The Chronic Masturbation Syndrome: What do you use?

[Image]

Ah ha, Now I get it!

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night like usual to pee and get a drink of water and that's when it hits me! MrBates, NOT Mr. Bates. It really made me smile (I'm usually not that slow on the uptake); I was still smilin' when I fell back to sleep....
Hmmm, and why was I thinking about you in the middle of the night anyway, I wonder...
So subtle
So artful
So sexy

 

[MrBates]

A New Day!

Ah yes, now where were we here????

Oh yes....I had just pulled the second pair of slacks on. They fit fine, of course, being the same pair as the second. I stood and straightened them a bit and jiggled the waistband, and then turned for her to see the full all round view.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I can't believe we're doing this!" she replied. I just grinned, and began to undo the slacks. I pulled them off, and again took my time placing them back on the hanger. I'll admit, it was a turn on to be standing there in my underwear like that with her watching me, and I'm sure it was kind of obvious to her.

I stood there and turned to face her. "I'm kind of liking the way this is turning out though" I said, being very honest with her.

"Hmmmm....I can SEE that" she replied, her eyes checking me out carefully. She was obviously enjoying things as much as I was, and I was glad. I decided to keep going. I pulled my boxer-briefs tautly across the front of me, making my bulge quite evident, and asked her, "Like what you see, do you?"

"Very much so" she responded, watching me closely.

I toyed with the waistband of my underwear. I was a little nervous about security cameras...having no clue if there were any around. I pulled the waistband down a bit, exposing some of my pubic hair, but nothing else. Her eyes never left my midsection.

I decided not to get too carried away there, and stopped. Ok, so I was nervous and a bit of a chicken. "Come on", I said, "It's time to get out of here."

I pulled on my pants, and sat down to put on my shoes as she stood watching. She asked if I was going to buy the pants. "Nah...not right now" I told her as I grabbed the two pair of slacks and opened the door.

The saleslady was waiting out by the cash register and greeted us with a smile, asking if I'd like to take the slacks. "No thanks, I think we'll look around just a bit more" I told her as we walked out.

My friend was pretty much speechless as we walked out. "I can't believe you did that!" she exclaimed, "My God, I thought you were going to pull your underwear down right then and there!"

I looked at her and told her that the thought had crossed my mind but I hesitated because I was a bit concerned about security cameras. "But" I continued, "I didn't think you were going to stop me".

"Oh, believe me" she said, "Why would I stop you? You really had me going!"

I grinned, not being sure exactly how far we'd both be willing to go during our first meeting, but deciding not to let things get over with too quickly. "So" I ask, "would you like to see?"

"Well, sure!" she replied eagerly, "what do you have in mind now? Another store?"

"No.....not exactly" I told her, "Come with me!"

 

[TxBelle]

and then.....?

 

[Image]

She likes what she saw and I like what I'm hearing. I have an especially good visual of you adjusting the waistband of your briefs and exposing the pubic hair just enough to tease me, (I mean her) ... We ever you two are going, can I come too?

 

[West Mass Man]

Great story

This type of exposure scenario is a huge fantasy of mine as well... I'd love to do something similar with someone.... Thanks for sharing... And continue!!!!

 

[Image]

Damn the loyalty I have to my job! I must leave you all for now. Don't do anything too hasty! Have a great time though, wish I was there!

 

[MrBates]

So, We headed out....

Image, believe me, if you had been there and known what we were up to, I wouldn't have stopped you from joining in our little adventure.

She seemed to be comfortable with me, I guess having been convinced while we were in the dressing room that I wasn't an axe murderer or anything and really had meant what I'd told her in the emails we'd traded.

I told her if she was interested, we'd head out to my Expedition which was parked in the parking garage, and see if we couldn't arrange to show her a little more. She was game, saying if I was crazy enough, that she'd certainly come along.

We walked out the entrance nearest where I'd parked. It was a beautiful bright and sunny lunchtime, but I'd found a place on the bottom floor of the parking garage that wasn't real crowded. It wasn't deserted by any means, but I'd parked in a corner and backed in. It was a little dark down there, but by the time we got all the way over to where I was parked our eyes were more than adjusted. I opened the door for her and let her into the passenger side of the front seat, and then walked around and got in behind the wheel.

She looked at me and asked me if I was really crazy enough to go thru with this. I told her I was certainly willing to, if she wanted to see; and that I figured while there may be some cameras down there, I didn't think they could see what might be going on inside my car, so that we should be safe. She laughed, and said the heck with it, that she was game if I was.

So I slid the seat back a bit and undid my belt and unsnapped my pants, and then slid the zipper down, exposing my boxer briefs to her again, and then hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid it down slowly, teasing her, while she was watching very intently. Glancing up at her eyes, and seeing that she looked eager for me to continue, I did. I pushed the waistband of my underwear down and let my cock and balls become exposed to her view. I hooked the waistband under my balls, and fished myself out so I was pretty much right there in the open for her to see.

I was very turned on by doing this, and although I wasn't completely hard, I could feel my erection growing. She sat there calmly, and told me, "My, that's even nicer than I was imagining it might be when we were in the dressing room!" I was enjoying this, finding the thought of exposing myself to this 'stranger' to be very erotic. I ran my fingers through my pubic hair, caressed my balls, and softly traced my fingers over the head and shaft of my penis as it continued to become more and more erect.

She watched intently all this while, making little comments like, "very nice" and "mmmmmm".

I was really turned on by now. We'd discussed the possibility of something like this happening, but I don't think either of us really expected for it to progress this far during our first meeting. I know I was finding it very erotic, and from the looks of things, she was too.

"So" I asked, "would you like to see me make myself cum?"

She squirmed a bit in her seat, and looked me right in the eyes, and said, "Yes, oh God yes!"

I was pretty much fully hard by now, and my pants were open sufficiently so that I had full freedom to touch all of me. I reached under my seat and pulled out a towel I keep there for when I wash my car, and laid it across my clothes. I certainly didn't want to leave any tell-tale stains on myself, as I had to finish the afternoon still on my jobs; but I certainly wasn't going to let an opportunity like this slip by.

I began stroking myself softly, using the pad of my index finger to trace softly along all my most sensitive places. I was turned on beyond all belief by now, and knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

She appeared mesmerized by watching, and with her approving looks serving as further encouragement, I kept going. Pretty soon, some clear pre-cum began to flow out, and I carefully wiped it up with my towel. I kept going, and the flow of pre-cum became even heavier, drizzling slowly over the head and down the shaft as I continued touching myself. I even wiped some of it off the head of my penis with my finger and brought it to my lips, letting her watch me taste it. She just flat moaned when I did that.

I knew I couldn't last too much longer, so I asked her if she was ready to see me cum. "Oh yes" she told me, "quite ready!" I had myself right on the brink several times and had backed off, but with that, I was ready. I jerked myself wildly with my right hand as I felt my orgasm crash over me, and used my left hand to position the towel to make sure I didn't make a mess on my clothes. I jerked, spasmed, shot stream after stream of cum, and squeezed all the orgasm I could out of the situation, while she watched. Damn, that was hot.

When I was done, I carefully cleaned myself up while she continued watching closely. I squeezed the shaft of my penis from bottom to top so that I could get all the cum out that I could, hoping not to leave so much inside as it would later drain out and leave a noticable wet spot on the front of my pants.

She was awestruck, I think. She kept saying, "Wow...I can't believe you let me watch you make yourself cum like that!" and thanking me...and telling me how turned on she was.

But it was getting late, and she said she really had to get back to her office, as she'd already overstayed her lunch break. She playfully told me, "Damn you, do you know how WET you've made me after watching that?"

I laughed, and offered her a ride back to wherever she had parked her car. I dropped her off, and she thanked me again, before getting into her car, and then I drove off.

When I got back to my office later in the afternoon, I had an email from her again thanking me for meeting her; telling me what an erotic way to spend a lunch hour it had been, and that she had had to stop in the ladies room before going up to her office where she had 'taken care of her business' before heading back up to her desk.

Me? I was awestruck as well. That was totally erotic, a true fantasy of mine. I had a huge grin on my face the rest of the day.

And yes, we did meet again after that; but that's a whole new story.

 

[West Mass Man]

Thank you, MrBates.... You are a lucky man, and a good story teller... I'd love to do that for a woman

 

[Lance Hardrock]

Great story

I love the story MrBates. Please continue.

 

[Image]

Ahhh, back home once again

Yessss, now what was I doing before I was so rudely interrupted? That's right, you and your friend were headed somewhere a little more private, but where?
Sitting in front of the computer, I was already freshly showered, long hair blown dry and in my bra and panties. I wanted so bad to stay and finish listening to the story with the rest of you, but alas, you know how it can be.
So slowly I began to finish dressing myself, hoping for at least one more post before leaving. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror I let my hands slide over my body thinking about where you were taking her and how it would end. Raising my arms up over my head I slipped the dress over my head. It fell silkily over my breasts and down my ass. I admired myself once more, laced up my shoes, sighed and shut down the computer.
The drive to work for me is about 25 minutes. It's country driving, no stop lights or stop signs. A curvy road to negotiate but not too bad, so I had lots of time to think and fantasize and fondle myself. I had lots of time all day too....
I could have masturbated myself to orgasm several times today but it was your story to tell and I planned on enjoying every word of it.... and now, back home once again, I have. Oh how I love to watch a man with his pants down over his hips, his hand grasping his own hard cock... Those pearly drops of cum adding to the slipperyness of his stroke....

So here I sit in front of my computer again. Comfortable in my robe and panties, glass of wine in hand. The bra is already gone and I have big plans for myself tonight.
You inspire me, MrBates...

 

[warpedntwisted]

What do you use?

Hi to all here in the cronic ward!!!
We in mas and con can't afford the med coverage, so we jes' do it in the road!!)

A little somesome to answer the question posed by the title

 

[MrBates]

Re: Ahhh, back home once again

Ah, Image...my apologies for leaving you in such a state so as to impose sufferage on you all day long. Typing does take time, however....and you know, sometimes the anticipation can make things even more interesting.

I don't have any wine, nor drink of any kind at the moment; but the mental pic you leave me with is indeed most inspiring.

I don't mind being one to inspire; just don't think that I may be the only one, my dear, for I find you doing the same to me.....

I do like the way you think; and your observant nature.....

 

[Lance Hardrock]

Oh my

Image, that little tale (or should I say tail?) has inspired me as well. I think it's getting a bit warm in here.


Perhaps, I should shed some of my own warm clothing. I'm home alone..... nobody going to be here for a couple of hours. Hmmmmm, pants seem a bit tight. And it's so warm. I really don't need to wear them. It's just me, the computer and all my litmates out there. Why several of them are probably masturbating right this very minute, guys and gals too.

Ah.... that's better. I dropped my pants, kicked them away. Tighty whities soon to follow. Ah freedom. Freedom is good. So hot in those tight jockeys and those warm Dockers. So much better out in the open. Freshly shaved, smoooooooth velvety skin. Amazing how something so hard can feel so soft. And...... and..... soooooooooooo good. Oh yea, feeling so good now.

I click thru some more posts, some pics of my ladies, come back here to read about others masturbating. Truly a party for one.

Big sigh, it just feels so good, you know what I mean? No worries, nobody to please, only myself and that is soooo easily done. Just a bit tighter on the stroke, a bit slower now, marveling at the heat rising from my hard shaft. Enjoying how the knob feels as my hand slips up over it, edging me closer and closer to that ultimate thrill.

Mmmmmmm, some juice leaks out. I knew it was cumming. I catch it with finger and thumb, put it to my mouth, lick it off and go back down for more. Pulling my organ just a bit harder and tighter, coaxing that juice up again. Such a hot day. Such a deliciously hot day with my litmates. Love the women, love how they play and banter around and flirt so outrageously. Love the intimate pictures they post. Mmmmmmmm, such sweet beautiful women.

Ah there it is...... more tasty juice. And the feelings getting higher and higher. Oh yea, arching up off the office chair, now. Glad it has a tilt back. Leg's spread under the computer desk, bracing me. Thighs tight as the sensations deepen and become more and more demanding.

No more reading posts. The screen saver has come on, but who cares? I don't need that now. I just need to let my pleasure build a bit higher. I think that I should stop now, practice my TM, retain my semen for another day.

But why not let it blast? Such a hot day. So many lovely ladies. So hot. Ah....... sure let it go this time.

I feel the tenseness in my balls. I cup them with my left hand. They're so tight against the base of my shaft. I'm so erect, so hard. It feels soooooooooooo good. Oh yea, that's it. Just a bit more. A bit slower, a bit tighter right on the crown.


AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.

Ah there it is. OMG. Spurt after spurt. I aim it upward to land on my body. Hot. HOT. HOT cum. Shooting like a howitzer. And oh my god, the intensity of my orgasm is overpowering. I scream. I moan. I finish off with gasping sighs as the last of my jism leaks out from my still pumping hand.


I rest.


I cleanup.


I get dressed again and post this for you, hoping that it inspires some fun action for each and everyone of you.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... still feeling the afterglow, but also a new tinge of desire. The wife will be home soon.


Nite nite. Sleep tight. Or don't sleep at all.

 

[Image]

Re: Re: Ahhh, back home once again

Ah, Image...my apologies for leaving you in such a state so as to impose sufferage on you all day long. Typing does take time, however....and you know, sometimes the anticipation can make things even more interesting.

I don't have any wine, nor drink of any kind at the moment; but the mental pic you leave me with is indeed most inspiring.

I don't mind being one to inspire; just don't think that I may be the only one, my dear, for I find you doing the same to me.....

I do like the way you think; and your observant nature.....

My dear MrBates, you needn't apologize for the state you left me in this morning. The longing has made the evening that much sweeter. And the inevietable climax will surely reflect it! I don't know how much longer I can hold out but I really appreciate the ache I feel already. I welcome any suggestions for play you are willing to write about. Talk to me.....

 

[MrBates]

Talking to you...

Ah, I just love it when a woman is sure enough of herself to give orders....talk to you? Inspire you?

Begin as you are. Picture yourself in a dressing room if you will; but imagine that this time it is YOU who is trying on clothes....

Imagine slipping off your dress and slip; standing there in front of your wanton lover in just your bra and panties....knowing that your excitement is betrayed by the wetness that shows through your panties; and your scent which your audience can surely detect......

No hurry now, is there, to try that first dress on?

 

[Image]

Lance? Does your wife know about this dirty little secret you share with us?

 

[CTMan1960]

I think I might need to reform my masturbation mehtod... after reading all your masturbation stories, i feel like i'm missing out. Its weird, but i've always felt self-conscious, as if someone were watching me, if i ever have any strange session. Althoug i do love stripping infront of a mirror to NIN's "closer", and masturbating while stuck in traffic is fun too, but it happens on such rare occassions... i think i just need to walk around naked more often

red

Just found this thread tonight... glad I did

I masturbate at least twice a day... have since I was little. I have masturbated in my car many times, though usually not to completion. Too much mess...lol

Sometimes I like to tease myself all day and keep myself on the edge for as long as possible. Usually makes for a mind-blowing orgasm at the end! If I have the house to myself I'll walk around naked and masturbate/tease myself all day long.

Like touching myself at work often too... work at a university with a lot of good looking people walking around

 

[Image]

Re: Talking to you...

Ah, I just love it when a woman is sure enough of herself to give orders....talk to you? Inspire you?

Begin as you are. Picture yourself in a dressing room if you will; but imagine that this time it is YOU who is trying on clothes....

Imagine slipping off your dress and slip; standing there in front of your wanton lover in just your bra and panties....knowing that your excitement is betrayed by the wetness that shows through your panties; and your scent which your audience can surely detect......

No hurry now, is there, to try that first dress on?

No hurry at all...
Standing in front of the mirror I wonder why I'm even bothering to buy a new dress. I'm so tired of these endless dinner parties, all designed to promote the egos of the stuffy, old, unimaginitive gentlemen. Trophy wives we are called.... Oh yes, I am a trophy but he is no gentleman. I think back to the email I received today from my internet romance. Now he is a gentleman, with an imagination to match.
But I'm told I must have a new dress for tonight so making the best of it I try to imagine that my fantasy lover is watching me. Watching me as I slowly undress. The dress I've chosen first is a black, strapless, satin one, zippered in the back. I have to remove my bra, I don't need one, this dress has a built in shelf to hold my breasts up. Damn, I love to look at my own tits. I think they are one of my best assets. I'm a (natural) 40 D, perfectly rounded, a heavy handful. Maybe I'll just use this time to play with myself a little. I pretend that he is hiding just outside the dressing room and I picture him rubbing himself as he watches me undress. I know he is a voyeur and that appeals to the exhibitionist in myself. My eyes wander up and down my form and in the mirror I can see a wet spot appearing through my panties. Just a small spot but when I slip my fingers under the waistband and into the soft fur of my cunt, it is a heavier flow than I thought. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I taste the sweet, salty droplets on my lips...

It really doesn't matter what dress I choose. They all look the same anyway. And the way I fill them out so perfectly, those horny old bastards will only notice my ass anyway....

 

[MrBates]

Re: Re: Talking to you...

No hurry at all...

It really doesn't matter what dress I choose. They all look the same anyway. And the way I fill them out so perfectly, those horny old bastards will only notice my ass anyway....

Oh, believe me, Image, some of us horny old bastards really do appreciate the entire package.

Thoughts of me being lucky enough to be the one occupying your dressing room with you are indeed enticing; picture me sloughing back a bit watching you, just beginning to rub myself through my khakis; watching with interest as your hands slip beneath your waistband....

And how did you know that is one of my all time favorite thoughts????

 

[Image]

Gee, I never noticed you standing there until now. So close and yet so far, huh? That's the best part though, touching each other with our minds and our imaginations. Begging....
So enrapt with my own sex I hardly notice when you back up against the wall opposite the mirror. It's not too comfortable but a place to relax a little. I'd offer you the little seat in the corner but I plan on sitting there myself. I see it as kind of a little stage. You are the audience and I am the feature actress.
Rubbing my palms up and down my hips and up to cup my huge tits, I draw a deep breath. My nipples harden and the dark areola shrink with the chill. Shivers run up and down my spine. I know will have to play this out now.
Now, I am one of those lucky women who have boobs large enough to suck on myself. Turning my back to you and facing myself, I take a good long look as I lick and bite each nipple in turn, and then grasping them together watch myself mouthing both at once.
Sneaking a peek behind me in the glass, I see that your khaki's are unbuttoned and unzipped.... Your shirt is unbuttoned as well and I love the soft hairyness of your chest and abdomen.....
Our eyes meet.. what are you thinking? Do you like seeing me undress in front of you? Do you like seeing me touch myself? Do you want more?

 

[MrBates]

Gee, I never noticed you standing there until now. So close and yet so far, huh?

Our eyes meet.. what are you thinking? Do you like seeing me undress in front of you? Do you like seeing me touch myself? Do you want more?

Ah, Image, I most certainly didn't mean to startle you, and yes....I most certainly do enjoy the sight of you slowly, and teasingly, undressing while I watch. (In case you couldn't tell from the way my khakis are puddled around my knees, huh?)

Do I like seeing you touch yourself?
Yes....I certainly do. One of my oldest and still most often utilized fantasies.....

What am I thinking?
Just what a wonderful way to spend my time....the second dressing room experience in one day!

Do I want more?
Absolutely...pardon me while I watch you continue, and softly stroke the shaft of my very erect penis.....

 

[Image]

You know, I just realized what an exhibitionist I really am. Why don't you relax, you look a little uncomfortable my watcher, just standing there. Here, take the rest of these dresses. I gather up the dresses, one satin, 2 others silk and throw them on the ground to give you a soft place to kneel. Then I sit myself down on that triangular cushioned seat about 3 feet opposite you. My hands are on my knees, slightly splayed....
I see how hard your cock is. It is engorged and throbbing in time with each beat of your heart. Go ahead, take it in your hand....

 

[MrBates]

*watches intently as he wraps the fingers of his right hand softly around his hardened shaft*

 

[Image]

Watching you kneel upon the wrinkled silks, you face me. I tell you with my eyes, you are not to touch me, only yourself, but my chin raises slightly making you think I am purposely exposing my soft, vulnerable neck, offering it to you. Confused? No, you know the rules of the dance....

 

[Image]

Is this going too far?

MsBates, are we allowed to be posting this, shall we say, specific story, on on open thread like this? Much to my delight, it has gone a little further than I thought it would. But such is the nature of the beast, I suppose.

PS. Anybody reading and listening in, is this OK? What is the etiquette on a thread like this? I don't want to be expelled from here right before I've hit my 100th post. I have been sooo looking forward to getting an avatar.