Masturbation Pier

[R Nitelight]

OOC: Jon Curly. 27 years old. 6'1". 180. Blonde hair. Blue eyes.



IC:

You can meet some really interesting people at Masturbation Pier.


It was pretty quiet for a Saturday night.
I had been jerking off for about an hour, and had already come twice, but there was frankly something missing. I was getting ready to zip up and head home when suddenly they arrived.
And things got interesting.

 

[Isolde]

Nitelight..you are very disturbed...I can work with that

OOC: Jennifer Cummings, 5' 3", long black hair, grey eyes

IC: Masterbation Pier. This was my turf. Everyone knew I was queen of cumming....it was even in my name. It was something I did good...well...hell, however you say it. It almost made up for my lack of height...though I was just tall enough to help any guy I chose to....well, you get the picture.

I wasnt alone. I never am. I hate doing this alone. I love the spotlight, especially when that spotlight is centered on my larger than normal clit. The heat of the spotlight helps me cum.

I was dressed in black leather as were my friends. All girls and all learning from the best. Me. They were my students. They had cum far and wide to see me do what I do best and learn how to do it themselves. And, no, that is not a typo.

My three inch spikes seemed to give me added height but in reality they simply made it almost impossible for me to walk. Fuck it. I wanted to look cool tonight. Stumbling forward, my larger than averarge...for my height anyway....boobs led the way and I found a place to sit.

The girls gathered round and sat at my feet. God, I loved my reputation. Standing long enough to remove my jacket, I dropped it to the floor to reveal a black tank top that was drawn tight along my chest revealing that I had no bra.

Slithering out of my black leather pants, one of the girls...Susan...helped me peel out of them and it took a few minutes but soon, my black lace panties were in full view. Soon they joined my jacket and pants on the ground.

Sitting back, I threw my head back and spread my legs, letting them get a good look at my soft petals....glistening with wet anticipation at the treatment they were about to get.

I opened my eyes long enough to look at the stranger there and give him a smile as my fingers went down to brush along my inner thigh....just passing over the outer lips of my heated pussy. I licked my lips and gave him a wink. I think he is going to like the show.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Man wish this one had gone somewhere, mind if I play one of your 'students'?

 

[stiff1xxx]

If you'd like to continue here I'd like to join

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Michelle moved her hand up to the back of her neck scritching it gently. Her eyes cast around, hardly no one in sight. She'd come to see the master work. Whenever she did herself nothing happened, she hardly elicited pleasure much less a climax. She'd never actually had an orgasm anyways. Her face was a frown. No where, Jennifer Cummings must not have arrived yet.

She sat down on a car hood and idly let her hands drift under the bottom of her short skirt. Flower print. It clashed nicely with her leather jacket, but gave her just the look she went for. Sweet and innocent with a naughty side. She smiled as her finger grazed over her pantiless sex. Her fingertip sliding within the hot slit.

Her eyes scanned the area, a few scattered young men around jerking themselves off. I sighed, lucky bastards... it was so much easier for them.

She looked down again her soft brown ringlets tight around her head, bounced as she did. She concentrated as her first finger slid withing the crack, her thumb resting on the soft nub of her clit.