I'm horny.
I'm horny all the time.
They say that a man has a sexual thought every few seconds....while, I have other thoughts every now and then, but I think about sex all the time.
So there I was, unemployed again and looking for the perfect job where I could think about sex, have nubile women around me all day and make a decent living.
I got all dressed up to go see the employment agency and make a great impression. Showered, shaved, a clean pair of underwear, my best suit and tie and just a wisp of manly cologne. Hair combed and a touch of spray to keep everything in place.
If you look good, you feel good!....Dress for success! You hear these clichΓ©s over and over, and I needed to feel good....I needed to find a job.
The agency was like most, very successful environment; downtown office building with expensive office furniture and a sexy receptionist with just the right amount of cleavage exposed and swelling up as you gaze over the desk at her. She passes me an application and moves back from her desk. A little slit in the front of her dress shows the right amount of stocking clad thigh, inching upward to the "target" of my current thoughts.
My "hard-on" starts to rise and I move over to the waiting area to fill out the forms. She gets up and moves over to the filing area and her tight, short skirt hugs her perfectly shaped ass....her stockings swish as she walks back to her desk...a little scent of perfume surrounds the areas she has passed through.
The interview goes swiftly and they have so many great opportunities in their files...I will hear from them in a day or two.
That was that! I went back out onto the sunny street. The 1 pm interview was over and it was 1:15. I walked back to my car and got in...I reached my hand down and stroked my cock through my pants. It feels so good! I drove north towards home but felt all the excitement and anxiety that wells up in my loins. The vision of the receptionist made me wet....I could feel the droplets of "precum" leaking out into my underwear. As I drove I decided that I would go and see some "pussy".
I had a favorite strip club where I whiled away some hours looking and dreaming about all the "pussies" that strutted around. I invested in the odd "lap dance" from time to time but after two or three songs my balls would always erupt into my pants and at best I would have a wet spot on my pants, but most times I would wind up with"pussy juice" smeared on my pants and the reek of slutty perfume all over, which made going home always a challenge. Hide the stained underwear, rub some thing onto my pants and require a shower as soon as you get home because.....(you make up the excuse)
I entered the club, out of the bright sunshine and groped my way to a seat by the stage. Most singles sat by the stage hoping to get a sniff or a feel. The one thing for sure is that you would get a close up look at a variety of pussy and boobs and if I was really lucky in the subdued light, one of the girls might lock her ankles around my neck and there would be pussy in my face for a few fleeting seconds.
I practiced pressing my cock up into the stage table while the dancers shared their "wares" with those of us brave enough to sit so close. If I thought about it hard enough and moved a little.....maybe I could "cum"...Oh the "pussies" were so nice. Tight looking "little girl" ones, thick juicy ones with chubby lips, some with fur, a landing strip here and so close...I could smell the scent of woman sex!
Three songs per show, the strut, the tits and the carpet grind. Then a long interlude. Waitresses selling drinks at high prices, dressed all sexy, but don't touch!
I drink sodas. No alcohol for me. I get enough of a buzz from being horny, and I don't want to miss a thing.