Handjob Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

​He moved one hand up my body to cup my left boob, and the other hand was already playing with my pussy. ​My entire body is hot and aching for his dick. I could feel his erection on the side of my thigh. Then he reaches for my hand and places it directly on the hard bulge in his pants. In the same breath, he sticks two of his fingers inside my pussy, going in and out slowly at first, then faster, while I stroked his dick. I’ve never given hand jobs before, but because of Iris’s stories about her sexual encounters, I had somewhat of an experience. ​“Is this okay?” he asks as he strokes between my legs.

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.

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.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

I whine, hips chasing her hand desperately, wanting to release the pressure building up. She smiles as she smears my own juices across my lips, then forces them into my mouth. “Taste how much you need me, baby. Suck.” I do, moaning around her fingers, tongue swirling desperately as I lick my juice off her fingers—every single drop until the only thing her fingers are glistening with is my saliva. “Good girl.” She grunts as she manifests that thick, long, and veiny demon cock. Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length.

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

what was to be the next part of my story. I was not going to waste my first and best cum on a hand job. This is what she had done to John, tease the hell out of him with her body and then get him off with a hand job. Well, I had to get in that pussy , now was the best time when she was hot.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

Lisa slipped two fingers of her left hand down to Cindy's crotch and grasped my cock with her right. "Close your eyes, drift off and let me take care of you," Lisa said. I did close my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her hand stroking my erection. I heard Cindy moaning as Lisa played with her pussy. My fingers were buried in Lisa's and she kept thrusting her hips against my hand. I reached across Lisa's body, found Cindy's arm; slid my hand down her arm until I found her hand. She squeezed it. I felt my the cream in my balls stirring; Lisa's steady stroking of my stiff staff doing the job. Cindy orgasmed, moaning deeper, squeezing my hand harder as she spasmed. Lisa also shivered through a

he said, grinning. She giggled and did as he bade, bringing her free hand up and cradling his pendulous sack as she continued stroking. "Does that feel good?" Alex asked. "Is this what a handjob is?" she asked, causing herself to blush. He chuckled and nodded. "This is most definitely a handjob, and it feels really good. Don't let guys tell you that they need intercourse or a blowjob to cum. Plenty of guys can get off with a little lubrication and some female assistance. After all, this is how we bring ourselves off." She looked up and saw him raise his hand and wiggle his fingers. Nodding, she ran her fingers up and down his shaft.