When my friend fell off his roof and broke his right arm, I mourned for his inability to stroke his own cock. I feel like when someone breaks their arm, no one thinks about that. Weeks of healing on the dominant hand that used to beat that cock for me. I miss hearing him talk about the thoughts he would have but now he only thinks about blue balls. So that is why I have decided to help him with a pity hand job, or maybe tease him.
Lending A Hand
I walked up to him while he lay on my couch, resting after a long day of life with one arm that is functional. I like to straddle men first, and let my pussy slide around in my panties giving them the smallest taste of what is to come. So that is what I did first. Only after a couple of moments, did I find myself grinding on his cock, my soft panties stroking his dick just enough to get him hard for me like in the old days.
Thinking Too Much
I love looking into his eyes with my cryptic little smile as I watch his breaths deepen. Grinding harder until it feels like he might rip right through my panties. Then I slide off just enough to slip my hand underneath me. Wrapping my fingers around him, I slowly stroke. Deep, long strokes are the kind that drives him nuts.
Giving The Pity Hand Job
I can feel his cock pulsing into my hand as my grip tightens. He is going to cum so hard if I choose to let him. Should I? Or should I edge him for hours and leave him alone with his non-dominant hand and a big precummy mess? His body is sore from the fall, so he isn’t moving very fast even outside of his arm.
I know I could lick that precum off his cock, painfully slowly, then spit it into his own mouth and there is nothing he can do about it. He will just lay there and take the pleasurable torture. On the other hand, I could stroke him fast and hard until he blows a massive load. A load that took hours of edging with a pity hand job to accumulate. However, I would make sure that his cum shot got everywhere on him.
Getting Handsy
I want to look down at his sexy body while he sits covered in his own shame and then slowly lick it off his body. There is no way he wouldn’t get hard all over again after a sensual cleaning with my tongue. Slowly dragging my tongue all over the cum then keeping my mouth open so he can watch that cum drip off my lips. Maybe after I could bring my lips back up to his and make him taste how filthy we can be together.
All this teasing makes me so wet, but being the whore I am, I couldn’t wait. I stroked his cock and let him explode all over my face. I was the one shamelessly cleaning up after myself and tasting his dominance. There are some whores that can get owned and dominated by a man who can barely move his own body. I just so happen to be one of those sluts. I would willingly give a pity hand job like a good whore any day.
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