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a masturbator writes:
It has been a while since we last communicated, but trust me, I have partaken of your onania website’s goodness often during this time. I am sending you a quick email to let you know that I recently found some extra time to edit and finish another chapter in my Johnny series, modeled (if you will recall) on your text-story Peter Files stories. I think I shares this latest chapter with you before in private, but much has been added, and it has been made 18+ for publication on Literotica (as have two other stories I have put up there). You will find all of them on my Literotica author profile page at: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=938218&page=submissions
A direct link to the newly publish story in question is:http://www.literotica.com/s/johnny-ch-02
I am sure our fellow Onania.org/asm readers will want to know it about it. Please let me know what you think of it and let me know what you have been up to in the past few months.
from the story:
…Smiling at Johnny’s reaction, Mrs. Boneham lowered herself once again to the couch between Johnny’s spread open legs. Her soft hands encircled the base of his cock and gave it a few squeezes to test its rigidity. While sufficiently firm for what was in store, the perfectionist in Mrs. Boneham demanded maximum rigidity from Johnny’s manhood. Johnny stared down between his legs at the ruebenesque goddess handling his penis like some ripe fruit. Mrs. Boneham suddenly peeled back his foreskin and insistently teased the sensitive underside of his penis head with a fingertip. Johnny let out a loud gasp as the unexpected sensations flowed through his body. “Hmmm, you like that Johnny? Does my big boy like it when I play with the head of his big willy,” she goaded rhetorically. Mrs. Boneham chuckled for a moment longer as she gave Johnny’s member a few longer strokes. Johnny suddenly realized that his counselor wasn’t the only one laughing. He was sure of it this time, a barely audible giggle had come from the other side of the office divider. He now realized that Rebecca had been listening to them the whole time. Johnny’s face turned dark red with shame as he looked at Mrs. Boneham’s own expression. It was obvious that she had known about the eavesdropping all along….
Then, continuing her exam, she crouched before him, grasped his cock between her thumbs and fingertips with both hands, and began palpating it along its entire length. Until then, Ben had been priding himself on not getting an erection, but this attractive doctors warm fingertips probing and squeezing his cock proved too erotic, and soon his organ was jutting out straight with an almost full erection.
Blushing tomato red, Ben whispered, “God, Im sorry if I . . .”
Dr. Carmichael quickly interrupted him, “Thats alright, Mr. Hardy. I understand. Its a fairly natural reaction. Dont worry about it.”
Glancing over at Julie and Aimee, now covering their faces to conceal their smiles, Ben added, “But, its so embarrassing in front of strange women.”
Turning her head around to glance at the women, Dr. Carmichael began grinning herself. “Well, girls will be girls I suppose.”
“Carl, I hope you don’t mind. Today is Take Your Daughter to Work’ day. You’ve heard about that, haven’t you? Once every year, working mothers are encouraged to take their daughters to work with them, to let the girls see their moms out in the world, contributing to society. It’s supposed to help build girls’ sense of worth and self-esteem. I thought Courtney might benefit from shadowing me today, to see what a typical day is like for a doctor.”
Carl didn’t know what to say. The girl had just walked in 30 seconds ago, and he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. She was as beautiful as her mother. In fact, she was almost a clone of her mom, same features on that little angelic face. Long auburn hair cascading down from the top of her head, same eyes, same nose, same full lips. Looking at her, Carl figured she had to be about 13 or 14 years old, tops. She was almost as tall as her mother, and well on the way to developing a body just as gorgeous as her mom’s. In her hand, Courtney was holding a spiral notebook.
“You don’t mind if Courtney observes the examination, do you?”, said Dr. Young.
The full meaning of Dr. Young’s request hadn’t hit Carl yet. He was too busy admiring the strikingly good looks of both mother and daughter.
“Of course, if you object, I’d understand.”
Now, it hit him. The doctor was asking if her teenaged daughter could remain in the room while she poked and probed his body. Carl wasn’t sure how thorough of an examination the doctor had planned for him, but if the nurse had told him to remove all of his clothing, then surely Dr. Young planned to examine him all over. Being nude in front of a woman doctor was one thing. He assumed she intended to act in a most professional manner. There would be no funny business. Even so, he kind of liked the idea of being naked in front of this beautiful female physician. Carl had a damn good body for a 35 year old man. He kept himself in shape, and didn’t mind showing off his physique. He certainly didn’t object to the idea of displaying his body to Amy Young, MD. But he wasn’t so sure about being nude in front of such a young teenaged girl
via Take Your Daughter To Work Day | Speculum Pages Rebirth.
a series of motivational posters I started doing a while back.
It’s also… like can be found so many places… stuff I’m “enjoying.” And by “enjoying,” I mean “enjoying.”
There I was staring at her as she sat down on the edge, straddling the old suitcase and opening her legs apart. She had a fair amount of pure blond hair above her clit, none on the sides of her lips, but very pink puffy lips. When she opened her legs, her lips came apart and I could see shiny wetness in between. I will never forget that mental image. I was breathing hard with that familiar feeling in my balls and pelvis, and it only took a couple squeezes and strokes of my cock’s head and shaft, and I erupted in in four or five long, solid streams that partially landed on Linda’s belly and pubic hair before I could direct it away from her.
I remember her saying “oh its really warm”, and then “my mom’s going to kill us if she finds out”. We both struggled to get the cum wiped off, and dressed. We heard my aunt coming over to the shed(talk about sheer terror). Anyway, no one found out but that was just the beginning of many episodes of discovery that summer.
via Solo Touch :: Masturbation Story :: In the Shed With My Cousin.
masturbator Ken W recollects his introduction to sex:
When she was finished, she took my tight hairless nut-sac in one hand and started squeezing and rolling my balls around inside it. And then she started to masturbate me again with her other hand. And as she was moving my foreskin up and down on my cock she asked me, “Does it feel nice when I rub it like this?” Well all I can remember was getting more excited by the second as a strange new feeling was building up inside my cock and I think I whispered in a shaky voice, “it’s starting to feel funny aunty.” When I said that she said, “It’s OK sweetie, very soon some thick white sticky liquid will shoot out on the towel and you will feel so much better.”
F/M Forced Masturbation Story
"She Cares for Men" by unknown
She Cares for men
Estelle had had her eye on him from the moment H/R had put him
on salary. Twenty-seven year old Patrick Cully was not only a
credit to the company's marketing team but his talents for
protecting the net on their corporate soccer team were becoming
legendary.
As CEO of her soon to be national spa franchise, fifty-four year
old Estelle McCleod understood men. She studied their strengths
and their weaknesses, their personality traits as they related to
their physical appearance, their personal habits and ultimately
their propensity for sexual subordination. She understood how
needy all men were for female affirmation and their secret longings
to be unconditionally vulnerable to women. The more pronounced the
swagger, she had learned, the more needy the man.
a masturbator said:
Hi, All,
I love this group because I love the situation of a female being in
charge of the male's masturbation. However, there's more than one
way for this to be the case and I can't help noticing that most of
those writing are viewing this situation in the same way. It seems
that the situation most members are interested in is one in which the
female remains clothed and proceeds to enjoy humiliating the male,
dominating him and ridiculing him.
Whilst I don't in any way deride this scenario, there are others in
which the female is in control, one in particular that I have enjoyed
with several females over the years and I'd like to outline it to
members in case there are others that would enjoy a similar situation
but feel the only situation available is the 'Dominant Female--
Humiliated Male' one.
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