady rhythm. “Does that feel good?” He smirked, quickening the pace. My eyes met his dark lustful own. I nodded, a whimper leaving my lips as my mind blanked out. I could barely comprehend what was happening fully, all I know was that it felt good, not to talk of saying actual, human words.

A prickling sensation ran through my whole body, as if tiny ants were crawling under my skin, leaving me shivering from head to toe. Soon, another wave of heat washed over me, drenching my bottoms. I felt so humiliated that I nearly cried. And yet the man holding me in place seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my reactions. His persuasive tone, combined with his ministrations, was slowly wearing down my rationality. "Don't panic. I'm going to help you now." He extended a finger and gently slid it along the moist spot. A burst of electricity shot through my core and spread throughout my body. Cameron quickened his pace and slowly inserted his warm finger into me.

When I touched myself, I almost started to masturbate right there, in the hallway…but I didn’t. Marco was standing next to me. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her hand go between her legs. She slowly begin to rub herself. The scent of female sex was every where. We could smell the intoxicating fragrance of Angela’s sexuality coming from her open door. Angela put her hand between her pillow and her pussy. We could see her long fingers making circles against her clitoris. She plunged her fingers deep into her vagina and groaned as she finger fucked herself. Marco and I couldn’t move. We just stood by Angela’s door and watched in amazement. Neither of us had ever seen anyone masturbate before

“Now you try again, Lila. Copy her exactly.” Lila resumed touching herself, mimicking the blonde’s technique. The visual of another woman masturbating right in front of her while the men stroked their cocks made everything more intense. Her moans grew louder, less controlled. Master Kane moved around the circle, correcting technique, giving praise, and occasionally touching someone lightly to demonstrate. When he returned to Lila, he slid two of his own fingers back inside her without warning, pumping steadily while she continued rubbing her clit. “Keep going,” he ordered. “Don’t stop this time. Let them see you squirt for the first time.”

His thumbs circled my hardened nipples through the fabric. “This area responds strongly when you’re aroused,” he noted, his tone still trying to be instructional. “You’re showing clear physical responses.” “Alex,” I gasped after one particularly intense grind that left me trembling. “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.”

My brain didn’t grab the memo—it kept rewinding back to my step-daddy’s grunting sounds as he stroked himself in the bathroom, making my body warm up, despite the fact that I was under a cold running shower. My fingers twitched beside me, aching to touch my body—my pussy to be precised. It was funny how I was never one to masturbate, but ever since Daddy finger-fucked me two days ago, my fingers were now familiar with my pussy, always going down there at the slightest turn on. After several minutes of touching myself, while pretending my fingers were that of my step-daddy’s, I was done showering. I put on my pajamas—a short, which was barely covering my ass and a see-through button-up shirt.