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Easterling Esplinger Dill got off the subway, and walked the
three blocks to his house, his cock bouncing painfully in the too tight pants.
EE hadn't touched his cock since lunchtime, when he'd sneaked downstairs to the
lone one-stall bathroom.
He wasn't supposed to be down there...he worked in
Accounting, and the one-stall was in Sales.
But...it had been a real pain in the ass jerking his dick in
the Accounting restroom, what with six stalls and guys in and out of there,
talking sports, humming as they combed their fucking hair...and God knows EE
didn't want to be caught jerking his dick in the bathroom. That would be the
end of a boring but sustaining job...ugh.
Since he had few friends (who has
time for pals when you're a wankie) EE already had a bit of a reputation as a
weirdo. When he was in his cubicle, he was almost constantly in communication
with Mistress Olivia online. He was quite lucky that she had so much time for
him, and she was constantly coming up with assignments for him.
"You must jerk your worthless dick fifteen minutes for
every time you see the phrases "
“UNABSORBED COSTS” “EARNINGS
"SPREADSHEET" "EXCEL"
And of course those phrases had come up constantly over the day, and
every time EE had seen one, off he'd scurry for fifteen minutes of jacking his
hand up and down his dick, lubricated by that annoying pink scum-soap available
at the sinks...
But he'd had to limit it, and it had been a relief to run downstairs to
the little bathroom at lunch to jerk it for a full hour. Several people had
knocked on the door, and he'd stayed silent, just edging, edging edging.
Edging! That's what it's called when you jerk your dick over and over
without letting yourself have an "accident" as Mistress Olivia called
it.
EE thought of the last time he'd had an unauthorized orgasm, as he
finally trotted to his house and unlocked the door. Mom's not
here, good.
As EE entered the
house, his eye caught the picture of his sister Kelsey...God, she looked so
cute, leaning against a Parisian wall--was the picture taken at the Rue De Mal?---in her pink tube top? Thinking of Kelsey made EE's dick
get even harder than it was...
Though Kelsey was
younger than EE by about eighteen months, she'd always had her way with him,
wrestling him as a little girl, getting him to give her his share of
cookies...and in high school, though EE was fairly good looking and popular,
and had had a nice Corvette, he'd not dated much, because
his sister had had his full attention, sexually speaking.
This had started out
with Kelsey asking EE to give her long massages after she'd gone on dates
"Oh rub my back, EE, that guy Brian you set me up with he was all over me
in his dad's Jag, you know?"
And, when
their parents were away, EE and Kelsey had played sexual games--he felt
terrible about this, because although his sister was a gorgeous ash blonde with
32 C tits, she was still his sister...but he couldn't resist her.
EE and his teenage
buddies had had some experience with girls, but when EE was offered Kelsey's
clit, he guiltily accepted. "Not for you to fuck, EE" laughed Kelsey.
"Just give it a little mouth pleasure, honey."
This had begun
several years of EE going down on his sister, licking her to countless orgasms.
After he'd completely satisfied her, usually after hours of massages and
cunnilinguis, Kelsey would laugh and tell EE that he could now jerk off if he
liked.
This had been the
worst of his humiliation, jacking his dick in front of his younger sister while
she watched and poked his balls with her toes. Sometimes, right before he was
about to shoot, Kelsey would tell him to quit and do the "messie" in
the bathroom...how he missed Kelsey now, EE considered, as he ran to his
bedroom.
EE ran to his bedroom and stripped naked and pulled out his
faithful KY jelly. He'd seen the phrase "Gearing" three more
times--that was forty-five minutes of playing with himself--that
he'd not been able to do at work because the big boss had been hanging around.
EE had already been warned several times that he spent an inordinate
amount of time away from his desk, but he convinced the boss that it increased
his productivity, having a little
"Exercise" Hah!
As he ran his hand up and down his dick, getting the KY smeared on his
cock head, he thought of his last accident, and how Miss Olivia had ordered him
to do the unthinkable.
"You sure about this dude?" the male prostitute had said,
grinning. EE had knelt, his face burning red dick stuck spang out on the
hustler's bed, and the kid, who was wearing a leather jacket and Spandex had
taken the straightened coat hanger that Mistress Olivia had ordered EE to fix
up and had whacked EE hard ten times on his hard cock.
EE had been so humiliated--he wasn't gay, he didn't like being naked in
front of this PUNK---what a loser. Green hair! EE and his friends in the
Dungeons & Dragons Club at school used to laugh at guys like that...and
here the guy was laying it on him--ten on his cock and then forty across his
bare bottom...just because EE had screwed up and shot his load after 83 days,
and had had to report it to Mistress Olivia.
"And the next time" she'd typed to EE "I'll make you go
through the same thing and then blow the hustler, too!"
Now EE ran his hand up and down his dick faster and faster, thinking of
the humiliation. He wished she'd ordered him to go to a dominant Mistress, but
she knew best...a male hustler was what he deserved, apparently.
Suddenly, he felt the semen leaving his balls...it was coming close to
his dick...God, it had only been 33 days this
time...since the accident. He couldn't fuck up now...but it would be so nice to
shoot the scum out of his dick, onto his chest...he could get a decent night's
sleep, y'know?
EE gritted his teeth and pulled his hand away from his dick and it
bobbled painfully. He put his right hand in his teeth and bit hard, and his
dick wilted just a little.
EE got up and staggered to the computer and sent an E-mail off to
Mistress Olivia
"I'm trying to keep from cumming, ma'am...it's just too much...but
I'm trying. I'm so goddam desperate. I really wish you could cut me a
break..."
EE picked up one of his pictures of Mistress Olivia, her boobs bouncing
in a tight white top, with her superior smirk. She would never let him cum.
The last time she'd allowed him to spurt, after 120 days, she'd forced him to send her five hundred dollars!
This, along with the monthly $250 that he had to send her for e-mail training
and of course the $50 he paid weekly for her perfumed panties to arrive.
Oh, God did he want to get back to the bed, to the KY Jelly...EE sat on
his hands for about five minutes, and then checked his e-mail. Nothing.
EE waited another ten minutes, sitting on one hand while shuffling
pictures of Mistress Olivia. Then he checked his e-mail again. Nothing.
"please Miss Olivia...my dick is killing
me..." EE wrote ruefully. "I am so close. Do you want a tribute? I
will send you a tribute..." EE sent the e-mail and then went back to his
bed and laid down, his hands behind his back. Could he hold off?
"We need a tribute...I need more dope, and pizza." Colette
said, sniggering.
But Whoopee! What do you know? Poor E.E.Dill,
was ready to burst...he wanted to bribe Mistress Olivia to let him jerk off.
"YOU BAD
As EE scribbled the 45th sentence of 1000 lines going "I will not
bribe my Mistress" he looked at his aching
cock and thanked Heaven that such a beautiful woman was interested in keeping
him disciplined. What a lucky guy he was!
THE END
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