cuckold husband: The Pool ,The Water the Jet, the Party

So A is inside talking to my ex and B comes outside. I’m in the pool and I’m putting the water jet device back in…I get it in and I can feel the water shoot downwards and its hitting me right in the cock….the sensation was pleasant and erotic….B is leaning over talking to me as I’m in the water and I have a perfect view of her perky B cupped breasts that are not encumbered by a bra…..I can also look up and I can see the fabric of her swim suit outlining her pussy lips….she had on the bottom half of the suit and only a tank top on for the top half……she looked really hot…

We are talking and the jet is hitting my cock and its feeling really, really good….I know she is flirting with me and I’m just letting the water hit me…the force is pretty strong and if I maneuver just right its going to hit the underside of my cock which was now erect and held up by the skimpy fabric of my “speedo.” I’m talking and she is talking and I shut up and listen and the words are being garbled because I’m about to pop off in my pants….I want to cum but I can get noisy and I can’t afford that right now…I am wondering if she knows I’m masturbating via water jet while she is talking to me….I shudder once, twice and then I can feel my cum spurt out…I’m doing my fucking best to act normal and not make any give away signs….the orgasm was intense….I let it subside and eventually got out of the water…I can feel the gooey cum inside my suit but the suit is wet so I know she can’t see the cum stains…..about that time everyone shows up and comes outside…

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Documentary of Humiliation – Tease #2675 – Milovana.com

Documentary of Humiliation – Tease #2675 – Milovana.com

 

Documentary of Humiliation

Great CFNM webtease on Documentary of Humiliation – Tease #2675 – Milovana.com

What you are about to watch is a documentary of one of a number of experiments that have recently been conducted by our sorority Pi Kappa Alpha on the unexplainable willlingness of ‘men’ to humiliate themselves for minimum sexual gratification.
Girls: note the ease at which the male gender can be overpowered, humiliated and dominated by the power of sexual suggestion. Consider the possibilities with your partners..
Guys: If you’re watching this documentary, get naked now (don’t pretend that you don’t want to) and start stroking whilst you imagine yourself in the place of our subject. Observe your own reaction. Think about how your gender is going to be totally dominated when the results …..

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Masturbating for Geeks

Masturbatrix Liz wrote:

I have always loved geeks.  My preference in men has
always been the silent reserved type (who often are
not that way in the bedroom) and I never went for
macho "stereotypical" men.  Those into sports, beer,
etc..never appealled to me. I always was drawn to
introverts; those who like to read or are
creative–the   philosophers, thinkers, musicians,
artists, spiritualists.
On the afternoon I got my computer fixed..little did I
know I’d also get something that I didn’t pay for.
I was 4 days without my computer and at my wits end,
not only for my play time, (and you know how important
that is to me) but also personal business that
actually has nothing to do with masturbating or sex.
I called one of those tech geek companies where a rep
will come to your house and fix your puter.  I decided
to take the chance since I had no car to lug it into a
repair shop and this one established a good reputation
in my area.  I was given a two hour window of when the
tech would arrive.

 

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Jack off for girls

a masturbator said:

An erotic essay about how I like to jack off for girls ever since I
was a teen. It’s something of a CFNM fetish. (MF, exh, mast)
Back in the day when ff.net allowed erotic stories like these, one
reviewer wanted to know more about why & how I liked to jack off in
front of girls as a teenager. I wrote most of this as a reply to her
email, later I expanded it and posted it on a few sites. It’s an
essay and not a story but it’s raw and explicit so why not share?
I like to jack off in front of a girl for the rush of adrenaline. It
always makes me excited and nervous to know that I’m going to get
naked (while she stays clothed) and that I’m going to show her in
full my cock and balls and all they and my body go through from the
moment my little, soft penis twitches to life to the point when I
ejaculate, shivering and shaking for her.

 

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Massage Parlor Report 2

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Massage Parlor Report 2

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> I read your post, was very interesting and similiar to experiences I
> have had. I have never been to a Lingerie shop, what do they do there?
> And what kind of action do you get at a strip club? Other than lap
> dances, etc., I have never been successful in getting one of these
> dancing girls to do the nasty!…<g>

Lingerie shops, modeling places-there are a few other names I think, are what we refer to
as Jack Shacks- You pick from a lineup of usually quite attractive ladies pay an up front fee;
and go into a private room with a couch or armchair, nightstand, lotion and tissues;
the girl will tell you to get comfortable, which means take off your clothes while she leaves the 
room; and then returns to pose for you. For a little tip, she will get nastier, taking off some of her
clothes, dancing suggestively. For a little more, she will get closer, strip more, dance
nastier. For a little more she will talk lewdly. A little more she will preform lew acts on herself.
More money will make this hotter. And so forth. Always more money, never willing to tell you
what you will get for the cash, that isn’t enough for her to touch you, but she can’t say how much
would be. The key here is, she won’t. What she is doing is legal, and quite lucrative; she has
no reason to break that rule. I’ve heard stories, but I’ve tried seveeral times, several places, and 
gone as high as $300, I don’t think it’s gonna happen. You know what the lotion and tissues are for.
She will watch you, encourage you even. For some more bucks she will blow ON it. Can be very
hot, just what I’ld like to find in a hooker, except no touching. No way. I think this is a huge ripoff, 
although they are doing their best to do what they can and stay legal, as you reasonably hope that
this position is just a dodge like the classic “massage,” and now you are in private the girl will
negotiate the real deal. They tend to help you believe that maybe with a little more money they will
be willing to go further-part of the fantasy session they will insist if you call them on it.
The strip clubs are not going to get you off at all, but they are straightforward about it. You are showing
your appreciation with that dollar, maybe being rewarded with a little extra attention from the dancer. You
get a suggestive in your face dance for the lap/table fee, no more cash expected, no more action implied.
In the better clubs, the girls will sit and chat with you for hours on only occaisional dance numbers, which can be fun. Very few of them will ever leave with you or meat you elsewhere, and almost never for money-they are erotic dancers, not hookers, and the ones that will go with you are doing so because they like you and enjoy dating. They do have plenty of opportunity to get to know you. But most make a strict rule for themselves against doing so, and many clubs will fire them for fraternizing with the customers if they catch them at it. Some of them even feel contempt for any man who would go to one of those places, but then they usually have a pretty poor self image too, if they feel that way. My point is that this is up front and understood, and so you get what you pay for, which can be lots of fun. I guess if I had the right attitude the modeling agencies would be the same. 

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Massage Parlor Report 1

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Massage Parlor Report 1

I drove over to a place I had visited once the last ime I was here, the Ginza Sauna behind the
Hooters on 19/41 south of Atlanta. I see an ad in this weeks Adult Scene in the Creative
Loafing, but hadn’t seen one last week. Find the ad, it has a $10 off coupon. Lists their hours as
Mon-Sat, 10am-2am, Sunday 12noon… Locked my car, went in thru the open door into a waiting
lounge with a glass window. A sign on the wall listed prices running between $40 for ahalf hour
to $60 for an hour, some other options I don’t remember. I rang the bell,and a woman I hadn’t
seen stood up from her seat around to left behind the glass, where she had been watching tv.
She apologized nicely for not hearing me come in-I was’t surprised, since the door was open.
She was an attractive oriental woman, probably in her 30s, I hadn’t seen her the last time I was
there, but she was similar to the other girl in appearance. She asked if I wanted a massage, and
I said yes, the 40 minutes. She said they had none, and I realized that the prices I had glanced
at were different from the last time-I would now get the full hour for my $60 (was $100 last time!)
So I said I’ld take that, and handed over the $50 and $10 bills. She looked a little surprised, I
guess most people go for the half hour. Actually, last time I was there $40 would only get you 15
minutes, I probably would have been happy with the 30 myself. She opened the door and told me
to follow her.

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Public masturbation

a public masturbator said:

I love public masturbation, and I fell in love with
doing that when I was fairly young, probably about 10
or 11 yrs old. At that age I would sometimes walk down
the railroad tracks that went through our burbs, and
would keep walking till I felt reasonably secure that
no one was around. I would then go into the bushes, or
woods by the tracks and then get totally naked and
masturbate. I had to be TOTALLY naked, I could not
just pull it out of my fly and do it, I had to take
all of my cloths off, and that gave me such a feeling
of sexual excitment. Keep in mind that I was still in
the city when doing this, sometimes not far from
homes, but always in the thick bushes or denser wooded
areas. I would lay down naked and exposed and play
with myself.

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Peeping Tom

a masturbator wrote:

It was a dark night and I could clearly see into her window. The
curtains were open and a lamp on the table was on. The humidity was
thick and sweat dripped from my brow. I was hunched behind a bush
hoping no one could see me. I was wearing dark shorts and a dark
t-shirt. Even my sneakers were black. It was too hot for pants and
given my plans shorts were much more practical.
I heard a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I didn’t bother me. I’d been
bitten multiple times tonight and didn’t care. I could smell fresh
mulch at my feet. Her gardens must have been recently tended to. The
shrubs were trimmed and I was able to neatly fit between them. Up
close against the house my face was inches from the window screen. She
must not have had aircondtioning or liked the fresh air since her
window was open.

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No Bathroom Privacy

No Bathroom Privacy

by Anonymous

A young man discovers the pleasure of being watched while masturbating.

Though hardly endowed with a mighty horsecock, I’m hung a bit heavier than the average guy; so I never feel ashamed of showing my off my dick to anyone interested in seeing it. And, of course, I share with many men the love of being watched and urged on by an aroused on-looker when I jack off.

I was about 19 when I discovered that there is something terribly exciting about being spied upon–of course, I was not excited, but terribly embarrassed the first time this happened to me. After my sophomore year in college, my college roommate, George, and I went to France and Italy on a private tour arranged by a Frenchmen, who taught French literature at the university.

The professor, three co-eds, Mary, Kathy, and Tina, and, of course, George and me. And the six of us and our luggage somehow managed to fit fairly comfortably into the professor’s new 4-door Chevrolet. Since we were trying to travel on the cheap, at hotels in the countryside, we usually rented two double rooms (with enough bed space in each for three persons)–one with bath for the girls, the other, usually without bath, for the men. The trip was a lot of fun–about three weeks in Paris, followed by extensive travel in France and Italy; but, of course, the camaraderie meant that one had virtually no privacy. For a seasoned and addicted masturbator like me, this meant that hard-ons soon became a hardship. George and I shared a bed every night that summer, but since we were anything but J/O buddies, I was usually reduced to keeping my nuts drained by resorting to quickie jack-offs in the toilet. Continue reading