Onanism at
the office
Life stunk. I was single,
lived in a small, one-bedroom flat and worked at an office full of women, doing
a job I absolutely detested. Yet I was stuck. I couldn’t find any other
employment, and believe me I had tried, the money I earned just about covered
my basic living expenses, so there was no chance of me going out at night
enjoying myself, and maybe finding a partner and I had become resigned to that
being my life until the day I died.
Every day I would trudge
into the office and spend the day listening to the dozen women that worked
there talking about their partners, their enjoyable lives and, worse of all,
their sex lives. People said men were crass when it came to talking about sex
but some of the things I heard would make most men blush. Stories of all-night
sex sessions, threesomes, swinger
parties, orgies and lesbianism filled the office day after day, all talked
about in the most intimate, graphic detail. I felt like I knew every single one
of them more than I would if I had slept with them and today was no exception.
Two of the women, both in
their mid-thirties, had come in together, both looking like they hadn’t had
enough sleep, giggling like naughty schoolgirls. Watching them closely
throughout the morning I noticed the two of them continuously touching each other
whenever they were close enough and thought no-one could see, looking at each
other longingly and disappearing to the ladies room, together, on at least
three occasions.
All the other women had
noticed as well but, unlike me, they weren’t as indiscreet. Laughter and
joviality filled the room as, one by one, the two women were questioned on
their behavior and all I could do was listen as graphic details of the night
before filled the office, Details of what started out as two work colleagues
going out for a quick drink turned into a few hours at a club followed by a drunken
fumble in the club’s toilets before they jumped in a taxi and headed back to
one of theirs.
From then the details
became more and more intimate and not something I’d have thought they wanted
everyone to know about, especially a man, as they described kissing, undressing
each other slowly, prolonged oral sex before spending what was left of the
night making passionate love. By the time they had finished it felt like I had
actually been in the room with them, I knew them that intimately, and I also
had another problem. The descriptions had given me the biggest, hardest
erection I could remember having for a long time.
Reaching under my desk,
making sure nobody was watching me, I squirmed in my seat as I tried to arrange
the hardness in my trousers so it wasn’t as uncomfortable, and realized that
their descriptions had turned me on so much pre-cum had begun to seep from my
glans. Feeling embarrassed, even though no-one knew, I stood up and, doing my
best to hide the obvious bulge in my trousers I quickly scurried to the men’s
room.
Once inside I entered one
of the stalls, locking the door behind me, and dropped my trousers and boxers
releasing the pressure that had built up. My cock throbbed as I wrapped my hand
around the base of the shaft, the swollen, purple head glistening with the
pre-cum I had felt at my desk, and I closed my eyes and began to stroke my
cock.
Using my free hand to
lean against the toilet door I stroked slowly, my head filled with the image of
my two colleagues naked and writhing around on the bed, and quickly began to
move my hand quicker. As I jerked my cock rapidly my breathing became more and
more erratic, and I began gasping for breath the closer I got to my climax.
Tensing my whole body I
felt my legs begin to tremble as I struggled to maintain control, my balls
tightening as the image I had in my mind became even clearer, and with a long,
low gasp my cock began to twitch in my hand and the first eruption of cum
exploded from the end, and against the toilet door. Yet instead of just
finishing there an then, my release whole, I stood and continued to milk my
cock until there was nothing left.
Only once I was
completely drained did I open my eyes and, as I watched my seed running down
the door, I reached behind me for something to clear it up but found I had
picked the one stall that had run out of paper. Hurriedly I dressed myself and
opened the door, grabbing some paper from the adjacent stall and quickly
cleaned the mess I had made before rinsing my face down and heading back into
the office to my desk.
As I began to start work
again one of the women walked over to me and bent down.
“You know if you let me
watch you next time maybe I’ll let you watch me,” she whispered into my ear
before walking away slowly.
2 comments:
Oh to be a fly in that stall!
What a wonderful way to wake up. Thank you Julez
I think I have decided to forgo coffee every morning and just on by here for my daily "pick me up". Hot Diggety Damn that was hot. Like the lady in the story I would love to actually "watch" next time. Well actually I would rather participate, I hate seeing such good cream going to waste. ;)
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