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A MORNING AT THE OFFICE

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A MORNING AT THE OFFICE by Big Willy (willy21@hotmail.com)I knew of her existence, but we only met last week. We chatted on the net the other day, but I was in my office, and although we got close to one another, and explored each others feelings, that was as far as it went. We are at other ends of the planet, but we seemed to click from the beginning. She told me about her stories and where to find them on the web. She sent me a sample - a real life description of how she builds up and cums when she is alone - and that was enough for me to feel a creeping hardness under my desk. Spring is coming, and the sap is beginning to rise and so was I!I searched the site and printed everything I could find. There were about ten stories, both fiction and real life. I slipped them in my briefcase, set off for my two day assignment in the North and forgot them, out of touch and working long hours. This morning I was returning to my office on the early morning train, a busy two hour commuter journey. I got out the stories, buried them in the middle of the report I was working on, and began to read.One story in particular caught my imagination. He was sitting at his desk when she came into his office and closed the door. They never actually touched, but her sexual performance on his desk made him cum in his pants, and as she left it was apparent they were long-standing lovers. I sat in the busy train entranced, my cock as hard as steel. Relief could be obtained, but it would involve a walk through the crowded train and we were nearly at the terminus. Then I got an idea and began to wonder. My office was about half an hour away, and she would be online - she always was at that time. Would it be, could it be possible? I hit the tube train with one hand clutching my briefcase, the other deep in my pocket, keeping up the pressure.We have an open door policy in my company. Even if a door is closed, someone could suddenly walk in. I called in at the men's room and slipped my briefs down - the waistband rested under my ballsac and pushed my soft cock up and forward. I grabbed some tissues, stuck them inside, zipped up and headed for my office and my computer. I said hello to my secretary, left my door open, sat at my desk and logged in.She was there as I had hoped! I told her that I had read her stories and she became excited as I typed; she liked the thought of me reading on the train where I could not get relief. She asked how far the mens room was away, and I said I didn't want to go there - I wanted to cum here, at my desk! The thought of the power she held was enough and she began to tell me about a true incident which had recently happened to her, and how she had cum on her own in her car. The description began to have its effect and I could feel the blood surging into my cock as it lay nestling inside my trousers. I quietly reached down with one hand and began a slow rubbing through the cloth. As I hardened, I was just able to slide back my foreskin so that I could feel the sensitive head rubbing against the hairs of my thigh - pressed into place by the fabric.She described the tightening of her nipples, the feeling in her clit, the moistness within her and the excitement of being in her car in a public place. After the hours I had kept my erection on the train, and now this description, my cock was so sensitive but I needed friction to finish - how could I take myself over the edge? The risk of unzipping was just too great - what if someone walked in?She finished her description and asked me how I was feeling. I tried to describe the intense glow that was building. My hand was gripping my cock and pressing it against my leg. My ring finger was frantically scratching my frenum and the ridge below my crown; my index and middle fingers were working around my shaft, but the fabric of my tight trousers was preventing up and down movement. I was in heaven and I was in hell at the same time - so near and yet so far.Suddenly, my secretary walked in. I flicked the "hide" button and tried to straighten up and look interested in what she was saying. Did she think I was behaving strangely? I don't know, but she didn't give any sign. Meanwhile there was a major deflation taking place under the desk - the spell was broken, at least for a while.Two minutes, four minutes - will she still be there when I go back online? She knows I'm in an office - I hope she understands. I get rid of my secretary and frantically log back in; relief - she is there waiting for me. She tells me she has just the story for me - I am intrigued, and ask her to tell it to me. A follow-on to the office tale I had liked so much earlier, but this time she hid under his desk as his secretary came in and out of his room.....As the story unfolded, so did I; the hardness came back with a rush, if anything even firmer than before. I could imagine my crown tight and shiny inside my pants, feel my thick cock pushing down my thigh. The normal pumping movement I use to cum was impossible without unzipping. In the story she was sucking his cock under the desk while his secretary stood unknowing in the room. In real life I was frantically gripping and scratching under my desk whilst trying not to show too much movement. I could feel pressure growing and a glow spreading down my cock and up to my brain. I could feel my nipples hard and tight against my shirt, my muscles tensing, my legs pushing down against the floor. My face must be flushed as blood surged to the surface - if anyone walked in now I just couldn't stop! The feeling was quite different from my usual methods; though I knew just how intense it could be I was startled by the shocks that were coursing through my body. I felt the rush of hot cum as my cock pumped and my body strained - it seemed to go on and on.I had stopped reading and almost stopped typing - one finger was tapping ooooooohhhhhh and nothing else. When I came back to reality, I found my alter ego in the story had also cum, but his white spurts were being sucked from him under the desk - I had a different problem, there was no-one sucking me and an urgent cleanup was needed.In the afterglow of my sexual satiation, I made my farewells for today. She has promised more, much more, for tomorrow.....

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