THE MASTURBATRIX 'The thing about Suzy,' Jerry said over his shoulder, 'is that she's so incredibly good at wanking.' I blinked and leaned forward in my chair. 'Come again?' 'Well, exactly. She just won't take "No more" for an answer. And she makes you want it again anyway. Definitely.' 'Let me get this straight,' I said, 'this friend of yours, this Suzy, this, "good person for me to meet under the circumstances", she's a . . . what . . . a whore?' 'Not at all,' he brought over my drink, smiling benignly at my puzzlement, 'she does it for love, not money. In a sense she's an amateur but that's the wrong word; makes her sound inexperienced. In point of fact she's an expert. A divine expert. She's looking forward to meeting you.' Fortunately I hadn't yet started my drink, I would have choked. 'Just what have you told her about me? What have you arranged?' He seated himself on the sofa and sipped his own drink. 'Don't worry mate, nothing indiscreet, nothing incriminating. Only your first name, and that you're a friend of mine, you've been jilted, you're pissed off. And haven't we all. And I haven't really "arranged" anything at all; just suggested that you two might like to get to know each other, no more than that.' 'If you think that I'm going to forget all about Ella just because of a quick shag ---' 'No, no, I've told you; she doesn't fuck, she wanks. A Masturbatrix. She positively isn't interested in bonking. Believe me; I've tried to get in there. She's lovely. But she only likes to - no, "likes" is the wrong word too; she's totally obsessed with dicks, with playing with them, teasing them, making them stiff as hell and relentlessly and mercilessly wanking them. She has to be experienced to be believed. You won't regret it.' I put my drink down. My knee-jerk protests died away as Jerry's description began to get to me, somewhere in the groin area. Suddenly the prospect of meeting this Suzy became more interesting. 'But what does she get out of it?' I persisted. 'Yes, I've wondered that too. It seems to be like a compulsion; she's driven to go on and on until you've really, really, had enough. And I mean really. Then she just goes home. Yes, it's weird. She once told me, when pressed, that she re-lives it all in fantasy when she's by herself. Gets off on it, I suppose. Prefers it that way. Only likes to come in private, by herself - bugger it.' I opened my mouth but I can't now remember what I was going to say because at that moment the bell rang. 'And here is the lovely lady; excuse me a moment.' As I listened to Jerry's footsteps going down the stairs I felt my heart begin to pound. Was this what I really wanted? I seemed to be well and truly trapped. Was there any way of escape now? I had brief fantasies of climbing out of the bathroom window. Was Jerry expecting us to perform in front of him? I wouldn't stand for that (no pun intended). Too late; I could hear them coming back up, conversation too muffled to make out. Jerry said something about hanging her coat up. I stood up as she came into the room alone. 'Hello, I'm Suzy. You must be Mark.' She was short, with her blond hair in curiously dated looking bunches on either side of her head. Looked in her late twenties. Quite pretty in an elfish sort of way with a pointed face, strong smile creases making a V shape towards her chin. 'Hello. Yes, I'm Mark. Very nice to meet you.' My response sounded absurdly, inappropriately formal, given what Jerry had just told me. She held out her hand. I almost flinched, imagining she was going straight for my cock but fortunately realised that she was probably just responding to my formality. I took her hand just as Jerry came in. 'Sorry, I didn't introduce you two but it seems like you've done that already. What will you have to drink, Suzy?' We held hands for what seemed just a moment longer than is usual, then she turned and followed Jerry over to his drinks cabinet and I took the opportunity to admire her petite figure and especially her behind as she leaned over to see what was on offer. I could easily imagine anyone finding her really attractive, not just the looks but there was a warmth and directness in her that immediately spoke to me. But how much was it because of what Jerry had just said about her? I wondered. Jerry had given me no sense of an agenda beyond coming round for, "a few drinks". He had made it clear that it was not a dinner party, but not an ordinary drinks party either; apparently no-one else was expected. It could have felt awkward and uncomfortable, with stilted silences, but when we sat down I was relieved to find that we started talking easily right away. Jerry is good at that kind of thing. He and I go back a long way, so we've usually got loads to say to each other. And he and Suzy seemed to have shared quite a history too, so we fell into talking together as if it were the most natural thing. I can't now remember in detail what we talked about but I remember feeling stimulated - intellectually that is, not just in the gonads. There were times when I almost forgot why we had been brought together in the first place. After an hour or so, Jerry looked at his watch, abruptly apologised about having to get an early night and before we knew it, Suzy and I were being ushered out into the street. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It took me a moment to catch up with events but I managed to say, 'It doesn't seem that late to me. It's unusual for Jerry to cry off so early. Would you like to come over to my place for a cup of coffee? I only live a few blocks away.' 'I'd love to,' she said, 'but I won't bother with the coffee, thank you. It keeps me awake.' We started walking. The night was surprisingly warm 'Well, if you don't like coffee, perhaps I can get you something else.' I persisted feebly. She turned and looked up at me sideways as we walked. 'How much has Jerry told you about me?' My mouth opened and closed. I just couldn't say it straight out like that. Besides, he might be playing a huge practical joke on us, although, when I thought about it, that wasn't like him. 'He said you were an unusually . . . gifted person.' I offered eventually. She looked thoughtful a moment, then smiled and nodded. 'Yes, that's how I could imagine him talking.' she said. 'How do you feel about it?' I felt panicky; neither of us had still said anything explicit yet. It could still be a hugely embarrassing misunderstanding. However after a pause I managed to get out, 'Yes, I'm interested.' She took my arm and hugged it to her. 'Oh, good. I'm glad.' We walked on in silence, Suzy still holding onto my arm. We still hadn't spoken when we crossed the quiet London square where I lived and arrived at my flat. I unlocked the street door and we waited for the antiquated lift. The moment we were inside it, Suzy turned to me as if about to speak, but instead pressed herself against me full length and cupped my belongings in her hand. She sighed and murmured into my shoulder, 'Is this OK with you?' I ummed, but put my arms around her until the lift reached my floor. As the doors opened we discretely separated, but once inside my flat she pounced on me again, catching one of my legs between her knees. After a moment she drew back. 'Oh, I forgot to ask, does anyone else live here?' 'No, we're all alone.' I said. 'Oh, good.' She responded emphatically and flitted about, giving herself a quick tour. I intercepted her as she flew past, pulled her to me and tried to kiss her. She gently pushed me away, looking at me slightly wide eyed with a slow shake of her head. 'No, that's not on. We hardly know each other.' Again I was puzzled as to just what we were supposed to be doing there. 'I'm sorry . . .' I began, but she was already on her knees in front of me. She looked up. 'Well I'm sorry if this seems rather strange to you, Mark. That's why I asked you what Jerry had said about me.' 'Well, he didn't go into a lot of details, but he said you liked to . . . that you liked . . . well, penises.' She threw her head back and laughed. 'Does the Pope shit in the woods?' she twinkled. It took me a few moments to get that one. 'Listen, Mark,' she went on looking more serious, 'I really like you. I mean it, even though we've only just met. I know you've been hurt recently; that's what Jerry said, anyway. And I don't want to . . . to do anything that would make things worse. On an emotional level, I mean.' She paused a moment and looked up to see how I was doing. I nodded. 'I'm not offering to be your girlfriend or your lover. Please be very clear on that one. Nor do I want you to try to fuck me. In fact, I'd really prefer it if you didn't even ask me. OK?' What could I say? 'Sure, that is OK with me. And if I'm honest with myself, I don't think I'll be ready for another relationship for quite some time. What would you like to do?' 'This.' she said, nuzzling my crotch, running her hands up and down my thighs and onto my buttocks. I realised after a few moments that she was trying to open my zip with her teeth. It was my turn to laugh. 'There are easier ways of doing that, you know.' She smiled up at me. 'Never could resist a challenge.' And tried again. The zip started to come down but stuck half way as it usually does on those trousers. She brushed aside my helping hands. 'I'm a big girl now. I like to do it all by myself.' she said, quite firmly, then softened, 'As long as that's all right with you.' All the same she finished off the zip with her hands. 'Help yourself,' I responded, 'I am putty in your hands.' 'Not for long, if I have anything to do with it.' she muttered, reaching inside my underpants. I loved her sense of humour. I loved how she could keep her sense of humour even when doing "serious" things like being incredibly sexy. I loved what she started doing to my dick. It had already begun to rise when she was fiddling with my zip but as she brought it out and began seriously stroking it with both hands it decided it was a good time to swell up in earnest. She rolled it all around her face, kissing it from time to time. I felt it continue growing and stiffening. 'How long since you last came?' she asked matter-of-factly. Though I was taken aback by the question I couldn't help responding to her directness, 'Not since before I split up with my girlfriend. That's over a week ago now. I just haven't felt like it. Why?' I thought I saw surprised, sad, calculating and concerned expressions competing together on her face. She seemed to reach a decision. 'I think you'll need a quickie first, then. Just to get back into the swing of things.' I opened my mouth to protest at the implications of, "first". I'd always thought of myself strictly as a once-a-night-is-enough (for the man) sort of person but I remembered what Jerry had said about Suzy's expertise. Meanwhile Suzy swiftly stood, whirled around behind me and pressed herself full length against my back. Her hands came snaking round my hips, the right one seizing my dick and the other cradling my balls in the palm, fingertips reaching back underneath. She proceeded to masturbate me in a very business-like fashion with rapid and vigorous strokes of her arm, holding my by now straining dick between her thumb and three fingers. At the same time the fingertips of her left hand reached further back between my legs, pressing up firmly just behind my balls. Under that onslaught I came within half a minute. Suzy kept her left fingers pressing upwards for just a moment, feeling my spasms, before releasing and allowing my semen to spurt out. 'How fortunate you have polished wood and not carpets.' she observed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A short while later we were lounging on the sofa, chatting about nothing in particular, sipping herbal tea (so that Suzy wouldn't be kept awake) but, incongruously, I wore nothing below the waist. That was, of course, at Suzy's insistence. As we talked she snuggled against my chest and stroked the tops of my thighs, lightly at first, in the direction of the hairs, and then going in circles, gradually moving down to the smoother skin on the inside of my thighs, bit by bit sliding up until she was just brushing the underside of my scrotum. Part of me knew precisely what was going on and yet another part of me was distracted by the talk. Before I knew it I realised to my amazement that I had the beginnings of another erection. 'That's more like it.' She took a firmer grip. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to do another "Wham, Bam" on you, I'm going to take my time and enjoy this one.' Keeping her fist wrapped tightly around my throbbing member, she began to move up and down again, but this time very slowly, stretching my penis as she pulled away from me, then pressing down firmly to the base, dragging my foreskin off the head and stretching it as far as it would go. She kept it up with dogged persistence for over ten minutes, by which time my bollocks were aching to come again. I wanted to do something, almost anything, to bring the process to a swift conclusion. Somehow her relentless slow-motion movements had me hypnotised; she had me pinned down just by holding my cock. I tried grinding my hips up and down to increase the stimulation but she merely moved with me so that my efforts brought me no extra friction and my arousal still hung there at ninety-eight percent. I grew increasingly agitated; I had to move. I put my arm around her but a glance warned me off trying to kiss her again, which had crossed my mind. All I could do was hug her, which she accepted, resting her head back on my chest and watching her hand pursue its ruthless, sadistically slow-motion oscillations. I groaned. 'Suzy, you have a magic touch. Really. But please go ahead and finish me off. I can't bear any more.' She looked up, wide eyed again. Whether she was really surprised or teasing I couldn't tell but she had almost the tone of a nursery school teacher encouraging a reluctant toddler. 'Oh Mark, don't expect to finish so soon. Don't hurry, we've only just started. We could do lots more; you'd be surprised.' I was. Already I had a second erection where previous experience had taught no erection should be and I was amazed at how much I wanted it, wanted her to continue and finish it off. But she wouldn't. In fact at that moment she stopped moving up and down, took hold of the base of my penis firmly and shook it vigorously, sending exquisite though unfulfilling sensations through my entire body. Stiff though it was, she slapped it a few times against my belly and then released it so that it sprang up again. Then she left it quite alone and started stroking the underside of my scrotum with the most exquisite, feathery touches of her fingertips. My dick strained even more, throbbing to be released from tension. I reached down towards it. Suzy immediately became playfully fierce (I think it was playfully). 'No, Mark. I do that. You have it done to you.' I groaned and repeated my request for swift despatch, but without much hope. Then she became whimsical, seizing my cock again but pulling it around playfully in every direction, giving it the occasional stroke, all the while improvising a childish nonsense song and giggling. Without any warning she wanked me as hard and as quickly as she could for two seconds. I cried out, sensing an end to my torments, but by then she had gone back to playing about. I became annoyed and almost shouted at her but a brief repeat of the ultra rapid movements rendered me speechless. I had quite lost track of time by now but she kept up her teasing for ages, bringing me to within an inch of coming and then immediately going back to her maddeningly idiotic games. Eventually she tired of them and pulled me to my feet. For some reason I assumed that she was going to take me to the bedroom but instead she led me backwards towards the kitchen, which opens directly from the lounge. When we got to the door she pulled my shirt off and then made me back into place in the doorway, my arms raised, hands holding onto each side of the frame. 'You mustn't move,' she said solemnly, holding up a finger, 'that would spoil it.' Suzy stepped back a few paces and admired the view. A smile spread across her face. Much as I trusted her I began to feel self-conscious. 'I---', I began but she was already moving back towards me. She knelt and made me open my legs so wide that my feet touched the door frame at either side. Again she stepped back to consider. 'Lovely.' was her verdict. Then she took up a position less than three feet away, directly in front of me and stared at my penis. It was still achingly stiff, arching towards her. She bent forwards ever so slightly and flipped it playfully with her fingertips, much as a kitten plays with a ball of paper. She repeated with the other hand and smiled up at me. I must have had a stupid expression on my face because she giggled again, but not unkindly. Gleefully. She bent to her task, alternating her hands and gradually increasing the force of her blows. They became firm but not painful. At first I just felt my penis waggling with each blow, but gradually I started to experience the slapping as a turn on. I started to groan and she moved to my right, just using one hand with a rapid up and down flapping action. Suddenly I came and my semen burst forth from my penis in a shower. Suzy gripped it tightly as it twitched its last. 'I'm really taking advantage of your lack of carpets.' she said. 'One can't do this kind of thing just anywhere, you know.' She led me unprotesting to the bathroom and thoroughly bathed my limp and rather tender member, kissing it on the tip when she'd finished. She took me to the bedroom at last and lay me down on my back. 'Shan't be long.' she said and darted away. I expect she went and wiped up where I'd come on the floor - I certainly found no trace of it the next day - but my mind was in no state for logical speculations just at that moment. I lay there with my eyes closed and drifted. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I must have fallen asleep momentarily because I was awakened by Suzy sucking my penis. I started to protest feebly but she grunted something and pushed my hands away. Oh, go ahead and indulge your obsession, I thought, you won't get anywhere; there's nothing left to be had. It's bone dry after all that. Or so I thought. It took much longer than the previous time but Suzy's persistent work began to have an effect. She rolled my cock around, playing with it with her tongue and sucking it tightly against the roof of her mouth. From time to tie she tickled under my scrotum. Little by little, against all reason, my prick began to respond. 'Can we play a game?' she asked brightly. 'Is a bear a Catholic?' I replied. 'What else have we . . . have you been doing all evening but playing games?' She gave a stage pout but her hand continued to stroke me lightly. 'Well I take this very seriously. But what I had in mind was a little fantasy; I think you'll like it' 'What?' 'Stretch out your arms and legs as far as they'll go, to the corners of the bed. Yes that's it. Really stretch. Imagine you're tied up like that. No, relax, I mean just imagine. I'm not really going to tie you up or anything. It's all voluntary.' I had misgivings, it seemed pretty weird to me but, what the hell? She propped my head up on a pillow and knelt between my legs. 'You're my prisoner.' She said intensely. 'I can do anything with you that I want. And I'm going to.' She took my balls and the base of my cock in both hands and started moving the entire apparatus around with a circular motion, like a massage. From time to time she ran her thumb up my cock with a flick that had me jumping and twitching, partly at the sensation but just as much at the anticipation. She laughed at me. 'I've got you where I want you. I can do anything I want with you.' She repeated. 'Keep your arms and legs spread. You're tied up, remember?' She went through many of the routines she'd done before, waving my willy about wildly, slapping it, wanking slowly and then furiously. At one point she gripped it very tightly whilst she repeatedly slapped my balls. She started softly but gradually built up until it became quite painful. I started squirming but there was no way of avoiding the slaps without moving out of my spread-eagled position. She laughed again but thankfully knew when to stop, just at the point when I couldn't stand it any longer. At times she sucked me, holding my cock tightly and pressing it hard against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, then nibbling very gently with her lips and teeth. I had been driven frantic by some of the things she had done earlier, but now I was experiencing a very different state. After the moments of pain when Suzy slapped my balls and I had moved involuntarily, I became still and passive and allowed her to do whatever she liked. I don't mean that I was not turned on - my dick was reaching for the ceiling as improbably hard as it has ever been - but my mind had gone over the top. It had slowed down and entered some kind of, I suppose, altered state. I don't really know anything about such things but I was fully aware of my body, of what Suzy was doing to it, of how much it longed to come, but somehow I was drifting above it . . . 'Look at me. Look right into my eyes. Keep them open. Keep on looking.' I was brought back to earth, or my bed, with a jolt. She was quite close, bending over my face, one hand reaching back and pumping for all it was worth. I looked. She was totally focused on me, staring deeply into my eyes and breathing heavily. Her hand seemed to have a separate existence, moving vigorously whilst her eyes held mine unwaveringly. 'Look. Keep on looking. Don't look away.' I felt my third climax approaching and realised that she knew it and that she wanted me to try to go on l