I worked with two, sometimes three other people in a backroom originally designed to be a photolab with a closeable door. We kept the space dark except for the glow of monitors and lamps and played music constantly.
It was a dream, except for the long hours, crappy pay and required overtime on weekends...
Anyway, when we weren't working on weekends I'd come in and surf (don't have a home connection). After I found out about your page I'd even come in a half-hour or hour early to surf during the week, but I almost got caught too many times. On the weekends I'd make sure none of my coworkers were planning to come in. Then, if I got the urge to go to town, I could indulge!
I've masterbated at work before, but only in the bathroom.
It seemed--DECADENT!-- to do it at your desk. I was so horny and bored
at my first publishing job that I'd go in the bathroom, wash my hands
and stick a finger in myself and diddle away (that is, as long as no
one else came in). I'd get pissed off if I was interrupted--should I
stop, or did it sound like they'd be quick? The slightly sloshy sound
of my finger working in and out would be a dead giveaway. I'd taste
myself afterwards--sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes just salty. I
gave it up after a while, except for special occasions like after
giving my then girlfriend a hot phone call at work. "Imagine my mouth
on your cunt. I'd love to lick you up and down, sliding my tongue
around your lips. Do you know where my tongue wants to be? Do you want
to go to the restroom and put a finger up your cunt right now?"
She'd get mad and tell me to cut it out, and then I'd go into the
bathroom and do myself. But I digress...
So here I am at my ad agency job. There are a few people in the outer
office working on other projects. I close the door and turn on the
light furthest from the door so it looks like *no one* is in the room,
and get onto Masturbationpage. Mmm. I have to say that even as a dyke,
it's the boy-boy and boy-girl stories that get me going. Maybe I'm bi
at heart. I like guys' equipment but can't imagine having a good long
term relationship. Sorry, guys. Maybe we can have a hot scene sometime,
no emotional strings attached.
I'm reading my way through weeks of Feb and March, getting hotter by
the minute. I'm imagining myself as a boy, stroking off with a boy from
school, feeling his dick pulse under my hand. neeling and having him
slap me gently on the face with his dick. Him grabbing me to my feet
and stroking me off, feeling the sperm building, building in my
balls...
I shift in my chair. Can I get away with doing it in the room? I move
to the boxes of documents and photoequipment behind the door. I'm
horizontal though not exactly comfortable. Oh well. I quietly ease my
jeans halfway down my legs, put my hand on my underwear above my
crotch, starting that circular rubbing. I'm used to doing this at night
in bed, not at work! I close my eyes and imagine a guy shoving his cock
down my throat. Mmmm...he's shoving it deeper and deeper, I'd like it
up my cunt but he can't be here and there at once, oh look--there's
another guy ready to shove it in...I'm wetter and slipperier and
rubbing faster and faster despite the footsteps of people in the
walkway outside my door...
I come. After resting a minute I open my eyes and look around
sheepishly. The metal knob of a tripod is digging into my back--I've
crushed down the top of the storage box. I quickly get up, pull my up
my jeans and stand up, a little dizzily. Should I get to work on that
animation program I came in to learn, or should I read a few more
stories? As usual, the stories win...
by Anonymous
The Masturbation page
The Masturbation page
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