Erotic Mastrubation stories
A large collection of sex stories about mastrubation and toys.
Of course Eugene pleased me, I’m not completely biased, but the connection I felt with Ethan was more pronounced, I can’t deny. I stand up and walk to my door, and when Ethan’s eyes meet mine, I see a flash of surprise before he gives me a neat, easy smile. “Do you want to join?” Ethan ask, looking up to me and pulling out a sandwich bag filled with bud. Two days later --after my new pad is thoroughly cleaned to my standards-- I invite Aaliyah, Dylan, Eugene and Taniyah over for a 'housewarming party'. Thinking of his lips on my skin, the lust in his eyes, the way he groaned every time he was deep inside me.
I'm sure we can dream up some yummy experiments for us both to try.” Lauren had a gleam in her eye as she said that, knowing Renee didn't have a clue what she was alluding to. Lauren took her time getting ready for bed, the thoughts she'd had all day about Renee raced through her mind. It wasn't long before Renee's light was extinguished and Lauren heard faint snoring coming from the young woman's room. In her mind, Renee would at first be shocked by Lauren writhing on the bed, the blue toy working its magic between her legs, then a smile would replace the shocked expression as she walked towards Lauren to join her in achieving that blissful state.
She didn’t like the way things had ended with Bradley. I really didn’t want it to end like this. I hope you don’t mind Bradley, but I thought it was only right that I try again and let your hear what you missed. When you think of me, I want you to remember the dirty fucking times we had together. “My arse wasn’t the only thing you liked to spank though, was it? You would slap my pussy… Oh god, do you know how much of a relief it was to feel the stinging contact of your hands against my aching pussy?” “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out between us, but I am so glad that you got the job you’ve always dreamed of.
Holding up a particularly naughty pair to her own hips, Melanie giggled at the thought of wearing such a thing to school, let alone to work. Her thoughts pressed further, imagining wearing the blindfold as well as the cuffs, and feeling as some strong lover’s body slid down hers. Something inside her began to burn at the thought of how that must feel, and what exactly the beads were for. Melanie laid back onto the bed and dipped her hand, along with the toy, into her panties, desperate for a more fulfilling sensation. Her moans and groans of pleasure filled the air, and her hips rocked as she worked the toy inside her fervently.
A girl I work with said this was a good place to find some action, parties etcetera." Ivan and I had become good friends with Trixie, and we had been going up there at least once a week since the first night. When we got to the top of the stairs, Trixie was very happy to see me but quickly got one of her girls to take Joy through to the changing rooms and get her a towel and a robe. Anyway, Joy and I wandered back through the lounge and into what Trixie called the wet area, set our drinks on the edge of the spa and stripped out of our robes.
I loved playing with my boobs, so I just inserted the vibrator all the way inside my pussy, squeezed my legs together, and then started to play with my boobs. I spread my legs a little wider and reached to grab the vibrator, which was still inside my pussy. I grabbed the vibrator and started fucking my pussy with it; using it as a dildo. I pulled the spoon out of my dripping wet pussy and stood very close to the corner of the table. “Ah, fuck yes, yes, fuck me hard,” I moaned, as I rubbed my pussy harder against the table and imagined my ex-husband fucking me like a good slut.
Abbey felt her thighs moisten a little to even see herself so turned on already, crossing her legs desperately and mauling her bottom lip. Abbey's hands gently stroked her nipples for a few seconds, until he responded. That one line sent a throb straight to Abbey’s groin and she moaned for the camera, squeezing her breasts harder as her eyes closed. She pressed her mounds together, rolling her nipples for her own pleasure, and leaned forward towards the camera; she bounced them in her hands a little and squeezed teasingly. Her fingers rubbed it and she moaned for the camera, squeezing her nipples with her other hand. Abbey felt the cool air circle her wet lips as they were spread wide for her viewer, her fingers still buried inside.
"Okay, boys and girls, before you all go, I'd like once again to thank Mr. Harrison for taking the lesson and you lot for not making things too difficult for him, and we'll look forward to seeing him next week." Throughout the classroom faces, with expressions of innate boredom, began nodding whilst others checked watches or mobile phones to see if the large clock above the door wasn't deceiving them. "Fuck, your cunt looks fucking gorgeous, Mrs. Thompson," Dean said, complimenting me, "I wouldn't mind getting me tongue into that," he continued and to be honest, that didn't sound like a bad idea.
None of them were particularly kinky although Ben, the guy I went out with, did like it when I sat on him and played with my clit and boobs as I shagged him.’ Max said. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to slowly wank myself off watching Max play with her nipples with one hand and rub her pussy through her thong with the other. I slowly wanked myself, shuddering a couple of times as the dildo in my bum gave me what I think of as small orgasms, but taking my time so I could watch Max. ‘Wow!’ I said softly as Max came for a second time, again thrusting her bum off the bed and giving me a lovely view of her clenched butt cheeks!
I slipped the blanket off my body and put an extra pillow under my head grabbed my tools and began by rubbing my hands over my voluptuous body, feeling all my curves and my 40D breasts and how my tank top and lacy panties laid nicely against body. I concentrated my hands on my panties and I could feel my freshly shaved slit already oozed through silky material, probably from all my steamy dreams. I started to massage my mound through my panties and I let out a slight moan and then entered under the lace. I grabbed them with both of my hands and lightly pinched and squeezed, slowing my breaths, while my orgasms still made me twitch.
As I feel it heating up, wanting to explode with come, I probe my index and middle fingers deeper and deeper inside, moving them in and out faster and faster, each time letting out a groan of pleasure as I slowly undulate my hips as I f—k myself with my fingers. I imagine that it is your big hard cock inside of me instead of my own fingers, which makes me get even more excited, I slip my fingers out of my pussy, and rub my clit fast and harder. The pounding water feels so good on my pussy like a pulsating force that makes me get all excited again…as if I could come once more.
I love fucking myself and letting a man hear the wet sounds because I knew it went from his ear straight to his cock. Harder baby, I’m rubbing my clit hard oh don’t stop baby…I’m about to cum!” Sometimes I have trouble cumming, but hell love to stroke my dick anyways, especially when I have a hot, sexy, big beautiful gal on the other end of the phone. “Ooooh God, I love doing that, when a man plays with my tits like that my fingers or his are in my cunt, and I cum harder!” Then I want you to sleep naked, and call me when you wake up, let's say around 9:30 am , my cock is so hard in the morning it needs you, as the wife won’t do a damn thing anymore.”
Yes, there were parts of her body that started to show her forty three years, but she reckoned she could still pass for late twenties in good light. Laura turned off the water, and covered every inch of her body in a soft layer of foam. Laura put her hands under her head to stop them from wandering. She took Laura’s hands, and kissed her on the lips. Laura felt Dawn’s fingers in her bush. She used the fingers of both hands to massage the outer lips. Leaving one hand between her legs, she picked up the vibrator and licked it. Laura wished it was a real cock of flesh and blood, and that the finger in her pussy was the tongue of a second lover.
I began to feel the tingle of excitement surge through my body as I pictured her lying on the bed, hand rubbing her warm pussy, arching her back every few strokes to match the lewd thoughts in her head. I imagined fingers blurring over her clit, her head tipped back, hair tousled, lips apart as she panted heavily towards uniting the fires inside her body. I could feel the vibrator pushing insistently against my finger through the thin wall of muscle and had a hard time keeping the glass still as my insides began to converge, rolling towards my own crushing orgasm. I ran my hands over my body tenderly, lazily tracing circles where the ebbs and flows of my orgasm still remained, my mind in the room next door imagining her doing the same.
Rather I am feeling the way your breath is like little fingers against my skin. I trail my fingers across your skin, drawing them slowly, wishing that you would wake up, and knowing you should not. I can almost feel your tongue as it takes over for my fingers, stroking me, driving the need. I see our sixty nine as my face is still between your legs, my tongue and lips working to make you need me as much as I want you. I want that penetration, but I cannot while entangled with you, and so I press harder with my fingers against my aching needy clit.
Looking up to her face, I saw a pair of dark brown eyes behind thick black rimmed glasses, her red hair pulled back tight behind her head. By closing time I had forgotten about the new librarian and headed into the far corner of the library, a very dusty reference section, to stash the book I was halfway through. I studied her face, her brown eyes locked on my stiff cock; her tongue darting out to lick her lips as I slowly pulled downwards pulling my foreskin back to reveal the angry looking, slickened head. Her eyes locked onto my pumping cock, her hand shifting deeper beneath her skirt and she grunted as I imagined her sliding her fingers into her tight wet cunt.
She said, ” it looks good, today you sl**p in my bed with me as it is quite cold here” During those times I use to study late night, so I said, ” Mom, I need to wake up till late night” She said, ” you should sl**p early tonight and start studying tomorrow onwards” I took my short and started to put it on but she said, ” Why you are wearing short also, sl**p in underwear only” . ” Rub each and every part of my body, suck my nipples, cress my breasts, caress my thighs, lick everywhere of my body and then only you should enter your cock in my cunt” said my mom.
"Like the way I keep thinking about your friend Roger's dick," she explained, sitting up in bed. "Anyway, there's nothing illegal about pulling a guy's pants down to have a look at his cock," she said. "And I think Roger would love to have me pull his cock out of his pants. Don't tell me you weren't thinking about how much you'd like to reach into her top and pull one of her boobs out and suck on her nipple." "I think you like having a wife with a really filthy mind. "How do you know about those kinds of things?" I asked as I began to slowly stroke my cock. You with your cock hanging out of your pants dripping cum on the carpet, and me with jism all over my face.
The box-ticking exercise took under 10 minutes, during which time I studiously studied the black stockings cladding Mandy's upper leg. "Because that way you'll be donating a nice big load." I couldn't decide whether this young woman was openly flirting with me, or simply doing her job of making sure the client was fully aroused. "I'm saying that after I've left you and you're whacking off that gorgeous cock (by the way, be sure to take a look at all those naughty totties in the magazines on the table), I want you to shoot that lovely big load of warm creamy spunk into this flask for me.
I touch myself and think about words written solely to arouse and to excite, to get you wet or to make me hard. In the dark, the words I conjure up are not words of anything else besides a hard cock, a wet pussy, yielding lips, grasping and stroking hands, penetrating fingers, a tongue, an ass grasped by reaching hands, smooth skin and hair, sweat and saliva and semen and your fluids all mixed, taste and smell, tightness and tautness, legs spread, and guttural sounds instead of poetry.
How everything becomes swollen, seeing freshly shave lips, as the fingers glide in and out, covered in white cum. I grab my mirror placing it on the floor as I sit down looking at my shaven lips, spreading my legs. After a few moments I start again staring into that mirror seeing my fingers rubbing my swollen clit as my lips engorge with blood. I can feel another orgasm coming must keep going "Oh yes." I try to keep my moan muffled. I lay against the door, panting, trying to catch my breath. I dry my hair, placing my pjs on and walk out the door to my room. "mmmmmm." Stifling my moans, more and more pressure builds as I orgasm and keep rubbing feeling my sheets getting soaked.
At six-one, with a solid, defined body, he could’ve spent half the day running up and down those stairs barely getting winded, but following Lilah in those tight shorts made him breathless. She kept rubbing her lotion-slick fingers over a naked breast until it started looking like a nervous gesture. Lilah sat on one of the mats and watched him squirt lotion on his hand and spread it over the white of his hips and groin. For a moment, he didn’t think he was ever going to stop spuming that thick froth, but the spasms finally subsided, leaving his body and Lilah’s hand spattered with cum. Then her smooth thighs parted and his body filled the space between, his cock pressing against the heated lips he’d smeared with his own cum just moments before.
From that point our conversation got more and more sexual. By the time I got home I was so hard I had to take my dick out of my pants, I slowly started to stroke my cock as we texted each other. I could tell she was horny as said she had to go when she got home. It almost started to become a daily thing that when she got home she would go to her room to play with herself and the best part was, she would let me help each day. I told her, "I would start at the end of the bed kissing your feet and slowly moving my way up your sexy smooth legs until I got to your sweet pussy and I would give it one light kiss, then I would continue kissing up to your stomach."
In the den I found my wife standing with her feet about two feet apart, gone was the bath robe and all she had on was very long black lace top stockings that reached all the way to her ass cheeks , they where held up by a garter belt with eight straps. That's it I thought, she has a guy in there and I'm going to watch them fuck, the idea of that started making my cock grow with the help of my little blue friend. After a four hour nap my wife came out on the deck wearing a very short robe, her taned legs seemed to go on forever, She called out tp me loud enough that our neighbor Ann could hear that if I'd come inside she allow me some relief.