"Deeper, baby. Slower." He commanded. Her first day of masturbation training was going well. "Yes, sir," he heard her trembling voice reply as her fingers obediently slowed their motion in and out of her pussy to a luxurious crawl. "Good girl." She bit her lip at this and smiled slightly before her own fingers drew her attention back to between her legs.
She was a beautiful girl: voluptuous body, long brown hair, olive skin, and deep green piercing eyes. As she lay beside him, her eyes closed per his instructions, he listened to her softly moaning breath and gazed along the curves of her. Her left arm was above her head. He began to trace his finger along the inside of her forearm, relishing the small tone of her bicep. When his finger began to trace its way to her underarm he slowed and circled the little wisps of hair. She jumped at this a little and seemed to wriggle away from the touch, but said nothing.
He replaced his finger and lightly continued down to the outside curve of her left breast, then all the way around ever so slowly and softly. He could tell from her breathing and the way she arched her back ever so slightly to meet the touch that she was enjoying his finger there. He began a slow inward spiral around and around her breast. Finally reaching her nipple, he circled her areola once, then leaned over to lightly flick her now-hard nipple back and forth with his tongue. "Mmm!" she let out a brief high-pitched moan of excitement. At that, he bit her nipple ever so gently and withdrew.
"Now, girl, slide your fingers out and play with your clit only."
"Slow or fast, sir?"
"Slow at first, baby. We'll speed up later."
She did as she was told and slid her fingers from her pussy. She was wet enough that it made a little sound when she did this. When she began to play with her clit, her mouth widened into a silent gasp and her breath became shorter. "You like that, baby?"
"Oh yes, sir."
