Corporate release

I was aching for a release. Rather than use a toilet I wandered around the floor looking for somewhere suitable (after grabbing some tissues in prep). Luckily about a third is currently unoccupied, and I found an empty office. I ducked in, closed and locked the door. I moved to the side I'd be least likely to be spotted should someone walk past, and leaned back against the wall.

I unbuckled my belt, and unzipped, negotiating around my bulge. I felt around the head; my boxers were already wet with pre-cum. You talked before about how apt you were with soft or semi-hard cocks. Well, mine was already rock hard and throbbing.

I dropped my trousers enough to get full access, but high enough that I could still hold them up with my butt pressed against the wall. I pulled down my boxers; a stream of pre-cum followed.

Then, thinking of you and your secretary interview, I pictured you kneeling in front of me. Corporate attire, with blouse unbuttoned just enough to show some glorious cleavage.

My hands mimicked where yours would be, cupping my full, aching balls. I slowly ran a hand up my shaft, slick with pre-cum. My lubed hand acted as your mouth, sucking, kneading and slurping my cock down to the base.

If anyone had walked past, they may not have seen me, but they would have heard the squelching. And probably a moan or groan.

I took myself to the edge and backed of, playing with only my balls. My cock jerked and jumped, wanting to spew its juice all over the back of my secretary's throat. Playing with my sack and massaging the perineum felt amazing, but also reduced the immediate urge to cum.

I parted my legs a little wider, and made a tunnel with my hand, thumb side facing me. With my cock head resting against it, I tilted my hips forward and entered, as if you were bent over, presenting your pussy to me. I fucked my hand like that till I blew, legs shaking.

I cleaned up and prepared to go back to work. You'd be so sad if you saw how much there was, going to waste in tissue.