Just a quirky masturbation story [F] [mast]

I search my handbag for my keys, but I can’t find them; maybe because I’m half drunk. My head feels light, and I think I’m laughing. So, I search under the flowerpots in my front garden to find my spare key.

I open the door and throw my handbag on the sofa. I’m feeling tired but at the same time, I’m feeling excited to do something. Actually, I don’t know what to do or how I’m feeling exactly; I’m totally confused.

After few minutes of staring and thinking, I decide to take a nap to clear my mind. I take off my shirt and my pants, and I lie on the bed in panties and bra.

I try to sleep, but I can’t, so I take my phone from the nightstand beside the bed and I go through social media. Few minutes of scrolling and searching and I finally find myself checking out hot models’ pics on Instagram as usual.

I became obsessed with Instagram models since my boyfriend, George, left a week ago. We are used to having sex nearly every day, so this week was a bit of a struggle for me.

I didn’t masturbate since I lost my virginity long time ago, and I think I’m too afraid to try it now. Yes, I admit it, I am a horny girl; I love sex, and I’m always aroused, but masturbation is a completely different experience from sex, and I’m not gonna cheat on my boyfriend just because he’s away.

Nevertheless, while I’m scrolling down more and more pics, suddenly and out of nowhere, I get a call from George. “Oh what? Is that really George?” I rub my eyes with my hands. “It is 12:00 a.m., why is he calling me in such a late time,” I say it to myself out loud.

“Heeey, what’s up love?” he asks enthusiastically.

“Oh hey, baby, how are you? I missed you so much,” I say smiling the whole time.

“I missed you more. How is it going on with you?” he asks, clearly concerned about me. “Oh sorry, did I wake you up?” he quickly adds.

“No, you didn’t, I was trying to sleep, but I couldn’t,” I reply with obvious boredom in my speech. “Anyway, I’m doing well, but you know I’ll be better when you’re with me,” I smile.

“Oh baby, it’s just a couple of days and I’ll be back home,” he says comforting me. “What are you doing now?” he tries to open a conversation.

“Well, nothing I told you; I’m just lying in bed,” I say with a tired voice. “I’m feeling a bit confused; I think it’s because I’m tired, yet I can’t sleep.”

“Oh, I feel you,” he says sympathizing. He goes silent for a moment then he speaks, “What do you think about playing a little game to neutralize your mood?”

“Oh yeah, why not?” I reply, clearly excited. “But what kind of game exactly?” I inquire.

“Ok, it’s very simple; I ask you a question, and if you know the answer you order me to do something, but if you don’t, I order you,” he explains.

“Well, that sounds ok with me, but what sort of questions?” I inquire again.

“You’ll figure it out all through the game, but first I want you to open the speaker and put the phone on the nightstand beside you,” he directs me.

I do exactly as he said. “Yes baby, I’m ready. Can you hear me?” I inform him.

“Yes I can. Let’s start with the first question. Ok?” he asks.

“Ok, go for it,” I reply.

“Ok. Do you remember when the last time I gave you a facial was?” he asks, but his voice doesn’t indicate any sense of sarcasm.

“Oooh, you’re starting with a tough question,” I giggle loudly; I hear him laughing too. “Mmm, let me think…” I gaze for a moment. “I gave up, I don’t remember,” I utter.

“It was February 28, the end of the previous month,” he says, being kind of serious now. “Well, I think I gotta give you an order then,” he says, smirking I guess. “I’ll start with a simple one. Let me see, mmm… describe what you’re wearing now, but in a detailed and a sexy way,” he requests.

“Um, nothing, I told you,” I blurt out. “I mean I’m just in panties and bra,” I blurt out again. “Sorry, sorry, let me try again,” I gulp then I start describing the little pieces of underwear I’m wearing.

“Well, I’m wearing a dark pink embroidery bra. It’s decorated by flowers that are connected together, leaving little spaces to show off some flesh, and some of them flowers are on the edge delectably touching my skin.”

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s it,” he interrupts me.

“Yeah,” I chuckle then I continue, “The brief panties, which leave a visible pantie line on my ass, came with the bra in the same box. The front part, which is covering my pussy, is plain, but there are flowers, as well, on the fabric that is embracing my ass cheeks.”

“Mmmm, that looks pretty delicious on you,” this time I’m sure he was either smirking or licking his lips. “I wish I was near to feel this fabric on my hands,” he teases, but in a kind of serious tone. I giggle and my face blushes.

As I described my underwear this way, my drowsiness vanished, and I started to feel wet. I do have a fetish for underwear since I was young. When I was a teenager, I used to wear my mom’s underwear because that made me feel hot.

“Let’s move on to question two,” he clears his throat and utters, “what trademark of lube do I use when we fuck raw?”

“Get out, that’s not fair,” I protest immediately. “I mean I don’t get to see what shit you apply on your dick, as you always fuck me in doggy style with my head buried in a pillow,” I tirade defensively.

“Well, that’s no excuse baby,” he purrs. “I’m gonna give you an order.”

“No, you’re not,” I snap.

“Don’t cheat baby, rules are rules,” he states, obviously relaxed.

“Ok, ok,” I agree. “But next time, it is my turn to ask questions.”

“No, no, you can’t get to ask me until you answer one question correctly,” he states again.

“Ok, whatever, what you’re gonna ask me to do anyway?” I ask with a sexy tone.

“Well, I want you to lead your both hands to those big jugs of yours and touch them tenderly,” he requests, definitely serious this time. “But without removing your bra, be careful!” he adds.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s fair now,” I say seductively as I began massaging my tits slowly.

I cup my tits then I start caressing them in a circular motion. I learned this from porn, and I used it a lot to arouse my many boyfriends and myself, and I still use it.

After like a minute of fondling, my breath starts to get heavy and I feel a rush of moans accumulate in my throat, so I let them out loudly, one by one like a horny slut, “ah, ah, ah.”

“Oh yeah, that’s it babe,” he purrs. “Are you enjoying the game now?” he asks, sarcastically, I guess.

“Oooh yeah baby, that feels so good,” I say as I’m panting.

“Now I want you to release your right tit from your bra and put that pointy nip in your mouth,” he directs.

I reply with “ah, ah, yeah,” as I’m moaning loudly now. I take my right tit out of my bra exactly as he asked me to do, and I put my own nip in my mouth and I start sucking on it.

My tits are DD and they’re big enough that I can suck them myself, and George liked me to suck my own nips a lot because it is a big turn on for him; me tasting myself.

“Isn’t that tasty as usual?” he asks.

“Yes it is,” I murmur, as my breath is taken away from the vigorous sucking; I was sucking my own nip as if I’ve never done it before.

“That’s it baby, keep sucking on that nip and unclasp your bra from behind,” he directs. “C’mon baby, let those glorious tits be free.”

I lead my left hand behind my back and unclasp my bra. It unbuckles with an audible click that I’m sure he heard it.

“What a delicious sound!” he says, proving me right. “Now raise the other tit to your mouth and flick your tongue on your both nips,” he requests.

“Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good,” I murmur, as my tongue is very busy striking my nips like a dart, sending those agonizing, but pleasurable nerve pulses to my brain.

“Oh, fuck, baby that’s so fucking intense, I can’t take it” I cry out.

“Be patient baby, you’re gonna be ok, just move your right hand down to your panties and caress your pussy over that plain fabric,” he directs.

“Oh yeah baby,” I slide my hand down to my panties and I start caressing my pussy. I feel my pussy hair scratching my skin through the fabric, and my hand is moistened now because of the vast juice dripping.

I do it again and again until the tingling between my legs takes over as the dominant sensation. I’m so wet and horny now that the game isn’t on my mind at all; I’m just following his instructions instinctively.

“Now insert your hand under the fabric, push your middle finger deep down your slit and tell me how you wet you are?”

“Oh yeah baby, I’m wet, I’m so fucking wet,” I say soon after I push my middle finger deep in my pussy.

“Mmmm, that means you’re ready to fuck yourself,” he says. “For now, just slide down your panties and smell them for me,” he orders.

I immediately do as he requested and push my now soaked panties down, and then I bring them up to my face and I sniff them. “Aaaaah, they smell so fucking goooood,” I cry out.

A strong “ah” rings loud and clear in the room. “Is it me?” I wonder, no, it is more thick and throaty. I’m sure it isn’t me, I think it is George, yeah, he’s definitely stroking his cock now excited by my sexy loud moans.

“Baby, it seems like you’re having fun too,” I ask him to be sure.

“Oh fuck yeah, I am,” he replies

I’m now completely naked on my bed in a delirious state of pleasure and just waiting for his instructions on what to do next. “What am I gonna do now?” I ask soon after a brief moment of heavy breathing from both of us.

“Ok, now I want you to lead your hand to the drawers of the nightstand and find that big black dildo I bought you two weeks ago. The one you wanted to keep as a souvenir, the one with a spongy tip, you know it,” he explains. “And yeah the lube,” he adds.

“Ok,” I oblige and start searching for the items for my mission. That black dildo was a present George gave me, hoping I’d try it one day, but I told him I don’t masturbate, so I’ll keep it until we need it, and seems like it’s the time for it now.

“Did you find it?” he asks.

“Yes, I did baby,” I reply quickly.

“Pour a small amount of lube on the tip and slowly massage your pussy lips with that spongy tip,” he directs.

“Mmmm… oh, God…” I start humming seconds after I bgan massaging my pussy lips clumsily.

“Be careful not to touch your clit baby, you’re not ready yet, just slide the tip around it,” he states.

“But I can’t baby, it fucking aches, I must touch it,” I say.

“It’s alright, you can touch it a little bit, but be careful not to keep the focus on it,” he says.

“Oh yeah baby, I’m touching it right now,” I reply. “It’s fucking… delicious.”

“Oh yeah, now you can apply more lube on the whole body of the dildo and push it slowly into your pussy,” he says minutes after I started my pussy massage.

I lube the dildo from the base to the tip and burrow it slowly into my hot hole. I feel the dildo in my hand and its fucking thick, not only it is thick, but it is about eight inches long, and right now, its head is pressing into the entrance of my pussy

I feel it stretching me little by little, until it is nearly buried. I always thought size doesn’t matter, but fuck, it clearly does. I mean I never had something that big inside me; it is very big and thick that even George’s thick cock, the thickest cock I’ve had inside me in my long sexual life, can’t stretch me like this.

I start thrusting the dildo inside me in and out, in, out, slowly in, out, harder in. I’m really fucking myself now and I can’t help but moan loudly because of the intense euphoric feeling between my legs.

“Yeah, that’s it babe, keep it up, don’t stop,” he urges me. “You can use your other hand now to massage your clit,” he states.

“Fuck yeah,” I lead my left hand to my pussy and I massage my clit while I’m stil fucking myself with the thick dildo.

I feel like I lost thought of words and all I can say now is either a loud “yeah” or “fuck”. I was sweating and breathing heavy. I never thought I could get that high just by touching myself.

I try to push my middle finger in alongside the dildo to increase the delicate pressure, but I immediately back up as I realized I’m completely stretched and more pressure could tear my pussy.

I work my hand faster and faster now, while I’m touching and pressing on my clit, until my orgasm feels close. “Oh fuuuck, I’m gonna cum,” I cry out as my body shudders and I reach my peak.

“Let’s cum together baby,” George utters, reminding he’s here too.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I cry out as my outpouring passes in huge amounts as if there was a deluge inside my pussy.

“Fuuuck,” he cries out too, seconds after me.

“Ah, thank you baby; that was fucking amazing,” I say as I’m catching my breath.

“I think we should play this game every day until you’re back home.”

“Yes we definitely should,” he replies.

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