Married Masturbator - Sex Stories

Married Masturbator

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But the most shameful act in the workplace was when he was once the last person to leave the office. Two cubicles down, sat a hot 25 year old brunette. She was small and very pretty. She wore tight clothing and Mark had lusted after her the minute she started working there. That evening, as he prepared to leave, he stopped by her empty desk. There, he pulled his hardening penis out and masturbated, standing next to her chair, imagining her looking at him - looking at his reddening married face, than down again at his large raging erection. As his testicles tightened up against his penis, he surveyed her desk. With a grunt and a big sigh, he emptied his balls all over her desk. Cum splattered against her mouse and on her mouse pad. He took a piece of tissue paper from her dispenser and wiped off the sperm - not too carefully. Enough to leave a trace of his seed on those places he knew she'd touch. For the rest of the time he worked there, he'd see her delicate fingers caress that mouse, her palm running over the mouse pad, and know his seed was on her flawless skin...

But his favorite time to masturbate was at home when Julie had gone out. When she called to him that she was leaving he'd wait for the door to latch, listen for the car engine to start and then he'd run to the home computer. There he'd open a private browser, careful not to leave too many digital traces, and pull up some pornography. He'd delight in lowering his trousers and underpants down around ...

... his ankles and then pull up a porn forum which had an endless supply of naked girls for him to masturbate to. He'd pick out the young ones, and focus on the ones standing there without smiling. For some reason he liked them completely naked, looking at him like they knew what he was doing. He'd shift his eyes up and down their naked bodies, surveying their nipples and their flat stomachs and their tight shaved pubic slit.

Then, he'd find one of them showing their bottoms, finally ones with them bending over so he could see their assholes. Sometimes he'd do this for hours. But then, as he felt that familiar tingle in his erect penis he'd switch to hard core porn, especially pictures of young girls' faces with fresh white sperm draped over their cheeks and lips, with an erect cock hovering just inches from their faces, a trace of cum still leaking from the piss slit. This is what usually sent him over the edge. He'd stand up, his raging erection arching over the desk, and with an uninhibited roar, ropes of cum would bolt out of his piss slit and splatter all over the desk. Over the years, pints of cum had been smeared over that desk, cum which should have flooded into Julie's tight little married cunt.

Day after day he would drain his balls, sometimes cutting it fine with Julie. Once, he masturbated in a hotel bed while she was in the shower. The very moment he ejaculated, she stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He was breathing heavily and his faced was flushed. ...