This is a story that is interactive in a way. It has instructions for any ladies reading to masturbate along with it. Read slowly, really imagine the scene. The more you keep to the instructions, the more fun you’ll have. What you’ll need: just your hand. If you have a vibrator, great. If not, it’s no problem, you’ll have fun anyway. Instructions are in brackets.
I hope you enjoy the story!
(Start by getting naked, on your bed, legs wide apart, as exposed as you can. Slowly rub your clit, add moisture if you need. If you’re feeling super slutty, suck your fingers and make them nice and sloppy. If you’re not feeling that, do it anyway)
You’ve been looking forward to this night out for a while. Katie is getting married to her hunky fiancé, Adam, whos she’s known for 5 years. She’s celebrating by having a girly hen party, college style. Drinks, getting ready together, clubbing, coming back to the hotel and climbing into your big, soft bed. Like the good old days, with the added luxury of all having a room each, unlike your college days together. Back then you were both perennially single, flirting and dating, partying, fucking. It’s a bit different nowadays with both of you tied down by career driven men. Although, perhaps just for tonight, getting lucky in the club is on the cards tonight…
No, you can’t think like that anymore. Ben is a great boyfriend, handsome, smart, hard working. Too hard working sometimes. You wish he’d pay you half that attention. Finance pays him well, but you don’t see him enough. You don’t fuck enough either. You’re used to regular orgasms, something he can’t always give you due to his busy job. And he can’t help his size. Average is fine. He tries his best. You can’t help to think back on some college guys you hooked up with back in your younger days however. Besides, you’re only masturbating to the thought late at night when he’s away, there’s nothing wrong with that, right? And sure, sometimes, you think about them when he’s getting his five inches into you. He doesn’t need to know that though…
“Hellooo, Ash, you there?” You snap back to the current moment. The club music pounding. Your little black dress, very short, legs sticking to the leather seat below you. It’s backless, and a lot less material than you’re accustomed to these days. Katie is two inches from your face, handing you a shot of Tequila. She throws hers back and makes the face, before laughing and shouting “C’mon Ash, down it, I wanna dance!”
You grimace and throw your least favourite drink down your throat, the less than pleasant sensation and taste reminding you why you stopped drinking it. You’re already quite drunk. Ben is into his fitness, running, and doesn’t bring you out to drink much. You’ve lost the ability to throw back shots without consequences. You feel good though. You look up at Katie and an involuntary giggle escapes your lips. You and Katie lock eyes and laugh together before she pulls you up out of the chair. You start making your way to the dancefloor with a couple of the other girls, Tasha and Charlotte. The place is packed. Or maybe it’s normally this busy. You haven’t been out in a while.
(Slightly speed up your touching. Run your finger/vibrator down your pussy lips every 10 seconds or so. Tease that little hole of yours)
The four of you begin to form a little circle on the small dancefloor, getting into dancing. Charlotte, the blonde of the group with the long legs, gets into it quickly. She’s always been effortlessly sexy with everything she does.
“This is fun” you think as you begin to get into dancing too, trying to keep to the beat, hands getting higher and higher, hips starting to move. The club is dark, industrial in vibe, very cool. The techno is constant, the crowd mainly rich, hot, young urbanites. Your dress shows off a lot more than you’re used to, but you’re drunk and it feels freeing. A few guys make their way onto the dancefloor and join your little circle. They start dancing with you. You can tell a few are ogling Charlotte. Katie, typical Katie, is immediately pushing her ass into a guy. She was always envious of Charlotte’s beauty, and did some pretty slutty things to get the attention of whatever men were in the vicinity. Her poor husband to be. If only he saw her now. Although, you thought, at least he hadn’t seen her in college. The things you’ve seen her do…
All of a sudden, there’s a body behind you. He must be tall, you can feel your ass against his legs. It feels like he’s cut from stone. His body is muscular, broad, unyielding. You, in the spirit of the night, decide to play along. It is supposed to be a throwback to your college days after all. (Touch yourself faster now) You push back against him and starting grinding your ass against him. You feel his hands on your hips. He makes you feel like a tiny doll, his big strong hands exploring your body. Everyone is slowly getting more and more packed together, so you don’t really mind him touching your body. A few songs go by, you and him just enjoying the feeling of body on body. You’re wet. You can’t deny it to yourself. Your lacy panties are starting to stick to you. He squeezes your sides, slowly moving up until his hands are on your boobs, grabbing two handfuls and gently applying pressure. It feels electric. Ben couldn’t do that. Oh shit. Ben. I can’t be doing th…holy shit is that his dick you can feel against your back?? It feels as wide as your forearm. It doesn’t feel real, it’s gotta be something else? But what? He’s hard. You’ve made him hard. That thought excites you. You haven’t caught the attention of many guys recently. It feels as good as it used to, better even. His hand has wandered down to the hem of your dress. Under it. He pulls your tiny lace panties to the side. Holy shit you’re dripping, how embarrassing. He’ll know how much you want him to keep going. (Put one finger in you now, go along with the story. Do what he does) He pushes a finger deep into your pussy. You let out an involuntary moan. Fuck this feels so good. He slowly pushes in and out, holding you upright with the other arm around your waist. You can’t even see the others in the crowd anymore but it doesn’t matter. Your world is whatever this man wants to do with you. In, out, in, out. He’s got rough hands, like he lifts a lot. Judging by his body, that checks out. A second finger in you. Wow, he’s already pretty much how Ben feels, and that’s just his fingers. He starts again, stretching your tight hole with his strong hands, stopping to rub your clit every 20 seconds or so before diving back in for more. The music thumping, the dancing people, the man whose face you haven’t even seen yet, this is bliss. You want more though. Your drunk brain has decided he’s coming back to the room with you. You want to be a slut again. Before he makes you cum on the spot, you want to see that ridiculous package that you felt. You grab his hand and take it from out of your panties. You put it to your mouth, closing your eyes and sucking his fingers deeply. Choking on them as they touch the back of your throat. You taste good today. You open your eyes and see Katie looking at you from the crowd, open mouthed and in shock. She smiles, deviously, and puts a finger to her lips, before mouthing “have fun” to you.
(Back to just touching your clit, go fast. I want you to get pretty close. Try keep on the edge. This will be a few parts, so you’ll be cumming soon enough. Don’t you dare cum until I say you can)
You grab his arm, and pull him towards the door. The hotel is across the road, You’re desperate to get there. You pull the hem of your skirt down, panties still off to the side but you don’t care. Through the crowd, up the steps, past the seated area, and finally, a gust of fresh air as you’re out. You turn around. At last, you get a look at him. Tall, built like Superman, with tousled brown hair and a strong stubbled jaw. He’s like something from a fairytale. You reach up and kiss him deeply, tongue exploring his mouth, his tongue reciprocating. Your arms are around his neck, his on the base of your back. You break away. “Let’s go to the hotel, now. I have a room” you say breathlessly, as you gesture. “Lead the way” he says in a deep, buttery voice. 30 seconds later and you’re inside your room, legs wrapped around his waist, his shirt on the ground. You practically ran in the door, up one floor on the elevator, and he was stripping before you even had the door opened. He has you pinned against the wall, holding your body off the ground with ease. Ben couldn’t even try that. He’s weak as fuck. Fuck Ben. You deserve better. He picks you up even further, and puts your legs on his shoulders. Your head is almost touching the ceiling. He starts eating your pussy with the passion of a man who’s been trapped on a desert island for a year. No foreplay, not as if he needed it. You’re already dripping down his front. His tongue straight into your little pussy, lapping up the taste of you before going back to lightly flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. This guy is a fucking wizard. You can’t even see straight right now. Waves of pleasure shoot through your body with every flick of his tongue. You’re holding yourself there by his hair, your body already so close to cumming. (You’re going to cum along with the story. There will be a countdown. When I say cum, you cum)
He takes a tiny break “you close?” He grunts, before diving back in. “Yes, fuck yes” you moan, already on the edge.
Another break “Cum when I say. I’ll count down. Ready?” “Yes Daddy please”
Daddy? Who cares, it felt right.
“3”
He dives in again, your pussy leaking like it never has with Ben. Body twitching all over. Legs trembling.
“2”
You’re over the edge but you can’t cum until he tells you to
“1”
Your legs, spread wide as they can, are shaking like leaves.
“Cum”
And you do. Your body loses all function and you start to spasm, squirting onto his strong chin and down his chest. He keeps licking, sending wave after wave of true bliss through you. You can’t stop cumming, it just keeps going and going. Eventually, it subsides, and he takes you down from his shoulders. He lays you flat out on the bed. You lay there and try to stop quivering. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and starts unbuckling his belt…
Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed please let me know, if you’d like another installment I’d be happy to keep going. If you want me to write one about you or have a specific idea in mind, I will definitely consider it. Hope you had a lot of fun!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yg1kkm/interactive_story_from_a_womans_perspective
Holy shit. Write more of these!