Guided Masturbation Novels & Stories

The tall finger playing with my flower bud. supported by his teasing thumb, making the best figure on my core- infinite. “Somebody is wet for me...” I bit my lower lip, and before I hummed in agreement, his thick finger slid inside my core, making me hiss in pleasurable pain. I threw my head back on his shoulder, only to give him more access to his teasing words to play with me. My core tried to adjust the one, and then he made it two. “Ahhh...,” Words choked, only pleasure dripping from my mouth.

She drops her hands to her sides and I give her a post transmission suggestion to masturbate in front of me. "Susan, when I press the transmitter again you will conclude that you have been unconsciously coming into my room naked because you want to show off your body to me. You apologize for accusing me of manipulating you. The idea of me seeing you naked gets you so hot that you have a sudden, overwhelming need to masturbate. You realize that you won't be able to achieve the orgasm you want unless you let me watch you. You will make yourself comfortable wherever you want and masturbate for me. You will encourage me to masturbate as well, fulfilling your fantasy of us masturbating together.

My pussy was a slippery mess. “Fuck,” I breathed. “I’m… really wet.” “Good girl.” His groan was loud as I heard fabric rustle, as if he were stroking himself. “Now rub your clit slowly. Imagine my tongue on it, flicking and sucking while I pin your thighs open.” “I shouldn’t—” My voice cracked. “This is so fucked up.” But my fingers kept moving, desperately rubbing my clit, pleasure building fast. “Finger yourself,” he growled. “Use two fingers, feel how empty that sweet cunt is without me stretching it.”

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.

⚠Mildly steamy content⚠ A thought popped into my head and I look towards the door and I make sure Mason isn't in the room. I lay flat in the tub and my hands travel down my body. My fingers move just under the hem of my panties and start making slow circles on my clitoris. As I start moving them faster I can feel the pleasure but it's not what I want. Next I do the unthinkable. "Mason!" I scream for him and keep rubbing myself. I just need to be touched. "Baby,it's okay. Just breath for me and I wi-oh my fuck." He says cutting himself off as he sees me touching myself.

“Enough talking. Now, move your fingers the way your body tells you to. Don’t rush it. Take your time. Feel it. Do you understand?” I can’t form words. My mind’s a haze of heat and want. “Sweetheart?” I open my eyes and nod, then recall he can’t see me. “Yes.” “Let your thumb massage your clit simultaneously. And your free hand should stroke your nipples.” A ruffling sound, and then he mutters an oath. I want to ask him if he’s okay, but I’m too far gone, lost in the rhythm of his voice and the tension tightening in every part of me.

I do not understand what my Master is saying to me, but try to dismiss it, as he kneels behind me, fingers parting my cheeks, opening my swelling folds, displaying my core. I know what he is doing. He has asked me several times to open myself for him, to display my glistening lips for his enjoyment, as it heats and flows under his attentions. I picture him, behind me, enjoying the view inside my folds as he prepares to fix his lips around my gaping pussy. As I anticipate, his fingers stretch me open, displaying my welling core, before, after an experimental probe of my pussy, the fingers glide to my clit, flicking, manipulating, squeezing gently.

The middle finger of her right hand descended on it with a deliberate force that made her squirm. Of all physical pleasure, she enjoyed masturbation most, relishing the sensation of her fingertip unfurling the petals of desire, finding the bud within, enjoying the sensation of her own finger against her own clit. There was sorcery in the way she could manipulate it, dam the cataract, think of something else, read a book while caressing herself, always aware but playing a game. She could make it last for an hour sometimes, delay the leap into heaven, that high, tumultuous moment of release.

He smiled and walked to me, he placed his palm flat on my lower belly and slowly slid it downwards and paused at the beginning of my slit. “Certainly." He replied digging his hand further. I watched from the mirror, the way his fingers slipped upwards and downwards stroking my wet clit. With the pad of his thumb and his forefinger, he picked my clit and started rubbing it. I cursed under my breath and turned to the door, it was slightly ajar, it wasn't even locked, someone could just walk inside and catch us fucking. " Baby, keep your eyes on the mirror. " Gabriel said to me using his left hand to rub across both of my tits.

She stood there, hands-free when he had straightened, and he sat back on his haunches to gaze at her. Put your hand on yourself. What he wanted was enacted by his command. Lanaya blinked sleepily and then grabbed her breast again with one hand while the other went between her legs. The instructions were, "Put a finger inside." When she did, a chill ran down her spine. They continued to masturbate while staring at each other, her body jerking and twisting inexplicably. Very slowly and softly, they gathered. Her own fluids dripped down her thighs and made a mess of his jeans as he painted her cunt and stomach with his sperm, but he didn't care.