Masturbating During a Movie … Would They Notice?! [mfm] [facefuck] [squirt] [anal] [facials]

I really don’t know what came over me. My boyfriend had a friend over to watch a movie. We were all sitting on the sofa. I was resting with my legs over the arm of the sofa, my head in my boyfriends lap. His friend was on the other end. We were all just sitting in the relative dark. Watching a movie.

And then, I was overcome with this urge to masturbate. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I didn’t think they’d notice because it was so dark? And at first they didn’t notice. I was really quiet. I slid a finger under my pajama pants and started to rub my clit ever so slightly.

I wouldn’t cum, I told myself. I’d just bring myself to the edge and then excuse myself. The rush of almost getting off would be enough. I’d run to our bedroom and finish the job there, so I could moan a little louder.

But the more I rubbed, the more I wanted to see if I could actually make myself cum in total silence without fidgeting and squirming.

I rubbed and rubbed. I could feel my cunt getting wetter by the second. But I didn’t want to finger myself. The sound would be a dead giveaway. A gushing wet cunt being pumped by fingers is not a sound you can cover.

Or was it?

I had to test. I slid one finger in. VERY. SLOWLY. I inhaled softly. I wished I could turn around and look at them. Did they see me? Were they watching and pretending they didn’t notice? What if my boyfriend’s FRIEND noticed but not my boyfriend?

All of this just made me soak.

Would my boyfriend be turned on? Would he be furious?

I took my fingers out of my cunt and began to rub again. I was closer now. My nipples were rock fucking hard. Not being able to fidget was driving me crazy. I had to move. I needed to move. I *needed* to squirm.

“Mm,” I accidentally moaned.

My eyes popped. I yanked my fingers out of my pajama pants in a panic, causing the elastic band to snap against my flat stomach.

I gasped.

“What are you doing?” My boyfriend asked suddenly.

“Nothing!” I responded a little too quickly. “I mean … nothing …”

“What? What are you … pause the movie,” he said to his friend.

“No don’t pause the movie, everything’s cool.”

My boyfriend looked at me. He wrinkled his brow. He couldn’t exactly see what I was doing. But he did see my nipples stabbing holes through my tattered old shirt.

The dots started to connect. Rock hard nipples. A soft moan. A rush to deny anything.

His ruffled brow morphed into a shocked face. He wanted to say something. His mouth was forming the word “you” but no words came out. He cocked his head.

“What’s going on over there?” My boyfriend’s friend asked.

“I was masturbating okay,” I blurted out.

“What?!” My boyfriend and his friend shouted.

“You were what?” My boyfriend asked.

“I was bored. I didn’t think you’d notice … I’m sorry.”

“You’re so weird,” he said.

“Sh-should I … continue?”

I could see my boyfriend’s cock throb under his pants. I gulped, eyeing his bulge. I looked to his friend. He was hard, too.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I stood up and ripped my clothes off. They watched in awe. I sat down on the chair across from them, spread my legs and masturbated for them both.

My boyfriend’s friend rubbed his cock over his pants.

“You can take it out,” I whispered. “You both can …”

They unzipped their pants. They took their cocks out. They started to stroke them. And then, there we were, in the relative darkness of our living room. Masturbating.

“I’m cumming,” I whispered as I fingered myself harder. I rubbed my clit with my other hand. I writhed. I squirmed. I moaned.

“Oh fuck,” I grunted as I pumped my fingers in and out.

All I could hear over my soaking wet pussy were the sounds of two men masturbating across from me. Stroking their cocks. Pumping their cocks.

“Fuck this is hot,” I moaned. “I’m cummiinnnggg.”

I arched back and collapsed into the chair in a heap.

“Come fuck me,” I begged. “Both of you.”

They stood up. My boyfriend walked over and dropped to his knees. He slid his cock into my pussy and pumped. Hard. I moaned.

“Bring me your cock,” I said to my boyfriend’s friend.

He walked over and I took his cock in my mouth, sucking on him, slurping, gagging. Spitting. Stroking. He was moaning.

“Swap,” I begged.

They swapped positions. My boyfriend’s friend had a nice thick cock. He fucked me hard. He pounded into me. He fucked me in a way that said, *I’ve wanted to fuck you forever.* He was making memories. He was slamming me. Hard.

He yanked me to my knees, stood up and jammed his cock down my throat. I gagged and drooled spit all over my tits.

He helped me up and escorted me to the sofa. He sat down.

“Ride me,” he begged.

I straddled my boyfriend’s friend and bounced up and down on his thick shaft while he sucked my nipples. My boyfriend walked off. Where did he go? He wasn’t upset, was he? No, I thought. He would’ve said something.

A second later, he returned and pushed me down, pressing my tits into his friend’s face. He had lube! He poured it all over my pink asshole and slid a finger inside.

I was soaking. My boyfriend’s friend’s cock was covered in my creamy juices. I was so wet. I slid up and down slowly while my boyfriend warmed up my asshole for a while with his fingers. He started with one. He moved to two. He pulled my asshole apart and spat on it. His saliva ran down my asshole and onto his friend’s hard cock.

“Fuck my ass,” I begged.

My boyfriend stepped up behind me and carefully pressed his lubed up cock into my asshole. For the first time in my entire life, I was being double penetrated. I was trembling with euphoria. There were two cocks in my holes. At the same time. I was delirious.

“Fuck me with your cocks,” I begged.

They pumped in unison.

“Run a train on me,” I begged, sliding off their cocks and getting onto my hands and knees. My boyfriend’s friend put his cock up my ass and fucked me. Hard.

My boyfriend stood patiently behind him, waiting for his turn.

After a while, the friend yanked his cock from my ass.

“Your turn,” he said to my boyfriend, who entered my ass and fucked my brains out.

I moaned as I rubbed my clit, my head resting on the couch cushion. My boyfriend spat on my face and slapped me playfully.

I was in heaven. I was shaking. Trembling.

“Swap,” I begged.

They swapped. My boyfriend’s friend spat on my face.

They moved back and forth, sharing my asshole for a while.

“On your knees,” my boyfriend barked.

I collapsed off the sofa and dragged myself onto my knees.

My boyfriend stepped forward and forced his cock down my throat. He held my head in place. He spat on my face. My eyes bulged. Saliva gushed out.

“Taste your asshole,” he barked.

I dragged my tongue all over his shaft, tasting my asshole.

“Good whore,” he grunted.

He yanked his saliva covered cock from my throat and stepped aside.

“Your turn,” he said to his friend, who stepped forward and throated me while my boyfriend watched.

“Take it,” the friend grunted. “Deeper. Good girl.”

The magic words: Good girl. I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit. I yanked his cock from my throat.

“You’re gonna make me squirt,” I shouted as I fingered myself.

The friend hoisted me up onto the sofa and threw me down. I spread my legs and jackhammered my cunt with my fingers.

“I’m gonna squirt!” I shouted.

The friend dropped to his knees, mouth open as I sprayed a wave of squirt all over his face.

“Yesss!” He shouted. “Fuck yes!”

I kept squirting. Spraying him. Soaking him.

He stood and dragged me back to my knees. He spat some of my squirt into my mouth.

“Suck,” he begged.

He pumped his cock down my throat. Hard. I gagged.

“GAUGH!” I grunted. A thick wave of saliva gushed out of my mouth and splattered onto the floor.

My boyfriend stepped in and pressed my head into the thick puddle of saliva. I slurped it up and spat it onto their cocks.

“Cum on my face,” I begged. “Please.”

They stood, stroking.

“Cum at the same time if you can. I want to get rained on.”

They nodded. Instructions were understood. They stroked.

“I’m close,” my boyfriend said.

“Almost,” his friend said.

My boyfriend slowed down. They were watching each other. I was drunk with excitement. My hair was a mess. My face was covered in saliva. I could feel my asshole still gaping open and closed.

“Okay,” the friend said. “I’m close.

My boyfriend pumped faster.

“Now?” He asked.

“Almost. I’m so close. I’m … I’m gonna ….”

My boyfriend stroked faster.

“Soak my face!” I begged.

“I’m gonna cum!” They both shouted in unison.

They stepped forward and emptied their balls over my face, crisscrossing me with sperm. Thick, heavy ropes of semen shot out of them, covering my whore face. I couldn’t believe I was getting a double facial after getting double penetrated and face fucked.

I was such a whore. I was so turned on.

“YES!” I howled. “YES! Cum on me! Cum all over me!”

They emptied themselves over my face. I was trembling. I collapsed back against the sofa and rubbed my cunt while they watched. I could feel their cum continue to drip out of their cocks and onto my legs as I made myself cum.

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

“Better than the movie, huh?” My boyfriend asked.

“Way better,” I purred.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11rxp7p/masturbating_during_a_movie_would_they_notice_mfm