Shaun is online. The message popped up on my desktop making that annoying pinging noise. The damn noise I could just not figure out how to turn off.
The pop up stayed there as I glared at it. Old familiar feelings coursing through my veins, heading right for my lower regions. I sighed. I needed to stop the mixture of excitement, wrongness, and horniness from reaching my pussy.
It was a sigh in vain.
I was currently in a committed, monogamous relationship with a good hearted, successful boy called matt. In fact our 6 month anniversary was just around the corner. He was an amazing lover. Possessing all the tools in bed to keep up with my never ending sexual desires.
I thought the days off my pussy ruling my life were over. Long gone were the months of sucking and fucking every random internet guy. The mock rape scenes and threesomes were stuff for fantasies. I went to therapy and worked hard to overcome my sex addiction. I was a good girl now. I had grown up. Finished my degree. Secured a job and settled down. We talked off marriage, kids and the white picket fence -- the life most girls dream off.
But I wasn't like most girls. Sometimes when I thought really hard I could actually convince myself my life was not a lie. Therapy had actually changed me. I had become the woman society expected me to become. But deep down my inner whore fought daily to be heard. It struggled against these societal bonds wanting to break free of its repression.
Underneath that women I had become I was still a slut. There was no two ways about it. I hid it well, but it never let me forget its existence.
It was that inner slut that saw the online ping as its opportunity to break free. My pussy was wet. I was no longer thinking with my brain. It was time for the whore version of me to take charge.
"Wassup bitch?" Shaun knew how to turn me on. He was an old fuck buddy of mine. We fucked for almost a year before my current relationship. He slapped me, bit me, choked me, and used me. And I loved every minute of it.
There was something about him that I could not resist. And it wasn't just that amazing cock of his that could turn me from a respectful woman into a begging bitch within seconds.
There was something else. I'm not quite sure what it was, although I suspect it was our shared views on sex. I think we both believed sex was not an act of intimacy (something I struggle with in my current relationship) it was an act of raw, carnal lust with no emotional hang-ups. I didn't care for him -- he didn't care for me. We suited each other perfectly.
Emotionless fucking. No expectation of anything else. I missed it.
"Hey cock," I replied -- my every instinct crying at me to ignore the message. But it was too late the whore was in control.
"I shaved my cock and balls today," he typed. " I think you will be proud of me."
"Let me see," I excitingly responded, before I could allow the feelings of guilt to surface and restrain me from getting a glimpse of the cock I craved.
The video call chimed. There was the briefest conscious struggle as I reached over to answer it.
Was this considered cheating on my boyfriend?
As much as I was a slut, I was still the slut that loved matt dearly and would never want to cause him any hurt.
The struggle was over in moments. The pull of Shaun's cock was a magnetic force I was inexplicably drawn too.
He paraded his cock and balls in front of the camera as my mouth salivated.
"What you want to do to me with that cock?"
"Choke you on it."
"You couldn't make me choke, I've got no gag reflex remember?"
"Oh I could."
"I'll hold your head down with my legs, till you can't breathe."
I had an instant flashback to a football game he had sat and watched at my house. I of course was on my knees, mouth buried in his groin. His cock was pushing on my throat muscles determined to force its way past them. He had wrapped those pure muscle legs of his around my head, leaving me powerless to resist. When I struggled to breath and attempted to dislodge those rock hard thighs my efforts were futile. He had a strength that far surpassed mine and most men I know, and I would not breathe until he decided I was able to.
It was a scene I was desperate to recreate.
"I want to cum all over your face!"
