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Handjob Ch. 01

By: CuckoldGuy



The events described in this essay are true from my own life experiences. The characters are eighteen years of age or older and only their names have been changed.

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When my wife was in her last year of high school, she and a fellow classmate were trying to gain membership into the National Honor Society which they did accomplish at the end of the year.

They were over achievers and often studied together. After school, she would go to the boy's house, where they would go up to his bedroom and study. They did this a couple of times a week plus some weekends over the course of a year. 

During those times, in the sanctuary of his bedroom, Joel would teach Rosemarie in the many ways of how to masturbate him. He could have deflowered her but instead, being over achievers, they turned masturbation into an art form.

For that year, he would fondle and suckle her breasts. Then he would show her how to handle and play with his penis. She learned the many ways of stroking his erection to his ultimate pleasure. She played his genitals like a skilled musician plays their instrument.

At the end of the year, his mother broke up their relationship and he was forbidden to be with her. Then I came along and fell under the spell of her pleasuring hands. Like Joel, I was circumcised, so it was easy for her to transfer her skills over to me.

I was circumcised at birth, so I've never experienced having a foreskin. Not having that extra skin leaves my glans exposed and my penis is very sensitive, so when a girl feels it, she must use a very delicate touch, like she was handling an exotic orchid.

If a girl strokes an uncircumcised penis, she can use the foreskin as a lubricant and move it back and forth over the glans. Because of the thickness of the foreskin, she probably needs to use a firm grip to give her partner the sensations which will bring him to climax. She probably has to masturbate him for a longer period of time than if he were circumcised. 

In the days before I met my wife, most of the girls who fondled my genitals would hurt me. One girl I remember seemed so gentle. She spoke so softly and she gently took my erection in her hand. Then she tightened her fist around it and started pumping it hard and fast. She ruptured several blood vessels before I could stop her. It took a month for them to clear up. Another girl jacked my erection like it was a pump and another cut my scrotum with her finger nail. 

Then I met Rosemarie. Thanks to Joel, she was well trained in the many ways in which to fondle and masturbate a circumcised penis. The feel of her stroking hand is so gentle, soft, so tender and sensual, only a woman twice her age might possibly know how to do it. 

Rosemarie will wrap her hand around the base of my shaft and watch it grow in her hand. Then loosen her grip to a very, very light touch, like a feather touch, as she slowly begins to stroke up and down, all the while, she is studying my face for the signs of pleasure that she knows she is giving me. 

Sometimes she will change her feel so that just her forefinger and thumb circle my shaft as she continues her stroking. This is one of her many ways of prolonging my pleasure or she will just lightly stroke the mushroom head, making me squirm in pleasure.

As she strokes, she is watching my face, listening to my breathing, feeling for my body to tense up, looking for that sign that I'm near my climax and then she will bring me away from the edge. She may use only one fingertip, massaging what I call, my "F" spot. 

Like the "G" spot in a woman, the "F" spot or frenulum, by it's technical name, is a highly sensitive area on the underside of the penis. It is located where the glans or head joins the penile shaft. It is the nerve center for the entire penis. Like the glans it is exposed in a circumcised penis. 

She delights in seeing how long she can keep me on the edge and she will decide when I climax. When she decides, she will stroke me until I gasp, I tense up, I begin to shake and I moan.

When she knows that I'm about to cum, she will bring her hand up to her mouth and fill her palm with her warm saliva. Then I feel the intense sensations of her warm slippery hand engulf the head of it. She firms up her grip as she slides her hand down the shaft. She cups her other hand above the head as I begin ejaculating into it.

She can make the stroking session last a long time or she can make me climax in a very short moment. In any case, I am completely drained and gratified for days after.

I remember one night when we went to the movies. We were in the lobby, standing in line, waiting for the crowd to leave from the previous show. As the crowd was exiting a girl walked by us with her boyfriend. She said, "Hi Jack" and she continued walking as the crowd was moving her along.

I replied, "Hi Lisa."

My wife was standing in front of me and she turned around, pressing her body against mine. She hooked her fingers into the front of my pants and pulled them away from my body so she could snake her other hand down into my pants. I felt her hand caress my flaccid penis and it responded by getting hard.

While she was holding it, one of her fingers, I don't know which one, began massaging my "F" spot very fast. While she was doing this, she looked into my eyes and said, "So who's your friend?"

At the time, I was going to school at night and I answered her, "She's in one of my classes." 

Her finger continued massaging that spot and in less than a minute, I began to shake. She whispered, "Kiss me." I did and in that crowded lobby, I ejaculated in my pants.

After we were seated, she said, "How do you feel?"

"I'm wet and sticky."

She replied, "Serves you right."

"But I didn't do anything."

Her hand jobs helped save her virginity for the time when we would be married. It was her hand jobs that made me take her out on that second date and eventually marry her. It has been her hand jobs that have kept me married to her for all of these years. 

If I tell her that I was restless and did not sleep last night, than tonight, you can be sure, I will get a stroking. If I get upset about something, she will calm me down with a stroking. If I become suspicious about a man in her life, she will set me at ease with a stroking and when I protest my subservient status, she will stroke me into submission.

The first two years that we were dating, I would satisfy her with my fingers. I could get her so aroused and passionate that I could question her on her sex life. She would tell me about the boy who taught her how to jerk him off. How he would play with her tits and then she would jerk him off. That she really liked him.

In that aroused state, she told me about one of her teachers, a man in his late forties, who would look at her breast while talking to her. How it got her so aroused by him just looking. While she was telling me these secrets, she would get so hot that she would push my head down into her crotch and try to pull my mouth into her. She loved cunnilingus and she probably used it to keep me from asking too many questions. She did instruct me in the many ways in which to please her and I think I got real good at it.

After she was gratified, she would whisper in my ear, "Here, let me help you. Oh! It's so big and hard. The head is so smooth and hot. I love the feel of it in my hands and Oh! Your balls feel so big and heavy. They're beautiful and this cock of yours is magnificent."

During those stroking sessions she would always build up my ego and I could never lie to her inquiring questions.

She went on, "I just like stroking it up and down like this. It's beautiful and your so handsome. You're smart and strong and with a cock like this, I'll bet you've had a lot of girls, haven't you?"

"No."

"Oh, come on. You can tell me. You know I wouldn't tell anyone."

"No! I've never fucked anyone in my life."

"You're telling me, that a handsome guy like you, has never fucked a girl? Here, let me wet my hand. Oh, yes. Now it's nice and slippery. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Oh yes."

"Are you sure that you've never gotten laid?"

"I swear to you, I'm a virgin. I'm, I'm going to cum... Oh, God! I'm cumming."

Mutual masturbation is the perfect way for two people to get to know each other. They can talk to each other while pleasuring each other. It was during those stroking sessions that I became addicted to her hands. With her hands she could give my penis the most intense sensations, so much more than having intercourse. 

After we got married, intercourse was a big disappointment to me. When we copulate and we both climax, I pull it out of her but my cock is still a little fluffy. In a couple of minutes, I'm ready to go again but she always goes into a deep sleep. I'm never fully gratified or satisfied as when I cum by her hand.

In all of the years that we have been together, she has never, ever, given me a blow job. There are times when she is stroking me that she will stop and put her mouth close to it. She looks like she is debating whether she should suck it or not. She will glance up at me and looking into my eyes, she will open her mouth as if to suck it. She thinks to herself, "No! You're not going to get that." She then resumes her stroking. 

There were times when she has taken it in her mouth and kissed it and sucked it a little but never sucked it to climax. The most she would ever do, is give it two sucks and then say, "put it in me."

In those early years I tried to coax her into fellatio but she would have none of it. She would get get so angry that it broke the mood. So I gave up trying.

At the end of our first year of marriage, her boss cuckold me. Now that he was fucking her, Rosemarie went back to masturbating me. For him and his friends, she gave blow jobs and I came to know that she is very good at it but for me, I only get her hand jobs. 

She claims that it is very degrading for her to suck my cock. For that same reason, she has never worn a sexy negligee for me. She claims that it would make her look cheap. I know the psychology behind this behavior but to explain it, I would have to write another essay. 

Fellatio is the ultimate pleasure a person can give a man but it requires that the person giving, becomes the submissive. The man receiving becomes the dominate partner. My wife could never become a submissive to me and yet with her boss and his friends, she had no problem. With a strange man, she could let her hair down but with me, she had to maintain that good girl image.

When a man is getting a blow job, he can talk and tell his partner what he likes, what he feels. The submissive can say nothing but just stay there with their mouth full, listening to him while sucking his cock.

Rosemarie grew up in a household where the men dominated the subservient women. Rosemarie vowed that she would never be dominated or subservient to her husband and I agreed with her. We should be equal but some how, by using her hands, I fell into submission.

When my wife wants to get something from me or wants me to agree to something, she will get it by stroking me. I remember one night in particular. Her girl friend, Judy and her husband were going on vacation and Judy asked my wife if we wanted to go with them? That night, over dinner, my wife asked me and I said, "No."

We had a heated discussion over it and I said, "No and that's final."

After we cleaned up the dishes and kitchen, I went and sat on the sofa in the living room to study for a test. After a while my wife came in and sat down next to me. She had taken her shower and she had on her robe, tied in the front. She said, "Honey? I'm sorry."

As she was saying this she had placed her hand on my shoulder. She went on. "I was a little pushy," as she slides her hand to my chest while letting her breast rest against my arm.

Moving her hand down to my stomach, she continues, "You're right, it is expensive."

I have on a pair of sweats and she is now rubbing her hand back and forth over my pelvis saying, "I did want to go but we can't afford it."

Her voice is getting soft and alluring. She knows that the material under her innocent, moving hand is stimulating the head of my penis. That I'm going to get an erection. I always do.

She always wanted me in loose fitting clothing and she would always buy me loose fitting clothes. It took me a long time to realize that she used my clothing in this way, to stimulate my glans and arouse me.

She went on, "It was nice of them to invite us," as she now moves her hand down onto my hardening member. Her fingers trace the outline of it through the material. Her voice gets very soft, almost like she's talking to a little boy. 

She thinks to herself, "How easy it is to stimulate a circumcised dick. With out that foreskin, they are so vulnerable."

She continues, "I think you would have had a good time with Jim." 

Sliding her hand into my pants. I feel her fingers slide down the shaft of my erection. How I love the feel of her hand. She begins lightly stroking it.

I answer her, "Yea, I do get along with him." 

In her soft voice she says, "Why don't you slip these off?"

I slip my pants down and off. Then I slip my top off. I'm completely nude before her. I'm in her hands.

She says, "Hand me that lotion," indicating to the hand lotion on the end table next to me. Where did that come from? It wasn't there before.

I say, "No, no. Let me lay on you. Let me put it in you."

I want to take control. I want her to lie down on the rug and let me push my hard erection into her. To make her the submissive and me the dominate male. She will have none of it.

"Not now. I just want to stroke you. I want to feel you in my hand. You know you like me to stroke it. Now give me the lotion."

She twists her hand around the mushroom head and I feel her fingertip massaging my "F" spot. The pleasure is so intense that I succumb to her hand.

I hand her the lotion and watch as she pours some into her hand. She continues talking to me, telling me what a good husband I am and how much she loves me. She now has my complete, undivided attention.

I feel the sensations of the cool lube as she smoothes it over the head. She takes her time as she strokes me and tells me how she really wants to go. She wants to hear me say the word yes.

She knows all to well of how to stroke me, slow and firm. She keeps talking while she is looking into my eyes, timing her strokes to the rhythm of her words. She feels my cock getting hotter, sees my face revealing that I'm getting close. My body begins to convulse. She knows that I'm on the edge. She pauses, stops her strokes and just holds the head of my cock in her fingertips. Like she is holding a ball that she is about to drop.

She asks me again, "Can we go" and she's waiting to hear the word, yes.

I lay there, all tensed up, feeling the head of my cock pulsing in her fingertips. I want to feel her hand stroke down my shaft and give me release. I'm shaking. She's looking into my eyes. 

I whisper to to her, "You have me by the balls."

"No...I have you by your dick."

She knows what she wants and she is not giving in, not giving me what I need. I need her hand to move. I try to push my cock up into her hand but it's no use. My eyes plead to her that I can't take any more and then I moan the word, "Yes."  

Her face takes on a look of satisfaction as she rewards me by resuming her strokes. I begin ejaculating into her cupped hand. My body stiffens, my legs kick, I twist and gasp as she continues milking it all out of me.

It becomes too sensitive for me and I have a hard time trying to get her to stop. When she finally releases my penis, it is a small, shrunken and shriveled membrane, covered in oil and my semen.

She looks at it and she is pleased. I'm embarrassed of it. It lies to one side. She hooks her finger under it and flicks it over. She thinks to herself, "It's dead. I did a good job on it. It'll be dead for days." 

I lay there, I feel like a little boy who made a mess. Ashamed, embarrassed and inadequate, I apologize, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't do anything for you. I didn't make you cum. I didn't gratify you." 

"It's OK. It's OK, don't worry about me. I get my gratification knowing that I made you cum."

She gets up and goes into the kitchen to wash her hands. My semen on her hands, always gives her a feeling of pride and satisfaction, like a doctor who has just successfully completed a procedure.

I feel like each time she strokes me, she mentally castrates me and it takes me a few days to a week to recover. 

After she dries her hands, she unties her robe and lets it fall open. Then she walks back into the living room.

She thinks to herself, "Let him get a glimpse of my body. I want him to remember what he missed getting and what he can't get now. I am not going to let him fuck me anytime he wants. He can only fuck me when I want him to. I took good care of his little dickie and he won't be able to get it up for a few days. That's just the effect my hand jobs have on him."

End

Hand Job?



Note: like most of my stories, this one is taken from my own experiences. Names and locations are changed but it all really happened. Enjoy!

*****

It was hardly the kind of afternoon had expected. I just arrived at the hotel where a convention was taking place. A very special convention. 

Every year the huge sex toy industry holds a big get together in Las Vegas, and I just happened to be staying at the host hotel. I was no stranger to that industry, since I have many friends who work in both the adult film business and the closely related sex toy biz. They go hand in had, so to speak.

I hadn't planned on attending that event, it was just a coincidence, yet a happy one for me as it turns out. A good friend, Laura was also in attendance and as fate would have it I bumped into her I the hotel lobby. She was pushing a cart full of boxes through the lobby, with a couple of young guys in tow. Laura always had younger men in her entourage and though she was an avowed lesbian, I think she enjoyed the eye candy and the attention they brought. I suspect they were also a great attraction at her trade show booth where she and her cart were headed.

"I would expect you to have people to do that!" I called to her as she passed by, almost not noticing me. She turned and smiled in recognition. "Mark, take these on to the show floor," she said to one of the men at her side. He took the cart and continued as Laura approached me. 

"I had no idea you weed going to be here, Kurt."

Her smile was infectious. "Neither did I," I replied. I'm here for a meeting with an investor, but I'd much rather spend time with you."

"Well, my hands are going to be petty much tied today," she said, with a knowing inflection on the word "tied". She continued, " of course you have seen me that way before!"

We both laughed. Laura was a well known player in the BDSM community as am I. 

"I would never tie such lovely hands when they could be put to better use," I said in my best flirtatious voice.

"That's right," she noted, "we have spoken about my hands before!" 

She was referring to a conversation in which she had told me that she would love having a chance to play with me, specifically using her hands in her favorite pastime, fisting.

I smiled, and probably blushed a bit. I was no stranger to that practice, but it had been quite a while since I was on the receiving end, and I remember how slender her hand were, which prompted the conversation in the first place. I had told her if anyone could Top me nowadays, it would be her and mainly because of her reputation and her perfect sized hands.

"You know that offer still stands," she said brazenly.

"Really?"

"I don't joke about things like that," she replied.

"I am here for the next three days," I told her, and then I took the big leap, "we should make good on that offer!"

She moved close and caressed my cheek, "Oh I am sure we can find time!" 

I pulled her hand to my mouth and wantonly suckled her index finger. Sometimes I can be really blatant, and I use it to good effect. Apparently, it worked.

"Hell, yes, Kurt!" She withdrew her finger slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Tomorrow night? Can you be ready by then?" She was referring to the preparations I would have to make for such an encounter. Luckily, I had the necessary equipment with me to prepare.

"I will be ready and eager," I smiled, "having a scene with you has always been on my bucket list."

"Love it! It's going to be a wonderful, queer night, I can tell." She started to move away, the turned. "Would you mind if one of my boys watched?"

"You know me better than that," I said. "he is welcome to do more than watch."

And with that the encounter was over. She waved as she headed off, "Room 1620, 8:00ish."

I burned that time and number isn't my memory as I realized my cock had hardened in my slacks. 

The rest of the night would be filled with erotic dreams that would become reality the following day!

-———

After a day of meetings and negotiations, I was exhausted. Luckily I managed to break away around 5:00pm and headed to my room. 

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and went into the bathroom. The huge mirrors and walk in shower were pure Vegas. Though it made me self conscious, it also made preparations feel even more erotic than that might have otherwise.

For those unfamiliar with the practice of anal fisting, for the receiver and the giver, hygiene is a must. That means your ass has to be squeaky clean inside and out. I will spare you the details, but it involves repeated internal rinses and evacuation. Once everything comes out clear, you are ready, but it is a good idea to wait a few hours so there is no left over water inside that can create messy surprises.

By 6:00 pm I was showered, cleaned and ready. I took a couple of hours to relax and unwind from the day before dressing for our date. I have to admit,I was nervous about it since it had been a while. But my cock was anything but reticent! I don't think I lost my erection since we met in the lobby.

A few minutes after 8:00 I arrived at her room. A gentle knock at the door brought one of her handsome boys. 

"Hi, I'm Mark". He shook my hand as he ushered me into the suite. 

"Kurt," I answered as I firm'y gripped his hand. 

"Laura, will be out in a minute. Can I get you something to drink?" 

"Just water if you don't mind." I didn't drink liquor but I still needed to stay hydrated.

Mark turned to a small bar and produced a bottle of sparking mineral water.

"Will this do?"

"My favorite, thanks." I took the bottle and twisted open the cap. The sound of the gas escaping always sounded refreshing, and it was.

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and Laura came out. She was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and a big oversized t-shirt, hardly seduction wear, but that part of this encounter was already done. It was time to get down to business.

We engaged in a little playful banter and then she motioned to the door to the bedroom. 

"Sorry I didn't bring a sling, but we can make do on the bed." 

"Sounds perfect," I nodded and followed her in. Mark meanwhile had been busy laying towels across the foot of the bed in preparation. No sense in messing up the covers!

Laura in the meantime had begun to undress me. She was unbuttoning my shirt as she said, "so do you prefer latex gloves or nitrile?" 

"Either works for me." She was referring to the kind of gloves she would be using. Some people have allergies to latex and it also affects what kind of lubricant you can use. Water based with latex, and oil or water with nitrile, or the classic lube for fisting, vegetable shortening.

"Great! I like the nitrile, and I wanted to use a new lube I found." She continued undressing me, a process that was equally as erotic as it seems. When she reached my belt, she unbuckled it and slid it from around my waist, the she turned to Mark. 

"I think you'd enjoy Marks assistance with these."

I nodded as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them slowly down my thighs. My erect cock sprang upward as the fabric pulled away, and Mark took it into his mouth immediately. 

"Hope you don't mind," Laura asked with a giggle, knowing I rarely objected to a handsome man sucking my dick.

He dutifully finished removing my jeans and boots and somehow managed to maintain his grip on my cock with his talented mouth. Once finished he released my throbbing dick and stood. 

"I see you are ready," said Laura as she gently stroked my cock with her now gloved hands. She guided me to the bed where I positioned myself on my back. And raised my legs, holding the to give her unfettered access to my asshole.

She gently teased my hole before applying the lubricant. It felt slightly cool, but wonderful.

"My God, that feels good," I said involuntarily.

"There are so many nerve receptors in the anus," she said, slipping into her sex educator role, "it almost seems designed for pleasure." With that one of her well lubed finger slipped inside me.

"Yessss," I hissed as I reveled in the sensations of having my ass invaded.

Her finger snaked deep and soon she was gently rubbing my prostate.

"Oh that's the spot", she said softly. "Yours is so easy to find, I'd love to use you in one of my classes to demonstrate how to find and pleasure a man's prostate."

I chuckled, "the way I feel now, you could use my ass for anything!"

She slid a second finger in and I let out an involuntary groan, not of pain but sheer pleasure.

Mark had moved to the side of the bed, now naked, his erect cock nudged my hand. I grasped it and began stroking as Laura continued exploring my ass.

"Am I clean enough?"

"Absolutely," she replied, "you can relax about that." 

She was reassuring. I didn't want any accidents to spoil what was proving to be a mind blowing evening!

"I see you've found something to hang onto."

I looked up at Mark and smiled, "yes and it is a real comfort to me, thanks."

"I figured a lovely cock like Mark's would help you forget that a lesbian was fisting your gay ass." 

I laughed. "I have no problem with that", I assured her. "We're all queer here, so it's just dandy!"

With that she added yet another finger into my slowly opening ass. It felt wonderfully full, yet ached for more. She was going very slow and sensual, to keep the pain to a minimum and the pleasure to the maximum. 

"Damn, you are good at this", I moaned as she began sliding four fingers in and out of my hungry asshole. 

"Thanks", she replied. 

Then she slowly twisted her finger around sending waves of intense pleasure through me. My cock had long ago lost its stiffness, but now it was dripping seminal fluid copiously. Mark saw this condition and scooped some up with a finger and fed it to my open mouth. 

I sucked his finger greedily and continued stroking his hard, wonderful cock.

The sensation in my ass is hard to describe. It is like waves of pleasure emanating from my asshole and traveling across my skin, inside my body and through me. Waves that crash and make me shiver and beg for more. She moves her hand in and out, still not fully inside me, but my body doesn't care. It's ecstasy that envelopes me and I hear myself growl from deep in my soul. The sensations made time stand still, and though I know she was going very slow, spending at least a half hour before fully going in. I didn't care!

"One more finger and I'll be past my knuckle", she tells me as I feel her hand turn then feel an intense shiver and then the feeling subsides. She is fully inside my ass, her hand waiting for my anus to accommodate her. As I get used to the amazing fullness, she smiles at me through my sex induced haze. 

"I'm inside you." And with that she moves her thumb against my prostate sending me back into oblivion. My arms thrash and I groan and all I can say is "yessss".

Marks cock is leaking as I stroke it, and he's miles at me. "Mind if I suck your dick?" 

"Go right ahead", I pant and he straddles my head and dangling his beautiful hard cock in my face. I devour it as Laura continues to move gently in my ass. She is sliding slowly in and almost out and it is driving me crazy!

"He might need cum", I hear Mark tell her as he comes off my cock for air. 

"Good", she replies, "he has already had a few orgasms without ejaculation already."

She is correct, the spasms that rack my body are orgasms, stronger than any I have ever had, yet my dick has yet to shoot it's load. But that will change soon. Mark is an expert at cocksucking and he is going to get his prize soon, but before I can climax, I feel his cock swell and throb in my mouth. I am filled with a gush of hot cum and I love it! I suck him hard and drain every drop. 

"Oh damn!" He gasps as his body continues to shiver.

"He got you didn't he?" Laura is giddy with delight. "Move over and let me have a taste." With that she leans forward and kisses my cum soaked lips. The taste makes her even more enthusiastic as she returns to thrusting her hand in and out of my gaping hole.

"Fuck, that is so hot", Mark remarks, now watching her work on my ass. 

"He needs to cum I think", Laura whispers, and Mark starts stroking my half stiff cock back to full erection. The pleasure is intense and I won't want it to stop, but my body betrays me.

I feel the ejaculation coming. I swear it feels like it starts in my feet and rushes up to my cock and then, no longer able to resist a stream of white sperm blasts from the head of my cock splattering across my chest and chin. 

Laura leans forward and licks it up as she keeps her hand motionless in my throbbing ass.

She then moves to kiss me and feed me my own cum. I am lost in sensations and the intoxication of pure sex!

After a long lingering kiss, she looks at me. "Now, I'm going to wait for you to push me out. That way your ass will not feel abandoned."

She is right. Eventually my hole releases its grip on her and I feel her hand slide out gently.

"How are you feeling?" Laura looks down at me with an impish smile. She strips off her gloves and wipes up the excessive lube from my buttocks.

"Can we do that again?" I am still panting and a bit dingy.

"Oh hell yes!" She laughs and kisses me again and she and I and Mark all roll on the bed in an embrace. 

"Food!" The word just sprang from my lips.

"Good idea", she agreed. "You haven't eaten since last night have you?" 

"Nope"

"Food good!" She says imitating Frankenstein's monster.

Mark and I chime In as we crawl from the bed, "Food good!"



Hand Job Hanna



I know you'll think I'm naughty when I tell you but I don't care, I'm eighteen years old and I'll do what I want. What I really like to do is to give boys hand jobs, no, I'm serious, I want to just jerk them off until they cum in my hand. I have a boyfriend and sometimes we make love but only because he wants to if it were up to me I'd just handle him until he spurts all the time. I know some people call me Hand Job Hanna but I don't care besides my name really is Hanna.

It's not just my boyfriend that I jerk off I like to do his friends too, sometimes I even do them while my boyfriend watches. I've done two boys at the same time, which was hot as I watched their face trying to guess which one would go off first. My boyfriend doesn't really like it when I do other boys but that's tough and I told him so.

The way I like to do it is with the boy on the bed with his pants around his knees, then I sit on his legs while I play with him. I don't even have to get undressed although sometimes I'll let him peek at my boobies. What a great feeling as I hold his boner I always look in their eyes so they can see how much fun I'm having. I love to tease them by rubbing real slow, it's funny when they try to hump my hand, kind of like a dog on someone's leg. I like to hold them tight and then bend down and just blow on the tip, it always makes them think I'm gonna put it in my mouth but I never do. My boyfriend is the only one I put in my mouth, I love to see how excited that makes him, but I hardly ever finish him that way, only by jerking him off. I always talk to the boys too, they all want to hear how big they are, and when I tell them I want to see them shoot their stuff out, it works every time. I feel so powerful when I know I can make them cum and that feeling is far better than any sex I've ever had with a boy.

After they cum I like to play in it, it makes me feel nasty but I don't care. I have let my boyfriend cum in my mouth and I don't like the taste but I like to stick my finger in his goo and then clean it off with my mouth. I guess what I'm saying if it is just a little bit, the taste isn't so bad. Most of the time I'll hold the boys pecker over his belly when it squirts but sometimes when I fell like giving my boyfriend a charge I'll let him shoot off on my face. I don't know why but it really turns me on to feel his spunk just oozing down, I never wipe it off until it dries and get all crusty. Sometimes I like to gross him out by trying to kiss him; he screams like a little girl and even tries to run away. I always tell him that I kiss him after he has licked me but he says that is different. If I have my bra off I always wipe his spunk on my tittys cause I've heard it makes them grow bigger but I haven't noticed it working yet.

Boys are just so lucky to have boners to play with and then to have all that lovely cum shooting out whenever they wanted. I swear if I were a boy I'd lock myself in my room and just jack off all day long. I know that wouldn't work because of all the boys I've given a hand job to once they shoot off they don't want you to jerk them anymore. This doesn't make sense to me cause I can make myself cum a hundred times in a row although my clitty gets a little sore after a while.

I keep telling my boyfriend not to be jealous because he's the one I care about and that I do stuff to him that I never do to other boys but for some reason I don't think he believes me. When I told him, my goal in life was to jack off one thousand different boys he got all mad at me. The thing is I don't really count when I do a boy so I have no idea how many I've done so far. I can't even name a thousand boys so I know I haven't done that many. It's just so cool to hold a new dick in my hand, they all look alike, and yet they all are just so different. I've only done one boy who wasn't circumcised, I had never even heard of it and I had to ask my boyfriend about it. It was cool to play with but under the skin it stunk and even if I put strange boys things in my mouth I wouldn't have wanted to put his there. If you are a boy with a foreskin (that's what my boyfriend said it was) and if you want a girl to put it in their mouth then you'd better wash it good before you see her. My friend Jenna who thinks I'm sick says I should start a spreadsheet on all the boys I do and then I could list size and how much stuff they shoot, oh and how far they shoot. Then she says that after I do a thousand I could write a book. That is why I'm writing this story to see if I like it. It is kind of fun so maybe I will write a book and maybe I'll title it "A Thousand Poles, the Story of Hand Job Hanna." So what do you think, would you read it?



Hand Job Honeymoon



The wedding was beautiful, the bride was beautiful, the groom was handsome, and all the right people were in attendance. The reception was perfect, perfect food, perfect music, in the perfect locale. Everything was perfect except Toni didn't love Rick and Rick didn't love Toni. They hardly knew each other. The two families, closely allied in business ventures, had arranged the marriage several years ago. 

Toni and Rick had never been alone together. Their dates had always been chaperoned family functions. Toni had never dated anyone else. Toni's sex education consisted of talks with female friends almost as naïve as she, a few sessions of mutual touching and looking with the son of her father's secretary, and a brief session with her mother who explained the mechanics of coitus. Her mother's closing remark was, "Let him have intercourse with you until you get pregnant and then, when he thinks he must have sex, give him a hand job."

Rick's experience was almost as limited. One of the family's housekeepers had twin daughters his age who allowed Rick to attempt sex with them and then teased him mercilessly because he always ejaculated and lost his erection at the first touch of a willing female. Because of his failures with the twins, he never allowed himself any intimacy with any of the few girls he dated.

The penthouse suite at the sumptuous Bellagio Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas cost over $5,000 per night. Rick and Toni arrived by limo for their week-long honeymoon. 

When they were finally alone, truly alone for the first time, Rick took Toni's hand, gently pulled her toward him, hugged her, and whispered softly, "It will be all right. I'm nervous, too." Toni closed her eyes and hugged him back.

The suite had two bathrooms. Toni soaked in a lavender scented bubble bath for almost an hour. As she soaked, she thought, "I don't want a baby and I don't want sex." 

Rick showered in the other bath. He rubbed his penis in anticipation of sex with Toni. He remembered his experiences with the twins. That memory put him over the edge and he shot his first load as a married man into the shower. He wrapped himself in the terrycloth bathrobe with the Bellagio logo and lay down on the king sized bed to await his bride. A few minutes later she emerged from her bath dressed in a white nightgown which was just translucent enough to show the contrast between her white breasts and darker areola circling her nipples.

Rick gasped at his bride's beauty, sat up in bed, and asked, "Will you lie down beside me?" Toni smiled and slid into bed beneath the covers. Rick turned toward her and pulled her body close to his. They kissed, mouths closed at first, and then, tentatively, began exploring each other's tongue as they kissed harder and deeper. 

Rick pressed his erection against her thigh and pushed his thigh between her legs and began to rock rhythmically, hoping she would respond.

Toni felt his rock hard cock throbbing on her belly. Toni wasn't ready for sex with Rick and certainly didn't want to get pregnant. She remembered what her Mother had told her a few days ago. "Toni," she had remarked, "most men are just as satisfied with a hand job as they are with actually having intercourse." As Rick's thrusts against her body became more and more insistent, Toni rolled toward him, brought his hand to her breast, and whispered, "You play with my breast while I play with you." 

She gently encircled his penis with her soft hand and began slow up and down motions. "Tell me what feels good." 

Rick moaned, "Smear the juice from the tip on your hand to make it slick." He had only produced a few drops of precum, not enough to do any good, so Toni spit on her hand and increased the tempo. Rick thrust has hips, fucking her hand as she squeezed more firmly, responding to his motions. Within two minutes, he felt the pressure building to the point of no return. "Wait," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum!" Toni increased her efforts. Suddenly, Rick's cock jerked and spurted rope after rope of cum, the first two landing on his chest, the others dribbling down Toni's hand and arm.

As his penis softened, he apologized, "I'm sorry I came so fast." 

"That's ok. Let's get a good night's sleep so we'll feel good tomorrow." 

After washing her hands, she brought a warm wash cloth and cleaned the residue from his body, paying special attention to his quite limp cock.

As Toni lay in her marriage bed listening to her husband's deep breathing, she wondered how she would keep him satisfied. She had sexual feelings but not for Rick. And, in spite of both their parents' desire for a grandchild, her plans did not include a baby anytime soon. 

Toni opened her eyes on Sunday morning. The plush hotel room was just light enough for her to observe Rick's morning erection as he lay sleeping on his back, softly snoring. Toni felt the pressure of a full bladder needing relief. She rolled quietly out of the king sized bed, walked to the bathroom, sat down and, sighing louder than she intended, released a gush of urine which splashed nosily into the toilet. Rick appeared in the doorway, his cock fully erect, and watched as Toni continued to relieve herself. He moved in front of her and began to rub his erection. Toni stood up and stepped away from the toilet. Rick sat down and said, "God! You're sexy!" Blushing, she did a little dance, lifting her gown to expose her hairy bush. "I want that," Rick sighed. 

Toni spread her legs and lowered herself onto Ricks lap. His now throbbing cock was jutting straight up between them. Toni spit on the dark red helmet and began to spread the moisture up and down as she pressed her cunt into the base of his cock. The sight and feel of her caused his penis to begin jerking uncontrollably. Almost immediately he exploded. Cum shot up, large blobs landing on their bellies and flowing down into their pubic hairs. "What a mess!" Toni said as she pulled him up and into the shower. "Let's clean up and go see the sights of Vegas."

Watching Toni wash her breasts and then direct the spray from the shower directly on her pussy brought Rick's flaccid cock back to life. When she finished her bath, she soaped up her hands and washed his balls, his pubic hair, and, giving a few more strokes than necessary, thoroughly scrubbed his erection.

Without giving him the relief he desired, Toni dashed from the shower, dried herself, and waited impatiently as Rick pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt. 

As the newlyweds strolled up and down the Strip, Toni realized that, for the first time in her life, she was feeling "horny." Sitting at a sidewalk table for lunch, they could see across the wide boulevard a "gentlemen's" club named "Crazy Girls." The marquee advertised "Half Price Table Dances" before five o'clock. On a whim, Toni grabbed Rick's hand, grinned mischievously, and led him across the street and into Crazy Girls.

On the center stage amid the flashing strobe lights a rather large dancer humped the pole and then got on her knees doggy-style and rubbed her crotch which was barely covered by a green thong. The dancer's boobs were huge, obviously augmented, and so firm that they scarcely jiggled at all when she danced. Toni observed the growing bulge in Rick's pants and was acutely aware of her own moist genitals.

"Rick," she whispered into his ear, "go find a girl to do a table dance for us." Before Rick could get up, a rather tall brunette with long hair and averaged sized tits approached their table. 

"I'm Dominique. May I join you?"

"Of course," Toni quickly replied. "We want a table dance."

As Dominique began her sensual movements, Toni gazed first at the dancer and then at Rick, whose boner was obviously straining to burst out of his jeans. Toni put her hand on Rick's thigh and motioned for Dominique to move closer. Dominique straddled Rick's thigh and pressed her crotch against his erect cock. As her hips moved rhythmically, Rick pressed upward as he groaned, "Stop! I can't hold it back!"

Toni pushed her hand between Dominique's pussy and Rick's thigh, squeezed his cock and whispered in his ear, "Let it flow for me. Cum, baby, cum."

Rick's resistance ended with a flood of cum oozing through his pants leg, showing in an ever increasing circle of dampness. When the first spasms hit, Rick embraced Dominique, pulled her close, and took her left tit into his lips, sucking noisily. As best sue could, Toni embraced both of them, kissing first Rick and then Dominique. They quickly settled with Dominique, tipping generously, and departed Crazy Girls with Rick holding his jacket to cover the wet spot. Driving back to the hotel, Toni felt an unfamiliar wetness and congestion in her crotch. She contracted her genital muscles like she was holding back pee and found that the congestion became tighter. She needed release but wasn't sure how to get it. 

Back at their room, Toni locked herself in her bathroom, undressed, and felt her swollen bottom. For the first time ever, she noticed a small protrusion just above her urethra. She touched it and gasped at the sensitivity. She proceeded carefully to probe and caress her new found pleasure spot. Her fingers massaged it into an even greater state of congestion. Soon, she was breathing as hard as if she had been running. She collapsed onto the floor as her body contracted and then jerked uncontrollably. Toni was both frightened and relieved as her body calmed and breathing slowed. 

Rick knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm ok. I'll be out in a minute."

Toni wrapped herself in the white terrycloth robe provided by the hotel and cautiously entered the bedroom. Rick lay naked on the bed, his penis swollen but not fully erect. When he saw Toni, he opened his arms, inviting her to join him. Still congested between her thighs, she let her robe fall to the floor as she approached the bed. She desired further sexual release but could not bring herself to allow Rick to actually penetrate her vagina with his penis. "Watch me," she rasped huskily as she sat on the bed, ankles crossed, knees spread. "I'll give you a better show than Dominique."

Toni squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples until she could no longer resist moving her right hand to her pussy. She spread her puffy lips and pulled her clit into view. Breathing rapidly, she rubbed her engorged love button with her now wet fingers while pinching first one nipple and then the other.

Rick's cock jerked back to full tumescence as he watched his bride's energetic self-pleasuring intensify to near orgasmic level. He knew that the slightest touch would cause cum to fly, so he resisted, hoping Toni would at last allow him into her virgin cunt. At the moment of her climax, Toni released her nipple and grabbed his cock. Cum erupted, first in ropes and then in drops. 

As always, Rick's penis quickly softened, leaving him satisfied physically but disappointed that he had finished so quickly. Toni snuggled up to Rick, pressing her butt against his crotch. They lay together and quickly fell asleep. 

When Rick awoke, the room was nearly dark. He felt Toni's body still curled up with her back to him. His cock sprung to life. Moving slowly and carefully, he eased his erection into the cleft where her thighs and ass met. She sighed, raised her top leg slightly, reached down and, with her hand, pressed his cock on her clit, closed her legs tightly, and began a gentle back and forth motion as she squeezed his manhood between her thighs. 

Toni began to increase the intensity of her motion as Rick pumped his penis hoping for entry into her most private orifice. 

"Fuck me! Cram it in!" she shouted, raising her leg to expose her engorged labia to his lustful probing. Rick's first thrust missed the critical opening. Toni turned suddenly, rolled him onto his back, threw her leg over his thighs, and straddled him in anticipation of the consummation of their marriage. The slight friction of her pubic hair brushing his penis triggered another uncontrollable ejaculation. As his cock jerked and spurted, she made a desperate, unsuccessful attempt to stuff him inside her. His erection wilted almost instantly.

Toni burst into tears of frustration which quickly turned to anger. "You wimp! When I finally give you what you want, you can't do it! What kind of man are you?" 

She stormed into the bathroom, slammed and locked the door, and collapsed on the floor. After she calmed a bit, she filled the tub with warm water and soaked until she was wrinkled like a prune. 

It was nearly midnight when she emerged to an empty room. "My God," she thought, "what have I done?" Sobbing, Toni fell onto the bed and cried herself to sleep.

She awoke with a start to the sound of the shower running. Cautiously, she slipped out of bed and peered into the bathroom. Rick was in the shower, bathing. Toni opened the translucent shower door and stepped in behind Rick. She hugged him, pressing her breasts tightly against his back. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you," she whispered as she slid her hands down his belly and began kissing his back. 

She used both hands to rub his balls and soft penis. As his arousal became obvious, he turned, faced her and said, "I'm sorry, too. I don't know why, but I always cum too fast."

"Let me make up to you for last night. I love you and I don't want this sex stuff to mess up our honeymoon." Toni led Rick out of the shower, dried him off and then dried herself. Rick's cock was fully erect and oozing pre cum by the time she lay on the bed and pulled him on top of her. 

"I can't... uhhhhh... hold it," he groaned as cum leapt from his cock onto her thighs and abdomen. 

"Just enjoy," gasped Toni as she squeezed his slick cock and rubbed her clit with its softening head. "Rub me hard! Make me cum!" Toni spread her legs and pulled her knees to her breasts, exposing her pink, swollen cunt lips. Rick gasped as he looked for the first time at his bride's virgin pussy. 

Rick hesitantly put a finger into her moist, pink cleft and wriggled it back and forth. Realizing his innocence, Toni spread her labia with her fingers and said, "See that little bump right here? That's my clit. That's where it feels the best." He rubbed her pleasure spot, at first slowly and gently, and, then, as she responded with little squeaks of joy, his ministrations became more vigorous. She grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly on her pubic bone. She humped his hand, making it a living toy for her personal pleasure. Rick complemented her movements with his. 

"Oh... oh my god... oh my... oh... oh... mmmmmy god... yessssssssss! That's it! Right there!... mmmmmmmm... harder... yes... here it comes!" She pressed her thighs tightly together, entrapping his hand, and arched her back. Every muscle contracted as orgasm possessed her body.  

After what seemed a dangerously long time to Rick, Toni collapsed onto the bed, totally spent and relaxed from her ecstatic seizure. She fell into a deep sleep as Rick gazed at her naked form. He realized that he loved her. 

About noon, Rick awoke to wonderful sensations, warm and wet feelings engulfing his manhood. He opened his eyes to the sight of his love taking his stiff cock between her luscious lips. She bobbed her head up and down giving him feelings of pleasure he had only dreamed of. Sensing his movement, she increased the intensity and pace of her efforts. His groin tightened. "I can't hold it." Toni felt the jerking begin and felt the first surge flood her throat. She pulled back and watched as his cum splashed on her arm and his pubic hairs.

Once again, Rick stammered, "I – I'm sorry... "

Toni covered his mouth with her kiss. When he relaxed, she whispered, "I love you and I'm loving my hand job honeymoon.'

[To be continued]