I’m married but play with myself to the thought of him [FM]

I sat in the empty classroom, stunned. The coldness of the metal was in stark contrast to the warmth that spread through my body, emanating from somewhere deep inside. I looked down again at the phone in my hand. The words on the screen stared back at me, completely unashamed.

It had been a while since I had thought about one of those days, the ones where I used to languish in the warmth of another person’s unfamiliar presence. Back then, much of my life revolved around chasing that feeling, a combination of a nervous anticipation and desperate lust.

The story I had just read was semi-autobiographical and infuriatingly sexy. Josh has always had a sense of confidence that I’d admired. It seemed like whatever he wanted, he did; he laughed when he wanted to laugh and had no problem recognizing his own achievements. The first few times I met him, he came across as confident- cocky nearly to the point of machismo. He always knew exactly what he desired. And I wanted nothing more than to please him.

When I decided to enter a monogamous marriage, Josh became a guilty memory. He crossed my mind sometimes, often at the most surprising or intimate of moments. And as much as I remembered him for his sense of humor and kindness, there was something else that struck me even more.

He had a perfect cock, long enough to fill me and thick enough that it stretched my pussy, and he knew how to use it. One minute Josh would be laughing and joking with me on my bed and the next he would transform into a dark-eyed stranger, pinning my body under his. It was magical and frightening knowing that he could overpower me at any time and use me, that I could become his slut whenever he wanted.

Thinking of him occasionally, especially when I was getting fucked by my husband, filled me with guilt. But sometimes I couldn’t help it.

Back to the story he’d just sent me. There were quite a few poetic licenses that he had taken- dare I say, factual inaccuracies- but I’ll let them slide. Most of it was actually spot on, and even mentioned things that I had forgotten. But one thing Josh hadn’t written about was the morning that followed, which was arguably even better than the night before.

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I thought about that morning as I left the classroom and walked to my friend’s house, and although I tried to focus on the conversation I couldn’t ignore the hardness of my nipples or the throbbing between my legs. She could tell I wasn’t focused on whatever she was saying, and I just prayed she hadn’t noticed the (somewhat) subtle signs of my arousal. I would’ve loved to explore her body too, if I could, and this feeling was made stronger when she randomly decided to bring out her yoga mat and have a spontaneous exercise session. She unrolled the mat and bent down, beginning with some stretches. I tried not to watch as her shirt creeped up her chest when she twisted. Every now and then she would breathe audibly, sometimes almost a moan, as she switched positions. When she stood I could see the curve of her ass underneath her shorts. I tried to focus on my laptop and complete my assignments, but the combination of thinking about Josh and the slow, languid movement of my friend’s body in my peripheral vision was too much. Ever the dreamer, I began to get lost in my memories.

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I woke up just in time to see the sun rising outside my window. It glowed orange and pink over the city, which was still mostly asleep. Josh lay next to me in a deep slumber, his lips slightly parted. His eyebrows were furrowed and I could tell he was dreaming. Not wanting to wake him but still wanting to touch, I traced my fingers through his dark curls and down the curve of his neck. Pulling back the twisted sheets, I worked my way down his chest. When I got to the waistband of his boxers, I hesitated. I could feel the heat of his dick and I longed to suck it while it was still only semi-hard, to hold it in my mouth until it reached its full length and could no longer fit. But.. was it ethical?

Fuck it. He had used me the night before in any way he wanted, and now it was my turn.I pulled back his boxers, freeing his cock and letting it flop onto my face. It was harder than I had expected, and I kissed it gently, tracing its length with the tip of my tongue. When I reached the head I gave it a light flick and it twitched in response. Josh groaned softly as I engulfed his cock in its entirety and held it in my mouth, savoring the taste. I continued to play with my toy, sucking it hungrily, and it rewarded me by growing harder. At a certain point I was no longer able to take it all, but as soon as I began to let it slide out of my mouth I felt hands in my hair. Josh was awake, and he wasn’t going to let me stop what I had started. I let out a muffled yelp as he forced me back down onto his cock. Once in control, I was now unable to pull away and I choked on his thick cock until I gagged, which is when he finally loosened his grip.

I gasped for air, and for the first time that day, we made eye contact. I could tell that I was a mess with swollen lips, teary eyes, and tangled hair. His face was dark in the silhouette of the sunrise, but his eyes gleamed brighter than ever as he looked down at me, tiny and mischievous, caught in the act.

“Did I tell you to stop?” I took that as an order and dove back down, but he yanked me up by my hair. “Answer me. Did I tell you to stop?” My voice was quiet as I responded.

“No.”

Josh slapped me lightly. “No what?”

“No, Daddy.”

That was the correct answer. He pushed me back down.

“That’s right, slut. Keep sucking my cock.”

I did as I was told and continued sucking him off, pleasuring his cock from base to tip. Josh was thrusting his hips to meet me and using me as his personal fucktoy. Pulling me to my feet, he got off the bed and forced me down on my knees in front of him.

“Whose good little whore are you?” His voice was deep and echoed through my mind. I only had a split second to make my decision. I became hyper aware of the ring on my finger, and it nearly burned.

“Yours, Daddy. I’m yours.”

Josh swooped me up and placed me facing him on my desk. He came close and I suddenly felt shy under his commanding stare.

“And what does my cumslut want?”

His eyes sent electricity through me. My pussy ached. It was so wet that it dripped between my thighs and onto the desk. I realized that I’d been so focused on pleasing my master that it hadn’t been touched even once this whole time. And as soon as this revelation occurred to me, I turned frantic. I needed his cock more than ever.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I need you inside of me.”

“Look at me.” He gripped my neck, forcing me to submit to his gaze, before leaning in and whispering in my ear. “Is your pussy aching, baby?”

I whimpered as I felt his fingers loosen their hold on my neck and move downwards, trailing over my chest.

“You’ve been teasing me and now you need to be played with, isn’t that right?”I nodded furiously, breathing fast. His fingers were circling my sensitive clit now, dipping down into my soaked cunt.

“Fuck, Elena, you’re so wet for Daddy.” He entered me with his index finger and I gasped. It wasn’t enough and I thrusted my hips to get it as deep as I could.

“What’s wrong? Does my slut need more?” I writhed on his single finger, desperate.

“Yes! Oh my god, Daddy, please.” He obliged, slipping his middle finger inside me as well. His thumb rubbed my clit. It was better than anything I had felt in a long time, and I felt myself building up to a climax. I pulsed around Daddy as he fingerfucked me into oblivion, but my ecstasy was shattered when he pulled out suddenly. His fingertips were dripping.

“No!” I cried. “More. I want more,” and in my helplessness I tried to grind against him, but he just laughed.

I looked down and watched him position his cock up against my entrance. I went instinctively to rub it against my clit, but Josh pinned my hands down. He shoved his fingers in my mouth and I could taste myself.

“You think I care what you want?” He growled in a voice so low I thought I would melt. “You don’t get to decide. You cum when I say so, and not a second before.”

The tip of his cock entered me slowly, stretching my tiny pussy.

“Daddy,” I pleaded. “Please..” He moved painfully slow, forcing me to feel every inch of his cock.

“Please what?” He pulled out and rubbed the tip around my hole, teasing it.

My voice was hoarse with yearning.”Please give me your cock. Fuck me, Daddy, give it to me pleas–”

He loved watching me beg, but the inviting warmth of my tight cunt was too much to resist and he plunged in before I could finish the sentence. My moans grew louder as his thick cock stretched me, pounding in and out of my pussy. I played with my clit while he used me, but I obeyed his orders and didn’t let myself cum.

“Fuck. Your cock looks so fucking good thrusting into me, Daddy.”

He responded by pinching my nipple, which drove me wild. I bucked harder against him, my nails digging into his back.

“You want to cum, Elena?”

I tried to say yes, but all that came out was a moan. Luckily, he understood. Josh lifted me off the desk and threw me on the bed. Usually we fucked doggystyle so he could slap my ass and pull my hair, but there was something that prevented him from flipping me face down ass up.

Maybe it was the realization that this might be our last time together. Maybe he knew that I never felt more like an obedient slut serving my daddy than when his eyes bore into mine as I pleasured him. Whatever the reason, he decided to fuck me in missionary.

“Cum for me.”

I was so close and his command sent me over the edge. My moans turned to a yell.

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck. Keep fucking me, I’m gonna cum on your cock..” My body shook as I pulsed around him, feeling an incredible release that I hadn’t had in a long time.

“Yeah, cum on this cock, slut. Good fucking girl…” He grabbed at my tits, perfectly shaped for his hand, while he drove into me and as his grunts got louder I knew he was close. My orgasm subsided and I began to regain some lucidity.

“Daddy, I’m your obedient little slut. Use me however you want, I need your cum..” He fucked me even harder.

“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, babygirl?” He kept steadily pumping into me but I could hear him losing control. I pulled him close and caressed his shoulders before suckling on his neck.

“Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Fill me up with your cum, make me yours. I want to feel you finish inside of me…” I kissed his earlobe and massaged his hair. “..Master.”

Josh’s cock grew even bigger than I ever thought possible as he shot streams of cum up inside me. This was my favorite feeling of sex; successfully having served a cock and being rewarded with warm, sticky cum as it continued to pulse inside my pussy.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

We lay there for a little while with his body engulfing mine, his cock calming down. I loved being combined with him, entangled even after the best parts had ended. Our breathing steadied and I gave him a kiss on the forehead. Outside, the morning was officially in full swing.

“You should go if you wanna catch your train,” I reminded him. “Remember to wear those sweatpants.”

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Nearly three years later, I’m waking up to the same city sunrise in a better bed, in a different neighborhood, light-years happier than I used to be, and finally feeling like I have a clear direction in life. I’m absentmindedly rubbing my clit, tracing circles around my nipples, rereading what I just wrote and the story that inspired it. Next to me, my husband is asleep. His dark curls frame his face, his thick eyebrows furrowed in a dream. His lips are slightly parted, begging for a kiss. He fell asleep in sweatpants which outline the form of his semi-hard cock.

Maybe it’s time to try and recreate a memory. Maybe I should give the memory a call.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10la058/im_married_but_play_with_myself_to_the_thought_of