a masturbator wrote:
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So after Tina discovered that she could make me come without even
touching my penis (although generally only after about an hour of
teasing and allowing my to touch her breasts), I think she began to
really enjoy torturing me.
a masturbator wrote:
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My life as a chronic masturbator started when I was very young and I
started doing it before I even knew exactly what I was doing and why.
I only knew that it felt good. But I didn’t realise some of the
problems that it would cause until much later when I started having
relationships with women.
The twitching is the first visual sign of an orgasm. When this happens I know that my husband has passed the point of no return and I immediately let go of his dick. When my stimulation stops he always starts clenching his buttocks and thrusting his hips but his dick doesn’t receive any more stimulation and his orgasm is ruined. His cum just drips out of him and when I know the danger of orgasm is over i milk the rest of the cum out of him by gripping his shaft by my thumb and forefinger right underneath his balls and milking his cock by sliding my thumb and forefinger along his shaft being careful to release the grip and taking a new one in such a manner that I “milk” his cock.
via The twitching is the first visual sign of an… • Fuck Yeah Chastity.
“Here we go,” was all I remember hearing. A gentle buzz in my scrotum was permitted to go on for a few minutes, and I had the distinct feeling of some sort of bubbling in my testes – as if there were an Alka Seltzer buzzing away in my nuts. This was followed by the various ministrations of the prostate grinder. I was rolling my head and moaning within a few minutes of this very sexy, slow and gentle pressure within. I noticed that Evi had attached to the glans cup a clear hose with a graduated collection device and intended to measure the amount of pre-cum that I was beginning to yield – it looked like a good tablespoon or more had drained in a couple of minutes.
When she sensed the familiar twitching of his cock, warning her he was about to cum, she immediately did what she had just learned. Her fingers circled around the head of his cock and squeezed it real hard. This had the effect of preventing his seminal liquid from escaping, keeping him from cumming in a really effective way. She also knew that this would make his cock hypersensitive, and immediately proceeded to rub the head of his prick between her fingers, so as to keep him on the brink of ejaculating for several seconds. Her victim was actually starting to shudder from the sensation it gave him, and had trouble keeping on his feet as that expert sexpot had him moaning with her maddening strokes.
From the pushcart she took out a black box. It was a control box with a few wires attached to one side of the box. Each wire had some sort of attachment. She picked up one attachment from the box; it was like a cock ring. She put it around the base of the mushroom head of my penis. A portion of the ring was wide and flat very much like an electrode. She made sure it lined up with the underside of the head of my cock. Apparently she prepared me for some kind of electrical treatment.
My comprehension started setting in, I quickly asked, “Wait a minute, will it hurt? I don’t like pain.”
“No, this is an orgasm inducer device we use in Sexual Dysfunction Therapy.”
My fantasy starts with my favorite nurse coming In to change my dressing a few days after the operation. She’s tall, has the most gorgeous hair and a beautiful figure. I’ve been eyeing her for some days and get a hard on just thinking about having sex with her.On this particular day she comes into my private room. After closing the curtains to make the place completely private, she pulls down the bedclothes and says she wants to look at my wound to see If it’s healing well.Slowly she opens my pyjamas and pulls them down to reveal my groin. The smell of her body, the way her hair glistens in the sunlight and the presence of her so close and yet so far makes me feel really horny.She starts to inspect the wound and as she does so, I begin to stir. I pretend not to notice because I’m so embarrassed, but it’s all too obvious what’s happening.
Unlike my fiction stories, what follows is another true experience (Club Tease was the other one, along with my tentative tease-o-graphy series which I stopped due to lack of feedback…) In Club Tease, I must admit there may have been some over-imaginative interpretations of what the girl was doing to me, such as purposely masturbating me instead of merely rubbing her knee against my hard-on, but in the following I believe I stayed really true to the facts. As such, you may find there are too many ‘non tease’ details, or not like the ending, or prefer a more ‘tie and tease’ orientation (sorry, but the latter is not really my cup of tea, although I enjoy reading some of the stories… My feeling is a real cock-teaser has no need to tie the guy to reach her ways, her sheer sexual power should be more than enough…) Also, I abbreviated the names to the first initial to avoid any possible embarassment to the girls.
In spite, or perhaps because of, the infuriatingly slow tempo of her masturbation, Todd soon felt the semen began to gather up in his balls in preparation for a major cum shot. He was breathing heavily now and his glasses were all fogged up. It was obvious to both of them that he was close, very close, to orgasm. Todd bounced up and down on his toes, trying in vain to increase the sensations enough to be able to cum, but Mrs. Westbrook continued to frustrate him. With his hands secured to his sides, Todd could do little to help or hinder her erotic endeavors. He had no choice but to stand there and take it as she pumped him ever-so-slowly towards oblivion. Within moments, he felt his glans swell up and his scrotum tighten in preparation for an earth-shattering orgasm.
Just when Todd thought he couldn’t last another second without shooting ropy strings of cum right thru the dingy mirror, Mrs. Westbrook stopped! Cold! Left right on the edge and hanging, Todd turned pleading hazel eyes towards her. “M..Mrs Westbrook, why did you stop? I was almost there!!” he complained in disbelief. His abandoned boner still thrust stiffly into the air, a dewy bead of precum hanging forlornly at the tip.
“Todd!” she exclaimed sternly, “I told you I know what’s best for young boys like you. I’ve got two of my own you know.”
Erin expertly massages my throbbing cockbone, coaxing forth pre-seminal fluid which she uses for lubricating the shaft.
“Yeah, that’s good…let’s have some more,” she says, encouraging me to release more precum. My balls twitch and my cock quivers and a startling amount of crystal clear juice issues from the tip. Erin giggles with delight, wrapping the palm of her hand over the cockhead, working the slippery-sticky syrup well over the top half of my prick.
Wet…wet…so wet!! Sweat continues to pour off my body…and I’m not even doing any of the work. I’m just standing there being masturbated. It’s Erin doing all the work.
via Erin on the Beach Ch. 02 – Erotic Couplings – Literotica.com.