0 comments/ 98549 views/ 9 favorites Masturbating for Sandra Ch. 01 By: krrlaf Most of my stories are extracts from a journal I started keeping some years back, for my own erotic entertainment. I thought I was the only person who did this, until I discovered Literotica and hundreds of other like-minded people. The only embellishments are to make the story more interesting to read. One other fact is that I am always naked when at home. Lesley insists upon it and I love it. I love the feeling of the air moving against my skin. I love being looked at when I am naked, particularly by women who have their clothes on. Being naked when everyone else is dressed leaves me vulnerable and strangely powerful at the same time. When we have visitors, it is up to Lesley if I get dressed. Originally, I had to be clothed every time someone came over, but over time, that rule has been relaxed. We do not have a full-blown BDSM lifestyle, but I have to be available for bondage, whipping, masturbation, or sex at her demand. I can put in a request for any of the above, but it is within her gift. * * * * * Sandra and I have always had a curiously sexual relationship. Not that any physical contact has ever taken place, but sex is never far off the agenda when we converse. My partner is her husband's sister, so I guess that makes her my sister; indeed, I met Lesley at one of Sandra's parties. This is vaguely irrelevant, although it does explain the relationship, e.g., outrageous flirting and general horsing around with somebody I see frequently, although no contact One Sunday afternoon, I had returned home from playing golf, showered and as usual, was intending to spend the rest of the day naked. I thought this would be interrupted when Sandra rang to ask if it was convenient to bring something or other over. "We're here for the duration," I said, "come over whenever you want" "I'll come straightaway", she said. I moved into flirt mode. "I'm naked at the moment, should I get dressed or remain naked?" She thought for a bit. "Mmm, naked I think" Excellent. I told Lesley that Sandra was on her way over, and tried to make it clear that I did not intend to getting dressed by continuing my mundane tasks naked, trying to gauge the reaction. I remained nude until I saw Sandra pull up outside the house and intended to remain naked. Up until then I was not going to get dressed unless specifically instructed to by Lesley, but my courage failed me, so I gave in and put on a skin-tight pair of shorts and nothing else. Sandra came in and we offered her a cup of tea. While Lesley went in to the kitchen to make it, Sandra and I stood talking in the dining room. Eventually she said, "I thought you were going to be naked" I said nothing, but removed my shorts and put them on the dining room table and stood in front of her naked. I then walked past Sandra, and into the lounge to watch the rest of the football. Lesley and Sandra came sat in the lounge with the tea and I made no move to get dressed. That lovely feeling of being naked in the company of clothed women. Sandra made no comment at all about my nudity, but took the opportunity to casually look me over and openly gazed at my cock. I am sure her gaze would have resulted in an erection, but after only a few moments, Lesley insisted that I put my shorts back on. I was disappointed, but I complied. I thought so at the time and I am certain of it now, Sandra would have been quite happy if I had remained naked. There is a running battle in our house about messages on the answer machine. I believe that you listen to them then delete them, writing down the important bits. Lesley keeps the messages on there as some sort of reminder. One Saturday, in a fit of pique, I deleted all of the messages on the machine, including one from Sandra. As this one was being deleted, Lesley called down the stairs, "Don't delete the message from Sandra, I don't have a note of the telephone number she left." Too late! "It's alright, I've written it down" I called. I immediately rang Sandra, explained the situation, and asked for the number again. "What's it worth?" she asked. "If you give me the number, I'll come and do your housework naked, for an hour" She said, "I'll have some of that" and gave me the number. "Tomorrow morning at ten", she said and hung up. I arrived promptly the following day. She was in the front garden when I arrived. "Go in the lounge and take your clothes off, then." She said. She came in as I was stripping off, and sat on the sofa. Soon I was stood naked in front of her and asked her what she wanted me to do. While she was thinking, her eyes dropped from my face for a second or two and focussed on my cock. I love that moment. Subsequent experience has taught me that, when faced unexpectedly with a naked male, a woman will try and remain cool and maintain eye contact. But as long as you stay calm, curiosity gets the better of them, and their eyes drop to your groin, to assess the equipment. I savoured that moment now. If the eyes stay there long enough, I loose control (although I never have much control) over my cock and it swells to an erection. It was beginning to twitch under Sandra's steady gaze when she broke away and gave me my instructions. I think a game goes on here. Each person pushing the other a bit further, seeing who will back down first. Sandra could have said no to the naked housework. I could fail to arrive. She could insist on me remaining dressed. I could have not carried out the promise. Neither of us backed down, and I believe we both thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I don't know how turned on Sandra got, I didn't ask. Not because I am selfish, because it would have spoiled the game. "Make me a cup of tea, and vacuum the lounge, dining room and clean the conservatory. I want you to spend at least thirty minutes making sure the conservatory is clean." The reason for this last instruction is that the conservatory is fully glazed open to view from both neighbours and the piece of open ground to the rear of her garden – a prime route for the many dog walkers on the estate. Soon Sandra was sat in one of those high backed wicker chairs in the conservatory, watching me sweep the timber floor. It only took a little imagination to consider her as the Lady and me as her naked serf. Again, vulnerable, willing to abrogate the decisions. She began passing comments on activity outside the conservatory. "Oh look, there's my neighbour hanging out her washing. Don't turn round! What would she make of me sitting here like Lady Muck while a naked man was doing the housework? Maybe you'll have to do her house too, to keep her quiet" If only! "Here come some women walking their dogs. I think you had better clean that window until they have gone past". So I stood naked at a full height window next to Sandra, wiping it down, waiting to be told it was clean enough, both of us looking out waiting for their reactions. I'd given up responsibility for my actions to Sandra and now had to reap the consequences. I wanted to be seen naked and the thought of being "forced" to do it just added to the thrill. The first woman came from the left, casually looking over the houses. Eventually her eyes fell on Sandra and me and, once she had registered what was going on, she equally casually looked away until she was well past. Sandra giggled a little bit as we waited for the others to come into range. The second came from the right, watching her dog. When she was level with me she glanced over, did a double take, and hurried on looking down. Again Sandra laughed. The third one followed her from the right. She looked over, saw us, and a huge smile lit up her face. The woman stared at me for some minutes as she slowly strolled past "She seems to be enjoying the view. Don't move now; let her get a good look at you. Why don't you give her a wave?" I lifted my hand and waggled it at the woman. She waved back! There was no doubt, she was watching me and she continued to watch me until she had to turn away or risk serious injury to her neck. This was too much for my poor cock to stand, and it began to swell. Given, the slightest encouragement I would have dropped to my knees and masturbated. But there is always housework to be done. Sandra stopped giggling long enough to give me fresh instructions. "The floor needs cleaning. Get some hot water and a cloth, get on your knees, and give the floor a good scrub. Keep your knees apart." Fifteen minutes on the floor with my arse in the air, exposing cock, balls, and anus to Sandra's stare. She noticed that as I was wiping the floor, my cock was swinging from side to side in a counter motion. She laughed again. "I didn't know men could wag their cocks like a tail. I like that. Come on then doggy, wag your tail a bit more for me, let me know you're happy." So while she sat there laughing and reprimanding me at the slightest reduction in pace, I had to exaggerate the waggle my arse as I wiped the floor so that my cock waved from side to side, like a dog wagging its tail. I was beginning to learn that it is possible to be humiliated and exhilarated at the same time. Despite my mental efforts, my cock began to harden, meaning I had to wag faster to satisfy Sandra, which caused it to harden more. I tried all sorts of mental exercises to no avail. Minutes later, my rock hard cock was sticking out below my stomach, dribbling onto the recently cleaned floor. "OK, come and stand next to me while I assess the work". I got up and stood to the side of her chair facing her, my rigid cock about head level. The act of standing there naked and erect made me feel yet more vulnerable, humiliated, and exhilarated. Sandra laughing at me built up the humiliation, the fact that she was not objecting to my nudity and taken part in the action added to the exhilaration. She turned away from me with a mockingly thoughtful expression and did a slow sweep of the conservatory until her eyes came to rest on my erection, inches in front of her nose. She stared at it for a moment, then looked up at me, and said "Very nice". For that instant, I worshipped that woman. All she would need for my undying devotion would be to allow me to stand naked and erect in front of her, while she carried out a close inspection of my penis, followed by, "Very nice". But again the spell was broken. "Actually, while you're here, you could help me by loading a few concrete slabs into the truck." As this was outside the front of the house, I had to get dressed and spend a few minutes loading up. By now, it was about eleven, and time to go. "What are you doing the rest of the day?" she asked. "Well in the immediate future, I'm going to get home as fast as possible, rip my clothes off and masturbate while reliving the last sixty minutes." "Oh, well enjoy yourself, won't you" she said, as if I had just announced that I was off for a weekend away. I got home as soon as I could, taking my clothes off as I entered the house, and fell onto my knees in front of the full-length mirror, my favourite wanking position. Within seconds, I was rock hard and heading towards what would probably have been the world's fastest wank. I was imagining Sandra and the three dog-walkers standing in front of me watching, especially the third one. I used the mirror to visualise what they would see if I was kneeling in front of them wanking. I imagined them with my favourite expressions, in particular Sandra's casual examination of my erect cock. "Very nice". Just as I was about to reach a satisfying orgasm, the phone rang. I could have ignored it, but Lesley was out and maybe trying to reach me. I stood up and walked into the study, still with one hand on my throbbing member, I picked up the phone and said a somewhat strangled "Yes?" into the receiver. "Finished yet?" It was Sandra. "Nearly", was about all I could muster. "You go ahead then, I'll wait" Two or three strokes later and the first spasm shot cum from my cock and across the floor, accompanied by a throaty grunt into the mouthpiece. The next two spasms were equally as powerful and equally vocal. I began to regain control of my voice box by the fourth and fifth spasms, but not my twitching cock. The seventh and eighth I managed in relative silence (i.e., breathing hoarsely) as the spunk dribbled out my cock and down my legs, and finished off by sinking onto my knees and burbling "Oh God!" into the phone. "Did you enjoy that?" "You mean you couldn't tell?" A giggle. "The reason I rang..." We had a thirty second conversation about some sort of message. She rang off with "Don't forget to clean up the mess, houseboy." Masturbating for Sandra Ch. 02 Most of my stories are extracts from a journal I started keeping some years back, for my own erotic entertainment. I thought I was the only person who did this, until I discovered Literotica and hundreds of other like-minded people. The only embellishments are to make the story more interesting to read. One other fact is that I am always naked when at home. Lesley insists upon it and I love it. I love the feeling of the air moving against my skin. I love being looked at when I am naked, particularly by women who have their clothes on. Being naked when everyone else is dressed leaves me vulnerable and strangely powerful at the same time. When we have visitors, it is up to Lesley if I get dressed. Originally, I had to be clothed every time someone came over, but over time, that rule has been relaxed. We do not have a full-blown BDSM lifestyle, but I have to be available for bondage, whipping, masturbation or sex at her demand. I can put in a request for any of the above, but it is within her gift. * * * * * About two weeks later, Lesley was out for the evening and I was carrying out her instructions. These were to tidy up the house, sort the laundry, etc while naked and erect. I was to maintain an erection for two hours by masturbating then, after 9pm, it was up to me. I could either continue masturbating or not, but I was not to ejaculate without permission. We often play this game. It is part of the humiliation and exhilaration of being naked and under somebody else's direction. Of course, I could just strip, wank and get on with stuff, but this would deal only with the physical need and removes the added edge that the psychological bit brings. Besides, that would be cheating. So I came home from work, took my clothes off, knelt in front of the mirror and watched myself stroke my cock to an erection. Still wanking, I wandered into the kitchen and began my chores. I have often wondered what the woman who overlooks our kitchen makes of the naked neighbour who always seems to be erect. I know she has seen me. Maybe I'll find out one day. Sandra rang just before 9pm with a message for Lesley. After delivering the message, she asked what I was up to. Being raised correctly, I told the truth and repeated Lesley's instructions, adding that at that specific moment, I was kneeling on the floor masturbating. As it was now past 9pm I asked if she would mind if I carried on masturbating. I wondered if Sandra realised I was telling the truth. And if she did, I wondered if she was enjoying the thrill as much as me. The conversation that followed was probably one of the most inane we have ever had, which convinced me that she believed me when I said that I was masturbating, and that she was enjoying listening to me get more and more aroused. Otherwise, she would simply hang up, wouldn't she? Of course, this turned me on even more, and I had to interrupt myself a couple of times to stop myself from cumming. Sandra waited patiently while I panted into the phone, before picking up from where I had left off, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. A couple of minutes more of this and things were getting a little desperate. My cock was rock hard and my balls had expanded enough to become quite painful. I had to either stop, which I really did not want to do, or cum, which I couldn't, because I did not have permission. Then of course, it dawned on me. I needed permission, but there was no specification over who should give me permission. I could ask Sandra. It also occurred to me that, if I was to maintain a policy of honesty, I could tell Lesley when she asks, that I had ejaculated during the evening, but it was OK, as Sandra had given me permission. This made me smile a bit. So, more than a little breathless, I interrupted Sandra with, "May I have permission to ejaculate?" She laughed and said, "What?" "Well, I've been masturbating the whole time we have been speaking, as well as the previous two hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out. I need to ejaculate very soon, but I need your permission." She thought for a minute, and said, "No, I don't think you can cum just yet". It was my turn, "What?" "I think I'd like to listen to you suffer for a little while. Anyway, as I was saying…". She carried on with our conversation – as if I was listening! I slowed down my strokes and loosened my grip. My hand was barely touching my cock and hardly moving, but still it twitched and every contact caused a shudder than ran up through my anus and my spine, causing little groans and squeaks into the mouthpiece. "Are you struggling there?" "Yes, please let me cum" I begged. "Just a few minutes more. You do this sort of thing often?" "What? Masturbate?" It was not possible for me to put a sentence together. "Yeah, but while talking to someone on the phone." "First time." I spluttered. "No it isn't. You wanked while I was listening a couple of weeks ago, after you did my housework for me. I think you enjoy it. Tell me you enjoy humiliating yourself by wanking while I listen?" "I enjoy wanking while you listen" "Not good enough" "I love to humiliate myself by kneeling on the floor, naked and wanking, while you listen on the phone". "OK. Now if you ask me nicely and tell me what a dirty little wanker you are, I shall give you permission to cum." "I am a dirty little wanker who likes to wank and degrade himself while you listen. Please may I come now?" "You have ten seconds to cum. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4." With a low moan a great stream of spunk squirted out of my cock and fell across the timber floor. A squeal accompanied the second, even more intense spasm. I totally forgot that I was holding onto the telephone as I had one of my most protracted and vocal orgasms, splattering spunk over the floor. "There's a good boy. Now as a special treat, you can lick the mess up. Byeee." Sandra rang off. I replaced the receiver and bent to my task, licking up every drop. 30 minutes later, Lesley came home and found me on the sofa, naked and erect, masturbating. I had been reliving the telephone conversation. She did not wait for me to speak, but collapsed on the sofa next to me and said, "Go outside and wank then. And put the kettle on as you go out." A couple of weeks later, Sandra and I were with the rest of the family at a do somewhere. We found ourselves alone in a quiet corner, and I decided to bring up my wanking habits. "Thank you for allowing me to ejaculate the other night." "It's a pleasure. Do you always wait for permission to cum when you wank?" "Normally. I don't have to of course, but that's part of the fun." "And do you always wank when speaking to someone on the phone." "Only women I now, who might like the idea. I like to think that they can hear my breathing change, as I get aroused, but they're not sure if I really am masturbating. There's always the possibility that they'll get curious and ask me what I'm doing. Of course, depending on how well I know them, I'll tell them the truth. Even then, they may not believe me." "Do they always let you cum?" "You're the first one I've asked. That's why I thanked you." "Did you clear up the mess like I told you?" "Of course" "Did you like the taste?" "I could have done without the floor polish" "We'll see what we can do about that next time. Would you like to wank for me again?" "Yes please" "When?" "As soon as you like. I'll be at home Tuesday". "Be kneeling on the floor naked at 6pm Tuesday night, and start wanking. Don't stop for any reason – other telephone calls, people knocking at the door, anything. You're not allowed to ejaculate until I give you permission. I'll call sometime before 8." With that she moved away. 5.55, Tuesday night and I was kneeling on the timber floor in the lounge, next to the telephone. I was naked and already turned on about the impending events. As soon as the timer on the video turned to 6.00, I grasped my already erect cock and slowly started wanking. Almost immediately, I had to rest. My cock was twitching, and I could have ejaculated in about three seconds. I needed a distraction. I switched on the television and turned the volume down low. Then continued masturbating with my left thumb on the mute button. I figured she would want the phone to be answered immediately. Ten minutes later the phone rang, and despite the instantaneous reactions, I still nearly shot my load in excitement. A telesales person! In the next hour, I had four more calls, two messages for Lesley and two more telesales. By 7pm, I had got interested in a television programme, and I was watching it while wanking slowly. This is not unusual. Evenings alone are always spent naked and erect. The only unusual bit was the kneeling on the floor next to the telephone. I had decided that Sandra had probably been teasing me and that she would not ring. Never mind, it had been good while it lasted. I'll see it out until 8pm, and then have a quick wank in front of the mirror. I was even annoyed when the telephone rang thirty minutes later, interrupting my programme. I absent-mindedly picked up the receiver. "How's it going?" Sandra! "Fine, thanks" "Describe to me what you're doing." "I'm kneeling on the floor in the lounge, naked. I am masturbating and have been for about an hour and a half, without ejaculating. I have been erect all of that time" "I'll have to watch you wank one day" Oh God, if only! Instantly, my cock stiffened and my balls tightened. The familiar tingling began at the base of my cock and ejaculation was only moments away. Only supreme concentration and a temporary cessation of stroking prevented 90 minutes of preparation being wasted. "That'll be nice" That'll be nice? That'll be bloody fantastic! "Anyway, I think you have something to tell me. What are you?" "I am a dirty little wanker who likes you listening to me masturbate" Oh God! "And what would you like to do now?" "I'd like to cum now, please" Oh God! Oh God! "Beg me" "Please, please may I cum for you while you listen? Please let me cum, I'm begging you" Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! "You may cum in your mouth" Oh Go….What! "What!" "You heard. Cum in your mouth." "How?" I think I already knew. "Lie on your back and lift your legs in the air" I assumed the position with the phone to my ear. "Er..right" "Now, lift your buttocks and bring your feet down over your head, so that they touch the floor behind your head. A good bit of yoga, this." The last time I had done this I was considerably younger and had a good deal less weight. I was also dressed. With some trepidation I began moving my feet down towards my head. Surprisingly, they responded to my instructions and soon I was almost folded in half and had my toes on the floor above my head (I hope my chiropractor doesn't read this). I was also staring at my engorged cock, not more than a few inched from my face. Sandra said into my ear "Are you ready?" I gave a sort of strangulated "Yes". "Good, now masturbate to ejaculation and make sure you cum in your mouth" With one hand holding the telephone and the other pumping at my shaft, I had a bit of difficulty with my balance. I corrected this by spreading my legs and using my feet as sort of outriggers. I wondered if I would cum before I caused serious damage to my skeleton. Fortunately, Sandra was contributing. "What would Lesley think if she came home now to find you on the floor in the lounge, naked, with your arse up in the air, your cock pointing at your face as you masturbate? And even worse, with me on the other end of the telephone. Would you like to do this for me while I watch? I would kneel by your head and squint down your cock, making sure you were lined up properly. Would you like that? I might have to kneel on your feet and hold on to your balls, to make sure you couldn't go anywhere until you cum. Are you ready yet?" I couldn't say anything throughout this. I was in such a humiliating position naked on the floor, staring at my own throbbing cock, feeling the pre-cum fluid dribbling onto my lips. Then imagining Sandra kneeling over me watching me wank and hearing her talk like that in my ear. I couldn't take anymore. I gurgled into the phone "I'm cumming" My fist pumping as fast as I could, feeling the ejaculation fast approaching, going beyond the point of no return. Still Sandra's voice was in my ear. "Open your mouth. Wide. Make sure you squirt into it. Every drop. Don't swallow or spit, just hold it in your mouth." I felt my muscles tighten and the fluid surge up from my balls up my shaft. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and felt the pelvic muscle spasm and watched a stream of spunk spurt out of my cock and felt it, warm against my tongue and the back of my throat. Another spurt and I could hear my grunts in the earpiece, accompanied by a small gargling noise. I continued pumping and more of the fluid filled my mouth. Eventually, I was spent. I lay flat on the floor, my cock and balls throbbing, with a slightly open mouth full of spunk. "Well then spunk boy, how does that feel? Have you got a mouthful of spunk?" I sort of bubbled something into the telephone. "Let me hear you gargle it, like a mouth wash. Make sure you coat all of your mouth with your spunk? Is that nice?" I washed the fluid around my mouth, mixing it with my own saliva, making as much noise as possible. "OK. Now swallow it" Another humiliation? More exhilaration? I had already gone so far, this didn't seem to matter. It took two swallows to completely empty my mouth. I still lay on the floor, breathing hoarsely. "Feel better now" "Yes, thank you" "Good, what do you say?" "Thank you for letting me wank for you" "You're welcome" Sandra hung up. Masturbating for Sandra Ch. 03 Most of my stories are extracts from a journal I started keeping some years back, for my own erotic entertainment. I thought I was the only person who did this, until I discovered Literotica and hundreds of other like-minded people. The only embellishments are to make the story more interesting to read. One other fact is that I am always naked when at home. Lesley insists upon it and I love it. I love the feeling of the air moving against my skin. I love being looked at when I am naked, particularly by women who have their clothes on. Being naked when everyone else is dressed leaves me vulnerable and strangely powerful at the same time. When we have visitors, it is up to Lesley if I get dressed. Originally, I had to be clothed every time someone came over, but over time, that rule has been relaxed. We do not have a full-blown BDSM lifestyle, but I have to be available for bondage, whipping, masturbation, or sex at her demand. I can put in a request for any of the above, but it is within her gift. Many months had past since the previous episodes of this short saga, during which time normal relationships were resumed. Sandra and I kept bumping into each other at various family functions and would occasionally speak on the phone, but for some reason my masturbatory efforts on her behalf were never discussed or even referred to. There were highlights of course. At a drinks party for my birthday at a local bar, Sandra came over to the table where I was sat with a beer she had just bought for me. Nothing unusual in that, except that she was wearing a loose vest without a bra, so bending over to deposit the drink exposed her tits. I don’t mean a nice bit of cleavage, I mean I could see both breasts entirely and her naval. She might just as well have been topless. “Nice tits” I said, with meaning. “Oh ta, do you think so? I’ve always considered them a bit small” Sandra remained where she was, leaning on the table, her breasts completely exposed less than a foot from my nose, making absolutely no effort to move or cover herself up. As I was sitting alone with my back to a wall, I was the only one who could appreciate the view. I continued my casual assessment of her breasts. “It’s a bit of a myth, you know, large breasts. Oh sure, there are men out there who are mad for big tits, but I think most of us men go for something slightly more handleable.” “I thought all men were after women with big knockers” “Well, there’s no doubt that a large breasted woman across a room will draw attention, but I think you’ll find most men are a bit more discerning than that”. While talking, I casually leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table. Initially I maintained eye contact, but I soon picked up my glass and took the opportunity for an even closer examination of Sandra’s breasts. “In what way?” Sandra asked, still remaining in position. “Availability, mainly” Sandra sniggered and stood up, as we were approached by some of the other revellers. Actually, thinking about it, that isn’t a particularly “normal” relationship. The point is that there was not a linear development in the naked masturbation thing. The naked housework was one thing, which developed into the telephone calls while I was wanking, which in turn led to a specific instructions for me while she listened. As there had been a considerable hiatus, I think we both thought that the other was backing off a bit, which was probably a good thing. So when Sandra left a message several months later to ask if she could come over and use our Internet connection as hers had gone down, being naked and masturbating for her was not at the forefront of my mind. I came in from work to an empty house and heard the message I rang her back and invited her over when she was ready. I then went to the bedroom to get the suit off and have a shower. To be honest she took me by surprise. I was just towelling myself off, when there was a knock on the door. Looking out of the window, I saw it was Sandra. I could have got dressed, put on a robe or wrapped the towel around me, but on a whim I decided not to do any of those. As I walked downstairs, my heart was beating rapidly with excitement. I had already resolved what I was going to do, I just didn’t know what Sandra’s reaction would be. It turned out to be prefect. I turned the lock and opened the door naked, stood slightly to one side. “Evening” I said. “Evening” was the reply as Sandra coolly stepped into the house, making no comment at all about my nudity. Being the perfect host, I offered her a drink. She asked for coffee and we wandered into the kitchen to make it. While we were waiting for the kettle to boil, I leant against the unit while Sandra was across the kitchen by the door. As we were talking, that magical moment occurred again. She had spent some time maintaining eye contact and her cool, but eventually her eyes dropped to my cock. Marvellous. “I haven’t disturbed your evening, have I?” “Not at all. Lesley’s asked me to change the bedclothes and there’s a football match I was planning to watch.” Once the coffee was made, I went upstairs ahead of her, deliberately, so that she could stare at me without being seen, showed her the computer, and fetched a chair from the adjacent room. I then sat next to her, buttocks touching, for the next twenty minutes, naked, showing her how the whole thing worked. Again, she made no comment at all about my nudity. Eventually I left her to herself, put the TV on in the bedroom and set about changing the bedclothes. Now this ought to have been a fairly straightforward affair, but involved a good deal of walking in and out of the bedroom to the cupboard on the landing, in full view of Sandra and no more than ten feet from where she was sitting. At the same time, I was watching the football, so the whole thing took ages. Each time I came out of the bedroom, I had a short wank to get an erection, and then let it subside, so that each time I appeared in view I was putting on a good display. There was also a great deal of spurious walking up and down the stairs. Each time I moved into Sandra’s view, I got bolder, allowing my cock to get bigger and bigger. Sometimes I would masturbate for some time, hoping that Sandra would “discover” me wanking. After about an hour of this I was getting fairly turned on. Sandra continued to make conversation but not once did she seem to notice that I was naked. Every man enjoys a contest, so I formed a plan. I wanked once more to the edge of a climax and walked out of the bedroom fully erect and stood in full view, and asked if she would like another drink. She replied yes please without looking up. Damn! I went down to kitchen and fixed the drink. Just before taking it upstairs, I knelt on the kitchen floor and wanked – half-thinking that maybe I should get dressed. Just as I was considering ejaculation, Sandra called downstairs for help. Again and instant decision, I walked up the stairs, and into the study fully erect. Sandra looked up, saw my erect cock, and finally broke by laughing in surprise. I sat next to her at the computer, naked and erect. Her husband apparently is uncircumcised, so she took the opportunity to carry out a detailed examination of my circumcised cock. This involved her bending over my lap, so that when I looked down, I could see the back of her head. It did not take much to imagine her opening her mouth, and lowering her head down just a few more inches. I could almost feel her moist lips encircling the head of my cock and her tongue running gently over the tip, before lowering her head even further and taking me in her throat. I am sorry to report that none of this happened, but it did assist in maintaining a fairly substantial erection. After a couple of minutes she sat up (damn again) but kept looking down into my lap. “Do all men play with themselves the same way, whether or not they’ve been circumcised?” Yeah, right. “Well I do it like this”. I grasped my cock and began moving my fist up and down. Sandra’s eyes grew wide and a smile broke out across her face. “Even my husband doesn’t do that in front of me!” “He doesn’t know what he is missing.” “But what does yours look like when you’re not erect?” “It might take me a while to show you” “You get the drinks and I’ll log off, then”. Thrice damn! I walked down the stairs, again naked, but this time with my throbbing cock bobbing up and down. By the time I got to the kitchen, my erection was beginning to subside. As I put the drinks on the dining room table Sandra came into the room, and openly stared at my now flaccid cock. “Oh, it’s quite different, almost like a miniature erection. Is the tip sensitive?” I didn’t believe that Sandra had never seen a circumcised cock before, but I was happy to play along with the charade. Who wouldn’t? “Er… yeah” “Can I see it erect again?” “Your wish is my command” To emphasise the point, I sank to my knees as I again grasped my cock and began slowly wanking. To paint the picture, I was naked, kneeling at the feet of my fully clothed sister, who was staring at my cock while I masturbated. I know she was looking at my cock, because my eyes never left hers, and not once did she look at me. “Take your hand away, I can’t see it” Damn, damn, damn, damn. I stopped wanking, but remained kneeling at her feet. Nothing was said as she examined me for a few minutes. Then she sat on the chair behind her at the table, picked up her drink and for the first time in a while, she looked me in the eyes. “Carry on, then” Again, the psychological game, both of us seeing who would blink first. Sandra was goading me to humiliate myself in front of her by masturbating while she watched, and I was trying to cum before she lost her nerve. At the back of my mind, I was wondering if this moment would come to haunt me, but that was soon replaced by the thrill of being under her control. She slowly crossed her legs and continued watching me as I knelt on the floor and wanked for her. The silence was broken only by my grunts as I began approaching what I was sure would be a spectacular climax. “Are you ready to come yet?” Memories of our telephone sex added to my excitement as she took control of the situation. “Almost” “Let me finish my drink first” She sat there, looking me up and down, without moving the glass to her lips. I was beginning to shake and sweat, but I had to try to keep control. Involuntary spasms raked my body as I slowed my wanking and breathed heavily through my nose. She took a drink, looked in the glass, and looked up at me. “Still a bit left” My balls were aching and ready to explode. I was rapidly losing control and didn’t know how much longer I would last. She took her last drain of the glass, put it on the table, and stood up. She came and stood right next to me so that I had to crane my neck back to look at her. She positioned herself so that she was looking straight down at me, with a grin on her face. Her eyes focussed on my cock, then on mine. “You may cum”, she said as her eyes moved back to my cock. One of my joys in masturbating is watching the spunk explode from my engorged cock. She denied me this as I arched my naked torso to gaze at her. My pelvic muscles contracted and my cock jerked as I felt my spunk jet across the floor. Her eyes never left my twitching member as I willingly delivered myself into her power with an intense climax that seemed to last for minutes. Eventually, I was spent. I closed my eyes and sank down onto my haunches. It was only as my body relaxed that I realised how much it ached. I hung my head down and leaned forward, until I was on all fours, my forehead touching the floor, relieving my strained thigh muscles. My cock hung limply, still dribbling. I had temporarily forgotten Sandra. I was about to stand up when she brought me out of my reverie by placing a heel on my buttocks and applying gentle pressure. I obligingly lay down in the spunk I had recently deposited on the floor, and rolled onto my back. I was prostrate and naked at my sister’s feet, still shaking, covered in sweat and my own cum, breathing heavily and my cock shrinking. She took a last glance at my shrivelled member, and moved forward to stand astride my naked form. “Thanks for the loan of the computer. I’ll let myself out while you recover”. She stepped over me, opened the door behind me, and was gone.