Handjob Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

My throat had never felt so full of cock, and that moment seemed to last forever. My girl’s hand was like an anvil on my head. I whim- pered around her girth, but she didn’t let me up. My tears and snot and saliva soaked her black pants, but there was nothing I could do about it. Finally, she let up her hold on my head and apologized about a thousand times. I didn’t let her hard-on out of my mouth long enough even to tell her it was okay. The waiting had worked me into a frenzy. I wrapped a fist around her shaft and pumped it hard with my hand, sucking the top half like crazy.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

I want to slap myself because my body heated up when the scene of me holding his crotch and moving it up and down rhythmically kept playing in my mind. Damn it! I never expected I could do that in my entire life! Based on my research, it's called a handjob! We both satisfied our needs; he fingered me while I gave him a handjob! Shit, I feel so hot! It's annoying; why do I have to remember that? It's so embarrassing! I'll never give in to the heat I felt because I know I'll regret it so much! "Hey, Architect seems to be remembering something! Don't tell me you've touched Engineer's dick!"

His body twitched and he moaned out loud, turning me on even the more, I let go of Laura’s hand for her to continue the handjob and put my second hand on his second nipple. I rounded the nipple in my index and pinky finger, playing and rubbing it like it was a ball. “This feels so good! Go faster Laura!” He shut his eyes tight and I saw Laura increase the pacing of her hands, and hand fucking him like her life depended on it. “Yes baby.” He brought Laura closer to him and put his mouth on hers, circling her lips with his tongue and using his hands to play with her boobs. All together,we looked like a weird shaped pretzel.

I whispered, nipping at her earlobe. I shoved three fingers into her , stretching her open while my thumb worked on her swollen nub. She writhed, grinding back into me, her ass rubbing my mound. I reached around to tweak her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, then pulling until she arched. Her hand snaked back, finding my pussy again. She stroked my clit slowly but I pushed her hand away, I wanted to focus on her at the moment. Seeming to understand that she kept her hand on mine wanting me to go faster, but I was slow this time, savoring the way her breaths became uneven.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

My wetness dripping out of my vagina as his hands pressed against it from outside the pant and showed me his fingers to let me see how wet I am. He quickly bent down and we were kissing again this time more passionately. His hands running all over my boobs, belly, and between my thighs reaching all the corners of my heating body. I moved my one hand down to his bulge and started unbolting with just one hand. It wasn't hard and it came down pretty nicely. I touched my vagina to get my fingers a little wet. Perfect use of my wetness to give him a handjob. I gripped his erect dick. I felt his little veins bulges over his dick while my hand ran up and down wrapping it up with pussy cum.

Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm. “Look at me while you finger me,” she gasped. “Watch how your shy fingers are making me drip all over them. This is what you do to a woman when you learn her body.” Her breathing grew ragged. She rode my fingers harder, her juices coating my hand and dripping down my wrist. I kept curling, rubbing, circling—completely mesmerized by the sight of this stunning woman using my hand to chase her pleasure.

In return my cock twitched in response to her look of longing and she smiled a beautiful smile. Reaching out she wrapped her small pretty hand around the shaft of my hard cock. Her hand was so cool and soft on my cock and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as I swelled up larger at her touch. Cindy started pumping her hand up and down on my cock and I was surprised at how firmly she gripped my cock until I realized that she had obviously had given a handjob before because she seemed so confident.