Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 23:10:29 +0900
From: letsjackoff@gmail.com
Subject: early morning woodie 09:00

I had to get dressed into my uniform as fast as I could, already late to
clock in, my nuts heavy, I threw my underwear into my bag, I was going to
stick with my sexually induced plan to keep myself aroused throughout the
day in my quest to find my tormentor and his nigger slut.

As I walked toward the clock my super cried out that it was about fucking
time.  He said two other mail boys had called in sick from other floors and
I would have to act as the gopher - go for this, go for that - throughout
the day.

The first job was to deliver to the floor I thought I remembered the nigger
getting off on.  Yes... now I could walk the halls and seek her out.  As I
entered the service elevator for the first time I couldn't help myself,
something made me press 112.  As the elevator started up, so did my cock.
I gazed the walls, filled with graffiti, drawings of naked women, men on
their knees sucking cock, phone numbers scribbled. I found myself stroking
off again, thinking about my other ride to the top.  This elevator was
faster so I stroked as I had been jacked by that guy.  I saw his wedding
ring again, pumping me, actually, priming me, generating nut seed.

Just before I hit the top floor, I backed up, leaned against the wall
again, spread my feet wide, knees bent so I couldn't cover up if I needed
to, still continuing my edge session, preying no one would be waiting to
get in, yet fantasizing my tormentor would be there waiting for me, smiling
knowing full well I couldn't get him out of my mind, thinking about him
wanting to bring me to edge again and again.  The doors opened and I was in
full view, cock as hard as it could get.

Not slowing down my rhythm till the doors closed.  What the fuck had I just
done???  I pressed the floor I was supposed to go to in the first place but
couldn't help it and got back into his rhythm of one long excruciating
stroke per floor just as I had enjoyed earlier.  I stopped short of cumming
as I had promised myself, regained my composure, pushed my cock into my
pants so my cock was pointed at the floor dripping into my uniform and
exited the elevator still hard and visibly excited.

Was this package for my tormentor or his slut I wondered as I searched for
them?  I found the office I was looking for and pushed the door slowly,
sadly seeing a young girl behind the counter, I dropped it off to the
receptionist, allowing her to see what I had to offer if she wanted to see.
I could make a "name for myself" here today with this new duty I schemed.
I figured I would check out the stalls on this floor for a few minutes as
long as I was here, see if any execs had dumped their morning wad in a
urinal or on the back of a toilet door.

As I pulled on the door to the John, I heard someone ask "hey, aren't you
that guy from the elevator....??  As I turned, there she was coming out of
the ladies room.  She stared at my unit and licked her lips again for me to
see, pushing her arms together as she watched my eyes as I blatantly stared
at her tits... she coyly asked if I had been thinking of her.  She got
right up in my face and asked if Terry had made me cum in the elevator like
she wanted him to.  She reached out as she looked around and fondled my nut
sac, weighing them, letting me look down her top.  "I think not" she
whispered as she squeezed both nuts with her painted nails hard enough to
make my knees buckle.

Why not go in the stall and think of her giving me a tit fuck she moaned
into my ear now, licking the inside of it.  She demanded I meet her right
where we stood in 1 minute.  She told me not to cum.  She wanted me to
stand at the pisser instead and jack off, and if someone walked in on me,
to let him see my hard on, then zip up and leave and tell her about it.
She said she had heard guys go in here to masturbate, and that some of the
stalls had "glory holes", but that she didn't know if this one did or not.

I did as instructed.  As I jacked I waited, turning slightly to give anyone
walking in an instant view of a guy with his pants down to his ankles at
the pissing trough.  This was one of those long troughs that about 6 guys
could stand at.  I picked the middle.  As I did my slow jack I looked
toward the toilets and saw this was the place she had heard of.  There was
a huge hole in the stall wall.  A deep voice groaned as an eye appeared and
it begged me to put on a show.  I had to stop jacking off or I was going to
cum right them and there.  I grabbed my nutsac and pulled as hard as I
could to stop the flow of sperm, and just faced the hole, hoping to see a
finger beckoning me into his hole.  Instead the eye disappeared and I got a
cock poking through the hole in the wall into the public part of the
toilet.  Prelubed, slimy, dripping, uncut.  He said he needed to cum if I
wasn't going to.  I hobbled over, still holding my nuts and I grabbed it
with my fist against the wall.  What a feeling, a hard cock in my hand for
the first time.  I was hooked.  I wanted to squeeze and feel the juice as
the shaft spasmed, as the rod shaft strained to rise vertical as it shot
off.  It only took about a dozen strokes and he started to cum.  Just as
his cock thickened the head got real shiny and purple; the door to the
bathroom opened, I turned my head and stared into her eyes, without letting
go of the shaft, or breaking stride. I felt the jizz shoot. It was the hot
lil nigger bitch peeking in to see me jerking a cum spurting cock. I was
standing so she could see my profile and my cock bobbed and leaked cum to
into the urinal. OMfucking GOD, she moaned in a deep and sexy voice.....

"good boy, do it baby, milk him, he's one of mine too.  Look at me while
you drain his cock, look at my tits and my cunt baby, look at me and
remember me when you touch your cock again and are all alone, and don't you
dare fucking cum until I tell you to", as she slipped out the door.  I
still hadn't pissed, was hard as a rock and knew my boss would be looking
for me when I walked back into the mail room.  The guy inside the stall
told me to leave quickly, and never come back to the restroom again.  As I
left the bathroom sweating, she was gone.

Fuck I moaned, as I rode the elevator I looked at my watch, it still wasn't
even 9:00, and I was so on edge.

Just as I opened the door to the mail room I noticed a huge wad of cum on
my pant leg, and another that covered the width of my shoe.

Get over here now!!!! Where the hell have you been, jackin off all
morning????  I got another envelope for you to deliver boy.


Is this any good?  Did you get hard? Do you want him to cum? Did you dump a
load for him? Do you want to make him cum?  I wanna jack off as I read your
thoughts.  MAKE ME CUM and I'll write more....

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