Guided Masturbation Novels & Stories

It was a glorious thing, a discharge of pure static that returned the pulse to my system. I was completely on my back, with my knees pressed to my chest, and my movements became more and more rapid, desperate to reach the climax under his domain. But Frederick stopped the joint masturbation all at once, releasing his own cock from my fingers. He threw himself back a bit over his heels, brought his free hand to his mouth, and spat a generous amount of saliva directly onto his palm.

“This is prohibited.” “I’m an adult and will be graduating next month. What’s there to stop us?” she stated, dismayed at his prudence. He swallowed as Brenda continued toying with her tits and nipples. “I’ve mastered masturbation because there were no men around,” she disclosed, inserting her hands inside her panty. Justin’s manhood stood erect as the musky scent of vaginal juices emanated from her. She was wet and ready. He abruptly braked to a stop and opened the door. “Please, get out,” he barked in a controlled voice.

It was huge and veiny, the light dusting of pubic hair made it look fiercer. Precum leaked at the top and the urge to lick it was maddening. "Stroke yourself for me Trevor, I want to see" His answering groan was enough agreement for me. He was feeling this tension too. His hands reached for his dick while his eyes stayed on me. I could see the list in his eyes as he stroked himself for the first time. My eyes trailed to what his hand was doing and I knew I had a kink already. I love watching guys touch themselves, stroke themselves, fuck themselves.

It stroked harder, the head of my cock sliding through my tight fist with every pass. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered. The wet sound of her touching herself reached me clearly now. Slow circles, then faster. “I’m so wet for you, Father. I’ve been wet since I walked in. Tell me what to do. Tell me how you want me to touch myself while I think about you ruining me in your church.” I closed my eyes. My voice came out hoarse and low. “Two fingers. Slide them inside yourself. Slowly. Pretend they’re mine.”

I gripped the sheets beneath me, feeling very nervous about what was going to happen next. After his fingers were one knuckle in, my legs clamped down on his palm. "Master... Don't..." "Relax and let more juices flow from inside." He spread my legs and pressed them to the bed. Fingers began to pump all the way inside my pussy, from slow to fast. He deliberately flexed his fingers to stimulate my sensitive spots. I arched my back and let out a loud, "Yes! Oh God! Oh!" "Your juices are soaking my fingers." He held his soaked finger up to my face and deliberately said something that made me shy.

“Babe, use your fingers on me until I cum!” I lube up his ass and my fingers and work them in after massaging the area briefly, his ass is getting more used to this, I can tell as he relaxes the muscles allowing me to easily reach his prostate. I massage his prostate and feel him buck his hips as I get him close a couple times. On the third time that I feel his hips bucking, I feel his muscles tighten and see a stream of cum shoot out onto my bed. “Fuck! sorry babe, i wasn’t even sure that I would cum so hard. I just had heard of cuming hands free.”

Ch 26 E/S mutual mastudbation. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk. Dom ub dynamics. Prise and derogatory speaking. remote domination Dmitri He watches the Livestream and sees her start it as usual, sliding her ands against er body in sinewy motions. He is mesmerized by the movements buu doesn't start jacking off yet. Hhe likesthe delaty. Se asks I'm what tool she should use. And e realises se isn't easing tee audience but is expecting him to answer. Hhe says none. He wants her to use her fingers.

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

I turn it on and his body jolts forward as he lets out a choked moan. "Master!" He cries out. I have to pull his hips back up and hold him there as his body trembles with pleasure. I kneel up and use lubed fingers in his asshole to stretch him out for me. I turn the vibrator down so he can hold his orgasm as I scissor him with my two fingers. When I think he's ready for my dick, I slip on a condom and line up with his asshole, holding onto his hips tightly as I slowly push the head in. "Good slave," I praise, pushing away the thoughts of Adrian.

It is. As he moves his fingers in and out, I feel a climax starting to form inside me – and fast. Like all girls (or most), I masturbate. Not all the time, but I do it. But it usually takes a few minutes for me to get there, even though I know exactly what to do. But it hasn’t even been one minute, and I’m about to go over the edge. “Anthony…” My voice is barely a whisper, but his voice feels good coming out of my lips, almost as good as his fingers.