Hottest Handjob Stories: A Revenge Handjob For a Girl Who Ghosted

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The day of my greatest handjob began in not-so-great fashion. I was super hungover after a night of emotional drinking. A girl I thought that really liked me ghosted me. I’d finally figured out that the fantasy of having a long-term girlfriend that felt like my perfect match had once again, disintegrated into thin air.

It’s a shitty feeling, that realization when you fully understand that she isn’t calling you again. Its a worse feeling acknowledging it’s a pattern in your life. You contemplate when the tumble shall end – over a bevy of whiskey sours and aromatic craft beers.

The morning of death hangover, I laid in bed, mouth dry, scouring my phone for a solution to an insatiable sexual desire. As per usual, my hangover came a state of unrelenting horniness. I considered jerking off but held out hope that somewhere on the Internet I’d find someone willing to placate my desires in some dark fashion.

Looking for sex on the Internet feels like your walking down a back alley. There’s some peace in it, given the quiet, but you aren’t sure if you’re next step finds you clubbed over the head for a dollar in your pocket.

I ended up on a subreddit dedicated to wild sexual tales. It was one story that changed my life. The guy talked about how he used a handjob dating site to find a girl who enjoyed giving him erotic handjobs. He enjoyed being talked dirty to while receiving a handjob. In fact, he said he preferred the handjob to the blowjob because he wanted her mouth free to talk.

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He didn’t post a link to the site he used, but after a quick search, I discovered Free Handjob Hookup, a handjob personals site that connects guys and girls who enjoy giving and receiving erotic handjobs.

It sounded like a blend between a scam and some mythical fantasy.

I began browsing profiles. The girl I end up chatting with the most, we shall call her Jessica, takes a liking to my story. Of all the girls I messaged, she was the one who asked me the most personal details. She seemed “into” my story.

It seemed, she wanted to write her own handjob story.

You’ll see.

She told me that I “didn’t deserve to be ghosted” by any girl. She referred to the girl who ghosted me as a “whore” and constantly berated her. She told me that I was a “sap” for my unwillingness to go full-verbal-savage on her.

I was raised to be polite, even when my instincts rip my soul apart over it.

As we continued talking, I went from feeling as though Jessica was acting as my psychotherapist to feel she was motivated by her own needs.

She tells me that she wants to meet me and give me a handjob. She explains that it will be a revenge handjob.

Her picture was decently sexy. I suddenly felt a raging sexual excitement by the idea of meeting Jessica in person to write a handjob story of my own.

We met at a Motel 6. It was dingy but in a safe area. I paid for the room while she was texting she was on her way. I figured if I got duped and she no-showed, I’d just use the room to continue my online prowling. Or, give myself a handjob, I guess.

I could hear the clanking of heels pittering and pattering against uneven concrete outside my door. The room was dark, the shades drawn, the sounds of heels grew nearer.

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I knew it had to be Jessica.

I could sense her breath pressing against the door just before the sounds of knocking.

When I opened the door, Jessica was high in heels, donning a pretty white sundress with spaghetti top sleeveless straps, her breast pressed north towards her chin.

I was shocked. She was hot.

She walked in, we had some small talk. I apologized for the room, but she told me it was perfect.

Then she cut to the chase.

“Look, I know this is weird, but my handjob fantasy is giving guys handjobs for the purposes of revenge. It turns me on to be the girl who strokes the guy who got dumped. So I want you to remove your pants, shirt, everything, and lay on the bed.”

I was as dumbfounded as I was incredibly hard. I contemplated that I was being robbed seeing she didn’t offer to remove her clothes, but in a way, I just wanted to pull my hard dick out in front of her so bad that I opted to disregard.

She watched me undress. When my dick came out, she cast her eyes south and said, “it’s huge.”

My dick isn’t “huge,” per se, but I assume it was part of Jessica’s handjob story she was clearly writing for herself. She was lightly role-playing. She was enjoying herself.

Jessica reached into her purse and got some lotion. She climbed up on the bed, my dick throbbed a few times.

She assumed a handjob position that was her upright, on her knees. She used her dominant right hand to begin rubbing lotion on my stomach and thighs. After about a minute, that turned into my balls.

Her ball massage was light and sensual. I’ve had girls give me rough ball massages, Jessica’s was refined and tantalizing. She’d lightly rub the lotion into my balls, then use her bright red fingernails to graze them.

“She wasn’t as hot as me, was she?” Jessica said, clinching my balls a little firmer.

“No. No way.”

She lightly grazed her nails up my dick to the head. Using her left hand so squirt lotion down her own hand until it found her nails and my dick, I became invested in the most erotic handjob situation of my life. In fact, it was the most erotic, satisfying sexual endeavor I’d ever known.

I used to jerk off to handjob stories, well, and blowjob stories, but my own story was turning out better than all of those.

She slowly lathered up the top of my dick.

“It’s huge, it’s the perfect shape, I can’t wait to watch it explode with cum.”

I could not believe how hard I was. She was giving me a handjob, slowly, and I could feel pent up pleasure all over my midsection.

Her erotic handjob talk thrust me into a chamber of mental ecstasy.

“You deserve this handjob. This big dick is entitled to a hot girl like me stroking it. You cum was meant to be seen by me. Aren’t you so happy you didn’t jerk off?”

She went on.

“Tell me how hot I am. Beg me to remove my top.”

I began to beg her to remove her top. She smiled and using her non-handjob hand, she eloquently bumped the spaghetti strings off her shoulders. Her natural tits burst out. They were gorgeous. I was enamored and felt undeserving.

“So here’s the deal. I’m only going to finish you under one condition.”

At that moment, I felt the expected letdown city arriving. It was all too good to be true.

“I will finish you and I will change your life forever.” She said.

“What do you want?” I asked nervously, understanding that the most explosive orgasm of my life was now a hostage.

“You will give me your iPhone. I will use it to video your dick as it cums from my handjob. When finished, I will pan up to your face. After that, you will send the video to the girl that ghosted you. And then you will never talk to her again. Is this understood?”

I know for a fact that the normal, every day, dick is used to pee, guy, would never have gone for this. But you have to understand, I looked down at my dick’s head, it was solid purple from the stress of needing to cum and being stroked by a gorgeous girl. And it wasn’t that I hated her proposition, it turned me on also. But I was scared.

It’s a terrifying proposition to have your sexual deviance on a video. But she was using my phone. I felt like this was just part of her handjob story. She needed this. But she also understood I needed this.

For most of my life, girls ran me over. Even when I had a girlfriend, she’d only go out on me when her friends were busy and she didn’t have money to buy booze. I was a total loser sap with no balls.

“When she sees you cum, she’ll respect you. When she sees the size of this dick, she’ll miss what she never got.”

I unlocked my phone and gave it to her.

She turned the camera on. She pointed it at my dick. She started talking.

“Oh baby, it’s so big and hard. I can’t wait to see all this cum explode. You will never want for a handjob or a blowjob again. When you get home from work, I’ll be bent over the dinner table like a good girl. Before you eat anything, you’ll dominate my pussy and mouth. When we go to dinner, I’ll give you a handjob under the table. You treat me so amazing baby, I will always satisfy your needs.”

It was as if my entire pent up life filled the top of my dick. The apex of the orgasm felt as if it was lasting for minutes. I don’t know if it was just the situation or her handjob grip, but I my legs tightened up so long that I experienced light cramps, yet I refused to unlock them.

I called out “Oh God, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

I was worshipping her like a queen.

My cum exploded. The girls load shot into the air above the height of Jessica’s eye level. She followed that first load up calmly, serenely, smiling. ┬áIt collapsed down on a part of her dress. The second explosion shot super high and fell back down on her arm. The cum would not stop. My dick pulsated and throbbed as cum filled her hand and wrist.

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“You deserve this. I love watching your face when your big dick explodes with cum from my handjob.”

I must have pumped out 10 cum loads.

She panned my iPhone camera to my face. I finally felt relaxed, but I’m assuming wrinkles remained from the intense grind that occurred all over my body from my greatest handjob cum moment ever.

“See what you missed. This is how you treat a man that’s good to you and has a big dick.”

When she ceased filming, she asked me, “what’s her name, I’m going to make sure this is sent. No words, just the video.”

I should have felt uneasy. But instead, I was so enamored and devoted to Jessica, I told her. And I could hear the “swoop” sound when the video finally made it.

Of all the handjob stories I’d ever read, my own is now the one I jerk off to the most. I kept the video.

An odd thing happened the same day after Jessica’s handjob. I didn’t check my phone for messages for hours. Not for reasons of fear, but I didn’t care. I was so satisfied.

That night, I finally looked. The girl who ghosted me had sent me 9 text replies.

The first was insane anger. Telling me I was “disgusting” and accusing me of using a prostitute. Had I read those messages early on, I might have countered that point. Instead, she kept going. The later messages were less hostile.

“I was going to call you. You didn’t have to move on to a new girl.”

Two weeks later, the ghost girl texted me that she wanted to hang out on a Friday night. She asked if I’d leave my apartment open while I’m at work so that she could have dinner ready for me when I got home.

When I got home, she was totally nude and bent over my table. I dropped my pants without saying a word and approached her from behind. I started feeling around her pussy with my hard dick, but then slid back towards her ass.

“I get it,” she said.

I pounded her for 10 minutes. She kept calling out, “get it out of your system, I deserve this.”

She’d moan and sometimes scream out. Her hands almost appeared to need to be pried away from the table.

She stayed the night. She would sit down slowly whenever she needed to take a seat.

We still hang sometimes. But we are not an official item.