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ODE TO CURVY

2021-01-17T19:33:18Z

HassieWaterworth:

"I know, right? He just doesn't bother to think things through! Like I would take it off every time!" Anna hesitated. Should she close the door again or proceed to her locker? She held the door slightly ajar and debated with herself. The dressing room wasn't a place for private conversations. If Lara didn't want her to hear, she should've taken the issue elsewhere. Plus, she had as much right to be here as Lara did, didn't she? Anna sighed and straightened her back. She arranged her face to an expression she hoped would come across as normal and neutral and not eavesdrop-ey. She stepped in and walked with a brisk-but-not-too-brisk gait to her locker. "He said it can't be returned, because he already opened it for charging." Lara was sitting on a bench near her locker, unashamedly half dressed. She had a towel wrapped around her waist, but her breasts were bare. Her hair was dry, so apparently the phone call had caught her on her way to the shower. Anna's mood sank. She should've closed the door again and retreated to the break room for another ten minutes. She usually stalled to give others a chance to shower and get dressed before she came in. She kept telling herself it was okay to be nude in front of her co-workers, but it wasn't how she was raised, and she just couldn't act naturally in a room filled with scantily dressed women. She wondered, yet again, if she should've become something else than a nurse. She hadn't considered the practical aspects of the profession. Maybe she could pretend to have forgotten something and leave again? She hovered, undecided, when Lara ended her call with a tingling laugh. "Oh, men," she said. "Anna, right?" "Yes?" Anna said, thinking it maybe came out sounding too formal. Maybe she should've said just "uh huh". "You have a boyfriend? You're not married, are you?" "No, not married, no boyfriend," Anna said and started to undress. It was too late to run now. She hid behind her locker door the best she could and clenched her jaw. This wasn't the first time someone saw her naked, and this wouldn't be the last, and she should just stop being a baby and get on with it. She pulled the shirt over her head. "Well, maybe you're better off," Lara said and rummaged in her locker. "Mine is so daft I don't know what to do with him. Like, it's gonna be Valentine's Day on Sunday, right? Well I've been hinting I want something big for a present, and I mean I really had to push him before he understood. I was a little skeptical, so I made him tell me what he got, just to make sure he won't get anything stupid and ruin the mood, right? And can you believe what he got me?" "Um... no?" Anna wasn't particularly interested, either, but she didn't see a way out of this conversation. She pushed her trousers down reluctantly and folded them neatly on the bench. "Well he got me this vibrator, and that's not a bad idea, right? He even did some research on it. My sister has that exact model, so I know it's a good one. But, can you believe he got me one that can't be used with piercings! He should fucking know I have a piercing, he went with me when I took it!" Anna's thoughts had paused with the mention of piercing and she tried to wrap her mind around the concept. Vibrator was something to do with sex, wasn't it? But wasn't piercing like... piercing your earlobes, or eyebrow, like that one cashier at the hospital cafeteria, but what did that have to do with vibrators? "Um, well, duh," Anna said when she suddenly realized she'd left too big a gap in their conversation. She felt herself blush, both with her clumsiness and the fact that she now had only her underwear to remove. "Yeah! Men! Can't win with them. So now I have this vibra that's difficult to use, and I had to spell it out to him that he needs to buy me another gift." Lara closed her locker door and proceeded to the shower. Anna undressed and followed her, towel carefully covering her body, choosing the stall furthest away from Lara. She hoped Lara would forget the conversation by the time they were done. Lara hummed while she showered, sometimes singing a verse or two of some tune, and Anna concentrated on washing herself. Despite Anna's best efforts to draw it out, they were back in the locker room at the same time. She purposefully faced away from Lara while she dressed. They were silent, although Lara was still humming to herself. Anna's mood improved with every item of clothing she got on, but dropped again when Lara addressed her. "Hey, you know what? You want to have that vibra? You don't have piercings, do you? I mean, it's a good vibra but I don't think I can be bothered to remove the stud every time. I could just give it away." "Huh? Um... okay?" Anna didn't have a clear idea of what she said okay to, but Lara's question had caught her off guard and it felt easier to accept than decline. Thoughts tumbled in her head. Did Lara want something in return, change shifts or something? Was she supposed to reciprocate on her own accord? What was it that Lara was giving her, exactly? "Great! I'll bring it tomorrow. You're on day shift too, right?" Lara banged her locker door so loudly Anna flinched. She made a noncommittal sound, and that seemed to be all that was needed. Lara said a cheerful goodbye and hurried out of the dressing room. Anna let out a heavy sigh in the silence and peace that hovered in her wake. Why was it so difficult to be in casual situations? Why was everyone else so much better at it, or did it just feel like that? --#--#--#--#--#-- Anna sat on the sofa in her small apartment and stared at the package on the coffee table. Lara had kept her word, and ever since Anna had brought the gift home the previous night it had been on her mind. Now it was Sunday morning, Valentine's Day, she had absolutely nowhere to go and nothing to do, and she couldn't come up with any more excuses not to open it. The wrapping paper was red and shiny, stylish, patterned with curling golden decorations. She opened the stickers carefully and folded the paper neatly. The package inside reminded her of the latest cell phone she purchased, it was stylish and well designed. It opened like a book, and she pulled from the small piece of string slowly, dreading what would be revealed. She felt anticipation fluttering in her stomach. The item was wedged into its cradle in black plastic casing. Clear plastic lid covered it, and she searched for the opening seams with her fingertips. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It wasn't penis-like. She had never owned a vibrator, but she had assumed they were penis-like. This was an oval, curved piece of pale pink silicone. She touched the surface carefully, then twisted it out and turned it in her hands. The smooth shape reminded her of clay whistles she'd seen on a farmer's market the previous summer. It even had a hole in the other end. She set the item on the table and turned the box around in her hands. Finally she thought of removing the black plastic filling that had cradled the vibrator. Underneath were operating instruction leaflets, printed in several languages and extremely small fonts, and some kind of an electrical cable. Anna got up to get her reading glasses. She was only twenty-eight, but she couldn't manage that small a font anymore. She glanced at the mirror after putting them on and snorted at herself. Her mom had said they made her look like a secretary, and even as Anna had objected, she had to admit it was true. Her face was narrow and her chin pointy, and when she had the half-moon glasses on her thin, straight nose, she looked like a stern librarian or a school teacher. Thank god she only needed them for reading. Maybe if she grew her hair out it wouldn't be so bad? Brown, straight hair framed her face, just long enough to tie up for work. She turned her head this way and that. Well, why bother, who would look at her anyway? She went through the instructions, reading even the warranty notice word for word. She knew she was playing time, and that it was ridiculous to do that while alone. If she didn't want to examine it, she could just... not examine it. She didn't need to make a show out of it, when there was no one to see. She sighed and took the item in her hand. Lara had said her boyfriend had opened the package to charge it, and that's why he couldn't return it. Sure enough, when Anna pushed the power button, a red light turned on and it started to whir quietly. She looked back at the instruction papers. There was an app to control it? She turned the vibra off again and took out her phone. She felt apprehension towards the idea of installing an sex app on her phone, but curiosity won quickly. It was her phone after all, and she could well remove the app before taking it out to repairs or something. Next pause came within the app, where she was provided with an option to create an account. Wouldn't that be... indecent? What if someone would find out? She typed in a name for the account and then backed off again, several times. She put the phone down and took out the vibrator, turning it on and off again. She should pair it with her phone or the app was useless. Could someone hack it? She felt uncertain and annoyed with herself. She felt like all her neighbors had to know what she was doing. She felt stupid for feeling like that. Finally she cursed at herself, out loud, and the profanity echoing in her sun-lit living room shook her free of her uncertainty. Anna proceeded to pair up the device with her phone. It's declaration that it would only pair with this particular phone assured her further. She opened the app again and swiftly, leaving herself no room for doubt, created the account: SexyAngel92. Done! She washed the vibrator and dried it up with a sheet of paper towel. She read the instruction manual one more time. It didn't take long; the actual operation instruction wasn't even typed out but a picture. It showed how she should place the vibrator on her clitoris. Now it finally dawned on her what kind of a piercing Lara had been talking about, and she blushed fiercely. No way! But... she had said she had one! And... her boyfriend had gone with her when she'd gotten... oh, god! Someone had done that to her, so she'd gone to a... piercing salon with her boyfriend and... and just thrown off her trousers and... and exposed herself to some stranger and... oh god, that must've hurt! Anna squirmed at the sofa with unpleasant thoughts flooding her mind. And yet, Lara had talked about it completely casually, like it was no big deal. Was this something people actually did? Anna wasn't a prude, despite her strict upbringing. She had had sex partners. She pleasured herself regularly. She knew sex was a perfectly normal part of human experience. Yet, she had not known genital piercings existed. Nor - she read from the package - Satisfyer Curvy 3+ Air Pulse Simulator + Vibrator apparatus. She blushed again when she realized Lara would ask her if she'd tried it. What could she possibly answer to something like that? It wasn't... it wasn't normal to have that kind of conversation with anyone, let alone your co-workers, was it? You were just supposed to do it, in the privacy of your own home, not talk about it. Everybody did it, she knew, but to talk about it? She certainly wasn't used to that. Well, Lara or no Lara, she had made up her mind to try out this mystery item, and firmly she pushed everything else out of her mind and focused on the vibrator. She glanced towards the window and got up to pull the blinds, dimming sunshine to a pleasant glowing brightness. Her window wasn't in direct view of anything, but it paid to play it safe. Hesitantly, heart thumping in her chest, she slid her yoga pants and panties off and settled back on the sofa. She made herself a comfortable nest among the pillows, lay back, and took the vibra and her phone. So you positioned it like - oh ohh oh fuck! - ahem. She detached it again, stared at it and then at the app. She'd never tried any kind of a vibrator before. She was used to her own touch, the gentle and light stroking she used to slowly build herself up and edge herself for minutes on end, and she could already tell this would be something very different. Anna opened the menu where the toy's vibrator and air pulse mechanism could be controlled. She put the toy back in place and tried out different options, letting out small hurried breaths at some of them, sharp intakes for the other. Her heart rate was speeding up, her mind sizzling with the opportunities, and greedily she navigated to the community area of the app. Ready-made programs... yes, here... the most recent... no, most popular ones, surely? She stared at the list, trying to appropriate which of the wavy lines would feel the best. Her clit was already pulsing with anticipation, and impulsively she chose one and downloaded it. How did you play it now... she dropped the phone, trying to operate it single handed, and cursed again. Her voice was breathless and hoarse, and she laughed at herself. Even her laugh sounded giddy. She propped the phone on a pillow and navigated to the screen where the programs were displayed. Only three minutes long? She felt a twinge of disappointment. Three minutes sounded extremely short. Could it be played on a loop? Well, at least she could try it once over. She settled down, made sure the toy was properly positioned, and pressed play. Vibration surrounding her clit was intense but not uncomfortable. It's sudden onslaught made her jump, but wasn't off putting enough to make her yank the toy away. She stared at the screen where vibrator's and air pulse mechanism's waves wove around each other, dancing, swirling, her body echoing their movements. Her eyes glossed over and her consciousness narrowed down to her genitals. It was... oh god just like that!... it was intense... her clit fluttered even when nothing touched her... her hips started to jerk on their own, and [https://xcuum.com xcuum.com] she let out a low whimper. Suddenly the intensity dropped almost to naught and she made a disappointed sound, snorted at how that sounded, and then the curves shot up again and her body arched in sweet agony. Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, the toy nudged it just so, and again, and she felt the sudden spike flush over her as satisfaction exploded to billowing waves. Her breath came out in a low moan, pausing with every gasped intake of air, and her whole lower body seemed to shiver and jerk. She came to her senses just in time to scoop up her phone before it dropped to the floor. She pulled the toy away from her still pulsating clit and blinked, trying to focus on the screen. 01:46, said the display as the two waves continued their dance across the screen. 01:47, 01:48, 01:49. "No way!" Anna said out loud, snorting at the low husky quality of her voice. "Less than two minutes? You've gotta be kidding me." She paused the program and steadied her breath. She'd never in her life come that fast. Her pussy did its best to convince her she did indeed just orgasm, pleasant warmth still slowly rolling in itself. Faint whiff of her scent lingered in the air. She swept her clit lightly, but it felt none the worse for wear. She eyed the screen of her phone. Should she? But... well yes, she should. She positioned the toy and put the program on again. Now her genitals responded with an enthusiastic twitch to even the first intense stimulation. The quieter parts found her gasping for breath in sweet anticipation, knowing her wait would be short and the curves would turn up again, any second now, any... oh god yes! She writhed on the sofa, moaning and bucking, letting all else go and focusing only on keeping the toy in place. Her orgasm was just as intense as the first one, and she rode it all the way through, the toy doing its damndest to keep her forever riding the ever-swelling wave. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she panted, finally giving up and removing the still pulsating toy from her clit. 01:32, said her phone. 01:33. So. Three minute program wasn't such a short one after all, was it? She laughed, a delighted if slightly hysterical full-body laugh, and with shaking hands she navigated back to the cloud service. She bit her lip, trying to compare the programs by the names given by their creators and what short snip of curvy waves were presented on the preview screen. --#--#--#--#--#-- Half an hour later she wobbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. Her knees felt weak, her whole vulva pulsed, and she could feel slick moisture seeping down her thighs. She drank deeply, wetted a paper towel and patted her overheated genitals with it, washed her face and neck with cold water. She had to stop. There was surely a limit to the amount of pleasure her body could take. But maybe once more... no. She should at least eat something first. She had planned on cooking chicken salad, but she needed something more substantial now, maybe a pizza. She could order one, but it would probably be better to get out of the house, if for nothing else than to get away from temptation. She filled her glass again and hobbled back to the sofa. She had to gather herself for a minute before she could step outside. She glanced at the vibrator. Maybe once more? Well... one more couldn't hurt. Maybe she should try to accompany it with something? She usually read erotic stories, but she knew she'd be unable to focus, and anyway stories were way too long and slow for what the gadget did to her. Maybe videos? She took out her pad and typed "masturbation videos" into the search field. There appeared to be a whole genre of videos showing people's faces when they came. She checked out a few, and true enough, they made her body respond. What did she look like when she came? Well... Fifteen minutes later she was masturbating to a video of herself masturbating. As her wave crested and drowned her once again, it occurred to her she was now masturbating in a second degree, and it made her collapse in breathless giggles. Oh god, this was naughty. And now she surely had to stop or she'd never get out of the house. She just needed to rest for a few minutes first. She took out her pad and typed "how much is too much masturbating" into the search field. Well, there didn't seem to be such a thing as too much masturbation. That was a relief. Still, she'd better take a shower, again, and go out to eat. She forced herself to act upon the idea, even when her fingers twitched with the want to grab that wonder machine just one more time. She took a cold shower, dressed, and promptly stepped out of her apartment. Three minutes later she came back in, set up the USB cable into her phone's charger and made sure the magnetic bits at the end connected with the vibrator. Two minutes later she came back to make sure it was loading properly. At the shopping center, she ordered the cheesiest pizza on the menu and sat at the window table. While waiting for her order, she wondered idly of this new turn in her life. She thought of her strict upbringing, and wondered if her parents had opinions of masturbation. They had never discussed the issue, though later in life, in church's youth gatherings, there'd been condemnation in definite terms. With disappointing surety she realized her parents hadn't known she'd started doing it, otherwise they would've told her not to. They had probably decided to let church handle the difficult topics, but by that time she had already had a well established routine. Well, all the better for her. She still had a long way to free herself from the confines of organized religion, and this was one less hurdle to clear. She hadn't noticed it before, but tangentially opposite to the pizzeria was a sex shop. She kept an eye on its door, trying to see who went in and came back out, and wondered. She could use something to fill her up while the gadget did its magic, and maybe some lube. She surfed the chain's webshop with her phone, occasionally glancing around to make sure nobody would see what she was doing.

ODE TO CURVY

2021-01-17T19:27:43Z

HassieWaterworth:

"I know, right? He just doesn't bother to think things through! Like I would take it off every time!" Anna hesitated. Should she close the door again or proceed to her locker? She held the door slightly ajar and debated with herself. The dressing room wasn't a place for private conversations. If Lara didn't want her to hear, she should've taken the issue elsewhere. Plus, she had as much right to be here as Lara did, didn't she? Anna sighed and straightened her back. She arranged her face to an expression she hoped would come across as normal and neutral and not eavesdrop-ey. She stepped in and walked with a brisk-but-not-too-brisk gait to her locker. "He said it can't be returned, because he already opened it for charging." Lara was sitting on a bench near her locker, unashamedly half dressed. She had a towel wrapped around her waist, but her breasts were bare. Her hair was dry, so apparently the phone call had caught her on her way to the shower. Anna's mood sank. She should've closed the door again and retreated to the break room for another ten minutes. She usually stalled to give others a chance to shower and get dressed before she came in. She kept telling herself it was okay to be nude in front of her co-workers, but it wasn't how she was raised, and she just couldn't act naturally in a room filled with scantily dressed women. She wondered, yet again, if she should've become something else than a nurse. She hadn't considered the practical aspects of the profession. Maybe she could pretend to have forgotten something and leave again? She hovered, undecided, when Lara ended her call with a tingling laugh. "Oh, men," she said. "Anna, right?" "Yes?" Anna said, thinking it maybe came out sounding too formal. Maybe she should've said just "uh huh". "You have a boyfriend? You're not married, are you?" "No, not married, no boyfriend," Anna said and started to undress. It was too late to run now. She hid behind her locker door the best she could and clenched her jaw. This wasn't the first time someone saw her naked, and this wouldn't be the last, and she should just stop being a baby and get on with it. She pulled the shirt over her head. "Well, maybe you're better off," Lara said and rummaged in her locker. "Mine is so daft I don't know what to do with him. Like, it's gonna be Valentine's Day on Sunday, right? Well I've been hinting I want something big for a present, and I mean I really had to push him before he understood. I was a little skeptical, so I made him tell me what he got, just to make sure he won't get anything stupid and ruin the mood, right? And can you believe what he got me?" "Um... no?" Anna wasn't particularly interested, either, but she didn't see a way out of this conversation. She pushed her trousers down reluctantly and folded them neatly on the bench. "Well he got me this vibrator, and that's not a bad idea, right? He even did some research on it. My sister has that exact model, so I know it's a good one. But, can you believe he got me one that can't be used with piercings! He should fucking know I have a piercing, he went with me when I took it!" Anna's thoughts had paused with the mention of piercing and she tried to wrap her mind around the concept. Vibrator was something to do with sex, wasn't it? But wasn't piercing like... piercing your earlobes, or eyebrow, like that one cashier at the hospital cafeteria, but what did that have to do with vibrators? "Um, well, duh," Anna said when she suddenly realized she'd left too big a gap in their conversation. She felt herself blush, both with her clumsiness and the fact that she now had only her underwear to remove. "Yeah! Men! Can't win with them. So now I have this vibra that's difficult to use, and I had to spell it out to him that he needs to buy me another gift." Lara closed her locker door and proceeded to the shower. Anna undressed and followed her, towel carefully covering her body, choosing the stall furthest away from Lara. She hoped Lara would forget the conversation by the time they were done. Lara hummed while she showered, sometimes singing a verse or two of some tune, and Anna concentrated on washing herself. Despite Anna's best efforts to draw it out, they were back in the locker room at the same time. She purposefully faced away from Lara while she dressed. They were silent, although Lara was still humming to herself. Anna's mood improved with every item of clothing she got on, but dropped again when Lara addressed her. "Hey, you know what? You want to have that vibra? You don't have piercings, do you? I mean, it's a good vibra but I don't think I can be bothered to remove the stud every time. I could just give it away." "Huh? Um... okay?" Anna didn't have a clear idea of what she said okay to, but Lara's question had caught her off guard and it felt easier to accept than decline. Thoughts tumbled in her head. Did Lara want something in return, change shifts or something? Was she supposed to reciprocate on her own accord? What was it that Lara was giving her, exactly? "Great! I'll bring it tomorrow. You're on day shift too, right?" Lara banged her locker door so loudly Anna flinched. She made a noncommittal sound, and that seemed to be all that was needed. Lara said a cheerful goodbye and hurried out of the dressing room. Anna let out a heavy sigh in the silence and peace that hovered in her wake. Why was it so difficult to be in casual situations? Why was everyone else so much better at it, or did it just feel like that? --#--#--#--#--#-- Anna sat on the sofa in her small apartment and stared at the package on the coffee table. Lara had kept her word, and ever since Anna had brought the gift home the previous night it had been on her mind. Now it was Sunday morning, Valentine's Day, she had absolutely nowhere to go and nothing to do, and she couldn't come up with any more excuses not to open it. The wrapping paper was red and shiny, stylish, patterned with curling golden decorations. She opened the stickers carefully and folded the paper neatly. The package inside reminded her of the latest cell phone she purchased, it was stylish and well designed. It opened like a book, and she pulled from the small piece of string slowly, dreading what would be revealed. She felt anticipation fluttering in her stomach. The item was wedged into its cradle in black plastic casing. Clear plastic lid covered it, and she searched for the opening seams with her fingertips. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It wasn't penis-like. She had never owned a vibrator, but she had assumed they were penis-like. This was an oval, curved piece of pale pink silicone. She touched the surface carefully, then twisted it out and turned it in her hands. The smooth shape reminded her of clay whistles she'd seen on a farmer's market the previous summer. It even had a hole in the other end. She set the item on the table and turned the box around in her hands. Finally she thought of removing the black plastic filling that had cradled the vibrator. Underneath were operating instruction leaflets, printed in several languages and extremely small fonts, and some kind of an electrical cable. Anna got up to get her reading glasses. She was only twenty-eight, but she couldn't manage that small a font anymore. She glanced at the mirror after putting them on and snorted at herself. Her mom had said they made her look like a secretary, and even as Anna had objected, she had to admit it was true. Her face was narrow and her chin pointy, and when she had the half-moon glasses on her thin, straight nose, she looked like a stern librarian or a school teacher. Thank god she only needed them for reading. Maybe if she grew her hair out it wouldn't be so bad? Brown, straight hair framed her face, just long enough to tie up for work. She turned her head this way and that. Well, why bother, who would look at her anyway? She went through the instructions, reading even the warranty notice word for word. She knew she was playing time, and that it was ridiculous to do that while alone. If she didn't want to examine it, she could just... not examine it. She didn't need to make a show out of it, when there was no one to see. She sighed and took the item in her hand. Lara had said her boyfriend had opened the package to charge it, and that's why he couldn't return it. Sure enough, when Anna pushed the power button, a red light turned on and it started to whir quietly. She looked back at the instruction papers. There was an app to control it? She turned the vibra off again and took out her phone. She felt apprehension towards the idea of installing an sex app on her phone, but curiosity won quickly. It was her phone after all, and she could well remove the app before taking it out to repairs or something. Next pause came within the app, where she was provided with an option to create an account. Wouldn't that be... indecent? What if someone would find out? She typed in a name for the account and then backed off again, several times. She put the phone down and took out the vibrator, turning it on and off again. She should pair it with her phone or the app was useless. Could someone hack it? She felt uncertain and annoyed with herself. She felt like all her neighbors had to know what she was doing. She felt stupid for feeling like that. Finally she cursed at herself, out loud, and the profanity echoing in her sun-lit living room shook her free of her uncertainty. Anna proceeded to pair up the device with her phone. It's declaration that it would only pair with this particular phone assured her further. She opened the app again and swiftly, leaving herself no room for doubt, created the account: SexyAngel92. Done! She washed the vibrator and dried it up with a sheet of paper towel. She read the instruction manual one more time. It didn't take long; the actual operation instruction wasn't even typed out but a picture. It showed how she should place the vibrator on her clitoris. Now it finally dawned on her what kind of a piercing Lara had been talking about, and she blushed fiercely. No way! But... she had said she had one! And... her boyfriend had gone with her when she'd gotten... oh, god! Someone had done that to her, so she'd gone to a... piercing salon with her boyfriend and... and just thrown off her trousers and... and exposed herself to some stranger and... oh god, that must've hurt! Anna squirmed at the sofa with unpleasant thoughts flooding her mind. And yet, Lara had talked about it completely casually, like it was no big deal. Was this something people actually did? Anna wasn't a prude, despite her strict upbringing. She had had sex partners. She pleasured herself regularly. She knew sex was a perfectly normal part of human experience. Yet, she had not known genital piercings existed. Nor - she read from the package - Satisfyer Curvy 3+ Air Pulse Simulator + Vibrator apparatus. She blushed again when she realized Lara would ask her if she'd tried it. What could she possibly answer to something like that? It wasn't... it wasn't normal to have that kind of conversation with anyone, let alone your co-workers, was it? You were just supposed to do it, in the privacy of your own home, not talk about it. Everybody did it, she knew, but to talk about it? She certainly wasn't used to that. Well, Lara or no Lara, she had made up her mind to try out this mystery item, and firmly she pushed everything else out of her mind and focused on the vibrator. She glanced towards the window and got up to pull the blinds, dimming sunshine to a pleasant glowing brightness. Her window wasn't in direct view of anything, but it paid to play it safe. Hesitantly, heart thumping in her chest, she slid her yoga pants and panties off and settled back on the sofa. She made herself a comfortable nest among the pillows, lay back, and took the vibra and her phone. So you positioned it like - oh ohh oh fuck! - ahem. She detached it again, stared at it and then at the app. She'd never tried any kind of a vibrator before. She was used to her own touch, the gentle and light stroking she used to slowly build herself up and edge herself for minutes on end, and she could already tell this would be something very different. Anna opened the menu where the toy's vibrator and air pulse mechanism could be controlled. She put the toy back in place and tried out different options, letting out small hurried breaths at some of them, sharp intakes for the other. Her heart rate was speeding up, her mind sizzling with the opportunities, and greedily she navigated to the community area of the app. Ready-made programs... yes, here... the most recent... no, most popular ones, surely? She stared at the list, trying to appropriate which of the wavy lines would feel the best. Her clit was already pulsing with anticipation, and impulsively she chose one and downloaded it. How did you play it now... she dropped the phone, trying to operate it single handed, and cursed again. Her voice was breathless and hoarse, and she laughed at herself. Even her laugh sounded giddy. She propped the phone on a pillow and navigated to the screen where the programs were displayed. Only three minutes long? She felt a twinge of disappointment. Three minutes sounded extremely short. Could it be played on a loop? Well, at least she could try it once over. She settled down, made sure the toy was properly positioned, and pressed play. Vibration surrounding her clit was intense but not uncomfortable. It's sudden onslaught made her jump, but wasn't off putting enough to make her yank the toy away. She stared at the screen where vibrator's and air pulse mechanism's waves wove around each other, dancing, swirling, her body echoing their movements. Her eyes glossed over and her consciousness narrowed down to her genitals. It was... oh god just like that!... it was intense... her clit fluttered even when nothing touched her... her hips started to jerk on their own, and she let out a low whimper. Suddenly the intensity dropped almost to naught and she made a disappointed sound, snorted at how that sounded, and then the curves shot up again and her body arched in sweet agony. Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, the toy nudged it just so, and again, and she felt the sudden spike flush over her as satisfaction exploded to billowing waves. Her breath came out in a low moan, pausing with every gasped intake of air, and her whole lower body seemed to shiver and jerk. She came to her senses just in time to scoop up her phone before it dropped to the floor. She pulled the toy away from her still pulsating clit and blinked, trying to focus on the screen. 01:46, said the display as the two waves continued their dance across the screen. 01:47, 01:48, 01:49. "No way!" Anna said out loud, snorting at the low husky quality of her voice. "Less than two minutes? You've gotta be kidding me." She paused the program and steadied her breath. She'd never in her life come that fast. Her pussy did its best to convince her she did indeed just orgasm, pleasant warmth still slowly rolling in itself. Faint whiff of her scent lingered in the air. She swept her clit lightly, but it felt none the worse for wear. She eyed the screen of her phone. Should she? But... well yes, she should. She positioned the toy and put the program on again. Now her genitals responded with an enthusiastic twitch to even the first intense stimulation. The quieter parts found her gasping for breath in sweet anticipation, knowing her wait would be short and the curves would turn up again, any second now, any... oh god yes! She writhed on the sofa, moaning and bucking, letting all else go and focusing only on keeping the toy in place. Her orgasm was just as intense as the first one, and she rode it all the way through, the toy doing its damndest to keep her forever riding the ever-swelling wave. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she panted, finally giving up and removing the still pulsating toy from her clit. 01:32, said her phone. 01:33. So. Three minute program wasn't such a short one after all, was it? She laughed, a delighted if slightly hysterical full-body laugh, and with shaking hands she navigated back to the cloud service. She bit her lip, trying to compare the programs by the names given by their creators and what short snip of curvy waves were presented on the preview screen. --#--#--#--#--#-- Half an hour later she wobbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. Her knees felt weak, her whole vulva pulsed, and she could feel slick moisture seeping down her thighs. She drank deeply, wetted a paper towel and patted her overheated genitals with it, washed her face and neck with cold water. She had to stop. There was surely a limit to the amount of pleasure her body could take. But maybe once more... no. She should at least eat something first. She had planned on cooking chicken salad, but she needed something more substantial now, maybe a pizza. She could order one, but it would probably be better to get out of the house, if for nothing else than to get away from temptation. She filled her glass again and hobbled back to the sofa. She had to gather herself for a minute before she could step outside. She glanced at the vibrator. Maybe once more? Well... one more couldn't hurt. Maybe she should try to accompany it with something? She usually read erotic stories, but she knew she'd be unable to focus, and anyway stories were way too long and slow for what the gadget did to her. Maybe videos? She took out her pad and typed "masturbation videos" into the search field. There appeared to be a whole genre of videos showing people's faces when they came. She checked out a few, and true enough, they made her body respond. What did she look like when she came? Well... Fifteen minutes later she was masturbating to a video of herself masturbating. As her wave crested and drowned her once again, it occurred to her she was now masturbating in a second degree, and it made her collapse in breathless giggles. Oh god, this was naughty. And now she surely had to stop or she'd never get out of the house. She just needed to rest for a few minutes first. She took out her pad and typed "how much is too much masturbating" into the search field. Well, there didn't seem to be such a thing as too much masturbation. That was a relief. Still, she'd better take a shower, again, and go out to eat. She forced herself to act upon the idea, even when her fingers twitched with the want to grab that wonder machine just one more time. She took a cold shower, dressed, and promptly stepped out of her apartment. Three minutes later she came back in, set up the USB cable into her phone's charger and made sure the magnetic bits at the end connected with the vibrator. Two minutes later she came back to make sure it was loading properly. At the shopping center, she ordered the cheesiest pizza on the menu and sat at the window table. While waiting for her order, she wondered idly of this new turn in her life. She thought of her strict upbringing, and [https://xcuum.com https://xcuum.com] wondered if her parents had opinions of masturbation. They had never discussed the issue, though later in life, in church's youth gatherings, there'd been condemnation in definite terms. With disappointing surety she realized her parents hadn't known she'd started doing it, otherwise they would've told her not to. They had probably decided to let church handle the difficult topics, but by that time she had already had a well established routine. Well, all the better for her. She still had a long way to free herself from the confines of organized religion, and this was one less hurdle to clear. She hadn't noticed it before, but tangentially opposite to the pizzeria was a sex shop. She kept an eye on its door, trying to see who went in and came back out, and wondered. She could use something to fill her up while the gadget did its magic, and maybe some lube. She surfed the chain's webshop with her phone, occasionally glancing around to make sure nobody would see what she was doing.

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2021-01-17T19:26:20Z

HassieWaterworth:

Literally the same day that we had sent the invitation to the party, we received 'yes' RSVP's from all four of the girls. Clearly they were excited about it. And we were too. There was a palpable electricity in the air for the next two weeks leading up to the party. Carrie and I talked a lot about the preparations. We wanted everything to be just right. But there was one subject Carrie never brought up, and I knew she never would. So it was up to me. I went to go find her. I found Carrie sitting up in bed, reading on her iPad. Her door was open, so I knocked lightly on the frame. She looked up. "Hey," she smiled. "Hey," I smiled back. "You gotta sec?" "Sure, come on in." As I crossed the threshold, it occurred to me that this was a first. Of course I'd been in Carrie's room many times; to clean, to change the sheets, that sort of thing. But I had never been in her room with her. We never talked about it, but it was her private space. Just one of those unwritten rules. I took a step back. "It's OK. You're welcome in my room." And she flashed me that warm smile. I stepped forward again. I didn't want to beat around the bush. "Look, I think we should talk about this chastity thing." "Oh, that," she frowned, putting down the iPad. "I know you're not crazy about it," I started. "It just seems so...cruel," she winced. "Hey, listen, it's not something I'd normally go in for, believe me. But I really think it's for the best, and I've already told you why." I tried to speak in soothing tones. "I know, I know," she nodded. "But what's to talk about? I already agreed to it." "Well, the thing is..." I trailed off. She studied my face. "This isn't easy for you, is it?" she asked. I shook my head. She sighed softly. Then she patted the bed beside. "Come. Sit." "Are you sure?" This was a lot. My first time being in Carrie's room with her and now she was asking me to sit on her actual bed? With her? She must have noticed my hesitation. "I don't bite," she smiled and patted the bed again. I climbed on and sat down beside her, my back up against the headboard. "The thing is, I think we should practice with it. Before the party, that is." "Practice?" she repeated. "Well, yeah. I mean, the whole point is to keep me from being distracted. But if it's the first time I'm wearing the thing, I'll probably be very distracted. So I think I should try it out a few times before the party. "I see," said Carrie slowly. "I suppose that's logical. But you said 'we' should practice. Where do I fit in to this?" "Well, two ways," I scratched my head. "First, as much as I need to get used to wearing it, I think you should get used to seeing it. I mean, if the first time you see it is at the party, that will be distracting for you too probably." I didn't wait for her to answer. "Also, you need to...I mean, I think you have to keep the key." "Wait, what?" She sounded shocked. "Why?" "Well, if I have the key, then it's useless right? Like, that defeats the purpose." "Hmm," she mused. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, OK. Hey," she smiled. "We asked the girls to keep an open mind. I guess I should too, huh?" And then she picked up the iPad, turning her attention away from me. "What are you doing?" "Well, we need to go shopping, don't we? The sooner we order this thing, the sooner we can start practicing." I tried not to notice that she didn't do a google search, but simply started typing the address of a particular sex shop, which autofilled after the first three letters. Once the page loaded, she typed the word 'chastity' into the search bar. The results came back instantly. She moved the iPad so it was between us. "See anything you like?" There seemed to be two basic choices. Either a cage type or a shell type. "The cage probably breathes better," I suggested. "Yeah, but it also looks like it hurts more if you get aroused," she offered clinically. "I doubt either of them feel very nice if you get aroused," I countered. "Probably not," she allowed. "Well, all things being equal, I prefer the cage. It offers a less obstructed view. "Cage it is," I shrugged. We picked out a model that seemed nice and proceeded to the checkout. Now all we had to do was wait... -- A few days later, a package arrived while Carrie was it work. The shipping label was discreet. There was no indication that it came from a sex shop. But of course I knew what it was. I wasn't going to open it alone though, so I left it on the kitchen table until Carrie got home from work. When she finally did get home, I was waiting for her in the kitchen as usual, her glass of wine in my hand. She didn't seem to notice the package at first and we proceeded to our by now usual guessing game. "How was your day?" she asked "Meh," I shrugged. "Just meh?" she repeated. "Let's see about that." Then she crouched down into her usual inspection position, face to face with penis. "Well, this is unexpected," she mumbled to herself. She cupped my balls, every so lightly and frowned. Releasing them a moment later, she stood up again and looked at me. "Just once?" She wasn't asking for confirmation about her guess. It wasn't even a guess. It was an assertion, and a correct one at that. What she meant was, "What the hell happened that you all only jerked off once today." I looked over her shoulder to the box on the kitchen table. She turned to follow my gaze, only then seeing the box herself for the first time. "Is that...?" she started. "Yeah..." I finished. "Should we open it?" "We kinda have to, don't we?" "Don't you want a drink first?" she suggested. I nodded. For once she poured me a glass of wine instead of the other way around. Then, together, we approached the box. After staring at it in silence for what felt like minutes, Carrie finally opened the parcel and removed the packing paper. I just stared. But she, every so slowly, picked up the metal-caged chastity device, rotating it in her fingers, looking at it from every angle. I followed with my eyes. At last, [https://xcuum.com https://xcuum.com] unbidden, she handed it over to me. It felt cold. And while I was holding it, Carrie peered into the box. A moment later, she removed a small key which was attached to a metal necklace. In my hand, the chastity cage, in hers the key. For a long time, neither of us said a word. Finally, I summoned my courage. "Maybe I should try it on?" "Are you ready?" she asked, still looking at the key. "Or wouldn't you rather get one out of your system first?" "Jeez, I don't think I could get hard right now if I tried," I said. Something about that thing was giving me the chills, even as I felt a rush of excitement. Carrie looked at me with growing curiosity. First I slipped on the base which, when in position, formed a ring around the base of my shaft and behind my balls in way that pushed them forward somewhat. Then I slid on the cage itself. It was spacious enough that it wasn't uncomfortable, at least in my current limp state. The only thing left to do was lock it. "Carrie?" I whispered. "Huh?" she muttered, barely audibly, transfixed by my caged cock. "They key." "Oh. Right." And she handed it to me without another word, leaving me to secure it myself. Slowly, I inserted the key into the lock and, taking a deep breath, I turned the key. I then handed it back to Carrie, who hung it around her neck where it adorned her magnificent bust. "How do you feel?" she asked with genuine concern. "It's not too bad actually." It wasn't, at least so far. "You know what's funny though?" "What's that?" "My balls feel really exposed." I nearly chuckled. "What a weird thing to say, considering I'm naked all the time right? But they feel really...I dunno...out there." "It's because of the ring," she said, taking a closer look. "It's kinda like a pushup bra for your balls." She started to giggle. "Oh, that's funny, is it?" "Yeah, a little!" She tried to stifle a laugh. "Hey Jack, you've got great...ball cleavage!" She couldn't contain herself. She started to cackle. She was laughing so hard her whole body started to shake. The key to my cage was bouncing up and down on her heaving bosom. That was the very last thing I needed in my condition. Finally, the laughter began to subside. "I'm sorry, Jack." And her smile crept into a frown. "Ah, forget it," I said with a wave of the hand. "No, I mean, I'm sorry you feel like you have to do this. All joking aside, I don't love seeing you in that thing." "I know, C." And then she handed me the key. "Why don't you take it off, huh? We can start practicing for real tomorrow." "Sure, why not." Taking the key from her, I quickly undid the lock and removed the device. Almost the moment I was free, I started getting hard. "Well that didn't take long," groaned Carrie, rolling her eyes. "Seriously," I said, even as I reached my right hand downwards and started massaging my stiffening cock. "And now, if you'll excuse me." "Since when do you excuse yourself?" she shot back. "Fine, I'll stay," I said shortly. "Don't do me any favors," she sniped. "Well which the hell is it C, do you want me to stay or do you want me to go?" "Stay. Go. Do what you want." That's what she said, but it was clear she only meant one of those options. "Women!" I groaned. Yet my irritation was a front. This banter was really turning me on, and Carrie knew it. She placed her hands on her hips and spoke in a stern voice. "Look. All I'm saying is, I don't much appreciate it when, the moment you get a hard-on, your first instinct is to run away from me so you can go jerk yourself off somewhere else. I mean, if you're too embarrassed or ashamed to masturbate in front of me, maybe I should just put you back in that little cage!" God, the way she was talking to me! I was rock hard, red in the face and stroking at full speed. And she could read me like a book. "I mean, what's the point of a naked houseboy if he's only ever going to show me his useless limp dick and then he runs and hides the minute he starts to get a little hard? If I was interested in seeing your flacid penis I would have locked it up a long time ago!" I didn't know what the hell this was or where the hell it was coming from, but I knew I was loving it. I closed my eyes and let the words wash over me as I stood there jerking off in the kitchen. "And now you come to me," she continued, "and suggest chastity for yourself? The nerve! What right do you have to deny me the pleasure - if I can even call it pleasure - of looking at your hard cock?" I was going at if full speed now, breathing heavily. "Well? I'm waiting!" "No right," I heaved. "That's right! You have no right to deny me the sight of your hard cock. In fact, you have no right to deny me anything I want to see. Which is why you're going to cum in three...two..." I opened my eyes to see her still staring at me, hands on her hips, eyes narrow. "One!" At her instruction, I exploded all over the kitchen floor, my knees shaking, face red, sweat dripping from my brow. When I'd spent my last drop, her whole body relaxed and she smiled at me. And then, without any warning or announcement, she simply walked out of the kitchen, right past me, careful not to step in my mess. When she reached the doorway, she called out with out turning around. "I'm gonna go change. Clean that up, will you?" And then she was gone...

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2021-01-17T19:18:38Z

HassieWaterworth:

Literally the same day that we had sent the invitation to the party, we received 'yes' RSVP's from all four of the girls. Clearly they were excited about it. And we were too. There was a palpable electricity in the air for the next two weeks leading up to the party. Carrie and I talked a lot about the preparations. We wanted everything to be just right. But there was one subject Carrie never brought up, and I knew she never would. So it was up to me. I went to go find her. I found Carrie sitting up in bed, reading on her iPad. Her door was open, so I knocked lightly on the frame. She looked up. "Hey," she smiled. "Hey," I smiled back. "You gotta sec?" "Sure, come on in." As I crossed the threshold, it occurred to me that this was a first. Of course I'd been in Carrie's room many times; to clean, to change the sheets, that sort of thing. But I had never been in her room with her. We never talked about it, but it was her private space. Just one of those unwritten rules. I took a step back. "It's OK. You're welcome in my room." And she flashed me that warm smile. I stepped forward again. I didn't want to beat around the bush. "Look, I think we should talk about this chastity thing." "Oh, that," she frowned, putting down the iPad. "I know you're not crazy about it," I started. "It just seems so...cruel," she winced. "Hey, listen, it's not something I'd normally go in for, believe me. But I really think it's for the best, and I've already told you why." I tried to speak in soothing tones. "I know, I know," she nodded. "But what's to talk about? I already agreed to it." "Well, the thing is..." I trailed off. She studied my face. "This isn't easy for you, is it?" she asked. I shook my head. She sighed softly. Then she patted the bed beside. "Come. Sit." "Are you sure?" This was a lot. My first time being in Carrie's room with her and now she was asking me to sit on her actual bed? With her? She must have noticed my hesitation. "I don't bite," she smiled and patted the bed again. I climbed on and sat down beside her, my back up against the headboard. "The thing is, I think we should practice with it. Before the party, that is." "Practice?" she repeated. "Well, yeah. I mean, the whole point is to keep me from being distracted. But if it's the first time I'm wearing the thing, I'll probably be very distracted. So I think I should try it out a few times before the party. "I see," said Carrie slowly. "I suppose that's logical. But you said 'we' should practice. Where do I fit in to this?" "Well, two ways," I scratched my head. "First, as much as I need to get used to wearing it, I think you should get used to seeing it. I mean, if the first time you see it is at the party, that will be distracting for you too probably." I didn't wait for her to answer. "Also, you need to...I mean, I think you have to keep the key." "Wait, what?" She sounded shocked. "Why?" "Well, if I have the key, then it's useless right? Like, that defeats the purpose." "Hmm," she mused. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, OK. Hey," she smiled. "We asked the girls to keep an open mind. I guess I should too, huh?" And then she picked up the iPad, turning her attention away from me. "What are you doing?" "Well, we need to go shopping, don't we? The sooner we order this thing, the sooner we can start practicing." I tried not to notice that she didn't do a google search, but simply started typing the address of a particular sex shop, which autofilled after the first three letters. Once the page loaded, she typed the word 'chastity' into the search bar. The results came back instantly. She moved the iPad so it was between us. "See anything you like?" There seemed to be two basic choices. Either a cage type or a shell type. "The cage probably breathes better," I suggested. "Yeah, but it also looks like it hurts more if you get aroused," she offered clinically. "I doubt either of them feel very nice if you get aroused," I countered. "Probably not," she allowed. "Well, all things being equal, I prefer the cage. It offers a less obstructed view. "Cage it is," I shrugged. We picked out a model that seemed nice and proceeded to the checkout. Now all we had to do was wait... -- A few days later, a package arrived while Carrie was it work. The shipping label was discreet. There was no indication that it came from a sex shop. But of course I knew what it was. I wasn't going to open it alone though, so I left it on the kitchen table until Carrie got home from work. When she finally did get home, I was waiting for her in the kitchen as usual, her glass of wine in my hand. She didn't seem to notice the package at first and we proceeded to our by now usual guessing game. "How was your day?" she asked "Meh," I shrugged. "Just meh?" she repeated. "Let's see about that." Then she crouched down into her usual inspection position, face to face with penis. "Well, this is unexpected," she mumbled to herself. She cupped my balls, every so lightly and frowned. Releasing them a moment later, she stood up again and looked at me. "Just once?" She wasn't asking for confirmation about her guess. It wasn't even a guess. It was an assertion, and a correct one at that. What she meant was, "What the hell happened that you all only jerked off once today." I looked over her shoulder to the box on the kitchen table. She turned to follow my gaze, only then seeing the box herself for the first time. "Is that...?" she started. "Yeah..." I finished. "Should we open it?" "We kinda have to, don't we?" "Don't you want a drink first?" she suggested. I nodded. For once she poured me a glass of wine instead of the other way around. Then, together, we approached the box. After staring at it in silence for what felt like minutes, Carrie finally opened the parcel and removed the packing paper. I just stared. But she, every so slowly, picked up the metal-caged chastity device, rotating it in her fingers, looking at it from every angle. I followed with my eyes. At last, unbidden, she handed it over to me. It felt cold. And while I was holding it, Carrie peered into the box. A moment later, she removed a small key which was attached to a metal necklace. In my hand, the chastity cage, in hers the key. For a long time, neither of us said a word. Finally, I summoned my courage. "Maybe I should try it on?" "Are you ready?" she asked, still looking at the key. "Or wouldn't you rather get one out of your system first?" "Jeez, I don't think I could get hard right now if I tried," I said. Something about that thing was giving me the chills, even as I felt a rush of excitement. Carrie looked at me with growing curiosity. First I slipped on the base which, when in position, formed a ring around the base of my shaft and behind my balls in way that pushed them forward somewhat. Then I slid on the cage itself. It was spacious enough that it wasn't uncomfortable, at least in my current limp state. The only thing left to do was lock it. "Carrie?" I whispered. "Huh?" she muttered, barely audibly, transfixed by my caged cock. "They key." "Oh. Right." And she handed it to me without another word, leaving me to secure it myself. Slowly, I inserted the key into the lock and, taking a deep breath, I turned the key. I then handed it back to Carrie, who hung it around her neck where it adorned her magnificent bust. "How do you feel?" she asked with genuine concern. "It's not too bad actually." It wasn't, at least so far. "You know what's funny though?" "What's that?" "My balls feel really exposed." I nearly chuckled. "What a weird thing to say, considering I'm naked all the time right? But they feel really...I dunno...out there." "It's because of the ring," she said, taking a closer look. "It's kinda like a pushup bra for your balls." She started to giggle. "Oh, that's funny, is it?" "Yeah, a little!" She tried to stifle a laugh. "Hey Jack, you've got great...ball cleavage!" She couldn't contain herself. She started to cackle. She was laughing so hard her whole body started to shake. The key to my cage was bouncing up and down on her heaving bosom. That was the very last thing I needed in my condition. Finally, the laughter began to subside. "I'm sorry, Jack." And her smile crept into a frown. "Ah, forget it," I said with a wave of the hand. "No, I mean, I'm sorry you feel like you have to do this. All joking aside, I don't love seeing you in that thing." "I know, C." And then she handed me the key. "Why don't you take it off, huh? We can start practicing for real tomorrow." "Sure, why not." Taking the key from her, I quickly undid the lock and removed the device. Almost the moment I was free, [https://xcuum.com xcuum.com] I started getting hard. "Well that didn't take long," groaned Carrie, rolling her eyes. "Seriously," I said, even as I reached my right hand downwards and started massaging my stiffening cock. "And now, if you'll excuse me." "Since when do you excuse yourself?" she shot back. "Fine, I'll stay," I said shortly. "Don't do me any favors," she sniped. "Well which the hell is it C, do you want me to stay or do you want me to go?" "Stay. Go. Do what you want." That's what she said, but it was clear she only meant one of those options. "Women!" I groaned. Yet my irritation was a front. This banter was really turning me on, and Carrie knew it. She placed her hands on her hips and spoke in a stern voice. "Look. All I'm saying is, I don't much appreciate it when, the moment you get a hard-on, your first instinct is to run away from me so you can go jerk yourself off somewhere else. I mean, if you're too embarrassed or ashamed to masturbate in front of me, maybe I should just put you back in that little cage!" God, the way she was talking to me! I was rock hard, red in the face and stroking at full speed. And she could read me like a book. "I mean, what's the point of a naked houseboy if he's only ever going to show me his useless limp dick and then he runs and hides the minute he starts to get a little hard? If I was interested in seeing your flacid penis I would have locked it up a long time ago!" I didn't know what the hell this was or where the hell it was coming from, but I knew I was loving it. I closed my eyes and let the words wash over me as I stood there jerking off in the kitchen. "And now you come to me," she continued, "and suggest chastity for yourself? The nerve! What right do you have to deny me the pleasure - if I can even call it pleasure - of looking at your hard cock?" I was going at if full speed now, breathing heavily. "Well? I'm waiting!" "No right," I heaved. "That's right! You have no right to deny me the sight of your hard cock. In fact, you have no right to deny me anything I want to see. Which is why you're going to cum in three...two..." I opened my eyes to see her still staring at me, hands on her hips, eyes narrow. "One!" At her instruction, I exploded all over the kitchen floor, my knees shaking, face red, sweat dripping from my brow. When I'd spent my last drop, her whole body relaxed and she smiled at me. And then, without any warning or announcement, she simply walked out of the kitchen, right past me, careful not to step in my mess. When she reached the doorway, she called out with out turning around. "I'm gonna go change. Clean that up, will you?" And then she was gone...

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2021-01-17T19:07:46Z

HassieWaterworth: Created page with "Literally the same day that we had sent the invitation to the party, we received 'yes' RSVP's from all four of the girls. Clearly they were excited about it. And we were too...."

Literally the same day that we had sent the invitation to the party, we received 'yes' RSVP's from all four of the girls. Clearly they were excited about it. And we were too. There was a palpable electricity in the air for the next two weeks leading up to the party. Carrie and I talked a lot about the preparations. We wanted everything to be just right. But there was one subject Carrie never brought up, and I knew she never would. So it was up to me. I went to go find her. I found Carrie sitting up in bed, reading on her iPad. Her door was open, so I knocked lightly on the frame. She looked up. "Hey," she smiled. "Hey," I smiled back. "You gotta sec?" "Sure, come on in." As I crossed the threshold, it occurred to me that this was a first. Of course I'd been in Carrie's room many times; to clean, to change the sheets, that sort of thing. But I had never been in her room with her. We never talked about it, but it was her private space. Just one of those unwritten rules. I took a step back. "It's OK. You're welcome in my room." And she flashed me that warm smile. I stepped forward again. I didn't want to beat around the bush. "Look, I think we should talk about this chastity thing." "Oh, that," she frowned, putting down the iPad. "I know you're not crazy about it," I started. "It just seems so...cruel," she winced. "Hey, listen, it's not something I'd normally go in for, believe me. But I really think it's for the best, and I've already told you why." I tried to speak in soothing tones. "I know, I know," she nodded. "But what's to talk about? I already agreed to it." "Well, the thing is..." I trailed off. She studied my face. "This isn't easy for you, is it?" she asked. I shook my head. She sighed softly. Then she patted the bed beside. "Come. Sit." "Are you sure?" This was a lot. My first time being in Carrie's room with her and now she was asking me to sit on her actual bed? With her? She must have noticed my hesitation. "I don't bite," she smiled and patted the bed again. I climbed on and [https://xcuum.com xcuum.com] sat down beside her, my back up against the headboard. "The thing is, I think we should practice with it. Before the party, that is." "Practice?" she repeated. "Well, yeah. I mean, the whole point is to keep me from being distracted. But if it's the first time I'm wearing the thing, I'll probably be very distracted. So I think I should try it out a few times before the party. "I see," said Carrie slowly. "I suppose that's logical. But you said 'we' should practice. Where do I fit in to this?" "Well, two ways," I scratched my head. "First, as much as I need to get used to wearing it, I think you should get used to seeing it. I mean, if the first time you see it is at the party, that will be distracting for you too probably." I didn't wait for her to answer. "Also, you need to...I mean, I think you have to keep the key." "Wait, what?" She sounded shocked. "Why?" "Well, if I have the key, then it's useless right? Like, that defeats the purpose." "Hmm," she mused. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, OK. Hey," she smiled. "We asked the girls to keep an open mind. I guess I should too, huh?" And then she picked up the iPad, turning her attention away from me. "What are you doing?" "Well, we need to go shopping, don't we? The sooner we order this thing, the sooner we can start practicing." I tried not to notice that she didn't do a google search, but simply started typing the address of a particular sex shop, which autofilled after the first three letters. Once the page loaded, she typed the word 'chastity' into the search bar. The results came back instantly. She moved the iPad so it was between us. "See anything you like?" There seemed to be two basic choices. Either a cage type or a shell type. "The cage probably breathes better," I suggested. "Yeah, but it also looks like it hurts more if you get aroused," she offered clinically. "I doubt either of them feel very nice if you get aroused," I countered. "Probably not," she allowed. "Well, all things being equal, I prefer the cage. It offers a less obstructed view. "Cage it is," I shrugged. We picked out a model that seemed nice and proceeded to the checkout. Now all we had to do was wait... -- A few days later, a package arrived while Carrie was it work. The shipping label was discreet. There was no indication that it came from a sex shop. But of course I knew what it was. I wasn't going to open it alone though, so I left it on the kitchen table until Carrie got home from work. When she finally did get home, I was waiting for her in the kitchen as usual, her glass of wine in my hand. She didn't seem to notice the package at first and we proceeded to our by now usual guessing game. "How was your day?" she asked "Meh," I shrugged. "Just meh?" she repeated. "Let's see about that." Then she crouched down into her usual inspection position, face to face with penis. "Well, this is unexpected," she mumbled to herself. She cupped my balls, every so lightly and frowned. Releasing them a moment later, she stood up again and looked at me. "Just once?" She wasn't asking for confirmation about her guess. It wasn't even a guess. It was an assertion, and a correct one at that. What she meant was, "What the hell happened that you all only jerked off once today." I looked over her shoulder to the box on the kitchen table. She turned to follow my gaze, only then seeing the box herself for the first time. "Is that...?" she started. "Yeah..." I finished. "Should we open it?" "We kinda have to, don't we?" "Don't you want a drink first?" she suggested. I nodded. For once she poured me a glass of wine instead of the other way around. Then, together, we approached the box. After staring at it in silence for what felt like minutes, Carrie finally opened the parcel and removed the packing paper. I just stared. But she, every so slowly, picked up the metal-caged chastity device, rotating it in her fingers, looking at it from every angle. I followed with my eyes. At last, unbidden, she handed it over to me. It felt cold. And while I was holding it, Carrie peered into the box. A moment later, she removed a small key which was attached to a metal necklace. In my hand, the chastity cage, in hers the key. For a long time, neither of us said a word. Finally, I summoned my courage. "Maybe I should try it on?" "Are you ready?" she asked, still looking at the key. "Or wouldn't you rather get one out of your system first?" "Jeez, I don't think I could get hard right now if I tried," I said. Something about that thing was giving me the chills, even as I felt a rush of excitement. Carrie looked at me with growing curiosity. First I slipped on the base which, when in position, formed a ring around the base of my shaft and behind my balls in way that pushed them forward somewhat. Then I slid on the cage itself. It was spacious enough that it wasn't uncomfortable, at least in my current limp state. The only thing left to do was lock it. "Carrie?" I whispered. "Huh?" she muttered, barely audibly, transfixed by my caged cock. "They key." "Oh. Right." And she handed it to me without another word, leaving me to secure it myself. Slowly, I inserted the key into the lock and, taking a deep breath, I turned the key. I then handed it back to Carrie, who hung it around her neck where it adorned her magnificent bust. "How do you feel?" she asked with genuine concern. "It's not too bad actually." It wasn't, at least so far. "You know what's funny though?" "What's that?" "My balls feel really exposed." I nearly chuckled. "What a weird thing to say, considering I'm naked all the time right? But they feel really...I dunno...out there." "It's because of the ring," she said, taking a closer look. "It's kinda like a pushup bra for your balls." She started to giggle. "Oh, that's funny, is it?" "Yeah, a little!" She tried to stifle a laugh. "Hey Jack, you've got great...ball cleavage!" She couldn't contain herself. She started to cackle. She was laughing so hard her whole body started to shake. The key to my cage was bouncing up and down on her heaving bosom. That was the very last thing I needed in my condition. Finally, the laughter began to subside. "I'm sorry, Jack." And her smile crept into a frown. "Ah, forget it," I said with a wave of the hand. "No, I mean, I'm sorry you feel like you have to do this. All joking aside, I don't love seeing you in that thing." "I know, C." And then she handed me the key. "Why don't you take it off, huh? We can start practicing for real tomorrow." "Sure, why not." Taking the key from her, I quickly undid the lock and removed the device. Almost the moment I was free, I started getting hard. "Well that didn't take long," groaned Carrie, rolling her eyes. "Seriously," I said, even as I reached my right hand downwards and started massaging my stiffening cock. "And now, if you'll excuse me." "Since when do you excuse yourself?" she shot back. "Fine, I'll stay," I said shortly. "Don't do me any favors," she sniped. "Well which the hell is it C, do you want me to stay or do you want me to go?" "Stay. Go. Do what you want." That's what she said, but it was clear she only meant one of those options. "Women!" I groaned. Yet my irritation was a front. This banter was really turning me on, and Carrie knew it. She placed her hands on her hips and spoke in a stern voice. "Look. All I'm saying is, I don't much appreciate it when, the moment you get a hard-on, your first instinct is to run away from me so you can go jerk yourself off somewhere else. I mean, if you're too embarrassed or ashamed to masturbate in front of me, maybe I should just put you back in that little cage!" God, the way she was talking to me! I was rock hard, red in the face and stroking at full speed. And she could read me like a book. "I mean, what's the point of a naked houseboy if he's only ever going to show me his useless limp dick and then he runs and hides the minute he starts to get a little hard? If I was interested in seeing your flacid penis I would have locked it up a long time ago!" I didn't know what the hell this was or where the hell it was coming from, but I knew I was loving it. I closed my eyes and let the words wash over me as I stood there jerking off in the kitchen. "And now you come to me," she continued, "and suggest chastity for yourself? The nerve! What right do you have to deny me the pleasure - if I can even call it pleasure - of looking at your hard cock?" I was going at if full speed now, breathing heavily. "Well? I'm waiting!" "No right," I heaved. "That's right! You have no right to deny me the sight of your hard cock. In fact, you have no right to deny me anything I want to see. Which is why you're going to cum in three...two..." I opened my eyes to see her still staring at me, hands on her hips, eyes narrow. "One!" At her instruction, I exploded all over the kitchen floor, my knees shaking, face red, sweat dripping from my brow. When I'd spent my last drop, her whole body relaxed and she smiled at me. And then, without any warning or announcement, she simply walked out of the kitchen, right past me, careful not to step in my mess. When she reached the doorway, she called out with out turning around. "I'm gonna go change. Clean that up, will you?" And then she was gone...

HE LET OUT A GROAN

2021-01-17T14:43:09Z

HassieWaterworth: Created page with "He let out a groan. A groan that came from deep within. One laced with passion and a tinge of disappointment at the same time. She laughed "Are you okay?" She sa..."

He let out a groan. A groan that came from deep within. One laced with passion and a tinge of disappointment at the same time. She laughed "Are you okay?" She sat alongside him, her hand resting on his thigh no longer stroking the fat shaft. She watched his hips lift and then settle, trying to find her hand, but fucking the air instead. The shaft wobbled back and forth, swaying in circles trying to contact something, anything. His desperation made her smile. "You're close, aren't you? You're weeping all over yourself. And my fingers -- here taste" she said as she slid her fingers into his open mouth. He sucked hard, cleaning her fingers of the slippery pre-cum. She moaned seeing his cheeks hollow as he sucked, his tongue flicking her fingertip. She looked down to see his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart as it began to soften -- again. She had been teasing him for nearly an hour. She would play with him, squeeze his cock, stroke him, tickle his balls, tickle the spot below his balls with her nails. His cock would respond, get hard as stone, throb, and weep pre-cum. She would touch him causing his body to react on its own. His hips would roll and lift, his legs quiver and strain against the bonds. Her play would get him so close to cumming. She watched his chest rapidly rising and falling, moans would become whimpers and then when he was almost there -- she would abruptly stop. She would watch his body twist and turn, wrists bound and held firmly, his hips thrust, legs quiver before he settled down. As his breathing slowed his cock would begin to soften and the color change from a deep, dark purple to crimson and then to pink as the head came to rest on his stomach. A pool of pre-cum forming on his stomach as it leaked from the tip of his cock. "Each time I bring you closer to the edge, it is taking longer for you calm down. Your cock throbs and leaks more each time. Are you still enjoying this as much as I am?" He groaned a slow "Mmmmm yeeesss" in response. He was enjoying all that she was doing to him. The teasing. The squeezing. The stroking. The edging. He was loving every second. Bringing him close to orgasm and then letting him calm down was raising his degree of excitement and arousal to new levels. His heart was beating so hard in his chest that he thought it would burst through. His mind was focused on the sound of her voice, the heat of her body next to his, what she might do next. "It's soft now. Do you want me to make it hard again? Tell me what you want me to do to you" she said with a slight smile. "Yes" his voice cracked. "Yes? Yes, what?" her thick with arousal. "Please touch me. Please make my hard. I love when you touch me." "Like this?" she said as her fingers traced a line along the underside. His cock twitched, surged slightly as it began to swell. "Touchy aren't we? I like that. I like how sensitive you are to my touch right now. I could blow on it and you would probably explode." He moaned at the thought of her mouth being so close to his cock. The thought of her tongue tickling the underside of his cock. He could feel the skin stretching taught as he grew harder. His balls aching for release. That familiar dull ache he felt so often when around her. Such a sexy woman. Her hand gently stroked his cock, barely touching the skin, the light touch driving him crazy. He wanted release. He needed release. But he also wanted the teasing to continue and it did. Her fingers fondling his balls caused his cock to surge, weeping slippery pre-cum from the blunt tip. She wrapped her hand firmly around the hard cock and felt the heat as his hip lifted on their own. Making a tight circle with her fingers she watched his hips thrust the head of his cock in and out of the tightness. She loved arousing him beyond his ability to stay in control. He was always in control -- except around her. She drew that out of him. When it came to sex between them, he trusted her and followed her wherever she led. She was leading him to a place that he had yet been with anyone. He felt as though he was floating as she led him closer and closer to the edge. His moans became whimpers, his breath now in gasps. He was so close, about to teeter over the edge -- when she stopped. Again. She slid off the bed and stood next to it staring down at him. Naked. Bound to the bed by his wrists and ankles. Blindfolded. He had done as she told him. A little more than an hour ago he had arrived home from running some errands. Her vehicle was not in the garage. He walked into their home to find a note on the kitchen island. It read "Strip. Tie your ankles to the footboard, legs spread wide. Arms to the headboard as far as you can reach, but first lube your ass well, slide this plug in and then tie this blindfold tight over your eyes. And light the candles." There was a black scarf on the island along with one of their larger butt plugs, and a bottle of lube. When he entered the bedroom there were ropes tied to the headboard and footboard. He picked up the lighter and lit the candles in the room. He removed his clothes and laid them over the back of the chair in the room. The top of the bottle of lube made a click sound as he flipped it open. A few drops on his right fore and middle finger made them slippery enough to lube the opening. Circling the opening he felt a familiar shiver run through him as the tip breached the opening. Working his middle finger in to the first knuckle, [https://xcuum.com https://xcuum.com] then the second knuckle before reaching the bottom. He would need to loosen the opening more to be able to insert the large plug she had set out. His fore finger joined his middle finger as he felt his ass relax. He wiggled them and twisted them to relax his ass even more. Another minute or two of play and he was ready. A few drops of lube on the plug, then he bent over the bed, reached between his legs, and rubbed the tip of the plug against the opening. He took a deep breath and then began to work the plug inside. It was a tight fit and stretched his ass, but he liked how it felt. He loved how it felt and he was so glad that she suggested it. He pulled the comforter and sheets back before climbing into bed. He spread his legs feeling the plug press in further as he sat up in bed to tie his ankles. First the right, then the left ankle. He tied the blindfold tight, turning light to dark before he laid back. Feeling around he placed the pillow under his head before reaching up to place his hand thru the loop in the rope to tie his left wrist to the headboard. His right hand was next and then he was tied to the bed, naked, blindfolded, plugged and vulnerable. Just as she wanted. He laid there in the darkness. Listening. Waiting. His mind began to wander, imagining what she had in mind for him. Wondering how long it would be until she returned. His thoughts were soon brought back to reality by the sound of her heels clicking down the hall as she came closer and closer to the bedroom. The clicking stopped and then the door creaked open. He could sense her standing in the doorway, staring at him. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled. He was just as she had pictured. So open. So vulnerable. Just as she wanted. "You take direction well. Are you tied tight?" He pulled against the binds with his legs and arms to show her. "Mmmm. This is going to be fun." That was how is started, her teasing and edging an hour earlier. Now she was standing alongside the bed watching him struggled against the bindings again. His head turning from side to side trying to figure out where she was. She reached into her pocket and removed her phone. She loaded an app and looked at the display for a second. She slid her finger across the screen, watched the display change, and saw the instant reaction as his hips shot up off the bed. She made another change to the app and listened to him moan as his cock shot straight up, harder than it had been. The app controlled the plug in his ass. He had bought it for her pussy, but they had found that it did wonderful things to his ass too. She continued to play with the app, causing the plug to throb deep and slow and then to have it vibrate at a very high rate. This was driving him crazy. The vibrations. The pulsing. The throbbing. She was playing with him from across the room. Touching him inside without even touching him. The more she played with the app, the more he wiggled on the bed. The more his cock pulsed. The harder he became. The closer he got to the edge. "Please" "What" "Please. Please let me cum" he begged. "You want to cum do you? Have I teased you enough? Too much? Does this arouse you?" she asked teasingly as she continued to make the plug throb and pulse. "Yes. Please. I have to, I can't hold back any longer" he said with a whimper. "Now! Cum now for me. If you want to cum tonight, it has to be NOW!" It came in waves, cum spurting from his cock. It seemed to flow from him continuously, his balls turning inside out as they emptied what she has built up in them over the last hour. He felt as though he was going to pass out. He had never cum so hard, so long, and he didn't want the feeling to ever end. She kept playing with the plug deep in his ass, keeping the sensations moving through his body. The cum had run out but his cock continued to pulse and throb as though cum were still spurting. "That was amazing. I have never seen you cum so hard. So much. Are you okay?" "Wow. I have never..." She smiled and turned off the plug. "Awwww...why did you turn it off?" "Have to let you rest before I start teasing you again. We're not done yet..."

MY MASTURBATION OBSESSION

2021-01-17T14:37:29Z

HassieWaterworth:

In the previous story, I had covered how I had used masturbation to stay awake during long road trips for my job at the time, and how it ended up making me link traveling in a car to being horny and playing with myself, to the point of figuring out schedules and ways to make it so I could masturbate 2-3 times a week during the drive home from work. This story is how this mental linkage led to some interesting times. My brother lived about 6 hours away, no interstate highways, just state highways and county roads the entire way there. Maybe a portion of a US 2 lane highway, but that was the extent of it. My wife and I went to visit him and his wife one year for New Years. We had a good time, had a few drinks, and ushered in the new year with a bang -- literally for me and my wife! We hung out on New Years Day, watched football, recovered a bit. The next day was our last of the visit, we hit a National Park during the day, and visited a local brewery, where we started off, ended up bar hopping all the way home, getting quite a bit intoxicated, and I passed out around midnight. The next morning, still a bit groggy and under the weather, we headed out. My head didn't hurt TOO much, just more tired than anything, but definitely not 100%. After about an hour, I was nodding off. I thought about when I was driving for work, and started nodding off, I'd just play with my dick, keep myself awake. But with the wife in the car, that wasn't going to fly. "Hey, honey, you mind driving for a bit?" I asked "Sure, little bit tired?" She gave me the "you know you drank too much, this is your own fault, idiot" look that every model of wife seems to come equipped with. "Yeah, just want to close my eyes for a few minutes, maybe get a quick nap in." "OK, pull over at the next station, we'll fill up, and I can go pee." We found a station about 4-5 miles down the road, I pulled in and pumped the gas while she went inside. I hopped into the passenger seat, started getting situated and comfortable. She came out, started up the car and started driving. "Which way are we taking?" she asked me. "In case you go to sleep, I need to know where to turn." "Just follow County D until State route 73. Turn right, follow that for 50 miles or so, then left on 106. That will get us 50 miles from home." "OK, sounds good. Get some rest." I proceed to get comfortable, blanket, pillow, and I unbutton the top of my shorts, so I won't cramp anything in there if I toss or turn in the car seat. I doze for awhile, and I start to feel better, still a bit tired, but my body and mind are a bit less hazy from the hangover. I keep my eyes closed, and just chill, although I am no longer sleeping, and this is where the "horny when in car" conditioning kicks in. As I lay there, eyes closed, I begin to fantasize as is my wont when in the car, and I can feel my erection growing. I begin to surreptitiously rub my hand along my hard cock on the outside of my shorts, feeding both my physical reaction and my fantasization. After a good 20-30 minutes of rubbing myself over my shorts, and keeping myself hard through the combination of touching and mentally doing all kinds of things, I am sufficiently horny that I quietly unzip my shorts under the blanket and begin rubbing my hand directly on my hard member. I began to have some sort of weird feeling of "What would happen if she caught me?" and started playing out all kinds of porno-worthy ridiculous scenarios in my head. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before, or even with someone in the room -- it has always been a private "me-time" thing for me. This continues for another 20 or 30 minutes as I get myself very horned up, and, like when I am doing the long haul drives, I am at the point where I just want to release. What's the worst that can happen? She tells me to stop it? But it still is hard to break down that wall of private action to action with an audience. I wiggle around a bit, and move the blanket of my upper body, so it is just covering the lower half of my shorts -- the fly area is uncovered, and unzipped. I arrange it so that my cock isn't out of my shorts, but if she looks over, would be able to see it from her angle, as the zipper is all the way down, and the opening is fully open on that side. My cock is right under the zipper. I start to rub my cock with my right hand under the fabric, but not a full stroke. Just sort of keeping it hard. I can't believe how excited I was getting. My breath was getting short thinking about her seeing me pleasuring myself. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the hornier I got, the less my inhibitions stopped me from caring about being discreet. I started talking to her a little bit, like I was just waking up -- "Where are we? How long was I out? You doing OK driving?" -- trying to get her to look over. She did a few times, but never looked down. Maybe I was hiding it too much. Fuck it. I open my short flap open on the right side, too, exposing my cock to the light of day. I am still just sliding my hand up and down the shaft, not using my fist. Up down, rub of the balls, up to top, squeeze the head a bit, back down and repeat the cycle. God I was so hard! After a few minutes of this "What are you doing????" she finally says, but not in a grossed out, WTF, but more of a laughing, "Are you seriously playing with yourself right now?" I look over at her, and she is staring down at my cock. I shrug, "I don't really know! I woke up hard and just started touching it." "Oh mY God!" she says, half exasperated, half amused, rolling her eyes, I'm sure. But, she didn't say "Stop" so I continue. After about 1 minute, I grab my cock and start actually stroking it, no pretense of "Just touching it" anymore. I see her looking over at my cock every now and then, and I just keep going. God, the thought of her watching me stroke myself is incredibly sexy, but I am having a difficult time as if I look at her, and she looks over at my cock, she turns away, as if SHE doesn't want to be caught watching ME. OK, so that's the game -- she can watch, as long as I don't acknowledge her watching. Instead, I close my eyes and keep stroking. I know she is watching, [https://xcuum.com xcuum.com] and it is turning me on quite a bit, and I need to release soon. I slide the blanket off, and slide my shorts to my ankles so I can spread my legs open as I stroke my cock. I am exaggerating the stroke, pushing my hips up and down, things I normally don't do. I am putting on a self-fucking show for her. I stop, and pull my shorts all the way off, and remove my shirt, making me completely naked, and I go back to long, full strokes. "getting pretty bold there, aren't you?" "Well, You've got to be bold if you are going to cum" I respond back. "Oh! Is that right?" she says, just a bit too interested for her supposed "not paying attention" attitude. I lean back just a bit, legs splayed, and I close my eyes as I start to stroke to the finish. I am about 10 strokes into this final push, and I feel her hand on my upper thigh, just sort of touching me, moving her fingers in a light scratching motion. It's too much. I begin to moan and breathe in rapidly and loudly through my mouth as I try to increase my oxygen, as my chest feels tight from the touch of her hand combined with the touch of my own. Finally, the first spurt of cum rockets out of my cock and hits me in the upper shoulder. "Oh fuck! I say "Oh My!" she says, and I begin to eject jet after jet of cum onto my chest and stomach. Her hand clutches my leg as I ejaculate, and she slides her hand to my inner thigh and she gives my balls a nice cupping squeeze. I look over at her. She is smiling like the cat who ate the canary. "Well, that was interesting!" she said, and reached over and handed me some tissue to clean up with. "Yes, that was very interesting!" "What brought that on?" she asked. "Just horned up I guess, sitting next to you." That bullshit line earned me a groan. "You're such a liar!" I cleaned up, got my self redressed, and we drove home the remaining 2 hours, just talking normal. When we got home though, I grabbed her ass, and gave her a kiss, and her clothes were off so fast, pushing my head into her already soaked pussy to eat her out until she came on my face in no time. Apparently BEING an audience worked for her as much as performing for an audience did for me.

ODE TO CURVY

2021-01-17T11:26:26Z

HassieWaterworth:

"I know, right? He just doesn't bother to think things through! Like I would take it off every time!" Anna hesitated. Should she close the door again or proceed to her locker? She held the door slightly ajar and debated with herself. The dressing room wasn't a place for private conversations. If Lara didn't want her to hear, she should've taken the issue elsewhere. Plus, she had as much right to be here as Lara did, didn't she? Anna sighed and straightened her back. She arranged her face to an expression she hoped would come across as normal and neutral and not eavesdrop-ey. She stepped in and walked with a brisk-but-not-too-brisk gait to her locker. "He said it can't be returned, because he already opened it for charging." Lara was sitting on a bench near her locker, unashamedly half dressed. She had a towel wrapped around her waist, but her breasts were bare. Her hair was dry, so apparently the phone call had caught her on her way to the shower. Anna's mood sank. She should've closed the door again and retreated to the break room for another ten minutes. She usually stalled to give others a chance to shower and get dressed before she came in. She kept telling herself it was okay to be nude in front of her co-workers, but it wasn't how she was raised, and she just couldn't act naturally in a room filled with scantily dressed women. She wondered, yet again, if she should've become something else than a nurse. She hadn't considered the practical aspects of the profession. Maybe she could pretend to have forgotten something and leave again? She hovered, undecided, when Lara ended her call with a tingling laugh. "Oh, men," she said. "Anna, right?" "Yes?" Anna said, thinking it maybe came out sounding too formal. Maybe she should've said just "uh huh". "You have a boyfriend? You're not married, are you?" "No, not married, no boyfriend," Anna said and started to undress. It was too late to run now. She hid behind her locker door the best she could and clenched her jaw. This wasn't the first time someone saw her naked, and this wouldn't be the last, and she should just stop being a baby and [https://xcuum.com https://xcuum.com] get on with it. She pulled the shirt over her head. "Well, maybe you're better off," Lara said and rummaged in her locker. "Mine is so daft I don't know what to do with him. Like, it's gonna be Valentine's Day on Sunday, right? Well I've been hinting I want something big for a present, and I mean I really had to push him before he understood. I was a little skeptical, so I made him tell me what he got, just to make sure he won't get anything stupid and ruin the mood, right? And can you believe what he got me?" "Um... no?" Anna wasn't particularly interested, either, but she didn't see a way out of this conversation. She pushed her trousers down reluctantly and folded them neatly on the bench. "Well he got me this vibrator, and that's not a bad idea, right? He even did some research on it. My sister has that exact model, so I know it's a good one. But, can you believe he got me one that can't be used with piercings! He should fucking know I have a piercing, he went with me when I took it!" Anna's thoughts had paused with the mention of piercing and she tried to wrap her mind around the concept. Vibrator was something to do with sex, wasn't it? But wasn't piercing like... piercing your earlobes, or eyebrow, like that one cashier at the hospital cafeteria, but what did that have to do with vibrators? "Um, well, duh," Anna said when she suddenly realized she'd left too big a gap in their conversation. She felt herself blush, both with her clumsiness and the fact that she now had only her underwear to remove. "Yeah! Men! Can't win with them. So now I have this vibra that's difficult to use, and I had to spell it out to him that he needs to buy me another gift." Lara closed her locker door and proceeded to the shower. Anna undressed and followed her, towel carefully covering her body, choosing the stall furthest away from Lara. She hoped Lara would forget the conversation by the time they were done. Lara hummed while she showered, sometimes singing a verse or two of some tune, and Anna concentrated on washing herself. Despite Anna's best efforts to draw it out, they were back in the locker room at the same time. She purposefully faced away from Lara while she dressed. They were silent, although Lara was still humming to herself. Anna's mood improved with every item of clothing she got on, but dropped again when Lara addressed her. "Hey, you know what? You want to have that vibra? You don't have piercings, do you? I mean, it's a good vibra but I don't think I can be bothered to remove the stud every time. I could just give it away." "Huh? Um... okay?" Anna didn't have a clear idea of what she said okay to, but Lara's question had caught her off guard and it felt easier to accept than decline. Thoughts tumbled in her head. Did Lara want something in return, change shifts or something? Was she supposed to reciprocate on her own accord? What was it that Lara was giving her, exactly? "Great! I'll bring it tomorrow. You're on day shift too, right?" Lara banged her locker door so loudly Anna flinched. She made a noncommittal sound, and that seemed to be all that was needed. Lara said a cheerful goodbye and hurried out of the dressing room. Anna let out a heavy sigh in the silence and peace that hovered in her wake. Why was it so difficult to be in casual situations? Why was everyone else so much better at it, or did it just feel like that? --#--#--#--#--#-- Anna sat on the sofa in her small apartment and stared at the package on the coffee table. Lara had kept her word, and ever since Anna had brought the gift home the previous night it had been on her mind. Now it was Sunday morning, Valentine's Day, she had absolutely nowhere to go and nothing to do, and she couldn't come up with any more excuses not to open it. The wrapping paper was red and shiny, stylish, patterned with curling golden decorations. She opened the stickers carefully and folded the paper neatly. The package inside reminded her of the latest cell phone she purchased, it was stylish and well designed. It opened like a book, and she pulled from the small piece of string slowly, dreading what would be revealed. She felt anticipation fluttering in her stomach. The item was wedged into its cradle in black plastic casing. Clear plastic lid covered it, and she searched for the opening seams with her fingertips. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It wasn't penis-like. She had never owned a vibrator, but she had assumed they were penis-like. This was an oval, curved piece of pale pink silicone. She touched the surface carefully, then twisted it out and turned it in her hands. The smooth shape reminded her of clay whistles she'd seen on a farmer's market the previous summer. It even had a hole in the other end. She set the item on the table and turned the box around in her hands. Finally she thought of removing the black plastic filling that had cradled the vibrator. Underneath were operating instruction leaflets, printed in several languages and extremely small fonts, and some kind of an electrical cable. Anna got up to get her reading glasses. She was only twenty-eight, but she couldn't manage that small a font anymore. She glanced at the mirror after putting them on and snorted at herself. Her mom had said they made her look like a secretary, and even as Anna had objected, she had to admit it was true. Her face was narrow and her chin pointy, and when she had the half-moon glasses on her thin, straight nose, she looked like a stern librarian or a school teacher. Thank god she only needed them for reading. Maybe if she grew her hair out it wouldn't be so bad? Brown, straight hair framed her face, just long enough to tie up for work. She turned her head this way and that. Well, why bother, who would look at her anyway? She went through the instructions, reading even the warranty notice word for word. She knew she was playing time, and that it was ridiculous to do that while alone. If she didn't want to examine it, she could just... not examine it. She didn't need to make a show out of it, when there was no one to see. She sighed and took the item in her hand. Lara had said her boyfriend had opened the package to charge it, and that's why he couldn't return it. Sure enough, when Anna pushed the power button, a red light turned on and it started to whir quietly. She looked back at the instruction papers. There was an app to control it? She turned the vibra off again and took out her phone. She felt apprehension towards the idea of installing an sex app on her phone, but curiosity won quickly. It was her phone after all, and she could well remove the app before taking it out to repairs or something. Next pause came within the app, where she was provided with an option to create an account. Wouldn't that be... indecent? What if someone would find out? She typed in a name for the account and then backed off again, several times. She put the phone down and took out the vibrator, turning it on and off again. She should pair it with her phone or the app was useless. Could someone hack it? She felt uncertain and annoyed with herself. She felt like all her neighbors had to know what she was doing. She felt stupid for feeling like that. Finally she cursed at herself, out loud, and the profanity echoing in her sun-lit living room shook her free of her uncertainty. Anna proceeded to pair up the device with her phone. It's declaration that it would only pair with this particular phone assured her further. She opened the app again and swiftly, leaving herself no room for doubt, created the account: SexyAngel92. Done! She washed the vibrator and dried it up with a sheet of paper towel. She read the instruction manual one more time. It didn't take long; the actual operation instruction wasn't even typed out but a picture. It showed how she should place the vibrator on her clitoris. Now it finally dawned on her what kind of a piercing Lara had been talking about, and she blushed fiercely. No way! But... she had said she had one! And... her boyfriend had gone with her when she'd gotten... oh, god! Someone had done that to her, so she'd gone to a... piercing salon with her boyfriend and... and just thrown off her trousers and... and exposed herself to some stranger and... oh god, that must've hurt! Anna squirmed at the sofa with unpleasant thoughts flooding her mind. And yet, Lara had talked about it completely casually, like it was no big deal. Was this something people actually did? Anna wasn't a prude, despite her strict upbringing. She had had sex partners. She pleasured herself regularly. She knew sex was a perfectly normal part of human experience. Yet, she had not known genital piercings existed. Nor - she read from the package - Satisfyer Curvy 3+ Air Pulse Simulator + Vibrator apparatus. She blushed again when she realized Lara would ask her if she'd tried it. What could she possibly answer to something like that? It wasn't... it wasn't normal to have that kind of conversation with anyone, let alone your co-workers, was it? You were just supposed to do it, in the privacy of your own home, not talk about it. Everybody did it, she knew, but to talk about it? She certainly wasn't used to that. Well, Lara or no Lara, she had made up her mind to try out this mystery item, and firmly she pushed everything else out of her mind and focused on the vibrator. She glanced towards the window and got up to pull the blinds, dimming sunshine to a pleasant glowing brightness. Her window wasn't in direct view of anything, but it paid to play it safe. Hesitantly, heart thumping in her chest, she slid her yoga pants and panties off and settled back on the sofa. She made herself a comfortable nest among the pillows, lay back, and took the vibra and her phone. So you positioned it like - oh ohh oh fuck! - ahem. She detached it again, stared at it and then at the app. She'd never tried any kind of a vibrator before. She was used to her own touch, the gentle and light stroking she used to slowly build herself up and edge herself for minutes on end, and she could already tell this would be something very different. Anna opened the menu where the toy's vibrator and air pulse mechanism could be controlled. She put the toy back in place and tried out different options, letting out small hurried breaths at some of them, sharp intakes for the other. Her heart rate was speeding up, her mind sizzling with the opportunities, and greedily she navigated to the community area of the app. Ready-made programs... yes, here... the most recent... no, most popular ones, surely? She stared at the list, trying to appropriate which of the wavy lines would feel the best. Her clit was already pulsing with anticipation, and impulsively she chose one and downloaded it. How did you play it now... she dropped the phone, trying to operate it single handed, and cursed again. Her voice was breathless and hoarse, and she laughed at herself. Even her laugh sounded giddy. She propped the phone on a pillow and navigated to the screen where the programs were displayed. Only three minutes long? She felt a twinge of disappointment. Three minutes sounded extremely short. Could it be played on a loop? Well, at least she could try it once over. She settled down, made sure the toy was properly positioned, and pressed play. Vibration surrounding her clit was intense but not uncomfortable. It's sudden onslaught made her jump, but wasn't off putting enough to make her yank the toy away. She stared at the screen where vibrator's and air pulse mechanism's waves wove around each other, dancing, swirling, her body echoing their movements. Her eyes glossed over and her consciousness narrowed down to her genitals. It was... oh god just like that!... it was intense... her clit fluttered even when nothing touched her... her hips started to jerk on their own, and she let out a low whimper. Suddenly the intensity dropped almost to naught and she made a disappointed sound, snorted at how that sounded, and then the curves shot up again and her body arched in sweet agony. Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, the toy nudged it just so, and again, and she felt the sudden spike flush over her as satisfaction exploded to billowing waves. Her breath came out in a low moan, pausing with every gasped intake of air, and her whole lower body seemed to shiver and jerk. She came to her senses just in time to scoop up her phone before it dropped to the floor. She pulled the toy away from her still pulsating clit and blinked, trying to focus on the screen. 01:46, said the display as the two waves continued their dance across the screen. 01:47, 01:48, 01:49. "No way!" Anna said out loud, snorting at the low husky quality of her voice. "Less than two minutes? You've gotta be kidding me." She paused the program and steadied her breath. She'd never in her life come that fast. Her pussy did its best to convince her she did indeed just orgasm, pleasant warmth still slowly rolling in itself. Faint whiff of her scent lingered in the air. She swept her clit lightly, but it felt none the worse for wear. She eyed the screen of her phone. Should she? But... well yes, she should. She positioned the toy and put the program on again. Now her genitals responded with an enthusiastic twitch to even the first intense stimulation. The quieter parts found her gasping for breath in sweet anticipation, knowing her wait would be short and the curves would turn up again, any second now, any... oh god yes! She writhed on the sofa, moaning and bucking, letting all else go and focusing only on keeping the toy in place. Her orgasm was just as intense as the first one, and she rode it all the way through, the toy doing its damndest to keep her forever riding the ever-swelling wave. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she panted, finally giving up and removing the still pulsating toy from her clit. 01:32, said her phone. 01:33. So. Three minute program wasn't such a short one after all, was it? She laughed, a delighted if slightly hysterical full-body laugh, and with shaking hands she navigated back to the cloud service. She bit her lip, trying to compare the programs by the names given by their creators and what short snip of curvy waves were presented on the preview screen. --#--#--#--#--#-- Half an hour later she wobbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. Her knees felt weak, her whole vulva pulsed, and she could feel slick moisture seeping down her thighs. She drank deeply, wetted a paper towel and patted her overheated genitals with it, washed her face and neck with cold water. She had to stop. There was surely a limit to the amount of pleasure her body could take. But maybe once more... no. She should at least eat something first. She had planned on cooking chicken salad, but she needed something more substantial now, maybe a pizza. She could order one, but it would probably be better to get out of the house, if for nothing else than to get away from temptation. She filled her glass again and hobbled back to the sofa. She had to gather herself for a minute before she could step outside. She glanced at the vibrator. Maybe once more? Well... one more couldn't hurt. Maybe she should try to accompany it with something? She usually read erotic stories, but she knew she'd be unable to focus, and anyway stories were way too long and slow for what the gadget did to her. Maybe videos? She took out her pad and typed "masturbation videos" into the search field. There appeared to be a whole genre of videos showing people's faces when they came. She checked out a few, and true enough, they made her body respond. What did she look like when she came? Well... Fifteen minutes later she was masturbating to a video of herself masturbating. As her wave crested and drowned her once again, it occurred to her she was now masturbating in a second degree, and it made her collapse in breathless giggles. Oh god, this was naughty. And now she surely had to stop or she'd never get out of the house. She just needed to rest for a few minutes first. She took out her pad and typed "how much is too much masturbating" into the search field. Well, there didn't seem to be such a thing as too much masturbation. That was a relief. Still, she'd better take a shower, again, and go out to eat. She forced herself to act upon the idea, even when her fingers twitched with the want to grab that wonder machine just one more time. She took a cold shower, dressed, and promptly stepped out of her apartment. Three minutes later she came back in, set up the USB cable into her phone's charger and made sure the magnetic bits at the end connected with the vibrator. Two minutes later she came back to make sure it was loading properly. At the shopping center, she ordered the cheesiest pizza on the menu and sat at the window table. While waiting for her order, she wondered idly of this new turn in her life. She thought of her strict upbringing, and wondered if her parents had opinions of masturbation. They had never discussed the issue, though later in life, in church's youth gatherings, there'd been condemnation in definite terms. With disappointing surety she realized her parents hadn't known she'd started doing it, otherwise they would've told her not to. They had probably decided to let church handle the difficult topics, but by that time she had already had a well established routine. Well, all the better for her. She still had a long way to free herself from the confines of organized religion, and this was one less hurdle to clear. She hadn't noticed it before, but tangentially opposite to the pizzeria was a sex shop. She kept an eye on its door, trying to see who went in and came back out, and wondered. She could use something to fill her up while the gadget did its magic, and maybe some lube. She surfed the chain's webshop with her phone, occasionally glancing around to make sure nobody would see what she was doing.

MY MASTURBATION OBSESSION

2021-01-17T11:07:53Z

HassieWaterworth: Created page with "In the previous story, I had covered how I had used masturbation to stay awake during long road trips for my job at the time, and how it ended up making me link traveling in a..."

In the previous story, I had covered how I had used masturbation to stay awake during long road trips for my job at the time, and how it ended up making me link traveling in a car to being horny and playing with myself, to the point of figuring out schedules and ways to make it so I could masturbate 2-3 times a week during the drive home from work. This story is how this mental linkage led to some interesting times. My brother lived about 6 hours away, no interstate highways, just state highways and county roads the entire way there. Maybe a portion of a US 2 lane highway, but that was the extent of it. My wife and I went to visit him and his wife one year for New Years. We had a good time, had a few drinks, and ushered in the new year with a bang -- literally for me and my wife! We hung out on New Years Day, watched football, recovered a bit. The next day was our last of the visit, we hit a National Park during the day, and visited a local brewery, where we started off, ended up bar hopping all the way home, getting quite a bit intoxicated, and I passed out around midnight. The next morning, still a bit groggy and under the weather, we headed out. My head didn't hurt TOO much, just more tired than anything, but definitely not 100%. After about an hour, I was nodding off. I thought about when I was driving for work, and started nodding off, I'd just play with my dick, keep myself awake. But with the wife in the car, that wasn't going to fly. "Hey, honey, you mind driving for a bit?" I asked "Sure, little bit tired?" She gave me the "you know you drank too much, this is your own fault, idiot" look that every model of wife seems to come equipped with. "Yeah, just want to close my eyes for a few minutes, maybe get a quick nap in." "OK, pull over at the next station, we'll fill up, and I can go pee." We found a station about 4-5 miles down the road, I pulled in and pumped the gas while she went inside. I hopped into the passenger seat, started getting situated and comfortable. She came out, started up the car and started driving. "Which way are we taking?" she asked me. "In case you go to sleep, I need to know where to turn." "Just follow County D until State route 73. Turn right, follow that for 50 miles or so, then left on 106. That will get us 50 miles from home." "OK, sounds good. Get some rest." I proceed to get comfortable, blanket, pillow, and I unbutton the top of my shorts, so I won't cramp anything in there if I toss or turn in the car seat. I doze for awhile, [https://xcuum.com xcuum.com] and I start to feel better, still a bit tired, but my body and mind are a bit less hazy from the hangover. I keep my eyes closed, and just chill, although I am no longer sleeping, and this is where the "horny when in car" conditioning kicks in. As I lay there, eyes closed, I begin to fantasize as is my wont when in the car, and I can feel my erection growing. I begin to surreptitiously rub my hand along my hard cock on the outside of my shorts, feeding both my physical reaction and my fantasization. After a good 20-30 minutes of rubbing myself over my shorts, and keeping myself hard through the combination of touching and mentally doing all kinds of things, I am sufficiently horny that I quietly unzip my shorts under the blanket and begin rubbing my hand directly on my hard member. I began to have some sort of weird feeling of "What would happen if she caught me?" and started playing out all kinds of porno-worthy ridiculous scenarios in my head. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before, or even with someone in the room -- it has always been a private "me-time" thing for me. This continues for another 20 or 30 minutes as I get myself very horned up, and, like when I am doing the long haul drives, I am at the point where I just want to release. What's the worst that can happen? She tells me to stop it? But it still is hard to break down that wall of private action to action with an audience. I wiggle around a bit, and move the blanket of my upper body, so it is just covering the lower half of my shorts -- the fly area is uncovered, and unzipped. I arrange it so that my cock isn't out of my shorts, but if she looks over, would be able to see it from her angle, as the zipper is all the way down, and the opening is fully open on that side. My cock is right under the zipper. I start to rub my cock with my right hand under the fabric, but not a full stroke. Just sort of keeping it hard. I can't believe how excited I was getting. My breath was getting short thinking about her seeing me pleasuring myself. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the hornier I got, the less my inhibitions stopped me from caring about being discreet. I started talking to her a little bit, like I was just waking up -- "Where are we? How long was I out? You doing OK driving?" -- trying to get her to look over. She did a few times, but never looked down. Maybe I was hiding it too much. Fuck it. I open my short flap open on the right side, too, exposing my cock to the light of day. I am still just sliding my hand up and down the shaft, not using my fist. Up down, rub of the balls, up to top, squeeze the head a bit, back down and repeat the cycle. God I was so hard! After a few minutes of this "What are you doing????" she finally says, but not in a grossed out, WTF, but more of a laughing, "Are you seriously playing with yourself right now?" I look over at her, and she is staring down at my cock. I shrug, "I don't really know! I woke up hard and just started touching it." "Oh mY God!" she says, half exasperated, half amused, rolling her eyes, I'm sure. But, she didn't say "Stop" so I continue. After about 1 minute, I grab my cock and start actually stroking it, no pretense of "Just touching it" anymore. I see her looking over at my cock every now and then, and I just keep going. God, the thought of her watching me stroke myself is incredibly sexy, but I am having a difficult time as if I look at her, and she looks over at my cock, she turns away, as if SHE doesn't want to be caught watching ME. OK, so that's the game -- she can watch, as long as I don't acknowledge her watching. Instead, I close my eyes and keep stroking. I know she is watching, and it is turning me on quite a bit, and I need to release soon. I slide the blanket off, and slide my shorts to my ankles so I can spread my legs open as I stroke my cock. I am exaggerating the stroke, pushing my hips up and down, things I normally don't do. I am putting on a self-fucking show for her. I stop, and pull my shorts all the way off, and remove my shirt, making me completely naked, and I go back to long, full strokes. "getting pretty bold there, aren't you?" "Well, You've got to be bold if you are going to cum" I respond back. "Oh! Is that right?" she says, just a bit too interested for her supposed "not paying attention" attitude. I lean back just a bit, legs splayed, and I close my eyes as I start to stroke to the finish. I am about 10 strokes into this final push, and I feel her hand on my upper thigh, just sort of touching me, moving her fingers in a light scratching motion. It's too much. I begin to moan and breathe in rapidly and loudly through my mouth as I try to increase my oxygen, as my chest feels tight from the touch of her hand combined with the touch of my own. Finally, the first spurt of cum rockets out of my cock and hits me in the upper shoulder. "Oh fuck! I say "Oh My!" she says, and I begin to eject jet after jet of cum onto my chest and stomach. Her hand clutches my leg as I ejaculate, and she slides her hand to my inner thigh and she gives my balls a nice cupping squeeze. I look over at her. She is smiling like the cat who ate the canary. "Well, that was interesting!" she said, and reached over and handed me some tissue to clean up with. "Yes, that was very interesting!" "What brought that on?" she asked. "Just horned up I guess, sitting next to you." That bullshit line earned me a groan. "You're such a liar!" I cleaned up, got my self redressed, and we drove home the remaining 2 hours, just talking normal. When we got home though, I grabbed her ass, and gave her a kiss, and her clothes were off so fast, pushing my head into her already soaked pussy to eat her out until she came on my face in no time. Apparently BEING an audience worked for her as much as performing for an audience did for me.

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2021-01-17T11:07:35Z

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