Masturbation

Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to begin. It was already 15 minutes after midnight and the big girl with breasts was clearly in a bad mood. Her date for the evening had left her, none of her friends were there, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. She sighed, she leaned back on the scratchy chair when the lights finally dim.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, blinking a spear of light at the opening curtains. Some dumb guy walked down the aisle. She sat next to Wendy and annoyed the unhappy girl anyway. The theater was almost empty; There was no reason why this woman should only sit one chair away. The pre-movie ads for popcorn and licorice flourished to life and Wendy looked at the newcomer from the corner of her eye.

In the early eighties I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time all office workers had their own office (ah, the days before cabins were discovered). The accounting, where I worked, was in an extra wing at the back. Because of the sensitive nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

During lunch, my three colleagues always left, to go home or to dinner. I usually ate a sandwich at my desk on the other side. It wasn’t long before I realized I had a lot of privacy at this time. One day I was super horny, my pussy desperate relief. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to do something. Except I locked my office door. Sitting behind my desk… I pulled up my skirt and slipped my panties aside. Nervous, my fingers dipped in my pussy, soon I gave myself a nice seed. I licked my fingers clean and went back to work.

I went home to shower, stayed naked, gave me an iced tea to watch TV and relax. Sister came in in a few low-cut bikini panties. What are you looking at? Nothing, sister. I told her. She sat next to me and started rubbing her tits. I’m so horny, fuck me. She told me. I looked at her funny. I’m tired sister, I told her. She ran her hand to her pussy and rubbed it hard. But my pussy needs a good fuck, I want your dick inside me. Come on, let’s fuck. No, I told you I’m tired, maybe later, sister. Now I need your dick. She told me. I kept watching TV and trying to ignore her. She leaned over and started licking my nipples and ran her hand to my leg to make me horny. Sister, stop it. Then she gave me that pouty look and ran her hand down in her panties. I tried not to look, but I like to watch my sister play with herself. She started rubbing her pussy hard, then picking off her panties and spreading her legs, fine, then I’ll just go off and make a little laugh. Then she started with herself. Put her fingers through her pussy lips, squeeze her nipples, moan while she was staring at me to masturbate. I tried to ignore her, but she knows I like to see her leave. So she started putting on a show for me to make me hard so I would give her a good fuck she needed.

When I left college I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that there were at least 20 qualified candidates for each job. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, because they seemed to favor male photographers. I got discouraged and desperate, then I met Tish.

She was a new model and we quickly became friends. She was the one who suggested I take some glamour shots from her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She thought being a woman was an asset in glamour photography. I rented a studio and while Tish dressed up, I put the locker room in jeans and a tee shirt, but it was a completely different Tish coming out. Talking about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy braces belt and high heels shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts. “Would you like it?” she turned her lips as she crossed the room. You think they’re sexy enough? I whistled out of appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I’d jump on her. God!

Sometimes you’re incredibly thirsty for sperm, but unfortunately straight people walk around refusing to give it to you. Even if they have enough supplies, they’re greedy and for some macho reason they refuse to let you blow. I overcame this obstacle, and all I needed was a few simple things: alcohol, a hotel room, and porn on TV. In Canada they are much less shy to show porn on TV, so I took my buddy there ten years ago when we were both freshmen at college. We bought a lot of booze and sat in the room drinking when we watched the porn on TV, we both got super horny in the process. Luckily, he didn’t go to the bathroom and he took his stuff from him there. That would have been a shame, and he was definitely horny enough to do it. I think the alcohol made him a little too tired to get out of bed.

Sara was really looking forward to seeing her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him in almost two years, and she really missed him. Even though he was nine years older than her 18, they were always close as she grew up before he left home, never to return from college, met and married Veronica and began his own life. Life at home with her parents had become more difficult for her in the past year because she felt more mature than they were willing to admit. She had taken the car they had bought for her, which she wasn’t supposed to drive without a mature driver with a license, but she was pretty sure they wouldn’t call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she wouldn’t get in trouble. She knew the note she left behind would piss them off, but hopefully they would understand and the summer break would be good for them all.

HiLP wanted FEMALE RAND to put the mandipation on an RESORT DUDE RANCH. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with manicured fingernails in red. Well paid. Room and board included. Beefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The ad in the paper looked like her alley. She wondered why they stimulated the hands. A little weird, she thought. Tammy’s a 16-year-old high school junior. She’s an attractive young lady, short 5'7, 110lbs, dark hair and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the homework, cleaning and doing the dishes. Tammy’s hands fit in the demands, except one thing. She wasn’t wearing nail polish.

Ivory looks at herself in a bathroom mirror when her bathtub fills with hot soap water. She slips away the purple and black robe she wears and takes a moment to admire her herself. She smiles and licks her lips, not bad for a 45-year-old… She says to herself that she puts her hands on her big round boobs and gives her a squeeze. “I’m still one of the hottest women ever to violate a wrestling ring… And a better wrestler than most…” Ivory turns to the bathtub and shoves her hands against the side and back of her neck, but… I need to relax…

For a long time, I’ve had fantasies to be tampered with by my wife. The whole idea of her sexual pleasure from someone else’s dick drove me crazy. I played with the idea to convince her to take new loved ones so she’d experience the joy that she had a bigger and better dick in her. But I believed that this would be a pointless attempt because she wasn’t the type of woman who would accept this. She needed the gentle loving relationship we’d developed over the past few years and probably wouldn’t be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she was playing with someone else that he or they would interfere with our daily lives. I didn’t want this. But at the same time the fantasy that she shares her body with others raging in me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I couldn’t offer and replaced as her sexual partner.

I think my sex life started one day during the summer of my 13th year when I did my job. I was in my brother’s room to get rid of his clean clothes, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so great about such things, I threw them in my room. I locked my door and sat on my bed and started looking through the magazines. There was picture after picture of naked or semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories of readers about their different sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started to think that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines broke up with me, maybe for the first time I started getting horny. I started to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls in the pictures, so I took my clothes off and kneeled for my full length mirror with the magazines spreading for me. I looked good. My hair was shoulder height and red, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot form was smooth and firm with youth. In summer, I became a rich brown brown brown brown side of milky white triangles over my slick ass, soft blond pussy, and peach with peaches.