Guided Masturbation Novelas e Histórias

Use two fingers on your clit and rub in small circles. I did as he said. A soft moan left my lips as my fingers found my sensitive clit again. Liam watched every movement carefully. Slower, he instructed. There is no rush. Feel every single stroke. Imagine it is my tongue on you. I moaned louder, following his guidance. The pleasure felt stronger already just because he was watching. Now slide one finger inside yourself, he continued, his voice growing slightly rougher. Curl it upward and stroke that spot inside. I gasped as I pushed a finger inside. The combination of rubbing my clit and stroking inside felt incredible. My moans became more frequent and needy.

The sound of water splashing, the fact that he was there and could catch me masturbating to the sight of him swimming got me all the more excited and stimulated. I wanted to see him straightened up in shock, or interest as he stared at me while I masturbated right there in front of him. Sliding my panties to the side, I held my pussy lips open with my left hand and worked my clit with my right and holy fuck it felt so good that I was soon lost in the sensations of pleasuring myself. Slowly stroking my clit up and down, I dragged the juices from my pussy up and around my clit and then teased myself in little circles around the hood of my clit.

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"Soon. First, tell me what you want." "I want to come. I want your permission. I've been good—" "You have been good. So good. My perfect girl." His voice dropped lower. "Slide two fingers inside yourself. Slowly. Feel how wet you are." I obeyed. My fingers slid in easily, my walls clenching around them immediately. "Fuck yourself. Slowly at first. Build it up." I pumped my fingers in and out. Slow strokes that made me moan. "Now use your other hand on your clit. Circles. Light at first."

"Shhh, I'll give you a quick lesson" He sat me down in a way that my legs were on either side of his legs and he traced his fingers up my legs before I could let out another protest. I unconsciously widened them to give him better access and he smirked. "Your cl*t..." His hand grazed it lightly, making me gasp "... That's the root of all climaxes and organisms which need to be stimulated. Your hand." He grabbed my right hand before I could give it to him and used one finger to spread apart my panties.

“I-im so wet. E-every time I circle, it throbs harder, I feel the inside of my body vibrating in ecstasy…I can barely think about anything.” “Good girl. Keep going. Don’t stop.” My hips rolled in a shallow, helpless rhythm now, matching the slow sweep of my fingers. The sheets were twisted under me. My nipples ached from the constant teasing as sweat prickled along my collarbone. “Add another finger,” he said suddenly, voice low and commanding. “Two now. Slide them down, coat them with your juices then bring them back up and press them flat against that little clit. Rub side to side, slow, firm.”

Walking into the bedroom, he tosses me on the bed and stands at the edge staring at me. "Touch yourself." He commands. I slip my hand between my legs and moan. Rubbing my clit and arching my back. He begins stroking himself while watching me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. "Finger yourself" He commands again. I dip a finger inside myself and curl it upwards, hitting that magical little spot. I let outa loud moan and watch him huff and growl as he strokes himself faster.

Her coaching me lets me focus on what I’m doing, making me forget for a while that it is Zared I am dealing with. I add fingers until there are three in. Celeste encourages me to scissor my fingers to encourage Zared to relax. I find the walnut sized hard spot that is his prostate. Once I find it and rub my fingers over it Zared starts grunting and panting. A steady stream of pre cum flows from his half hard cock. It doesn’t take long for him to climax, even though his cock is not fully erect. I revel in the power I have over him I retract my fingers from his hole. Zared doesn’t react and seems to be in a daze. A modicum of worry creeps up on me and I ask if he is okay.

“Masturbate yourself like you do at home.” His gray eyes followed my hand as I reached down and rubbed my wet slit then slid two fingers deep into my pussy. My other hand travelled up to my clit and I massaged it, slowly at first, then more vigorously, bucking my hips into my hand. I moaned softly under his watchful eye. The evidence of Father Michaels’s arousal tented his black slacks as he watched me pleasure myself. Just as I started coming close to orgasm he whispered hoarsely, “Now stop.”

He didn’t leave the door open. Hell, he’d just told me he was masturbating in there. My hand went to the front of my shorts and slipped under my panties again. I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and arched upward grinding against my hand. I pulled my shorts down with the other hand and used those fingers to circle my clit. It wasn’t enough and I groaned in frustration. Fuck.