He knew without a doubt that his own sexual tension was nearing a cliff, and he didn’t mean an orgasm. He needed a new goal, else he was liable to m...sturbate as well right now. As it was he was a little jealous of the women in the room. While all three girls were masturbating or exposing themselves, the act was a moderately subtle affair. If he were to pull out his cock and fap, it would be noticeable and evident, destroying the mood of the room. Guys just didn’t masturbate without it being so. Looking at his crotch Samantha could see an unmistakable bulge and smiled. She watched the cab pull away and turned to look at the house again, a broad flight of steps lead to an imposing black door set with heavy brass fittings Doubt began to creep into her mind, was this what she really wanted to do? It wasn’t too late to change her mind, she could turn around now, walk away and be back on the train home inside an hour. No she thought I’ve come this far this what I want, with that she. He would stand and place his paws on my shoulders and lick my face with his big tongue and his weight would almost knock me down. He was a powerful dog, thick and muscular. One day I was lying on the floor reading a book and he walked up to me and stepped over my head and was standing there with his prick at my face and I couldn't help but notice as it began unsheathing, pressing out until it hung there jerking and splattering my face with his slick watery emissions. I saw the veins running. The last time I dated someone close to my age I decided ... surprise surprise ... that I’d give him head. Good times, right? About 2 minutes in I looked up at him. And he was texting someone. Texting. While his fireman went through the car wash. I know, right? That was the last straw. I promptly put my clothes back on and left. I dropped his stuff off at the front door the next day and blocked his number. That was the end of that relationship.While it was my last, this wasn’t the first.