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Colleague Fantasy (Part I)

camvyr on Masturbation Stories

As I walked past her , I accidentally brushed my arm against hers. Gee .. that felt good. Her skin was smooth. I have been dreaming for some time now of how it good it would feel to touch her. "Oops .. Sorry !" My thoughts were broken by the apology from Kelly. "oh .. uhm .. my fault" , I admitted. She grinned and proceeded her way down the hall on the opposite direction and

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went back into the cubicle. Normally , I would have stolen a glance or two at Kelly from the back , but not today. There are too many people around.

Ever since I joined the company 2 months ago, Kelly had been the only lady who keeps catching my attention. Tall , slim and well dressed with charisma. Interacting with her feels like she is a person who is always in control of herself. I had been fantasizing about her regularly ever since I was introduced to Kelly. Even better , I was excited when I was told that we will be working in the same team. That's just great. More opportunities catch glimpses of her. During board meetings , whenever I had the chance I would often place my eyes gazed below the table as if in some deep thought. But in fact , I was enjoying looking at her long slim legs. Those fair creamy legs that reaches out from her kneelength skirt. Flawless. How I wished that some day she would wear a mini skirt just so that I can caress her tighs with my eyes , but the opportunity have not arise yet. I am happy with what I can have for now. I took every opportunity that I could to have to glance at her beautiful legs.

"Tim ! Let's meet at Kelly's desk for a short discussion !". Hmm .. that's great. I made my way down the hall to her cubicle. It was a short discussion and Pete left in a hurry , leaving Kelly and myself. I wanted to linger on longer just to catch more glimpses of her , but I had no excuse to stay. As I stood up from the chair and proceeded to leave , Kelly called me. "Need some help here , Tim .." she said , pointing her fingers on the computer monitor. I could not help but admire her smooth hand. I quickly traced it to her shoulder. She is wearing a short sleeve blouse today. "Sure .. what's up ?" I asked. I stood behind her and leaned forward to look the monitor. Her beautiful big eyes were locked onto the screen and she proceeded to explain. I could not help but run my eyes up and down her crossed leg. This is the closest view I have gotten to her legs. Hairless and smooth. My heart started to beat faster. If I could just touch it .. I felt an erection in my pants. Looking down from where I am , I could see down her blouse into her partly exposed right breast. Fair and well rounded. I never dreamt she would have such perfect breast. Her floral bra cup was a bit loose and I could see her pink nipple. Gosh ! How I wish I could fondle them now ! My penis is throbbing with excitement and there is already a bulge in my pants. Kelly suddenly made a turn to the side to reach for a file and her shoulder brushed my crotch. She don't seem to know it what she hit, but that short stroke felt good .. I realized that I could easily cum anytime .. Shit .. I better cut my enjoyment short. I quickly made an excuse and tore myself back to my cubicle.

For the whole of the morning I could not concentrate on my work. I fantasized of her slim fingers carassing my cock and her lips sucking it. I wondered how her pussy would look like. And I am quite sure she has a nice ass. Ooh .. and I would love to masturbate to her breasts and spreaded legs.

(To be continued)

Mr. Mystery

AimeeBear on Masturbation Stories


I hate being alone. Boy, do I hate it. I mean, who doesn't? Even us women have to get some every once in a while. When I get to the point when my fingers cant please me anymore, I like to call those phone chat lines. I bet you've seen the commercials before, with the beautiful yet fake girl laying in bed, looking into the camera with romantic eyes to seduce you, telling you ho
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w "lonely" she is and how she wants you to call the line to talk to her and other hot, sexy singles. Since I am not the most attractive woman in the world, I figured it would be safe to meet some painfully desperate men who might not even care. But one day, I really got lucky. I met the perfect man. Till this day I call him "Mr. Mystery". He sent me a message, and I listened closely to his deep, kinda sexy voice talking through the receiver of my phone. He asked me what I was looking for. I sent a message back, telling him I was hoping to find a nice man to have a nice conversation with, and asked him what he was looking for as well. I waited for a response. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, he had responded, asking me if we could connect and actually talk. The way he asked just made me shiver in excitedness. So, I invited him to directly connect with me. The phone line went dead for a few seconds. "Hello?" I said, wondering, and a little scared, that I got disconnected. "Hey there", he responds, and I feel a rush of exstacy pour through my body. I giggled back a hello. "You know what I want?", he asks me, and really, I had no idea, so I reply "No", with another nervous giggle. He laughs, and says, "Your mouth around my throbbing cock". I let out a tiny gasp, not expecting him to say what he just did, as I feel the blood rush to my face and my nipples harden. "You like that, I can tell", and I can hear the big smile on his face as he said that. All I could let out was a "Mmhmm". He laughed, "Well, you can have your head bobbing up and down, and I can get underneath you and press my face into your sweet little flower". I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling my clit swell up. I listen to him start to breathe heavy and say, "I'd shove my tongue deep inside you, running my teeth across your clit sodtly, swallowing every little drop that comes outta you". I slowly unbutton my jeans and slip them off, along with my underwear and spread my legs open wide, petting my huge clit softly, feeling it start to throb. "Then, as I'm about to unload in your mouth, I pull your head off of my cock and kiss you softly, letting you taste your juices in my mouth". I lick my lips, imagining what his mouth, full of the taste of my pussy, would taste like. "Then, I'd stand you up, sit you on my kitchen counter, and shove my cock inside of you, pushing into you hard". My god. I shoved my fingers into my wet hole, letting out a huge moan. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, sexy? You love the feel of my hard cock pounding deep inside of you". I moaned a loud "Ohh, yes", three of my fingers shoving deep inside of me, my knuckles running over my g-spot. I listen to him moaning faster and faster, and he asks me in a deep voice, "Where do you want my cum baby?". Breathlessly, my fingers pumping inside me as I'm about ready to burst, I whisper that I want his cum in my mouth. I hear him grunt and groan as he tells me he is cumming. Then I hear him let out a strong moan, and as I hear him moan, I realize I can't hold on much longer. My pussy erupts, throbbing hard, dripping all over. As I catch my breath, recovering from the greatest feeling I have ever felt in my life, I whisper, "Thank you". He laughs and gives me a breathless "You're welcome". When I finally caught my breath, I went to ask him his name, when the lady's recorded voice tells me that he had disconnected. I let out a sigh and felt my face turn into a frown. So I hung up the phone, and tried to fgure out whether what just happened was real or not. I've tried looking for him many times, but I never found him. So, I guess he will be forever known as Mr. Mystery.

My Time Alone

justjim on Masturbation Stories

That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a
bottle
of wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes off
if I
wished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have been naked
though,
because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over the
arm, my
shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it s
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hould
have covered.
Little did I expect that by the end of the night the shirt would not
be all
I would take off.

My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share with
each other
those things of our own we think the other needs or would enjoy.
Sometimes
it's eerie the way we know what is on the other's mind. He must have
known I
was going to be alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS
tape with a
note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.

I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time
he brought
one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finished
watching the
movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my pussy was so
wet I'm
sure my dress was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I'm also
sure Luke
knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me after that
and I
always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to watch the guys
fucking
and licking the girls in the films and I especially liked to pretend
it was on
my stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it
into my
skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers until
their
wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in months. So I
especially
looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I took Luke's movie out of
it's
container and slipped it into the recorder.

The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I
anticipated.
This one did not have guys. It was only about girls.

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or it
might have
just been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I gradually
realized my
breathing had become shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat
beneath my
breast. As the women touched each other and kissed each other and
rubbed their
breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of myself only
hinted at
before. I found myself wishing I was with them. That it was my skin
being
stroked; my lips being kissed. My face became hot and flushed. I
looked over my
shoulder as though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
thoughts.
My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its cloth touched my
nipples
they became so sensitive I found my hand moving beneath the cloth,
cupping the
soft underside of my breast, my fingers gently squeezing each to make
sure the
feeling I was experiencing was really coming from me.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower, began bathing
each
other and as they rubbed the soap on the others bodies I became aware
of my
other hand slipping between my own legs, pressing hard against myself,
trying to hold in the response that was beginning to rise within my
body. After
soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair. When
they
finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their embraces. As I
watched
their lovemaking and gazed upon their newly shaved pink pussies, I
experienced
my first orgasm. I found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My
breasts ached
as I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I
finished I
knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything else; and I
knew the
evening would not be completed until I had been satisfied.

I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene, turned the
TV and
recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I lit some candles, saved
in the
bathroom for special nights, turned off all the other lights and
filled the
tub with water, scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given
me. The
t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its gentle
caress.
As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of the shower and
recalling the
vision of the newly bared mons and lips, my body took on a new
sensitivity.
Each nerve seemed more alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it
used my
own hand to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own
pubic hair.
I have never had very much and what is there is sparse and soft.
Because of
the blond color, it seems almost invisible. But that would not be
enough. I
knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and as the
razor glided
across my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness
within the
delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled perception of
fear. Starting
at the top and then moving down and back, I paid special attention to
the small
fine hairs around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below
the vagina
and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay back in the
water, my
eyes closed, and ran my fingers across the now smoothed pussy
confirming that
indeed all its hair was gone.

I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I moved to the
bedroom and
toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed lotion was obtained from the
dresser and
I returned to the TV room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of
gentle
music was selected and placed on the player. The TV and video were
started but
without sound as I realized the only words I wanted to hear would be
my own
thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I applied the lotion. First across
my chest
and then cupping each breast with one hand, I began to stroke the
upper
sensitive skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
areola and
nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the lotion to the
surrounding pink
areas, my nipples and the small papilla around them began to project
out. But
they were not hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and
sensitivity I had
not experienced before. I had to stop. As the women on the screen
made love to
each other I realized the only way I could join them would be within
my mind
and the TV images had become a barrier instead of a door to
fulfilling my
fantasy.

I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom. Laying on the
bed, in the
darkness, I became aware of my body in a new way; almost as though it
had an
existence of its own. My hand returned to my breasts and I found them
even more
sensitive than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers,
gently pulling
and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked body. A soft
ache
entered my pelvis. My hand move down my abdomen. Slowly the tips of
my fingers
began to brush across the newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me.
It was
like a voice from another area of my mind, an echo from another
existence. I
continued down to my labia, along the sides and then between. But now
I didn't
need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was flooding and as I caressed
my newly
smoothed softness I found there was nothing to compare with my own
silky cream.
My fingers found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste
and lick the
passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I felt a
strange and
freighting feeling begin to rise within my body. The palm of my hand
pressed
against my clitoris as my fingers slipped between my lips and into
the depths
of my vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
came back
as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and clitoris.

My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between slow and
fast became
meaningless as I began to lose control. The feeling within my pelvis
had taken
over. My heart ached from its pounding and I had to gasp for air
because
I forgot to breathe. Two, three, then four of my fingers found their
way into
my pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed
with the smell of perfume and my own body became a stimulant to my
senses as my
mind exploded with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the inner
ridges of my
vagina smoothed out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same
time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy,
trying to
prevent any escape. I heard a scream and realized it was my own.
Juices poured
from me as I began to rub and spread them over my body, my breasts,
my arms, my
face. I put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my
tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of my body. I was
insane
with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had taken complete control of
my mind
and body. I was its prisoner, it was my lover and I responded in any
way it
demanded.

I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the fog of
sensuality was
replaced with an overwhelming need for sleep. As I fell into a deep
sleep, I
thought of Luke and how I was going to explain my response to his
movie. I also
wondered if there was anyone else I could share it with.

resturant menu

Sonic690 on Masturbation Stories


I was 15 and my gurl was 16 and we went to a resturant to get a bite to eat and we were talking about when she would move in with me. Well we we sitting there and she started to kiss my neck and i look at her and she said we should have fun and i said here in the resturant and she said yea and she took my cock out of my pants and started to get it hard by stroking and kissing
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it. When it was hard she started to stroke it slow and gentle, then she put my hand under her skirt and she said go slow and gentle for now, well some people started to hear me and her start moaning and a waiter came by and said is everything ok and we kept goin and said yea were fine and when he turned around and walked away i bent down and ate her for a few minutes then fingered her harder and faster and she stroked me faster and harder till i reached that point and i said im going to cum and she bent down and stuck my cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could and i shot a huge load of cum up into her mouth just as the waiter came over to give us our food. Ever since we do it everywhere we can.

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