The Holy Grail of Handjobs

I found a woman who gives such exquisite handjobs that I call my 
discovery of her the holy grail of handjobs.  I know that Gladys 
Goodhand is proud of her skill, and she loves to apply her talents in 
that area.

When Gladys and I first got together, she made it clear that she 
didn't consider her work ordinary.  "I make the session last a while.  
If you want to pop off early, that's your decision.  But if you want 
to experience a truly great session, you'll need to deliberately hold 
back and help me get you to a truly satisfying finish.  Now take all 
your clothes off."

As she watched me undress, she removed her sandals and shorts, leaving 
her clad in a T-shirt and panties.  Her full lips flashed a sensuous 
smile and she said, "Come with me and I'll wash you."

I followed her to the bathroom sink, and she lathered up her hands 
with soap.  I had not realized that the session, and the employment of 
her technique, had already begun.

She used both hands to soap up my erection.  She also lightly palpated 
my testicles with her soapy hands.  I squirmed a bit as she at first 
stroked, and then rinsed my cock and my nuts.

She did not dry me off; instead she told me to lie on the modified 
massage table in the other room.  The table was wider than a standard 
massage table, and had a cutaway at one end so that she could get 
closer to the area at hand between my legs.

She poured oil on her hands, and with a gleam in her eyes, wrapped 
both hands around my erection.  She stroked slowly, varying the 
strength of her grip.  After a few moments I was near ejaculation, and 
she sensed that.

She stopped stroking, and instead palpated my testicles with oiled 
fingers.  Her touch alternated between extremely light, and just hard 
enough to approach, but not exceed, a slightly uncomfortable 
sensation.  She went back to stroking my seeping erection with her 
hands, and slowed way down as I got near the finish line.  It was 
heavenly torment to see this woman skillfully handjob me while she was 
so tuned in to my state of arousal.

After stopping all motion for a few moments, she resumed the slow 
pumping with both hands.  This time she didn't stop, and I felt myself 
helplessly cross the threshold of ejaculation.  I involuntarily pumped 
my hips while I spurted all over her slippery hands.

I was determined to come back, and also to be able to experience her 
extended attentions without finishing too soon.

I came back a few days later, and was greeted with the sight of her 
already having shed her shorts and sandals.  I told her that I wanted 
the session to go on as long as possible before cumming.  She smiled 
and told me to strip right away, and had me lie on the floor by her 
feet.

Then she sloppily poured some oil on my cock, after which she 
generously applied some to her feet.  Using one foot, and then the 
other, she rubbed and stroked my hardening erection.  Then she nestled 
my cock between both feet and stroked for a short while.  She saw that 
I was rapidly approaching the finish line, so she stopped and told me 
to get up on the massage table.

She stood in front of me and lowered the waistband of her panties an 
inch, which accentuated her sexy hips.  Then she poured some oil on 
her hands and, over the next fifteen minutes or so, slowly and 
deliberately teased my throbbing cock to distraction.  She had to 
practically stop sometimes - one pump with her hands required ten to 
twenty seconds at times.

I struggled to refrain from letting go and ejaculating, as I knew that 
the more I prolonged it, the more satisfying it would be when it 
happened.

She made sexy cooing sounds as she worked on me; then she lowered her 
panties another inch, and worked on me some more.  I seeped in her 
hands.  She knew exactly when to stop the stimulation so I wouldn't go 
over the finish line.  I panted and struggled to keep from popping 
off.

Then she cast off her panties, and I knew that sweet relief was at 
hand.  She looked at me with gleaming eyes and an open-mouthed smile.  
She grasped my engorged member in both hands after squirting more oil 
on them.  Then, with one hand around my cock and the other cradling my 
nuts, she stroked at the same time she palpated my testicles.  Not 
fast, and not slow strokes.

There was no resisting her, and after a moment I exclaimed and started 
to spurt.  She made sexy sounds as I wildly ejaculated.  I could tell 
that she liked to see a hard cock spurt from her handiwork.

She has an array of techniques to keep things interesting.  After the 
usual kind of beginning in which she gradually brings me to 
distraction with her oiled hands, she will then use other methods to 
keep me on the edge for a tantalizingly long time before bringing me 
to an intense ejaculation.

Once, she put on some rubber gloves.  Then she caressed my face with 
her gloved hands, and had me inhale the scent of her gloves.  With a 
coy smile, she put some oil on them and made sure she didn't 
overstimulate me.  At times, she barely touched my throbbing and 
engorged erection, and wrapped one hand around it.  A pulse or two of 
semen pumped out on occasion.  She kept up that teasing for a long 
while, and then pressed her lips firmly together and pumped me until I 
spurted high up in the air.

There were some especially memorable sessions.  I arrived one day to 
find that three other women were there.  Just as I was sure that I'd 
gone there on the wrong day, Gladys mentioned that her friends were 
there to watch and possibly participate, and told me to remove my 
clothes and get on the massage table.

My boner, of course, sprang to attention as the women gathered around. 
 The attention of Gladys' friends intensified the effect of her 
handiwork, and she made sure I didn't cross the line.

First, she oiled her hands and lightly stroked my throbbing member, 
telling the others there how to gauge the nearness of ejaculation.

"See, he's close now, partly because of the extra stimulation of your 
being here watching," she said.  "So I slow down and take it easy 
then.  Notice that at the same time he's desperate for relief, he 
wants to hold off as long as possible, since the session is over when 
he squirts."

The other women watched closely, and giggled as Gladys expertly 
brought my sweet torment to a feverish pitch.  I sighed, moaned, and 
squirmed, desperately wanting relief at the same time that I wanted to 
prolong my pleasure.  I had profusely seeped, and Gladys asked the 
others if they'd like to do some of the stimulation.

Sheila, a blonde woman, said she'd like to.

"Be careful now," Gladys cautioned.  "It won't take much to make him 
squirt."

Sheila smiled brightly as she oiled her hands and grasped my erection. 
 I had no idea what a skillful tease she was until she'd worked on me 
a while.  Using just the right pressure and tempo, she teased me until 
I was practically insane with desire and wanting.  At last, with a 
sexy gleam in her eyes, Sheila stroked harder as the other women 
intently watched.  After a moment I could not hold back, and I 
shamelessly exclaimed loudly in front of all the women there as spurts 
of milky semen erupted from my member.

"Good job, Sheila!" Gladys exclaimed.  I got dressed and left.

The next week's session was even more memorable (and frustrating).  I 
arrived to see the same group of women.  All of them wore bikini 
bathing suits.  Gladys stated that the women had practiced on their 
boyfriends and were ready to try their skills on me.

The women giggled at my obvious arousal as I removed my clothes and 
got on the massage table.  Gladys placed the squirt bottle of oil 
nearby and informed me that they were all going to take turns hand 
jobbing me, and that they were going to be extra careful to not let me 
squirt for a long while.

Gladys went first, and skillfully manipulated my erection and ball sac 
with oiled hands until I seeped and squirmed.

"Sheila, come on and take a turn at this," Gladys said, and stepped to 
one side.  Sheila proudly stepped forward and oiled her hands.  With a 
bright smile, she lightly and skillfully used both hands on my 
throbbing member.  I shamelessly writhed and groaned with arousal.  
After a couple of minutes she paused, sensing that I was very near 
ejaculation.

"I think he's squirming too much," Gladys giggled.  "Hold on and I'll 
do something about that."

She returned in a moment and bound my wrists, ankles, and waist to the 
table.  I could move a little, but not with the unabashed twisting and 
writhing that I had previously done.

"Suki, why don't you go next," Gladys suggested when I had been firmly 
bound to the table.  Petite Suki, with long straight black hair and a 
bright smile, swayed her hips sexily as she approached me.  Her eyes 
sparkled as she squirted oil on her hands, and then gingerly, almost 
reverently, manipulated my erection.  She constantly looked into my 
eyes with a variety of sexy facial expressions as she warmed up to me.

The women took great delight in my desperation as Suki 
enthusiastically and repeatedly brought me up to the brink of 
ejaculation and backed off.

After several minutes of that, Gladys said, "He's getting too aroused. 
 Let's have some coffee and come back to him in a while."

The women giggled at my disappointed groan upon hearing that they were 
going to leave me there a while.  They went into the other room and I 
heard them chatting for fifteen or twenty minutes.

When they returned, Gladys told Deena to take a turn.  She was the 
youngest of the group, around twenty, and enthusiastically teased my 
cock just short of squirting several times. She was very careful to 
keep me from crossing the finish line.

It was Gladys' turn after that, and before she worked on me she shed 
her bikini top and bottom.  Then with an almost serious and determined 
expression on her face, she gracefully worked on me, keeping me just 
shy of erupting for several minutes.  The others were entertained by 
my attempts to get Gladys to bring me off.

Gladys giggled and suggested that Suki take a turn.  One by one, the 
women shed their bikinis and took great pleasure in teasing and 
arousing me past the point of distraction and desperation.

When the blonde-haired Deena took her place, I could not keep from 
gazing alternately at her beautiful pussy and her face.  I knew this 
was a girl who liked sex in all forms.  As she pumped my boner with 
her hands I wondered what it would be like to be thrusting inside her.

"I love doing this," she cooed.

She brought me to the brink several times while the others intently 
watched.  She very nearly brought me across the line once.  Then she 
removed the binding strap that was around my waist, leaving the wrist 
and ankle straps in place.

"You know, Rick," she said, "I really like a man who can last a long 
time inside me -- one who can fuck me silly with a hard cock before he 
pops.  I like it when he can hold back and fuck, hold back and fuck, 
on and on."

My cock pulsed a couple of times under her light touch.  She looked 
sensuously into my eyes and continued.

"I love the sounds that a man makes when he finally pops after holding 
back for a long time.  When I'm ready for him to go for it, I lie back 
with my hands like this."  She put her hands behind her head for a 
moment and smiled sexily.  Then she resumed her expert stimulation.

"Then I just let him keep fucking me until he can't hold back any 
more.  I feel his cock get even harder just before he squirts.  And 
then there are the sounds he makes."

She gave the most sensual smile as she pumped.  The instant I 
visualized lying on top of Deena, with her hands behind her head, 
smiling sexily and waiting for me to ejaculate, I felt the sensation 
of the first of many orgasmic waves as I crossed the line of 
inevitability.

"AAAAAUGH!  OHHH!  OHHHHHHHH!  AAAAAAAUGH!" I exclaimed as pulse after 
pulse of pent-up semen erupted from my member.  Deena kept pumping, 
and I kept spurting and exclaiming.

"Yes, yes, just like that," she said as she drained me of the day's 
frustration.  "Let it go, Rick!"

I moaned and exclaimed anew as each pulse wracked me with pleasure.  
Deena's sexy smile and expert touch made sure that I gave her every 
last drop I had in me.

"I guess that's it for today?" Deena asked Gladys innocently.  "I 
didn't being him off too soon, did I?"

The others giggled and Gladys answered, "He lasted longer than I 
thought he would.  I don't know how any guy could have stood all that. 
 He tried extremely hard to please us."

She unfastened my bindings and had me turn over face down.  All the 
women massaged me at the same time, which was a sensuous experience in 
spite of my recent relief.

During the following week I frequently fantasized plowing Deena's 
pussy with my rock-hard erection over a long period of time, followed 
by a wild ejaculation.  I recalled her wide eyes, her smile, her 
delectable pussy, and most of all her words about liking to hear the 
sounds a man makes when cumming inside her after holding back for a 
long while.  I decided that if I were going to be continue to have 
satisfying sessions with Gladys, I should more diligently practice 
deliberately holding back, or else just the thought of Deena's 
mannerisms and words would end the session too early.  I did practice 
for several days, and made another appointment with Gladys.

When I undressed and got up on Gladys' massage table, she said, "The 
others had a lot of fun handling you last time."  My erection sprang 
to attention and waited for her touch.

"They all really enjoyed driving you crazy," she giggled.  "Deena is 
really something isn't she?"

She lightly stroked my cock with oiled hands.  The thought of Deena's 
sensuous touch and her words brought me to a seeping state quickly.

"Oh, look at this!" Gladys exclaimed.  "You have no idea how much it 
turned me on, watching them slowly tease you past what I figured you 
could stand."

She slowed down.

"Suki has a sweet smile, doesn't she?" Gladys continued.  I can tell 
that she'd like to get you alone."

I imagined having Suki on my bed, both of us naked, my hands grasping 
her hips, plunging my hard and ready erection inside her.  In my 
imagination her sensuous face reflects feminine pre-orgasmic 
expressions, and her sweet enticing smile conveys her enjoyment.  I 
could not hold back, and I erupted in Gladys's oiled hands.

"Oh!  Ahh!  Mmmmf!  Ooh!"

"That didn't take long," she said.  "I was just getting started!"

She drained my aroused frustration and said, with a gleam in her eye, 
"Come back tomorrow morning."

When I returned the next morning, Suki was there and told me to come 
in.  Gladys was away on an outcall appointment, she said, and led me 
into the guest bedroom.  She had placed some large towels on the bed.

"Take off your clothes and lie down," she instructed with her 
characteristic bright smile.

As I removed my clothes, Suki undressed too.  She was a gorgeous sight 
-- she stood naked, hands on her hips, her head cocked a bit to one 
side, her long black hair hanging down, and a bright sensuous smile 
gracing her face.  For a moment her eyes zeroed in on my prominent 
erection when I got on the bed.

She giggled as she climbed on the bed and told me to spread my legs.  
She got what I can only describe as a "ball leash" and fastened its 
collar around the base of my scrotum.  I noticed she did not put any 
oil on her hands.  She let her hair hang down, and for a few minutes 
she teased my cock and testicles with her hair as it lightly touched 
me between my legs.  She seemed pleased that her actions aroused me.

Next, she used her slender fingers and lightly tickle-touched my 
erection and surrounding area.  Several times during the twenty 
minutes or so that Suki did that, she smartly pulled on the ball leash 
a few times.  The very first time she did that, I exclaimed aloud.  
She smiled and said that she had to do that to prevent me from 
spurting too early.  It worked well.

Suki knew that she was arousing me to the point of distraction.  She 
enjoyed doing that, and frequently giggled and made suggestive 
comments as she teased such as, "Oooh, look at that hard cock... Oh, 
it's so full... Should I let you cum today?  I don't know (giggle)."

She jilled herself to orgasm more than once while teasing my cock.

"Ahhh -- Suki!" I exclaimed in frustration.  She kept up the teasing 
and ball-pulling until she was satisfied that I was half-crazy with 
desire.

What happened next was totally unexpected. She got on top of me and 
tenderly pressed her lips on mine. I knew she was excited. After a 
couple minutes of sensual kissing, she reached back and I felt her 
slender fingers grasp my aching cock.  She positioned the tip of my 
erection against her creamy pussy.  I could not help assisting its 
entry into her womanhood.  She smiled brightly and maneuvered the ball 
leash so that the handle end of it was over her shoulder and 
accessible to her.

Suki yanked on the leash a couple of times and then slowly pumped her 
hips.  It was heavenly being inside her.  When she thought I was near 
ejaculating, she stopped for a moment and pulled smartly on the leash. 
 That always brought my attention to the fore and allowed her more 
pleasure.  As the session progressed, she pulled and tugged on the 
leash more frequently.

Then she pulled several times and admonished me to be still.  She 
released hold of the ball leash and placed her hands on my shoulders 
for stability.  Then, with wide eyes and an excited expression on her 
face, she began making sexy sounds.  The sounds she made are difficult 
to describe -- repeated "Ahhhh-AH!" sounds where the last part was a 
high pitched orgasmic yodel.  As she made those sounds, she slowly 
pumped her hips.  A moment later her pumping became faster, and her 
orgasmic sounds closer together.

Although I wanted to prolong the feel of being inside Suki forever, 
her relentless pumping and the sounds she made were too much for me.  
I felt myself helplessly approach, then cross, the point of 
inevitability.

"Aaaaaaagh! Suki!" I exclaimed as the paroxysms of ejaculation began 
to grip my insides.  Pulse after pulse spurted into Suki as I squirmed 
and writhed in ecstatic release.

Suki giggled when I finished spurting.  She slowly withdrew, and my 
cock was still firm.  Her smile told me that she enjoyed the session.  
She did not have to ask if I enjoyed it.

The next several sessions with Gladys were interesting.  She enjoyed 
using the ball leash to prolong the session.  Many times all it took 
was the thought of being inside Suki, and her orgasmic sounds, to 
bring me to the point where Gladys had to firmly yank on the ball 
leash to keep me from ejaculating.

When I did cross the line and spurt, I relived the sensual experience 
of spurting inside Suki.

I wondered how Gladys Goodhand, mistress of the holy grail of 
handjobs, was going to spice things up in future sessions.

She knew how to keep me coming back.


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