Story: Bill Masturbates for Susan 5

From: Bill Barnes

Well after the party I had no doubts about where I stood with Susan. Far from keeping the nature of our relationship a secret, she took great pride in bragging to her friends about how she trained her future hubby to be a masturbator so that she could fuck around all she wants with anybody she wants. It could be my imagination but it seems like her friends all look at me a little differently now. Some of them giggle when they say hi to me. Some have hinted that they want to see another show. One likes to wink at me and give me the JO sign. One likes to flash her tits at me while silently mouthing the words “jack off!”

The next day I asked Susan if she ever feels guilty about what she’s done to me. I should have known better than to ask. Susan has a degree in Psychology and she can always get the better of me in an argument.

“Guilty!?” she said, “Are you kidding?” I’m the best thing that ever happened to you and you know it! If it weren’t for me you’d be sitting alone beating off to your porn collection. You’re having way more fun now, you have a real live masturbatrix and I’ve got the sex life I want, and we’re going to have the family that we both want, so it’s all good for everybody! Admit it! Just try to tell me you were happier before you met me.”

“But why did you humiliate me like that at the party?” I asked.

“I did that for you!” she said. “You loved every minute of it and you know it!” Your dick was hard as a rock and you came so hard you almost put an eye out! Guys like you get off on humiliation, it’s a part of your psyche that I intend to make full use of. It’s how I push your buttons to help you get off, and there will be lots more of it. Now admit it, you loved that experience at the party didn’t you?” Of course she was right again, it was one of the best masturbation experiences I’ve ever had.

“My goal is to make sure you stay my happy little masturbator. As your masturbatrix, I’m going to drive you to the edge – over the edge – of solo-sexual pleasure. I’m going to turn you into the biggest jack-off who ever lived! So there will be lots more humiliation in your future.”

We continued to talk about our future plans. It was very clear that Susan wanted a baby, and I loved the idea of being a dad. “You know Susan, there are ways that I could actually be the biological father without…”

“Without me having to fuck you. Yes I know and I’ve thought about that. But think of it this way, we need to do what’s best for the children. Think about it. No offense dear, you know that I love you. At least parts of you. But if you could choose, would you want your son to grow up like you, and have to go through puberty the way you did, nerdy and unpopular, or would you want him to grow up like Jake, a handsome babe magnet who gets all the girls? Now don’t be selfish, think about what’s best for your kids.”

I had to concede her point.

“Besides, that artificial insemination stuff can get really expensive. It’ll be a lot easier and cheaper if I just go off the pill. As much as Jake and I fuck, I’m sure I’ll be pregnant in no time!”

“But if Jake is the father, don’t you think he’ll want to act like their father? Won’t that cause problems?” I asked.

“Oh believe me,” she said laughing, “Jake has no interest in being a Dad. That would put a crimp in his singles lifestyle. It might keep him from getting laid every night! No no, you definitely won’t have to worry about that.” I suddenly remembered something I had read online on a porn site that now rang very true: “Real men get laid; masturbators get married”.

So, as usual I had lost the argument on all points. Susan decided to go off the pill. She also told me that at least for now she would be only fucking Jake so that she could be certain who the father would be.

“Well now that it’s settled,” Susan said, “it’s time for you to get your dick out and do what you do best!” She started taking of her clothes. I followed suit. ” She took my hand and placed it around my dick. “This is where it belongs isn’t it dear?” She started posing for me, in my favorite poses.
“You love my body, don’t you dear?”
“Oh yes…”
“You love jacking off to me?”
“Oh yes…”
“I think you deserve a treat” she said. She knelt down and started slowly running her tongue along the sides of my cock. The feeling sent what felt like electric shocks down my cock. I removed my hand from it.

“Now don’t stop masturbating!” she said, “I’m not doing it for you, I’m just providing a little inspiration! Put that dick back in your hand where it belongs!”

I obeyed.

“Now let’s see just how long you can stay on the edge without going over” she said, and she went back to posing for me, and providing verbal encouagement while I proceeded to do what I do best.