Guided Masturbation Novels & Stories

Her wet fingers moved to my clit, stroking it. I couldn't pretend it wasn't affecting me anymore; I let out cries of pleasures as she masturbated me. I suddenly let out a cry of pain; she had pinched my clit! I struggled to free myself, frantically pushing against the hands holding me. Her fingers came back to my clit and gently stroked until I quieted. All that time she was laughing. She kept on doing it; masturbating me until my cries grew desperate and then pinching me, but I was getting close to coming anyway. I almost didn't mind the pinching anymore. I lay there squirming in their hands, wishing I could touch myself when her fingers withdrew.

he breathed, his blond pupils back on my pussy, “for me.” This is my chance. Acting on instincts, I released my pose and thought of massaging my labia. But the master instructed, “Show me how you do it, Am.” “What?” I looked over my shoulder. “You touch yourself, don’t you?” Before I could tell him the truth, he added, “I want you to show me how you do it. How you make yourself feel good.” And I reluctantly resumed my slutty pose and used three fingers. Embarrassment, shame and something hot flushed up to my breasts.

she murmured, sounding genuinely puzzled. Her hand was so small and soft that it got me burning up all over. However, the pain from the impact just now was still too intense, so there was no way I was getting it up anytime soon. "Use a bit more pressure and stroke it a little. You need to encourage blood flow to prevent the blood from pooling." Truth be told, her gentle touch had actually made me feel better. The pain wasn't nearly as bad anymore, and I was slowly starting to get turned on again.

Master's hand immediately landed on her neck, he started delicately rubbing the spot where her glands were. “You broke a rule and I punished you. That’s it. There is no point of overthinking it.” He kept the massage of her glands making her go soft and without noticing it her pheromones filled the room. It was so relaxing, so pleasant, so exciting. She felt his lips on her neck.

he pleaded. “It feels… amazing,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… Oh, I need you to touch me, Michael.” I whispered, rubbing circles around my clit. “Good. I want you to take your time,” he instructed. “I want you to tease yourself, just like I would. Imagine my hands on you, guiding you, showing you exactly how to make yourself feel good.” I could almost feel the weight of his body on top of mine, the warmth radiating from him.

“Trust me, masturbation is my specialty.” Aiden exhaled shakily, gripping the couch cushion. Lukas’s fingers circled him, gentle at first, patient, working the lube in until Aiden felt himself soften into it, hips tilting back involuntarily. “That’s it,” Lukas whispered, approval warm and sinful. “Let me in, doc.” He pressed the pad of one slick finger to Aiden’s ass, not pushing yet, just letting Aiden feel the promise, the heat, the inevitability of what came next.

I needed to be inside of him. Without warning, I slid three of my fingers into his hole. His body tightened instantly. He cried out in pleasure. My lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “Continue to touch yourself. But you can't cum until I tell you to,” I ordered as my fingers continued to stretch his insides. His moans filled the room. The squishing sounds of masturbation echoed through my ears. My body trembled with the satisfaction. “I'm close… I'm so fucking close…” He whimpered.

Edging into my hand and thrusting harder, always keeping his motion in time with what he's doing to me. We’re masturbating each other, and I don’t even know how we got here. How I even know what I am doing as the only experience I have ever gotten about giving a guy any kind of hand favor was in sex ed class. The tingles grow, the warm turns to a hot burning sensation from toes to ankles, and starts climbing. My stomach tightened into knots, and some pressure that feels so good, like a pending sneeze, only better. I muffle my face into his shoulder, trying to calm my noises and keeping them to a whimper instead.

“Now slide your hand down. Into your bottoms.” I let one hand drift lower, fingers slipping beneath the white string. I was already wet—had been since the moment he started directing me. “Show me,” he said. “Spread your legs a little. Let me see.” I widened my stance, fingers parting my folds, circling my clit. His breathing was audible now, rough. “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he commanded. “Slow. Let me watch.” I pushed one finger inside, moaning as I did. Then two.

"I said, play with yourself. Finger yourself. Play with your clit. Fuck yourself. I want to watch you arouse yourself. Then, when you're good and wet, I'm going to fuck you." Sliding fingers down the front of my panties, I start to rub myself, fingering through my red curls so that my Master can see the movement through the green silk. His head tilts and his eyes are dark, his pupils wide as he watches. I allow a few foxy hairs to escape the lace of the panties, rosy against the white of my thighs...