Guided Masturbation Novels & Stories

“Masturbate yourself like you do at home.” His gray eyes followed my hand as I reached down and rubbed my wet slit then slid two fingers deep into my pussy. My other hand travelled up to my clit and I massaged it, slowly at first, then more vigorously, bucking my hips into my hand. I moaned softly under his watchful eye. The evidence of Father Michaels’s arousal tented his black slacks as he watched me pleasure myself. Just as I started coming close to orgasm he whispered hoarsely, “Now stop.”

As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.

But I manage, "Really close." "It doesn't take very much with you, does it?" I can hear the wicked smile in his voice. "Why don't you move your hand a little lower?" I do, letting out a shaky breath. "Slip a finger inside yourself," he tells me. "But use your thumb to keep massaging your clit." He doesn't have to tell me twice. I do as he orders, letting out a sigh as I begin to massage myself. I've never felt this brazen, and my body is responding by becoming extra sensitive to my every touch, both outside and in.

The woman on screen moaned softly as he teased her with his fingers, drawing out slick sounds that made my thighs press together instinctively. My hand slipped beneath the loose fabric of my clothing, tracing lightly over my stomach before dipping lower. I was already damp, my folds swollen with anticipation. I started slow, just as Elias had taught me—circling my clit with feather-light touches, letting the video’s soft gasps guide my rhythm. My breath hitched as I dipped two fingers inside myself, feeling the tight, wet heat that clenched around them. I pumped them lazily, curling upward to brush that sensitive spot while my thumb continued its gentle assault on my clit.

I slip a silk blindfold over his eyes and tie it at the back as Mason's body shivers at my touch. "Let me guide you," I say as I hold his hand and guide him to stand up and get on the bed. I lay down and hold Mason's hips for him to straddle my waist, my dick resting against his ass. "I'm tired after the walk, why don't you make me feel good slave. That is what you're for," I say as I get him to lift up and slip my dick into his wet hole. I lay back and put my hands behind my head as Mason circles his hips on my dick before he starts lifting up and down to fuck himself. I let out a quiet groan as his warm, tight hole sends pleasure through my dick and straight to my balls.

I wasn't used to masturbation but having the image of the man who was the reason for my action made it felt good. I pumped my hands deep inside jerking my head back as I felt my whole body almost exploding. I hadn't felt this good in a long time. I bite my bottom lip, part my legs wider, and shifted my hips on the bathroom seat. I match my pace together with my fingers doing their magic in taking me to greater heights.

I kneel on the end of the bed, gently rubbing my hands along her back, ass and legs. “Are you certain this is what you want? What you need?” “Yes. Please be gentle.” “Always my love. Never anything else.” I run my hands gently down her thighs before using gentle pressure to widen them. I run my palm gently against her mound before using my middle finger to rub ginger circles around her clit. I bring my hand back towards her rear using my fingers to gently expose her entrance. “Stay still, my love. Let me do the work. Rushing this will make the pain worse.”

he says, taking a sip and reclining back, long legs spread wide as he watches me, elbow on the armrest, head resting against the chair's back. "I...I don't think I can do that," I stammer, feeling embarrassed. He grins. "I think you can. I'm pretty sure in fact. Do it. Put your fingers on your clit and rub.” I'm tentative but I reach to touch myself. I'm swollen and wet already. He watches me casually, drink in hand. Fuck, it's turning me on. "Good girl. Now dip your fingers inside yourself and smear your juices all over. Good. Like that."

Justin growled as he watched her slide her long nimble fingers across her full generous breasts, tweaking her own nipples mischievously, before sliding her right hand down to her pussy. Claire began to masturbate herself, taking care to keeps her legs wide, maintaining eye contact and making lots of satisfied moans and gurgles. Her nipples were nice and hard and her cunt lovely and moist. Gradually she forgot where she was and began to enjoy the warm pleasure caused by her own dexterous fingers.

I knew this would be another time were I've got to listen to her weird ideas because I'm damn wet and I've got no one to lay with. Obviously I calmly refused the mind that told me I should go join my parent. " I don't know how to masturbate Tess “ " Ohhh, that's…i don't know.. that means you can't finger fuck yourself, how about you rub your clit on a soft area, it's still masturbation but you don't hsvr to thrust anything in your pussy hole just you exploring yourself and getting pleasure. "Thanks" I muttered before cutting the call. Taking off my clothes immediately I went to my pillow as I sat on it, using it to graze my clits, teasing it softly..