Handjob Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

His hand came down and touched my hair, fingers pushing through it. “That feels nice,” he said, voice going all soft and moany. “Keep going, Aiden. Faster. Make this good.” His fingers moved from my hair to my lips, tracing them while he looked down at me. “Your lips are so pretty. Did you know that? They look soft. Bet they would feel even better than your hand. Come on, just suck it a little. Please? I got the problem right. You owe me.” I pulled my head back a bit so his fingers would stop touching my mouth. “No. I said handjob only. I am not sucking you off, Eric. That was not the deal and it is not happening.”

Unable to decide if I hate him or love him for this, I can only go along with it. “Lay down,” Gabriel says. I do, and he settles beside me, propping his head in his hands. He trails a hand lazily around my breasts, then down to my stomach and further, dipping a finger into my center and bringing it up to circle my clit. “You’re not playing fair,” I whine. “Who said anything about fair?” he counters, dipping his head to kiss me while his hand plays with my pussy. I reach for his cock, then scowl when I realize it’s sheathed. I wrap my hand around it anyway, unused to the feel but eager to put him through the same torture as me.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

His knuckles pressed against me as he started pumping in and out fast. My pussy grabbed at his fingers, pulling them deeper, soaking his whole hand. "You're soaked," he said, voice rough. His eyes stayed fixed on his fingers sliding in and out of me. He curled them inside and hit that spot that made my legs shake. I moaned and started riding his hand. "Harder," I told him, grinding down. "You left me out there alone. Make it up to me." He pressed his thumb hard on my clit and rubbed tight circles while his fingers slammed in and out.

"Have you ever held or seen a man's erection? Ever given a handjob?" "Yes sir, my boyfriend would come over and make out on nights I was babysitting; he used to get so horny I would feel sorry for him and jack him off." In the hypnotic trance Rebecca had just admitted that she lied on the questionnaire when she denied ever having seen or held a man's cock.

“Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.” Alex shook his head weakly, but the denial died in his throat as Jax plunged three fingers deep, pumping them hard while sucking him again. The freshman’s back arched off the bench, a broken sob escaping him as orgasm crashed over him without warning. He came hard down Jax’s throat, hips jerking erratically. Jax swallowed every drop, milking him dry before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

Theo’s hand kept pumping him with perfect, loving pressure, thumb swirling through the constant flow of pre-cum. Their dad laughed at another story, completely unaware that his younger stepson was jerking off his older stepson under the breakfast table. Troy bit the inside of his cheek hard, fighting with every ounce of willpower not to come. His cock ached, swollen and desperate in Theo’s warm, talented hand. The passion between them, even in this risky moment, felt electric—deeply sensual, addictive, and terrifyingly intimate. Theo smiled sweetly at their mom while his fist gave one final, long, luxurious stroke along Troy’s throbbing length.

I needed both hands. I thought about taking off the blindfold, but it was so erotic to have given myself to this man without knowing who he was or what he looked like, so I just started jerking him off. Richard would have cum within seconds if I had done this to him. This guy let me work his dick for at least a minute when he changed tactics and told me to put my hands behind my back. I could hear him taking over for me working his own cock. Now instead of being a participant, I was just his cum receptacle. Another 30-40 seconds went by when he told me to open my mouth. I did so immediately and I was rewarded with a very thick, very accurately shot, voluminous load of cum. I don't think any

she lied, hand on his thigh. Liam froze a second, then embraced it. Twins on either side, bodies hot. Isabella ground her pussy on his thigh, wet through shorts. "Mmm, stepdad. So hard." Her hand found his cock over boxers, stroking light. Sophia whimpered as his fingers slipped under her panties, tracing her slit. Virgin tight, slick. He fingered her shallow—one digit dipping in, out slow. "Good girls," he growled low. Thunder masked their moans.

Her eyelids droop when I slide a finger along her seam. "You're wet for me, Kat." She tips her head back and hums. Baring her throat, vulnerable, and my teeth are bared when I duck my head to lick her there. "You think you're ready for me?" I push a finger inside her. She's tight. Her muscles clamp down on me, fluttering at the intrusion, and I grit my teeth as I pump in and out to the second knuckle. I work her like that, thumb skimming over her clit, until I can add a second finger, then a third. Until she's melted into the sofa, panting and boneless after coming twice on my hand.