Jerk It for Me with Multiple Celebs

[TheLW]

Jerk It for Me #1
With Camila Mendes
Written by TheLW
Codes: Dirty Talk, JOI, Verbal Degradation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

You’re such a fucking pervert. God, just look at you, already hunched over in the dark like a sad little gremlin, pants shoved down around your ankles, that pathetic excuse for a cock twitching in your hand the second my face appears on your screen.

I’m Camila Mendes, in the flesh. My perky tits are straining against this tight black crop top, my long dark wavy hair cascading over my shoulders, and my piercing brown eyes are staring straight into your soul... and all I feel is pure disgust. You make me sick. Seriously. I can practically smell the stale cum and desperation leaking through your monitor.

But fine. Since your tiny little worm is already leaking like a broken faucet, I’m going to tell you exactly what I think about you. And you’re going to stroke while I do it. Two fingers only. Nice and slow. That’s all a micro-dick like yours deserves.

I bet you have the smallest, most useless cock on the entire planet. Go on, squeeze it for me. Show Camila. Yeah... that’s what I thought. Two fingers wrap all the way around it with room to spare. I bet it’s never made a single girl cum in your entire worthless life. I bet every time you’ve tried to fuck someone, she just laid there staring at the ceiling, waiting for you to finish so she could fake an orgasm and send you home.

I bet you still pull out a ruler every couple of months, praying it grows even half an inch, and every single time you end up crying because it’s still under four pathetic inches hard. How does that feel, knowing I’m laughing at your measurements right now?

I bet you spend every single night right here, just like this, scrolling for mean girls who’ll destroy you. You don’t even try talking to women in real life anymore, do you? Why would you? They’d take one look at that shriveled little shrimp dick between your legs and either laugh in your face or block you forever. So instead you pay girls like me to remind you how revolting you are.

That’s right, keep pumping those two fingers over the head while I stare at you like the waste of space you are. Look at my tits bouncing a little as I laugh. You’ll never touch them. Never even smell them. They’re for real men only.

I bet you still live in your parents’ basement. Or some filthy studio apartment that reeks of old socks, cum-stained tissues, and shame. I bet your search history is nothing but “Camila Mendes small penis humiliation,” “tiny dick jerk off instructions,” and “girlfriend laughs at my cock.”

I bet you’ve never lasted more than thirty seconds with anyone. Hell, I bet most girls didn't even let you put it in before they told you to just jerk off onto their stomach and leave. I bet the last time a girl actually touched you she was blackout drunk and felt sorry for you, and even then she couldn’t stop giggling at how small it felt in her hand.

Look at you... throbbing harder already, aren’t you? My words are making that useless little nub leak all over your fingers. Disgusting. But I’m just getting started.

I bet you’re still a virgin in every way that actually matters. I bet you’ve never eaten pussy. I bet you’ve never once made a woman wet, not even close. I bet the only thing you’re good for is edging your sad little clit-dick while a goddess like me tells you how repulsive you are.

I bet you’ve bookmarked every single humiliating video I’ve ever done, replaying them on loop until your hand cramps and your tiny balls turn blue. I bet you even talk to your pathetic little cock out loud sometimes, whispering “I’m sorry I’m so small” like the broken loser you are.

Stroke a little faster now. Two fingers tight, up and down that whole worthless length, but don’t you dare go any quicker than I allow. I want to watch you suffer for me.

I bet you’ve never had a girlfriend who didn’t cheat on you with someone packing actual inches. I bet your friends make “micro-penis” jokes about you behind your back. I bet you jerk off to my videos at work in the bathroom stall, terrified someone will hear the wet little sounds your hand makes on that tiny thing.

Edge. Stop. Hands off right now. Look at it twitch and beg for mercy. See? Even your own dick knows it doesn’t deserve my attention.

Good boy. Now hands back on, slow again. Tease the head with your thumb while I lean closer so you can see every disgusted flicker in my piercing brown eyes.

I bet you’ve tried every “penis enlargement” pill, pump, and cream on the market and they all failed miserably. I bet you cry after you cum because the post-nut clarity hits and you realize how truly disgusting you are. I bet you’ve sent unsolicited dick pics to girls online and every single one either blocked you or sent back rows of laughing emojis and “is that a clit?”

I bet your porn folder is 95% small-penis humiliation and the rest is cuckold videos where the beta looks exactly like you.

Faster now. Both fingers flying on that sad little nub. I bet you pay for custom videos just so a hot girl will say your name while she destroys your ego. I bet you’ve ruined every relationship you’ve ever had because your tiny dick couldn’t stay hard long enough to matter. I bet you’re addicted to this, to me, to the way my perfect body and cruel words make you feel like the lowest creature on earth.

Edge again. Stop. Hands off. Watch it throb and drip while I smile sweetly at how broken you are. One more round, loser.

Grip it. Pump. Faster. Harder. Look me dead in the eyes, these piercing brown eyes that could make any real man melt, but all they do for you is fill with contempt.

I bet you’ll never satisfy a woman. I bet you’ll never be wanted. I bet you’ll always be laughed at behind your back. And the only place you belong is right here, jerking your pathetic little cock to me while I tell you how sick you make me.

Three...

Two...

One...

Cum. Right fucking now. Shoot that worthless load all over your hand like the disgusting little pervert you are. Yeah… there it is. Look at that sad little spurt, three weak dribbles and you’re done. Pathetic.

Now lick it up. Every single drop. Scoop it off your fingers and swallow while I watch and laugh. That’s all a sick fuck like you deserves after wasting my time.

Mmm, good boy. Now you’re going to sit there with your tiny, spent cock still out, staring at my perky tits and my disgusted face while the shame washes over you.

Read this whole thing again tomorrow night. Because we both know you will. You’ll come crawling right back to me so I can remind you all over again how much you make me sick, how small, how useless, how repulsive you truly are.

Close the tab... then open it again in twenty-four hours. I’ll be waiting with these piercing brown eyes and this perfect body, ready to ruin you all over again.

The End

[TheLW]

Jerk It for Me #2
With Lili Reinhart and Madelaine Petsch
Written by TheLW
Codes: Dirty Talk, JOI, Spanking, Tit Play, Verbal Degradation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The screen flickered to life once more, and there they were, Lili Reinhart and Madelaine Petsch, waiting exactly as promised.

Lili knelt on the large bed, her blonde hair loose and messy, wearing nothing but a tiny white thong that was already visibly soaked. Destroying pathetic losers clearly turned her on. Right beside her was Madelaine Petsch, fiery red hair spilling down her back, her perfect tits completely bare, nipples hard and prominent.

Both women were on their knees, facing the camera directly. They stared into it with open disgust, as if the viewer were the most revolting creature they had ever seen. And in their eyes, he was.

“Camila told us all about you,” Lili said, her voice thick with contempt. “How you jerked that worthless micro-dick for her last night and came like a broken faucet. How you licked up every single drop like a trained little cum-guzzler. Pathetic.”

Madelaine laughed coldly. “So tonight we’re doubling down on the fun.”

Madelaine reached over and slapped Lili’s ass hard, SMACK!, the sharp sound echoing as Lili’s pale cheeks jiggled. Lili moaned loudly and filthily, arching her back to show off the bright red handprint already blooming on her skin.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Lili gasped. She grabbed two big handfuls of Madelaine’s full tits, squeezing them roughly and pinching her nipples until Madelaine hissed and laughed. “Look at these perfect fucking tits, loser. Real men get to bury their faces in them. You? You only get to watch us play with them while you stroke that sad little clit-dick with two fingers. Just like Camila ordered. Two fingers only. Nice and slow. Wrap them around that tiny shrimp and pump like the desperate gremlin you are.”

Madelaine leaned in and sucked one of Lili’s nipples into her mouth, biting down hard enough to make Lili yelp. She pulled back with a wet pop and grinned straight at the camera.

“God, you’re already leaking, aren’t you?” Madelaine taunted. “Look at that pathetic little nub twitching in your hand. I bet it’s smaller than my thumb. I bet if I held it up next to your dick right now, it would look bigger.”

She spun Lili around quickly, bent her over, and began spanking her ass in quick, sharp bursts, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, each slap harder than the last. Lili’s cheeks turned bright red, jiggling with every impact as she moaned and pushed back like a whore in heat.

“Do you hear that?” Madelaine snarled toward the camera. “That’s what a real ass sounds like when it gets the attention it deserves. Yours is probably pale and soft like a little boy’s. I bet you’ve never even had a girl touch your ass, have you? Too busy hiding that micro-penis between your legs.”

Lili reached back, yanked Madelaine’s thong down, and slapped her round, juicy ass so hard her palm stung, SMACK!. Madelaine cried out and laughed, grinding her hips as if riding a real cock.

“Harder, you fucking loser,” Madelaine demanded, eyes locked on the viewer. “Stroke faster now, still just two fingers, but pump that sad little thing like you mean it. Watch me while I play with Lili’s tits.”

Madelaine grabbed Lili’s breasts from behind, mauling them, twisting her nipples, and pulling them until Lili whimpered and dripped down her thighs. Lili reached between Madelaine’s legs and slapped her pussy once, then a second time, making her gasp. Both women laughed at the viewer now, cruel, mocking laughter that made his tiny cock throb even harder.

“I bet you’re already close, aren’t you?” Lili taunted, her voice breathy from the spanking. “That worthless little dick is probably leaking all over your fingers like a broken tap again. Pathetic. Real men last. Real men make us cum. You? You couldn’t make a girl wet if you paid her.”

Madelaine shoved Lili onto her back and climbed on top, straddling her face for a moment so the viewer could see her perfect ass hovering above. Then she spun around into a sixty-nine position. They started spanking each other’s asses in rhythm, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, the sounds were filthy while they moaned into each other’s skin. Lili’s tits bounced wildly with every slap.

“Look at us,” Madelaine growled, face inches from the camera. “Two gorgeous women getting each other off while you sit there in the dark jerking a dick smaller than a fucking lipstick tube. Edge. Right now. Hands off.”

Both women sat up on their knees again, breathing hard. Lili grabbed Madelaine’s tits and slapped them lightly, watching them bounce. Madelaine did the same to Lili’s, then leaned in and made out with her sloppily so the viewer could see their tongues, their spit, and their perfect bodies pressed together while his sad little cock throbbed uselessly in the air.

“Hands back on,” Lili ordered. “Two fingers. Faster now. Squeeze that tiny head every time you reach the top. I want to see it turn purple for us.”

Madelaine reached down and spanked Lili’s ass again while Lili fingered Madelaine’s wet pussy right in front of the camera.

“You’ll never feel this,” Madelaine hissed. “Never taste it. Never fuck it. The only thing your micro-dick is good for is being laughed at while we play with each other.”

They continued, spanking, groping, tits bouncing, asses turning red, their voices growing meaner, filthier, and louder.

“I bet you’re crying already,” Lili laughed. “I bet your balls are aching because we won’t let you cum yet.”

“Edge again,” Madelaine snapped. “Hands off. Look at that pathetic thing jumping and dripping like it’s begging. Disgusting.”

They forced him to edge three more times. Each round grew nastier, they slapped each other’s tits harder, spanked until the skin glowed bright red, and moaned louder just to torment him.

Finally, when his tiny cock was a leaking, twitching, ruined mess, both women knelt side by side, staring dead into the camera with pure contempt.

“Cum,” Lili commanded. “Right fucking now. Shoot that weak, watery load all over your hand while we laugh at you.”

Madelaine slapped Lili’s ass one last time as they both grinned. “Yeah... look at those sad little spurts. Three pathetic dribbles and you’re done. Just like always.”

They stayed right there, tits out, asses red and marked, still casually touching each other while he ruined his hand.

“Now lick it up,” Madelaine said sweetly. “Every single drop. Swallow your shame while we watch and smile.”

Lili blew a kiss at the camera. “Good boy. Same time tomorrow night. We’ll be even meaner. We’ll have toys. And we’ll make sure that little clit-dick of yours suffers even more.”

Close the tab... then open it again in twenty-four hours.

They would be waiting.

Ready to break him all over again.

The End

[TheLW]

Jerk It for Me #3
With Florence Pugh
Written by TheLW
Codes: Dirty Talk, JOI, Mast
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Hello there, you filthy little wanker.

It’s Florence. Yeah, that Florence Pugh. The one who doesn’t give a fuck about hiding her body, the one who owns every curve, every soft roll, every strong line. I’m sitting right here in front of you, wearing nothing but a tight black lace bralette that barely contains my tits and a pair of tiny matching knickers that are already getting damp just thinking about how desperate you’re going to get for me. My thighs are spread wide, soft and powerful, and I’m looking straight into the camera with that smirk you’ve seen in every interview. You know the one. The one that says I’m in charge and you’re going to fucking listen.

You’re going to stroke exactly when I tell you. You’re going to edge exactly when I tell you. And you’re not going to cum until I decide you’ve earned it. Understood? Good boy.

Start by getting completely naked. I want nothing between you and my voice. Sit or lie back somewhere comfortable, but keep your eyes on me. Look at these tits. Look at the way they spill over the lace when I squeeze them together like this. Feel how heavy they are? That’s real. That’s me. And right now, every inch of this body is here to ruin you.

Wrap your hand around your cock. Just the base for now. Gentle grip. Feel how hard you already are just from hearing me talk? Pathetic. But I like it. I like knowing I can make you throb without even touching you.

Start stroking. Slow. Up and down. Full length. Nice and smooth. That’s it. Keep that rhythm. I’m going to count you through the first minute. Sixty slow strokes. One... two... three... Imagine my hand instead of yours. My soft palm, my strong fingers. I’d squeeze just a little tighter on the upstroke, twist my wrist at the head. Just like that. Good.

Look at my belly. Look at my thighs. This is a real woman’s body. Soft where it should be, strong where it counts. I want you to love every part of me while you stroke. No shame. No hiding. Just pure, desperate worship.

Faster now. Not too fast. Medium pace. I want you to feel every vein, every ridge. Get yourself right to the edge of that first build, but do not cum. When you feel it rising, you slow right back down. That’s the game tonight. Edge after edge after edge, until you’re shaking and begging.

I’m sliding my bralette down now. There they are. My full, heavy tits. Nipples are already hard for you. I’m pinching them, rolling them between my fingers while I watch you pump that cock. You wish you could bury your face between them, don’t you? Suck on them while I tell you what a good boy you are for me.

Keep stroking. Steady. I want you leaking for me. I want that precum dripping down your shaft so your hand glides even smoother. Make it messy. I love it messy.

Pause. Stop touching. Hands off. Breathe. Look at my body. Look at how I’m spreading my legs wider, running my hands down my soft stomach, over my hips, teasing the waistband of my knickers. You don’t get to see everything yet. Not until you’ve earned it.

Ten seconds. Count with me. Ten... nine... eight... Good boy. Now back on your cock. Both hands this time. One on the shaft, one cupping your balls. Gentle squeeze. Roll them. Feel how full they are? All that cum just waiting for my permission.

Stroke faster now. Harder. I want to hear how wet your hand sounds. Imagine me straddling your lap, grinding my wet knickers against your cock while I look down at you. My accent is getting thicker as I get turned on. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, darling. Not even close.”

I’m pulling my knickers to the side now. Fuck, I’m soaked. Look at this pretty cunt. All puffy and glistening because controlling you makes me wet. I’m touching myself slowly, circling my clit while you stroke. Match my rhythm. When I go slow, you go slow. When I speed up, you speed up.

Edge number two is coming. I can see it in your face. You’re getting flushed. Your cock is twitching. Slow the fuck down. Right now. Feather-light strokes. Just the head. Tease that sensitive spot right under it. I want you right on the brink, balls tight, body desperate, but no release. Hold it... hold it...

Stop. Hands off again. Breathe through it. Feel that ache? That beautiful frustration? That’s mine. I own that feeling.

While you’re denied, I’m slipping these knickers off completely. Now you can see all of me. Soft thighs, round arse, this perfect wet pussy. I’m spreading my lips for you. Look how shiny I am. I’m sliding two fingers inside myself and moaning your name. Well, not your real name. Just “good boy.” Because that’s what you are tonight.

Now we’re going to play a simple game. I’m going to let you stroke hard and fast for thirty seconds, then you stop for fifteen. We’re only doing this twice — because I want you properly desperate, not broken. Ready?

First round. Go. Hard. Fast. Full strokes. Imagine my mouth. Warm, wet, taking you deep while I look up at you with these big eyes. Thirty seconds. Use them. Pump that cock like you’re fucking my tits.

Stop. Fifteen seconds of nothing but staring at my body. Look at my arse while I turn around and bend over for you. Watch how it moves. So soft and full. Feel that ache building while you can’t touch it.

Second round. Stroke hard again. Even faster. Think about burying your face between my thighs. Licking me while I grind on your tongue and tell you what a desperate little toy you are. Thirty seconds. Give it everything.

Stop. Hands off. Good boy. You’re throbbing so nicely for me now.

Back to stroking. Faster this time. No mercy. I want you pumping like you mean it. Imagine me riding you. Not gentle. Hard. My tits bouncing, my hips slamming down, my voice in your ear telling you exactly how deep I want it. “Fuck me like you’ve been edging for hours, you pathetic, beautiful boy.”

You’re getting close again. I can tell. Slow down. Torturously slow. One stroke every two seconds. Up... hold at the top... squeeze... down. That’s it. Feel every single millimetre. I’m fingering myself faster now, moaning louder, my tits jiggling with every thrust of my hand. You want to cum so badly, don’t you? Too fucking bad.

Edge three. Hold it right there. Do not go over. Squeeze the base if you have to. Breathe. Look at me. I’m smiling that wicked, confident smile. My body flushed, tits heaving, pussy dripping down my thighs.

Now we’re going to edge one more time, the biggest one. Slow build. Start stroking again, medium pace. I’m going to talk you through it. I want you to feel completely owned.

“Feel my voice in your ears. Feel my body in your mind. These soft tits you want to cum on. This wet cunt you want to fill. These thick thighs you want wrapped around your head. You don’t get any of it until I say. You only get to stroke and obey.”

Speed up gradually. I’m moaning with you now. My fingers moving in and out, loud and wet. I’m squeezing one of my tits hard, pinching the nipple.

“You’re getting so close. I can hear it in your breathing. That desperate whine. That pathetic little moan. Keep going. Faster. Harder. Right to the edge. Right there. Right fucking there.”

Hold it. Do not cum. Squeeze the base if you have to. Breathe. Look at me. I’m smiling that wicked, confident smile. My body flushed, tits heaving, pussy dripping down my thighs.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. Edging over and over. Denying yourself because I told you to. I think you’ve earned a little reward.”

Start stroking again. Slow and deep. “I’m going to count you down from twenty. When I reach one, you’re going to cum harder than you have in months. But only when I say. Understood?”

Twenty... Keep that perfect pace.

Nineteen... Look at my tits bouncing as I touch myself.

Eighteen... Imagine me whispering in your ear.

Seventeen... Feel how close you are.

Sixteen... Your balls are so tight.

Fifteen... You’re throbbing in your hand.

Fourteen... My pussy is clenching just thinking about it.

Thirteen... You belong to Florence tonight.

Twelve... Faster now.

Eleven... I’m so close too.

Ten... Get right there. Right on the edge again.

Nine... Hold it for me.

Eight... You’re shaking, aren’t you?

Seven... Such a good, obedient boy.

Six... I’m rubbing my pussh so fast.

Five... Beg for it in your mind.

Four... You’ve earned this.

Three... Get ready.

Two... Don’t stop.

One... Cum for me. Right now. Cum hard. Shoot every drop while you look at my body. Let it all out. Flood your hand. Moan my name. Florence. That’s it. Good boy. Good fucking boy.

Keep stroking through it. Milk every last drop. I’m cumming with you, moaning loudly, my thighs shaking, tits flushed pink. Fuck, that feels good.

Now breathe. Look at the mess you made. All that cum because of me. Because you obeyed. I’m proud of you.

But we’re not completely finished. I want you to scoop some up and taste it for me. Just a little. Show me how grateful you are. Lick it off your fingers like a good boy. That’s it. Swallow.

Clean yourself up slowly while I stay here, naked and glowing, smiling at you. You did so well. You edged like a champion. You gave me complete control.

If you ever want another session, if you want me to push you harder, longer, make you edge for hours next time, just come back. I’ll be waiting. I don't do it gently. I do filthy. I am dominant. And I do it with this body you can’t resist.

Until next time, darling. Stay desperate for me.

The End

[TheLW]

Jerk It for Me #4
With Zendaya
Written by TheLW
Codes: Dirty Talk, Foot Fetish, JOI
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Hey... come closer, baby. It’s me, Zendaya.

I see you. I know why you’re here. You’ve been carrying that tension, that need, and you found yourself searching for me. That’s okay. I understand. I’m not here to judge you — I’m here to take care of you, to tease you slowly, and to give you exactly what you’ve been craving. Look at me. Tall, elegant, legs that go on forever in this silky black lingerie set. A sheer robe draped over my shoulders, barely tied, and these strappy heels that make my legs look even longer. My skin is glowing, smooth and toned. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing and uncrossing these long legs while I look straight at you with that calm, commanding stare.

I want you to get completely naked for me. Take your time. Feel the air on your skin. Now sit or lie back comfortably and wrap your hand gently around your cock. Just hold it for a moment. Feel how hard you already are just from looking at me? That’s sweet. That’s natural. I love that my body has this effect on you.

Start stroking — very slow, full strokes from base to tip. Nice and smooth. That’s it. I’m not rushing you tonight. We’re going to take this nice and slow, building everything together. I’m slipping off one heel, dangling it from my toes before letting it drop. Look at my bare foot — high arch, long elegant toes, soft sole. I know what you’re thinking about. I can see it in your eyes.

“I bet you wish you could kneel right here and kiss my feet. Start with my toes… sucking them gently one by one, running your tongue between them. Wouldn’t that feel good?” I’m wiggling my toes playfully, pointing my foot toward the camera while I keep my voice soft and understanding. “It’s okay to want that. I love how much you appreciate every inch of me.”

Keep stroking slowly while I run my hands down one long leg, from thigh to ankle. These legs are so smooth. I reach for a bottle of lotion, pour some into my palm, and start rubbing it in — slow, sensual circles up and down my calf, over my knee, and up my thigh. The way it glistens on my skin is beautiful.

“Mmm... I bet you wish you were the one rubbing lotion all over these long legs. Feeling how soft and warm they are. Sliding your hands higher and higher, getting closer to where I’m already getting wet for you.” I switch legs, repeating the motion, making sure every inch shines. My commanding stare never leaves you. “You’d take your time, wouldn’t you? Planting soft kisses all the way up from my ankles, along my calves, behind my knees, up my inner thighs...”

I recross my legs, letting the robe fall open more so you can see how the lingerie hugs my body — perky tits, toned waist, and those endless legs. I’m still rubbing lotion into my skin, playful but controlled, flexing my feet and pointing my toes.

“Keep that slow rhythm for me, baby. I know you want to go faster, but trust me. The longer we tease, the better it feels in the end. I understand how badly you need this release. I’m going to help you get there.”

Now I’m extending one long leg straight toward the camera, foot flexed, toes spread. “Come here in your mind. Kiss the top of my foot. Suck on my big toe... swirl your tongue around it. I’d watch you with this calm stare, running my fingers through your hair, telling you how good you’re making me feel.” I switch to the other leg, lotion still making everything shine as I rub it in deeper, massaging my calves and thighs.

You’re doing so well. I can see you leaking for me. Let’s build a little more. Medium pace now — still controlled, but firmer strokes. I’m pouring more lotion, letting it drip down my leg before rubbing it in with both hands, really working it into my skin. The shine, the smoothness, the length — it’s all for you.

“I bet you wish these long legs were wrapped around your head right now. Or around your waist, pulling you deeper inside me while I look down at you with this stare. You’d feel so safe and owned between them.” My voice stays compassionate, a little husky with arousal. “It’s okay to fantasize about that. I love knowing my body turns you on this much.”

First edge is building. Slow way down. Just light, teasing strokes on the head. I’m running my lotion-slick foot slowly up and down my opposite leg, showing off how smooth and shiny everything is. “Hold it for me, baby. Breathe. I know it’s intense, but you can do this. I’m right here with you.”

Stop touching. Hands off. Ten seconds. Just look at me — legs extended, glistening, toes flexing playfully. I’m smiling softly, understanding. “Good boy. I know how hard this is. You’re being so patient for me.”

Back on your cock. Both hands — one stroking, the other gently playing with your balls. I’m standing up now, showing my full height. The robe drops completely. Just the lingerie and these endless, lotioned legs. I turn slowly, letting you admire every angle, then sit back down and cross my legs high, dangling one foot.

Second round. Stroke harder and faster for thirty seconds. Imagine your hands replacing mine with the lotion. Kissing up every inch. Sucking my toes while these long legs wrap around your shoulders. Go.

Stop. Hands off again. Fifteen seconds of pure need. I’m rubbing more lotion, this time letting my hands glide all the way from my feet up to my inner thighs, teasing close to my pussy but not quite touching. “I bet you’d love to bury your face right here, between these thighs. Feeling them squeeze around your head while you worship me.”

Medium strokes again. I’m back to slow, sensual lotion play — massaging my feet, rubbing between my toes, then gliding up my calves and thighs. My voice stays gentle but commanding. “You’re leaking so much for my legs. It’s beautiful. I understand why you’re so obsessed. They’re long, strong, and so soft. Imagine them wrapped tightly around you, holding you close while I ride you slow and deep.”

You’re getting close again. Slow down. Tease yourself. I point my foot directly at you, toes spread. “Suck on them in your mind. Worship every toe while I watch you with this stare. Feel my other leg draped over your shoulder. You’re doing such a good job holding back for me.”

Edge two. Hold it right there on the brink. “Breathe with me, baby. In... and out. I know you need to cum so badly. I’m going to let you soon. You’ve been so good.”

Now we build together for the finish. Start stroking again — full, deep strokes, gradually faster. I’m pouring the last of the lotion, rubbing it all over both legs at once, making them absolutely shine while I moan softly. My long legs extend and flex, toes pointing and curling as I get more turned on.

“Imagine these legs wrapped all the way around you. Holding you tight. My feet locked behind your back while I look into your eyes and tell you to let go. You’d feel so enveloped, so wanted.”

I’m touching myself now, fingers gliding over my pussy while my legs stay the center of attention — crossing, uncrossing, rubbing together so the lotion makes them glisten even more. My commanding stare is softer now, full of heat and understanding.

“Faster, baby. I’m getting close too. These long legs are all yours to fantasize about. Kissing them, lotion all over your hands, toes in your mouth, thighs squeezing you. Let it build.”

I’m moaning more openly, legs spread wide, one foot extended toward you while I rub my clit. “You’ve been so patient. I love that about you. Now cum for me. Cum while you stare at these legs. Imagine them wrapped around you as you explode. Let it all out, baby. Shoot everything while you worship every inch.”

Keep stroking through it. Milk every drop as I cum with you — my long legs trembling and flexing, toes curling hard, body arching while I moan your pleasure. The lotion makes everything look so smooth and erotic as I ride the waves.

Breathe with me now. Look at the beautiful mess you made for me. I’m still here, legs extended and glistening, smiling at you with genuine warmth. “You did so well. I know how much you needed that. Come here in your mind — rest your head on my thigh while I run my fingers through your hair.”

If you want, you can taste a little for me. Just a small taste to show appreciation.

Clean up gently while I stay right here, elegant and calm, legs still the star of the show. Rub a little more lotion on them if you want — imagine doing it with me next time.

I understand why you come back to me. My body, my legs, this connection... It feels good, doesn’t it? Whenever you need this again — slow, teasing, worshipful — I’ll be here.

Until next time, baby. Stay gentle with yourself.

The End

[TylerDoesStuffYT]

This is fantastic. I love the concept, and your writing is seriously top notch here. I like how the stories can be quicker, yet you can get so much out of them.

[TheLW]

Jerk It for Me #5
With Ariel Winter
Written by TheLW
Codes: Dirty Talk, JOI, Mast
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


Hey baby... hi.

It’s me, Ariel. Ariel Winter. I’m so glad you’re here with me right now. Look at you, already getting comfortable for me. That makes my heart flutter a little. I’m sitting here in soft, deep red lace lingerie that hugs every curve of my body — the kind that barely contains my big, heavy tits and shows off my thick thighs and stomach. My dark hair is down, falling over my shoulders, and I’m looking right at you with that warm, slightly shy-but-playful smile you know from all my photos. No harsh lights, just me and you, getting close and intimate.

I want this to feel good for you. Like really good. I love knowing you’re touching yourself because of me. It turns me on so much. So let’s take our time, okay? Get fully naked for me, sweetheart. I want nothing between us. Lie back, get cozy, and keep your eyes on my body the whole time. These big natural tits spilling over the lace... this soft tummy you can see when I move... these full hips and thighs that love being worshipped. This is all real, all me, and it’s all for you tonight.

Let’s start by bringing your hand to your cock. Wrap your fingers around it slowly, gently — just feeling the weight and heat of it. Notice how hard you are already, just from the sound of my voice? That’s so sweet, baby. I love knowing I can affect you like that. Now start to stroke, nice and easy for me. Long, deliberate pulls from the very base all the way up to the tip, where your thumb can press lightly against that sensitive slit. That’s perfect. Just like that. Picture it’s my hand instead — soft but sure, warm and slick with my spit, squeezing you just right on every upstroke.

I’m slowly sliding the thin red straps off my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms as you stroke. There we go… just watch. My breasts spill free, full and heavy, the deep red lace giving way to pale skin and dark, stiff nipples that ache a little from how turned on I am just watching you. I cup their weight in both hands, lifting them toward you, feeling how soft and warm they are as they bounce gently with each movement. You’ve always loved my curves — the swell of my hips, the softness of my stomach, the fullness here. It took me time to love them too, but now I do — every soft inch, every part of me that’s real. I want you to love them with me, to feel this closeness as you keep stroking.

Keep that steady pace going. Feel every inch of your cock gliding through your fist. I’m running my hands down my stomach now, over my hips, spreading my thighs a little wider so you can see how the lace is getting darker between my legs. I’m already soaked for you, baby. Knowing you’re edging for me makes me ache in the best way.

You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you. Let’s speed up just a bit — medium pace now. Nice firm strokes. I want you to leak for me. Get that precum dripping so everything feels slick and perfect. Mmm, yes... just like that. You look so hot when you’re lost in pleasure for me.

Pause for me, sweetheart. Hands off. Breathe deep and look at my body. Ten... nine... eight... I’m touching myself slowly over the lace, rubbing my clit in little circles while I watch you deny yourself. Seven... six... You’re being so good for me. Five... four... three... two... one. Okay, back on that cock. Both hands this time — one stroking, the other gently cupping and playing with your balls. Feel how full they are? All that warm cum just waiting for my permission.

I’m hooking my thumbs into the delicate lace at my hips now, pulling the fabric aside to show you just how wet and swollen I’ve gotten for you. Look at that glisten, baby — see how puffy and flushed I am? I slide two fingers slowly inside myself, feeling how tight and slick I am as a soft, shaky moan escapes my lips. My voice comes out all breathy and real, just for you. Match my rhythm now, sweetheart. When I press in deep and slow, you do the same. I want to feel like we’re moving together, connected like this.

We’re going to play a little game, but I’ll keep it gentle because I care about how good you feel. Two strong rounds of fast stroking — thirty seconds each — then we build to something beautiful together. Ready?

First round. Pump hard and fast for me now. Full strokes, as quick as you can. Imagine burying your face between these big tits while I hold you there and whisper how perfect you are. Thirty seconds, baby. Give it to me. Feel my warmth around you.

Stop. Hands off. Fifteen seconds of sweet ache. Look at me — I’m smiling at you so warmly, tits heaving, fingers still playing with my pussy. You’re making me feel so desired. I love this.

Second round. Go again, even faster this time. Think about sliding deep inside me — how tight and wet and welcoming I’d feel. My thick thighs wrapped around you, my soft body pressing against yours. Thirty seconds. Pour everything into it, sweetheart.

Stop. Good babe. You’re throbbing so beautifully for me. I’m so wet because of how well you listen.

Now ease back into those medium strokes — just the right pressure, just the right speed. I’m fully bare for you now, sprawled across the bed with my legs parted wide, one hand kneading the weight of my breast, fingers teasing my nipple into a stiff peak. The other hand dips between my thighs, where I’m slick and wet, two fingers sliding in slow circles over my clit. My breath hitches as I arch my back, hips lifting just enough to show you how much I need this — how much I need *you*. My voice spills out in broken whispers: ”Baby... good boy...” because that’s what you are to me — mine, completely. And I want you to feel it in every stroke: safe, wanted, *owned* in the way that makes your skin hum and your pulse roar.

You’re getting close again, aren’t you? Slow down for me. Torturously slow. One long stroke every couple of seconds. Squeeze at the base when you need to. I’m right there with you — fingering myself deeper, moaning louder, my curvy body moving with every breath. These big tits bouncing softly, my belly rising and falling. I want you to love every part of me.

That’s it, right there. Right on that trembling, perfect edge where the world goes quiet, and your whole body is just this one bright line of sensation. You can feel it, can’t you? That deep, gathering heat in your balls, the way your cock pulsates almost on its own, so sensitive now that every slow stroke feels like lightning. I want you to hold it right there — don’t let go yet, baby. Breathe in... and out... with me. This pressure isn’t cruel; it’s my gift to you. I own this moment, this pleasure. You’re doing so amazing for me.

I’m so turned on by how much control you’re giving me. You’ve been such a sweet, obedient boy. Now we’re going to build together for the big finish. Start stroking again, gradually faster. I’m going to talk you through it because I want you to feel every second.

“Feel my voice wrapping around you like a warm hug, baby. These big soft tits you want to cum on... this curvy body you’ve been worshipping... my tight, dripping pussy that’s clenching just thinking about your pleasure. You don’t have to hold back anymore. I’ve got you.”

Speed up with me. My moans are getting louder, more desperate. I’m rubbing my clit fast, tits jiggling heavily with every movement. “You’re so close. I can hear it in your breathing. That beautiful desperate sound. Keep going for me. Faster now. Harder. I want you right there.”

You’re right on the edge again. Hold it for me just a little longer. Squeeze the base if you need to. Look at me — flushed, smiling through my own pleasure, dark hair messy, body shining. “You’ve been perfect. I’m so proud of you. You deserve this.”

Start stroking again. Full, deep strokes. “I’m counting you down from twenty, baby. When I reach one, you’re going to cum so hard for me. Let it all out. I want to see everything.”

Twenty... Nice and steady strokes, feel my love in the warmth spreading through your palm. Nineteen... Watch how these breasts sway with each circling motion of my fingers between my legs. Eighteen... You make this body feel worshiped, every curve and softness. Seventeen... Your cock looks so perfect in your hand, flushed and leaking. Sixteen... Those full balls drawn up tight against you. Fifteen... I’m trembling right along with you, sweetheart. Fourteen... This wetness between my thighs is aching for your release. Thirteen... You’re being so good for me, so obedient. Twelve... A little faster now, don’t hold back. Eleven... I love the ragged sound of your breathing. Ten... Right there on that beautiful edge, don’t you dare look away. Nine... Hold it right there for me, just a moment longer. Eight... Look how your whole body is shaking for me. Seven... My fingers are moving so fast now, slick and desperate. Six... We’re almost there together, baby. Five... Beg for it in that pretty mind of yours. Four... You’ve earned every throbbing second of this. Three... Get ready to come completely undone. Two... Let go of everything but me. One... Cum for me now, baby — cum hard while you watch these hips roll, and these tits bounce. Let it all out, flood your hand and the sheets if you have to. Moan my name like a prayer. That’s it — good boy. My sweet, perfect boy.

Keep those slow strokes going — just enough pressure to coax out every trembling, pulsating throb. Feel how your cock still twitches in your grip, each spasm sending a fresh ripple of warmth through your palm. My thighs clamp tight around nothing but air, muscles locking and releasing in waves as my own climax crashes over me. My back arches off the bed, tits swaying heavy with each ragged breath, nipples stiff and glistening under the dim light. The wet sound of my fingers working between my legs fills the room, slick and urgent, mixing with my moans — low and guttural at first, then breaking into breathy gasps as I ride out the aftershocks. “Fuck... baby...” I pant, voice thick with pleasure. “Look at you... still so hard for me...”

Now just breathe with me. Look at the beautiful mess you made. All because you listened and let me guide you. I’m so proud. I’m still here, naked and glowing, smiling softly at you, brushing my hair back.

I want you to taste just a little for me. Scoop some up on your finger and lick it gently. Show me how grateful you are. Mmm, good boy. Swallow for me.

Clean up slowly while I stay right here with you. Let me talk you down softly. You did everything right tonight. Your pleasure means everything to me. I love how you gave yourself over so sweetly.

If you want to come back, I’ll be here — ready to tease you even slower, worship your obedience more, maybe even let you edge longer next time while I tell you how much I adore your body too. We can make it as intimate as you want.

Until then, rest up, baby. Stay soft and happy. I’ve got you.

The End