Professional Wanker – The Art Of The Cock: Week 29

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At least once a week my crotch gets warm and my pants get tight and suddenly I am squeezing my thighs together rhythmically beneath my desk. Pretty soon I am on my phone looking for something to wank to and I walking swiftly and stiffly to the restroom.

The doors to the washrooms don’t lock but there are two stalls. I squeeze and stroke myself to a strong erection, see above, then I ratchet it, hoping no one comes in before I finish. Racing against the clock that is Carl from editorial’s colon, I pump like a fucking jackhammer. Inevitably Carl arrives as I am bursting hot cum onto the tile and I have to bite the meat of my palm to keep my moan from echoing off the empty walls.

I have told this story to illustrate for you that I am a professional masturbator. I am literally paid to wank on the job. It’s not officially company approved but getting up from my desk and stretching my legs is. I take a little license.

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