Chapter 2673 Hand Job Slut:>Ep3
- There was a sleazy video rental store two blocks from the sleazy laundromat. She took the bus to the store, and rented all the videos she could find that dealt with hand jobs. The money that Carl the ancient bartender had given her was just enough. She rented "Hand Job Honeys" and "Hand Jobs Across America" and "Tug Job Cuties" and "Wank My Wood" and a half dozen other titles. She took them home and popped one into her player. She fast forwarded through the meager plot scenes, right to the sex. She watched women giving hand jobs on their knees, giving hand jobs lying in bed, giving reach-around hand jobs from behind. She watched women whack off one man at a time, two men at a time, even three men at a time. She watched women who used a two-finger technique, women who used a full-fist technique, women who used both hands on a cock at the same time. She watched clothed women give hand jobs to nude men, nude women give hand jobs to clothed men, and nude women giving hand jobs to nude men. She watched women who stroked a cock dry, women who used spit, and women who used lube from a bottle. She watched how they stroked the shaft, how they stroked the balls, how they stroked the head. She watched fast, piston-like hand jobs, she watched slow, loving hand jobs, she watched quick, short hand jobs and long, drawn-out hand jobs. She watched every type of hand job imaginable in all the videos, from beginning to end, and memorized them.
- She learned many tricks from the hand job videos. She learned about the various parts of the penis and environs: the shaft, the glans, the slit, the rim, the frenulum, the scrotum, the taint. She learned about the short attention span of the cock, and how the penis needs constantly changing forms of stimulation to stay aroused. She learned about the scrotum and balls, and how they need a soft, gentle touch. She learned about pressures, and speeds, and lubrications, and the need for visuals like an open, gaping mouth, with an extended, panting tongue, even if it never actually touches the cock. She watched, and absorbed, all the lessons in the videos, earning herself a virtual Ph.D. in cock stroking right there in her living room, on her twelve inch black and white television and her garage-sale DVD player. By the end of the week, Nancy knew everything there was to know about manual stimulation of the penis, at least in theory. And now she was ready to apply that knowledge.
- It was Friday night. She didn't wait until closing time. She put on her tight, slutty outfit, the tight shorts and t-shirt. She laced up her tall, strappy espadrilles. She wished that she had some makeup or jewelry, to tart herself up even further, but she didn't own any. She didn't have any perfume, either, but she had some powder-scented deodorant. She sprayed it behind her ears and in back of her knees and on her wrists. She'd seen that in a movie once. She looked at herself in the mirror, and practiced looking pouty and sexy. She was ready.