I am a slave to my dick!

I am a slave to my dick; I can't refuse it when it asks to be jerked off. And it can ask at any moment.

This time it asked me while I was at work. It was hot outside, about 30 degrees Celsius. We don't have air conditioning in our office, and the open windows didn't help much. Accordingly, our accountants were dressed very summery. Our company is large, there's a lot of work, they bustle back and forth, displaying their half-open charms. Naturally, my dick started to stir.

My clean-shaven balls sweated in my underwear, and my cockhead got wet.

I had already gone to the toilet several times and lightly jerked off my buddy in the cramped stall.

I was afraid to masturbate in the toilet to completion, because once, after jerking off there and accidentally, a couple of days ago, cumming on the floor, I almost got caught.

There's only a thin drywall partition between the men's and women's toilets. And in each, there's only one stall adjacent to it. When our accountant mares sat down to piss, the process itself was quite audible, especially if you pressed your ear to that partition.

I came up with a game. The smoking room was located opposite the toilet. I smoked leisurely, waiting for one of our ladies to go into the toilet, then quickly headed to the men's, pulled down my pants, listened, imagining a firm stream hitting from her pussy, and jerked off briefly, imagining the object of my jerking off standing over the toilet with a bare ass and pissing like a thoroughbred mare.

It should be noted that in both toilets, only the outer door closed, and the girls didn't particularly restrain themselves from making various sounds—it couldn't be heard from outside. It didn't occur to their chicken brains that they could be heard from the men's.

I especially liked eavesdropping when the deputy chief accountant went to the toilet—a shapely chick around forty-five. She stayed in the toilet quite a long time, fussed around, and even moaned slightly. Then she came out with a slight blush on her face. It seems all the men in the office guessed she was masturbating. I even think I wasn't the only one jerking off there to those sounds. That's how I almost got caught, cumming, unable to hold back, and right after me, the chief engineer went into the toilet. And when he came out, he looked at me with a smirk but said nothing.

But I digress from the main topic. My jerking off to pissing ladies led to me being unable to think about anything but masturbation. I sat at my desk, touched my dick through my pants when no one saw, and agonizingly tried to figure out how to leave work and where to masturbate to my heart's content.

The deputy chief accountant came into the office with documents in her hands and leaned over my desk with her tits:

— Sanya, we need to take these papers to the tax office urgently, no car available. You're not too busy, are you? I've already cleared it with Aleftina Andreevna!

I was delighted both by her tits and the offer, but to prolong the show a bit, I played hard to get slightly.

Five minutes later, I was walking down the street with a folder of documents to the tax office, which was on the other side of our town.

My dick demanded freedom. Looking around and making sure no one was there, I stuck my hand into my pants, pulled it out of my underwear, tucking the pant leg behind my balls. Now my beloved little dick was dangling in my pants. The wet cockhead stuck to my thigh with each step and peeled away from it, pressing against the thick denim fabric. I dragged my feet with each step.

However, the documents in my hands were quite a hindrance, so I decided to take a minibus. After paying the fare, I settled on the back seat and rode, fondling my cockhead through my pants, under the folder of documents. Especially since on the front seat, facing me, sat a pretty girl in a short skirt, and I stared at her knees and thighs, trying to imagine what her pussy was like.

Finally, I made it, submitted the documents at the office, and came out satisfied and free; there was no point in going back to work.

Giving in to the pleasant sensations my cockhead, thrashing in my pant leg, gave me, I headed home.

A couple of times, I managed to fall in behind cute girls; I enjoyed the sight of beautiful legs and hips swaying in rhythm with their walk, imagining juicy pussy lips moving between them, under their skirts. My cock swelled even more from these thoughts. A stain had already formed on my jeans, but I didn't pay it much mind—it's unlikely any passerby would examine me that closely.

I went into the toilet of a street cafe, took out my swollen cock, and released a little stream, wetting my fingers with it. They immediately became slippery, and I allowed myself a few seconds to caress the head. But just a little; I didn't want to jerk off in the toilet. Hiding my equipment back and buttoning my pants, I went outside and continued on my way, enjoying the sensations.

Deciding to take a shortcut and secretly hoping to find a place where I could cum, I turned onto a path running between garages. About a hundred meters in, on one side, there began impassable bushes of American maple, a tall weed about three meters high. This was just what I needed. Making sure no one was ahead or behind, I pushed into this thicket. Between the bushes and the garage walls was about half a meter of free space—a concrete apron. I was completely invisible from the outside; I had noticed that earlier while walking. Leaning my back against the garage wall, I unbuttoned my pants and, pulling them down to my knees along with my underwear, released my friend into the wild.

Holding my palm under the tip, I released a small stream of viscous urine mixed with pre-cum, and with pleasure rubbed it into my shaved balls and generously lubricated the entire shaft, from its very base. The warm breeze penetrating through the foliage immediately created a pleasantly arousing sensation in my remarkable organ. I ran my slippery hand tunnel over it several times, arousing it and making it rise. Now it was ready to deliver a wave of pleasure.

At that moment, voices were heard further down the path. Just in case, I froze. Two middle-aged women were moving down the path towards me. They moved leisurely, talking about something. After a while, I could see them from my hiding place. One was plump, the other thin. While there was nothing unusual about the second, the first immediately caught my attention. The chubby one was from the BBW series. She was in short, tight shorts and a red T-shirt. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra, and her watermelon-sized breasts swayed in time with her steps. The areolas of her nipples were clearly discernible under the T-shirt. I stared at her, afraid to miss the smallest details of this show, my cock tensed even more, and my hand involuntarily slid back and forth along it.

The ladies got closer and closer to me. They walked unhurriedly, as if deliberately wanting to prolong my pleasure. I examined all the details of her gorgeous body. Small feet in flip-flops, beautiful ankles smoothly transitioning into full, tanned calves, knees, thighs, and a round butt looked very sexy. She started looking for something in her purse, and they stopped right in front of me. Class!

I caressed my leaking, tense cockhead with my fingers, enjoying the view and the sensations my dick gave me. The lady stood sideways to me, slightly bent over, so her tits hung under her T-shirt, swaying slightly. The view was simply superb! Her armpits were wet with sweat, but strangely, that turned me on even more. Whether from this arousing show or the action of my fingers, my dick was hard as a rock, the cockhead took on a bright crimson color, and begged me not to stop. I again grasped the shaft with my hand and began jerking it along its full length, from the tip of the head to the base.

The object of my passion and her friend moved on, away from me. She wiggled her huge ass so arousingly that I drooled. I imagined this beauty standing before me doggy-style on a bed, sweaty from arousal, and I'm pounding her plump pussy with my cock, and she thrusts back to meet me, and her heavy tits hang down, swaying back and forth, and rub their taut nipples against the sheet. My arousal reached its limit.

My legs trembled, and my dick shot after her swaying buttocks from side to side, and again, and again, and again... The remnants of cum dripped down my hand, and I kept on jerking, prolonging the pleasure...