Stw Masturbasi Novels & Stories

The sweat washed away. When the job was just done he got an uncontrollable urge to masturbate and that was exactly what he needed. The water streamed down him as he faced into the shower. Standing and hunched slightly, he pumped hard and fast. His grip was light. The water began to make a repetitive pattern with the strokes he made. This was the first time he had masturbated in the shower. Usually, it was too slippery with all that water. But today, he had been throbbing for over half an hour. Today it was happening.

J was grabbing me with his arms wrapped around my chest, with his body pressed against my back while he fucked my ass to breed me with his load. I felt his cum filling me up and my stretched asshole and taint getting wet with his cum that was leaking out. So I started masturbating and I was rock hard too. He was still pounding me when I came, and I shot ropes of cum on the ground. I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach.

Ellis got more interested with Master Hero's sexual problem. "I only have one woman. She got exhausted and sore but she is patient with me. I can not stop, Uncle. I'm like a beast, I'm trying to go slow because I knew it is also hard for her especially when we meet everyday. I'm addicted!" Master Hero explained. "Do you masturbate to help you out and reduced the amount of times in a session?" Dr. Ellis asked. "I do masturbate everyday. It is the same, did not lessen. As long as she is with me, my arousal never goes off," Master Hero said.

A mixture of pain and pleasure ran through my vulva, suddenly forcing me to stretch my legs wider. “You are a slutty girl, right?” He asked, his face cold. With a smile, he continued, “You are a filthy cheater, honey. You've abandoned your husband to pleasure yourself with my images.” After swallowing hard, he clenched his teeth and added, “I'll teach you how to control your lust and there is only one way–to f*ck those juices out of your brains!” Meanwhile, he joined his two middle fingers and shoved them to the furthest point of my p*ssy, then suddenly thrust them out, saying, “Next time, I want you to narrate all the moments you have ever masturbated while thinking about me, sl*t–”

My pulse spiked instantly, hammering beneath his thumb like a trapped bird desperate to break free. “It’s normal,” he continued, voice calm, slipping into that clinical tone he used when he was trying to soothe. “For adolescent and young adult females post-menarche, masturbation is a common and physiologically healthy method of sexual self-exploration, particularly during periods of heightened hormonal activity such as ovulation or stress response. It serves as a natural outlet for libido, reduces tension, and has documented benefits for mood regulation and pelvic floor health.” He said it so factually, so gently, like he was reading from a textbook he’d written himself. Trying to make me fe

She could see his penis after all, and it most undoubtedly was a stiffy indeed. One of his hands was pressed firmly to the base of his stomach, splayed with fingers around the root of his penis. The springy coils of dark pubic hair stuck up around his fingers. His other hand was curled around the rigid length and worked rapidly up and down. Kit's eyes were squeezed shut, and his brow was furrowed, but Swan knew that these were not signs of pain or illness. She tipped her head to the side and watched him masturbate. She'd never seen anything like it before. It was certainly nothing like the modest marble endowment of the Greek statue in the garden. It was, in fact, quite large and interesting

I could feel myself slowly getting softer inside her, but it still gripped to the outer walls of her tube, before she finally pulled out, not letting a drop of semen spill out, and Tara cleaned off the remains from my tip. While Tia was still horny from our session together, Tara rolled her sister to the side of me, and grabbed a dildo out of the drawer next to her. It was huge, must have been twice the size of my penis when at it's best, yet she was able to get it three-quarters of the way inside her pussy, and she violently masturbated her sister with it. Tia couldn't control herself, and left a gaping mouth with the occasional short scream, and tensed up her body as the orgasm was buildin

“Come on. Seriously? Were you a freaking saint or nun or something? How could you not get yourself off? I have to do it every once in a while or I get pent up and frustrated. It’s so relaxing. Like, it loosens all the muscles in your body at once when you finally find your own release.” That does sound like it would feel good. After I got over the pain last night, being with Adrian felt good after a while. Really good. “Does it feel the same as sex?” Brittany giggles and shakes her head, “Not at all. Sex is like a slow build up, and sometimes, well, most of the time in my case, you don’t actually get off. Mastrabating is to the point, intense, and you are in total control, so you can make it

The display on the table excites me: water-based and silicone lube bottles, butt plugs, prostate massager, cock rings, cock cage, nipple suckers, harness strap-ons, hog-tie restraints, dildos. My stomach knots with a tidal wave of excitement. I can feel the pleasure spreading through me. “You fucking slut, you want me to play with your ass huh?” I murmur. “Yes, mistress.” I pick the prostrate massager and a lube bottle. “Get on your knees, let me see that ass!” Without question, he rolls down the thong. His dick springs free. Rock-hard, thick, throbbing. He falls on his knees. On all fours, spreading himself. Like a good boy.

Triple-stuffed, her body convulsed in dirty ecstasy. “Take the triple, you insatiable whore… dildo in your mouth, cocks in your pussy and ass, filling you completely, fucking you until you cum again,” Stefan growled. The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere.