Masturbation Assistant/Chapter One

Masturbation Assistant

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Chapter One

I broke several road rules as I raced home from the newsagents. They obtained a new series of DVDs I had never seen before and although I knew the actresses were at least eighteen, they looked much, much younger. The one that caught my eye was titled: “The Young Masturbation Assistant” and the pig tailed girl on the cover could have easily passed for twelve. The cover said it was about a man who placed an ad in the paper for a special assistant that would perform light tasks that paid exceptionally well. For a tenner I acquired the film and then popped to the offy where I picked up a pack of beers.

It was straight from the door to the DVD player for me. I popped that puppy in the slot and voila, premium visual stimulation that would encourage the energetic release of all of those little wigglers that were trapped in my balls. The film started with the usual lame, lackluster, plot less and pointless intro where a young girl, and quite a nice looking one at that, rang ahead for an interview, hopped on her bike and quickly peddled her way to the appointed location. A handsome, well dressed older gentleman answered the door, hired her on the spot and invited her into his home. He seemed a bit anxious to put her to work right away.

She changed into a revealing French maid uniform in front of the man before she slowly undressed him and enthusiastically went to work on his throbber. I was about one minute into the skillful and titillating hand job scene when a knock came to my door.

“Bugger,” I cursed, “Things were just starting to get good.”

“Hiya Mister Jon,” the sprite little voice greeted me when I opened the door. It was Katy, the eight year old neighbour girl that frequently came to visit me. She was a cute and lovable little thing and was always welcome. “The telly’s broke and I thought you would let me watch yours for a while.”

“Why, certainly, young lady. I’m always honoured to have you over,” and realized with a bit of disappointment that my wank would now have to wait.

However, there were still the beers and what better way to pass the time. What I didn’t realize was that I had only paused the film and the screen was filled with the young girl with a hard cock in her hand.

“Oh, wow,” little Katy exclaimed, “Why is she holding his thing?”

“Click,” off went the player, “How careless of me,” I quickly apologized.

“What was she doing?” The little girl asked me.

“It’s something big girls like to do and you’ll find out when you’re a bit older.”

“I’m almost nine,” she stamped her foot, “I can do anything the big girls can do.”

“Yes, you’re growing up nicely. How about this, I’ll let you watch one minute of the film so you can see what she’s doing?”

“I can?” The girl questioned, “Will you ‘splain it to me?”

“I really shouldn’t, but I’ll do my best,” I answered, “But you’re not to tell anyone in the world, especially your mum and your best mate, cross your heart and swear to die.”

“I do,” she said as she crossed herself, “Not a soul.”

“Good enough,” I informed her and started the film.

I quickly decided not to let her watch more than a few strokes because of the questions that would surely be raised that I wasn’t prepared to answer. The girl on the screen smeared a bit of lube on her palms and slowly stroked the cock while she driveled on about how big and beautiful it was. The man groaned in appreciation and then the questions started.

“Why is he moaning like that? Is she hurting him?” Katy wanted to know.

“She’s making him feel good,” I informed her.

“She likes doing it, doesn’t she?” The girl inquired.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s put in one of your films in to watch,” I told her as I ejected the DVD and brought out a case with children's films I kept and popped in “The Little Mermaid” for her to watch.

Then she grabbed a pillow from the sofa and plopped herself on the floor in front of me. For the next twenty minutes she wiggled around and I watched her short skirt climb over her fat little knicker encased bum. Her legs were opened wide enough for me to see, in great detail I might add, through the thin material, her delectable bum crack and fat little pussy lips. Of course, the scene in front of me was a lot better than the film and was quickly validated inside my pants.

“Those knickers sure look sexy on you,” was a thought that slipped out of my mouth before I knew it.

She snapped her legs together, looked back at me and said, “You’re not supposed to look at my knickers.”

However, she didn’t bother to pull her dress down and I came back with, “After I let you watch some of the naughty film, you won’t let me look at your knickers?”

“You can look, Mister Jon,” she quickly corrected, “Mum told me not to let people see my knickers but you can look if you want. Do you really think they are sexy?”

“They certainly are and from what I can see they make your bum look very sexy.”

“My bum is sexy too?” She asked as she reached back and tugged the waist over her crack.

The crack looked delicious so I told her, “The only thing sexier would be if it was all bare naked.”

She looked around at me with a devilish little grin on her face and pulled her knickers over her cheeks and I exclaimed, “Oh, my, gawd, that has to be the sexiest and most beautiful bum I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Hee, hee, hee,” she chuckled, “Do you want me to take them off so you can see my bum and noonie all bare naked? I will if you let me watch the naughty film.” She got my attention with that remark and I certainly wouldn’t mind if she showed me her pussy. After all, she did cross her heart and swear to me. Then she asked, “Does your thing get all big like in the film?”

“Yes love, I’m afraid it does,” but what I didn’t mention was that it was pounding in my pants as we spoke.

She spotted my twitching tent and then asked, “Is it big like that now?”

It was impossible to deny since she had already seen it so I acknowledged, “Yes, yes it is.”

She jumped to her feet and squealed, “I wanna see it,” and then hopped on the sofa.

“Are you going to take your knickers off?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she jumped to her feet, stripped them off, handed them to me and demanded, “Now let me see it.”

“You have to take your dress off too so I can see you all bare naked,” I told her and while she pulled her dress off, I unfastened my trousers, pulled them down and her eyes got big as saucers when she saw how big the angry tent was in my boxers. Then I pulled the waist down so I could give her a little peek and told her, “Now show me your pussy and I’ll take them off.”

She pulled her hairless split open and showed me her mouthwatering delicious pink little pussy. So, I pulled off my pants and she dropped to her knees between my legs for a much closer look.

“I want to pull on it. Turn the film back on so I can see how she does it,” she instructed me.

“I hope she’s a fast learner,” I thought, “My balls are starting to ache.

I popped the film back in and went to where we had left off. So, she plopped herself next to me and carefully wrapped her feathery fingers around my shaft. For the next few minutes, she mimicked the girl on the screen and was off to a very good but dry start. So, I paused the film and showed her where I kept the KY jelly.

“Do you remember the stuff the girl put on her hand earlier?” She nodded and I handed her the tube and told her, “This is what she used.”

Her eyes opened wide as the penny dropped and she squeezed a big dollop on her palm and giggled, “It’s cold,” then she smeared it over my shaft and added, “And very slippy.”

“Slippy is good,” I told her as I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to squirt too soon. The groan scared her, so she pulled away and asked, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, love, your hand felt so good it just jumped out of me,” I explained.

“Good,” she said as she resumed her tender stroke and told me, “Let’s watch some more of the film.”

I flipped it back on and you could tell from the way the man’s hips jumped, we were near a wet, messy conclusion and I wasn’t sure of how Katy would respond to it. So, I warned her, “Pretty soon, some white creamy stuff is going to squirt out of the man’s thing.”

“It is?” She asked, “I thought that pee squirted out of a man’s thing.”

“The white creamy stuff comes out when you pull on it. Just watch the screen and then you can make mine come out.”

Now, the prospect of making my cream come out really excited her so she stroked me even faster. It was so nice I had put a damper on her enthusiasm before she made me squirt too soon. The film would show her what to expect when it did. Then, all too soon the man on the screen fired off a massive rope of semen that landed between the girl’s eyes and several more splattered across her face.

Katy was so amazed at what happened, she stopped stroking me altogether and asked, “Are you going to do that?”

“Yeh, but I won’t let it hit your face if you don’t want it too,” I informed her.

“Make it come out now so I can watch you do it,” she demanded.

So, I took her hand and coached her, “I’m very close, so all you have to do is squeeze a bit harder and move your hand faster, but point it away from your face.”

I had held back for so long, I instantly flew over the edge and shot off my own massive rope that hit my chin and splattered over my lips. Katy squealed with every round that fired and informed me, “That was awesome,” and it was awesome for me because it was one of the best, most gut wrenching orgasms I had ever experienced and it was from a little girl’s talented hands.

It drained me so much I could barely move and hardly noticed that her fingers played through the puddles of semen on my chest. Meanwhile, she dressed and gave me a little peck on the lips and told me, “I’m coming back tomorrow so we can do this some more.”

Needless to say, I couldn’t wait!

End Chapter One

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