Guided Masturbation Novelas e Histórias

“So the power of masturbation is quite simple and the main goal for it is for you to learn how to pleasure yourself and how to control your own urges by yourself.” “Do you understand.” “Yes I do.” “Good, now I would be showing you.” I turned on the volume of the music to the highest and grabbed a glass of wine, sitting opposite her and crossing my legs. “Firstly, I want you to entertain me. Strip for me in the most seductive manner. Touch your boobs and you ass like you always wanted to be touched. I need you to have a rhythm, don't just rush into it. Follow the music too.“

He didn’t leave the door open. Hell, he’d just told me he was masturbating in there. My hand went to the front of my shorts and slipped under my panties again. I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and arched upward grinding against my hand. I pulled my shorts down with the other hand and used those fingers to circle my clit. It wasn’t enough and I groaned in frustration. Fuck.

One night only, I only need to try it once to keep going. He rips the towel from my waist and tosses it aside to lower his hand and search for my penis. So many times thinking about this, imagining what it would be like to have her with her legs open for me. I introduce my fingers stimulating and watch her from above as her lips remain apart. "Aren't you going to say something cheesy?" He gasps and looks at me, we masturbate each other looking into our eyes, melting into each other and this room, "Or something dirty?"

I pushed three fingers in and my walls opened around them immediately with an ease that would have shocked me by class 101, but now just felt like progress. "Ohh…" Barely a whisper. And my free hand slapped the cubicle wall for balance. Then I started pumping in and out. The wet sounds my pussy made bounced off the toilet walls and the door. Filling the small space completely. My folds dragged along my fingers on every withdrawal. Gripping tight like they hated the exit, before swallowing them whole again on every thrust. My thumb worked my clit between strokes and my thighs were shaking already on the toilet rim. "Stretch yourself first guurrll," Sasha instructed on the screen. "Get those w

My fingers trembled as I opened the message. And then came the videos. The first — a random obscene video of a man masturbating, more like performing for the camera. The second — a woman, touching herself, her face blurred but her body exposed while a man stood beside her, watching her touch herself and moaning while his hands groped her breasts. The third — the same woman, now with the man, her mouth on him, his manhood, her movements mechanical, practised. She was pleasuring him with her mouth and hands. Giving him a blowjob. Later, he was pleasuring her with his fingers and mouth.

God how I wanted to be the woman being spanked. I had to stop masturbating several times to avoid climaxing. Fortunately the video ended while I still had some control. Whoever posted that video had a couple others, all in the same style and approximately the same content. I watched them all. After I started the last one, I moved the chair and got down on the cold concrete floor. I was on my hands and knees facing the screen. I had the ping pong paddle in my right hand and began to spank myself at the same speed as the Domme in the video was paddling her sub. That sub had her hands between her legs and was holding a Hitachi Wand against her pussy. I didn't want to stop and go upstairs to gra

"Soon. First, tell me what you want." "I want to come. I want your permission. I've been good—" "You have been good. So good. My perfect girl." His voice dropped lower. "Slide two fingers inside yourself. Slowly. Feel how wet you are." I obeyed. My fingers slid in easily, my walls clenching around them immediately. "Fuck yourself. Slowly at first. Build it up." I pumped my fingers in and out. Slow strokes that made me moan. "Now use your other hand on your clit. Circles. Light at first."

“I-im so wet. E-every time I circle, it throbs harder, I feel the inside of my body vibrating in ecstasy…I can barely think about anything.” “Good girl. Keep going. Don’t stop.” My hips rolled in a shallow, helpless rhythm now, matching the slow sweep of my fingers. The sheets were twisted under me. My nipples ached from the constant teasing as sweat prickled along my collarbone. “Add another finger,” he said suddenly, voice low and commanding. “Two now. Slide them down, coat them with your juices then bring them back up and press them flat against that little clit. Rub side to side, slow, firm.”

Walking into the bedroom, he tosses me on the bed and stands at the edge staring at me. "Touch yourself." He commands. I slip my hand between my legs and moan. Rubbing my clit and arching my back. He begins stroking himself while watching me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. "Finger yourself" He commands again. I dip a finger inside myself and curl it upwards, hitting that magical little spot. I let outa loud moan and watch him huff and growl as he strokes himself faster.

Her coaching me lets me focus on what I’m doing, making me forget for a while that it is Zared I am dealing with. I add fingers until there are three in. Celeste encourages me to scissor my fingers to encourage Zared to relax. I find the walnut sized hard spot that is his prostate. Once I find it and rub my fingers over it Zared starts grunting and panting. A steady stream of pre cum flows from his half hard cock. It doesn’t take long for him to climax, even though his cock is not fully erect. I revel in the power I have over him I retract my fingers from his hole. Zared doesn’t react and seems to be in a daze. A modicum of worry creeps up on me and I ask if he is okay.