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The party was in full swing and I had downed a few beers already when the host told me about the masturbation couch.
"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 as he led me down the hall to a small guest room.
"I've porn on the TV and there's a couch there." he shouted, 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 I've already told everybody here 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, gave me a slap on my back and walked away. I was left to stare into the room at the very average couch sitting against the wall, alone with only a TV a couple chairs and end tables.
I shrugged, wondering what idiot would actually sit on that thing and wank in public. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts 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 hot, sexy 20 and 30 something guys and gals here. The more I tried to not think about it, the more excited I became.
Fuck 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 walked out, 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 two gals and a guy were loitering 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 walked into 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 party dudes and chicks on the other side of the very tight kitchen her butt slid past my tight bulge. I didn't move as her ass glided completely across my shaft. She never looked back, perhaps not feeling my hard cock, or perhaps feeling it but not caring.
But I felt it, and I cared. A rush of sexual excitement coursed through my veins. The Masturbation Couch was calling to me, my resistance to its siren-song fading.
As hottie's ass pushed again across my rock hard rod straining in my pants as she left, well, that's all it took.
Lust and the need to masturbate took me. I couldn't stand it anymore. The Masturbation Couch was calling me, cajoling me, beckoning to me to sit and please myself on it. My heart and hands shook as I realized The Masturbation Couch had won. I was fully under its spell. 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 anyone, or everyone.
Before I could change my mind I maneuvered around the oblivious party animals and headed out of the kitchen. My heart thudded in my chest like the beat of the pulsing music. My breathing was short, fast. My cock led the way.
Fuck, I'm really doing this!
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. Literotica billtomlin60 The empty couch called to me.
I entered the room, my caged rock hard boner leading the way. Pausing, I turned 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, beckoned me.
Slowly I crossed the room, breathing deep and shaking, heading to the Masturbation Couch. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it almost bursting in my chest. My cock was so hard. But with each slow step it started to soften. Something in my head screamed at me to stop, turn around, get the hell out of there.
But then I was there, and the lust in my pants took over all thoughts. One persistent thought repeated itself like a broken record.
You must masturbate if you sit on The Masturbation Couch.
Oh my God, I'm going to do it!
My heart 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 by two good looking guys with extra big cocks. She was on her hands and knees, her oiled and slippery ass up in the air, feeling the hands of the two guys who were rubbing her butt, 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. The camera came in close to record the slutty event.
My cock was rock hard again and I felt the overwhelming need to stroke my engorged shaft. I was past the point of no return, and I knew it, and I didn't care.
Still standing, I undid my belt. My fingers fumbled in nervousness as I un-snapped my jeans. I lowered my zipper.
My heart beat so fast and strong the blood pumping in my head drowned out the music pumping in the living room. I pulled my pants and tight white underwear down my legs to my ankles.
This is it! All I have to do is sit on The Masturbation Couch, give myself to it.
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.
