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Tonight was no different and the frustration had built up quite substantially within them. Unlike other nights, however, where they just f***ed each other’s brain out, Robin wanted to try something a little bit different. This time, Robin wanted to pleasure Nami using only her mouth. Nami was not allowed to interfere in any way and would have her own hands behind her back. Robin had the habit of prolonging her blowjobs to the point where it drove her lover wild with frustration, much to her own enjoyment of course.
She responded by kissing back, and touching his face lightly with her hands. Her hands then trailed down to his chest, where ran her fingers all over him as she kissed his neck. Brendan held her tightly, kissing her neck, causing her to moan softly. Amy then found her fingers tracing the edge of his boxers.
Brendan looked at her and smiled as she started to massage his [penis] from outside of his underwear. While they never actually had sex, Amy would still give Brendan the occasional hand job, as a way of relieving him from his pent up horniness. Amy slowly pulled down his boxers, touching his [penis] gently before she held it firmly in her grasp, massaging his thick shaft, feeling it pulsating underneath her fingertips.
“Can you pull these down some?” she said, and I lifted my ass and yanked my jeans and underwear halfway down my thighs. She pulled up my t-shirt a bit and I finished peeling it off. She leaned forward and kissed me again, her warm bare breast pressing against my upper arm, her hand going down between my legs and wrapping around my erection. We French kissed while... she stroked me. 
Rabiah was incredibly horny. As she walked down the stairs to the Sutton Hall lobby, all she could manage to think about was getting off. Having just spent a grueling seventy-two hours in the company of her ultra-strict, Syrian-born parents, she had repressed herself, putting on a show until they departed. 
They had left a few hours before, headed back to Michigan. Rabiah had been so utterly exhausted by their presence that as soon as she got back to her dorm after dropping them off at the airport, she passed out.
My hand stilled in its motion to bring my glass to my lips. The old saying, good things come to he who waits, obviously had some merit—my patience had certainly been rewarded. He’d come, just as I’d known he would, and he was worth the wait.
With hungry eyes, I watched, as he paused just inside the club to scan the room with eager eyes. Others looked at him appreciatively, but he took no notice. A slight frown creased his brow when his gaze did not find that which it sought. A grin lifted the corners of my mouth. Good, I wanted to tease him. Slowly, he made his way toward the edge of the bar, his eyes constantly seeking. 
Carol Martin was a neighbor and a friend of my mom, a thirty-six-year-old, married woman who’d never had children of her own. I’d mowed her lawn the previous year, but now she funneled additional work my way, hiring me to clear out some dead shrubs and haul off some junk from their backyard. She’d always treated me nicely, asking how I was doing, or if I wanted anything to eat or drink; more importantly, she spoke to me as she would to another adult, unlike some who’d speak to me as though I was still a child.
Sometimes we even just stood and chatted about family, friends, the neighborhood, sports — she loved sports — or just about life in general, the way friends do. The way adult friends do. I liked that. A lot. I didn’t think of it this way at the time, of course, but I’ve since realized that what I liked most was being treated like a man by a very attractive woman. There’s a thing some women do, the way they look at you, or smile, or listen to you as though, in the time you’re together, you are the focus of their world. Carol is one of those women; she stroked my ego and made me feel grown up, as if my words, my presence, were important to her.
I’d been seeing Carla for almost three years. It was a fading romance, with the emphasis on fading, rather than romance. A year of separate colleges hadn’t done anything to pull us back together after the fading started in our last year of high school. I’d looked forward to the Memorial Day holiday as we’d both be home and maybe things would be better. In hindsight, looking forward to spending time with Carla and rejuvenating our relationship was optimistic of me. We’d gone out for a reunion dinner on the Friday night and while it was pleasant, the spark still wasn’t there and I didn’t even try to prolong the evening by inviting her to visit to my bedroom.
Behind the desk, a tall black woman in her forties welcomed me. She was stunning. Her huge chest was severely constrained by a black leather corset. Her long shapely legs were clad in black fishnet stockings and complemented by stiletto heels. She looked stern.
“Ariana called me to arrange your stay. I am Mistress Chloe and you will obey me for the rest of your stay. First, let’s sign you in. The stay is one hundred dollars per night, but you will have to supplement this rate with your services. We’ll have to do the usual legal stuff, informed consent and liability release. Your safe word will be “Red.”
I desperately wanted to tell Melanie what I’d done—not only tell her but demonstrate! Would she be ready? Since I was working Monday, I told Mel I wanted to talk with her after school Tuesday, and we decided I’d go over to her place. She was pretty excited and told me she had big news for me. I could hardly wait. 
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By Kiarra Sylvester — Written on May 04, 2017
While I'm not the biggest fan of handjobs , I understand that there's a demand for them, just so long as it's not the main event. 
We can't help but think of sneaking our hands in our boyfriend 's pants back in high school without any adult catching on to what's happening. It was hot and exciting ... because that was about all we could get away with at that age.
Now that we're all grown up, women are like "what's the point"? Handjobs take so long our fingers cramp up ... and we're getting absolutely nothing out of it.
That said, there are times that hearing about handjobs from the lips of others can make you reconsider the little bit of appeal they arguably have. Or, if nothing else they're good erotic stories to do your own handy work with. 
I'm not sure if it's the kink of vicariously joining in on someone else's sexcapades (and making them your fantasies ) or what, but reading erotic stories about handjobs gives me great pleasure and ironically might even be a good form of foreplay and motivation to give a handjob or two. 
But in case you don't believe me, here are 10 smoking hot handjob stories you can check out for yourself. 
Watching for any signs of Rich waking, she lifted his member and carefully squeezed a ball of gel over the tip. Rich’s eyes fluttered and his body twitched. Victoria paused, waiting to see if he would wake. When he showed no further reaction she continued, spreading the cool gel around the tip of his penis and down the shaft. He moved again, a sigh leaving his now open lips. She continued to spread the gel over his skin, watching as his eyes opened, confusion on his face until his vision focused on her. Rich looked up at his beautiful girlfriend, sitting astride his legs, his quickly stiffening penis in her small hands. He groaned again. ‘Good morning, sir,’ Victoria said.
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13 and we were riding in a overcrowded church bus (I know, I’m going to burn) my gf was sitting with half her ass in my lap and half on the seat. The van was extremely dark because it was night and she busied herself chatting with a few people. When she felt my dick pressing against her ass she reached down and started rubbing while she continued to chat! I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper and she stuck her hand inside my boxers and started slowly stroking me. She never stopped and around 15 minutes later I exploded all in her hand. She jerked until she knew I was empty, smiled, and
13 and we were riding in a overcrowded church bus (I know, I’m going to burn) my gf was sitting with half her ass in my lap and half on the seat. The van was extremely dark because it was night and she busied herself chatting with a few people. When she felt my dick pressing against her ass she reached down and started rubbing while she continued to chat! I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper and she stuck her hand inside my boxers and started slowly stroking me. She never stopped and around 15 minutes later I exploded all in her hand. She jerked until she knew I was empty, smiled, and we kissed. I was certain others knew what she was doing but no one said anything
My first was handjob to my husband on honeymoon, he wanted me to give him a blow job but I was not that comfortable, he got understand me and then took my hand and started handjob, I continued to see the iron hard tool, pull the skin up and down to see the pink mushroom…after some time the sperm came and my hand was full of white sticky liquid,
After 2–3 days he brought chocolate and applied it on his tool and then asked me to lick it, that was the first experience of my handjob and blowjob


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I remember in 2020 (when I was 13) I would go and have sleepovers at my best friends house and when her and her parents would go to bed I would go to her brothers (who was 16) room and talk and we would start to play fight on his bed and we would watch porn together which made things get hotter and we would start to rub each other threw our pants and he would start to get a boner and I would continue to rub it for him but every time his mum would come in and catch us doing things we shouldn’t of been doing it was one of the hottest things ever that he would play with me and let me touch him now when I think about it I get a little wet tbh.

Chicks with dicks are so cute. I wish more of them wanted to keep it. Im really good at rubbing mine. I want to share my skill. And try giving a blow job.
I wish it was easier to identify them. I want a trans gf so bad.

Its Sid here. 23 years old ,Male.
Last year I was travelling alone to another city and upon reaching I tried to book into a hotel. And I happened to meet my distant relative Aunt. We decided to share the same room to down on the room rent charges.
During sleep I noticed that my aunt slept in her underwear only. So I decided to sleep naked. I was very tired that night and didn't wake up till I could feel I was cumming. When I opened.my eyes I saw my Aunt had given me a handjob while I was asleep, and jets of cum spurted out from my dick onto my aunts hands while she laughed and smile at me .

My name is Fiona I'm 40yr brunette nurse in London. I was pregnant while still working and caring for patients in hospital. My job in the morning was to change a patient who had broken his leg, he was a tall attractive guy in his mid 30's. He would sometime try flirt with me and I would play it off but secret love it. One morning I came into his room to change him and he was alseep, but had a huge erection in his underwear. Now at this time I was 4 months pregnant and really horny all the time, and my breasts that are normally a D cup and swollen even bigger. I started to change him but would rub my hand into his cock for a second and then pull it away. I did this about three times and on the fourth he was up, I jumped and didn't know what to do. He just gave a little smile and said "you can carry on if you like". So I started giving him a handjob, he cock must of been at least 8 inches. I then started sucking it and could only get then half way it was that big. He played with my swollen breasts and sucked my nipple's which was so good. After about 5-6mins came into mouth, which no one had ever done not even my husband. He was moved the next day to go to the rehabilitation unit and didn't see him again. But will remember that for a good while.

Always liked my son-in-law and find him very attractive. I'm embarrassed at how poorly my daughter treats him, and am amazed at the abuse he take from her. Yesterday I had a leak and called my daughter, who sent her husband over to my place to fix the problem. He politely did the job, but when he was finished, he was filthy. I told him he needed to take a shower before going home - and when he complained that he had no clean clothes to change into, I told him while he showered I'd launder his jeans and shirt, so he reluctantly agreed.

While he was showering I walked in on him and joined him in the shower. He was very flustered and asked what I was doing, but he definitely did not stop or refuse the hand job. He clearly was very aroused, so I went ahead and embraced him and we had sex in the shower. We then continued afterwards in my bed. I haven't felt so excited and sexually turned on since I was a teenager (I'm in my early 50s). It was the best sex I've had, and I could tell he was completely into it. What do we do now?
stop talk to him and go ahead of your life if you beloved members will know they will be heartbroken
I can relate 100%. I just wish my mother in law would take the same initiative.
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It’s weird that I’ve almost forgotten the details of the first handjob I ever gave. It came up in a conversation the other day with a friend. At 38, it’s so far from my thoughts in every day life; yet, bizarre that I can hardly remember it without some reaching. It used to be a very distinct and monumental moment in my life. It was somewhat forced, so maybe my mind has selectively buried it. Dunno. Anyway, guys: for most girls, the first handjob is always somewhat forced.
I was 13 and just started babysitting for my cousin. It was important that I was bestowed the responsibility to look after a 3-year-old and not kill it. Carl, my sort-of boyfriend and our good friend, Chad, would come over. What a perfect opportunity to get lucky. A house, a bedroom with a waterbed, no adults, even some tropical schnapps on the highest, stickiest shelf in the kitchen cabinet, next to the spices.
After being rejected a few times [I’m loyal to my employer like that], Carl invited me over to Chad’s to hang out after school. I loved Chad’s place. It felt safe. Nestled in the trees of our very drab, small town full of cornfields, barren streets and shuttered small businesses, it felt like a vacation house. Chad was in the kitchen making mac n cheese. Carl was grabbing my hand and putting it on his dick in Chad’s bedroom. We were sitting on his bunk bed that he shared with his little brother…. he coaxed, ‘just touch it for a second.’ How many times has a girl heard that? Just like ‘I won’t go in all the way, just the tip.’ And girls want to believe their boyfriends.
Tired of the constant nagging, I did it to shut him up. My 13-year-old mind didn’t anticipate the future consequences, the expectations, that of a fucking dog who just wants more and thinks it’s his fucking right.
I was never all that attracted to Carl. But he wasn’t a freak or a druggie and he was the only boy showing me any interest as an awkward, skinny redhead with a loud mouth, a big nose and bad jokes. Maybe he liked me. So, with his camouflaged shorts unzipped, but not pulled down, I started tugging on his stumpy penis. He started breathing heavy really fast, by the mere touch of my awkward hand; I was disgusted by his low standards. No lube, sounds clanking from the kitchen, it all felt so pathetic and unromantic. I remember staring at his double chin while he panted. He was looking at his dick. He wasn’t fat, but had a baby face, something I didn’t [and still don’t] find sexy at all. His bright, shiny red lips only seemed to enhance his un-masculine features. Carl seemed so gentle in class. That was part of the reason I thought he’d work as a boyfriend. He came into my hand, and slumped over for a minute as if he ran a marathon, forgetting I was sitting there, quietly, with a sticky hand of goo, not knowing what to do next. What felt like an eternity, he fin
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