The Masturbation Couch
The party was in full swing and I had downed a few beers already when the host told me about the masturbation chair.
“Masturbation couch?” I yelled into his ear over the loud music. “Wha, what?” I stammered, embarrassed that this topic just popped up out of the blue.
“Yeah!” He said with a gleam in his eye.
“I’ve porn on the TV in the guest room, there’s a couch there” he said, pointing to the couch on the far side of the wall from the TV. “Anybody who sits on that couch HAS to masturbate, that’s the rules!”
“Umm,” I stammered again, “but there’s people everywhere in here, don’t you think that’s a bit, well, obscene?”
“Hey, if you don’t like it, don’t go in there and don’t sit on the couch! And everybody here at the party I’ve told about it, so there’s no reason for them to go there unless they’re interested! And now you know! So don’t go sit on that couch unless you’re ready to jerk off!”
With that, he grinned, walked away and I was left to stare into the room at the very average couch sitting against the wall, alone in a room with a TV, and some other guest room furniture.
I wandered around the party for a while, looking at all the strangers with me. The music was pounding, and it was hard to hear. I felt a bit out of place, I had come with my friend, who knew someone who had been invited to what I had heard was just a regular, average, everyday Saturday night party. Nobody had mentioned a Masturbation Couch. I’m pretty sure I would have remembered somebody talking about that!
There were a lot of people in the house, the party was rocking, but my mind kept going back to the masturbation couch. I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head! I wondered if anyone was using the Masturbation Couch. There were plenty of 20 and 30 something guys and gals here. The more I tried to not think about it, the more excited I became about it!
I couldn’t help myself, I just had to go down the short hallway to look into the room and see if the Masturbation Couch was in use!
I popped another beer, and went back down the short hallway to look into the room. I was surprised to see a few guys around the open door of the room, looking in. I came up behind them to see what they were looking at. I was again surprised to see a gaggle of young, stunning looking girls in the room, most in short dresses and high heels, one in skin tight jeans that made her butt look so squeezable! They were laughing and giggling and looking at the porn on the TV. They were daring each other to sit on the couch! For several minutes they kept giggling, but none of them sat on the couch and eventually they left, followed by the guys.
Again I walked around the house with the loud music, but again I couldn’t get the Masturbation Couch out of my head. The more I thought about it, the more my cock grew in my pants, and the more I wanted to sit on that couch and masturbate!
I knew if I did sit on the couch everybody in the party would see me. They would see me with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. They would see me lick my hand to make it slippery. They would see me start stroking my rock hard shaft as I watched porn. They would see me rub my cock faster and faster as I felt the zing of pleasure go directly from my dick to my brain. They would see me masturbate.
The more I thought about it, the harder I became. I went back down the short hallway to see what was going on. The room was empty, but there was two gals and a guy in the hallway, talking and looking into the room and pointing.
I went back to the kitchen. My cock was very hard and I wanted to masturbate. I could almost feel the Masturbation Couch calling me.
The girl with the skin-tight jeans came in the packed kitchen where I was leaning against a counter. In the tight quarters she passed by me on her way to get another drink. As she wedged herself between me and the people on the other side of the very tight kitchen her butt slid past my tight bulge. I didn’t move as she ass glided completely across my shaft. She never looked back, perhaps not feeling my hard cock, or perhaps feeling it but not caring.
With that, I couldn’t stand it anymore. The Masturbation Couch was calling me, and I had to go to it and touch my hardness. I had to rub my cock, and I was ready to do it in front of the whole party.
Before I could change my mind, I headed to the room with the Masturbation Couch. As I turned the corner to the short hallway I was further emboldened by the fact that no people were in the hallway. I came to the door, and glanced in. Nobody was inside the room. The empty couch called to me.
I entered the room, but I did turn off the lights in the room. Now the only light was the bluish reflection of the TV on the Masturbation Couch, which waited for me, called me.
Slowly I crossed the room, heading to the Masturbation Couch. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my chest. My cock was hard, but was starting to soften as my brain started making reasons why I should turn around and walk out.
I had made it to the couch, my hear racing. I turned, not yet sitting. I watched the porn on the TV, and looked nervously at the door. Nobody was there. It was just me, the TV full of porn and the Masturbation Couch.
I watched the porn, it was pretty good stuff. A woman with an oiled butt was being worked on my two good looking guys with big cocks. She was on her hands and knees, her oiled and slipper ass up in the air, feeling the hands of the two guys who were rubbing her ass, her holes, her labia, and her inner thighs.
One of the studs moved over her, his hard cock rubbing up and down her oiled and wet slit. He started playing with the head of his cock against her bung hole, and very slowly, very evenly, started entering her ass.
My cock was rock hard again and I knew I was going to masturbate.
Still standing, I undid my belt. My fingers fumbled in nervousness as I un-snapped my jeans. I lowered my zipper.
Y heart beating a mile a minute, I pulled my pants and tight white underwear down my legs, to my ankles. As I started sitting I noticed a pile of white towels for the first time, folded and sitting next to the couch on the end table to my right. I grabbed a towel and placed it on the couch. I looked one last time at the door, which was still quite empty.
I slowly sat on the Masturbation Couch. Now that I was down on the couch, my cock rock hard, I knew I wasn’t going to stop. Whatever happens is going to happen, but I’m going to masturbate!
I started stroking my cock. I licked my hand to make it slippery, and kept stroking and rubbing my shaft, my rock hard balls and my glans. The usual pleasure shot directly from my dick to my brain, and I laid my back against the back of the couch, getting more comfortable in my masturbation, spreadng my legs to allow easier access to my hand.
I focused again on the porn on the TV.
On the TV, the woman was being penetrated by the guy above her, his long hard cock sliding in and out of her ass. She was still on her hands and knees, but now the other guy had positioned himself underneath her, and was getting ready to penetrate her cunt.
My cock was harder than ever, and the feeling of masturbating while watching porn moved over me like a wave of pleasure.
I lost track of time, watching the porn and coming within a single hand slide down my rock hard, slippery shaft of blowing my wad. I was edging and enjoying my masturbation session so well that I didn’t even notice when several people had gathered at the door, watching me.
Realizing I was being watched, I suddenly stopped my stroking. The three girls and two guys crowding just outside the doorway continued watching me, not moving. The expressions were a mix of laughter, shock and interesting, no expression at all from one of the girls.
So, this was it, this was the moment of decision. Did I pull my pants up and run out of the house, hopefully never to see these strangers ever again? Or, do I keep masturbating, pulling and pushing on my cock until I would spurt my creamy, hot cum into the white towel?
It seemed like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a second or two. I made my decision.
My hand tightened on my rock hard cock, and I started masturbating again.
After all, I was on the Masturbation Couch.
After several more strokes I started watching the porn again and my mind focused on my cock, the feelings of pleasure I was receiving by rubbing it, and the porn on the TV. I lost track of time again.
Several more times I almost shot my load, but was able to at the last possible second stop my stroking to calm down, edging and enjoying my shaft and super hard balls.
I knew I couldn’t last. I knew I was very, very close to having a massive orgasm. I knew I was going to cum.
And as I once again in my jerking-induced sex haze looked to the door I realized I had been joined by the woman in the skin-tight pants. She had entered the room, and was standing just inside the door. There were more guys, and gals, just outside the door, all watching me.
The hot girl in the skin-tight jeans never took her eyes off my and my cock. She was staring at me and my rock hard cock , her face was expressionless, although I thought that just perhaps I might have seen a glint in her eye.
I started stroking my cock again, but much faster now.
She licked her lips as she realized I was looking at her.
I increased my speed, knowing that in about 10 seconds there would be no turning back and I would have a massive orgasm. I spread my legs.
“What the hell!” I thought. “If it’s a show they want, why not give them a good one?”
I arched my back and stiffened my legs as I tightened my now slippery hand, full of pre cum, on my hard cock. I increased the speed, my hand pistoning up and down my dick.
I looked straight at the hottie in the skin-tight jeans, and pointed my cock directly at her. To my great surprise, she licked her lips, and then opened her mouth, as if she was preparing to receive my hot cum in her open and willing mouth.
That was it! I couldn’t stop! There was no more edging! My cock started pulsing as my balls squeezed tight against my shaft and the orgasm pulsed up the base of my shaft, my cum spewing out and up. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had! The cum shot high into the air, across the room toward the hot, sexy slut with the tight jeans.
My orgasm kept on going and going, and my heart was beating loud against my chest. It was amazing!
The sexy bitch in the skin tight jeans smiled, made a motion as if she was swallowing my cum, and with a wink turned and walked out the door, past the guys and girls that had just witnessed the event.
As I got up and pulled up my underwear and pants I was shocked to see the watchers in the doorway were applauding me! And I was even more surprised and shocked as two of the gals, and one of the guys, entered the room moved up to the Masturbation Couch.
The call of the Masturbation Couch had touched other people besides me! They took my place, sitting on the Masturbation Couch and preparing to follow my lead into jacking, and jilling off.
The Masturbation Couch was ready to receive again!