Rich woke up the same way he always did: with his solid 12 inches of cock hard as steel, pointing straight up into the sky. He only ever slept in the nude anymore. He'd learned his lesson after shredding too many pairs of pajama pants.
Well, he couldn't go out like this. He'd have to take care of it. He gripped his massive meat in both hands and got to work jerking himself off. After about fifteen minutes, he felt his full balls tighten in that familiar way. His shaft swelled in his hands. Cum leapt out of his tennis-ball-sized head and splattered on the ceiling. Rich sighed with relief - another morning down.
He got out of bed to get dressed for the day. He used his usual system to fit his dick into his pants. It wasn't an easy task. First, he had to make sure he was flaccid. Done. Then, he placed his pants on the floor, waistband up, and stepped into both legs. Finally, he pulled the front of the waistband forward as he pulled the pants up, dangling his cock so it would land inside. It was like a carnival crane game. Most people put their pants on one leg at a time; but not Rich.
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Rich left the house and walked down the street on his way to work. He was the top salesman at the local sausage company. For some reason his clients, mostly women, just couldn't say no. It must have been his natural charisma. Big Richard, they called him.
He made sure to avoid any situation that might get him hard as he walked. But despite his efforts to avoid any arousing sights, sometimes it was just impossible. There were times when he just couldn't avoid catching a glimpse of a pretty face, a full pair of tits, or a round ass. He always tried to look away immediately. He couldn't risk a public erection. There was no telling what kind of trouble it might get him into.
Once, Rich's coping mechanisms failed. He could still remember the encounter.
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It was a Tuesday when Rich caught sight of her on his morning walk. She was beautiful. Her hair fell in sumptuous waves. Her fine features were softened by a radiant smile. Most eye-catching of all, her pale green sundress framed her every curve, as if presenting her voluptuous figure just for him. She walked toward him on the sidewalk. Every step emphasized her gorgeous assets.
Rich found himself fantasizing about kissing her round, perky breasts. He wondered how it would feel to hike her dress up over her wide hips and bouncy ass. He could see her long legs gripping him and pulling him in in his mind. He had it bad.
Rich's dick was already starting to rise against his will as he looked at her. He internally cursed his own weakness. He tried his best to stop his growing boner, but it was no use. His dick grew down his leg of its own accord. It extended out until his pants looked like a circus tent.
The mystery woman noticed. Obviously. Her eyes went wide. Rich's breath hitched. He was caught - found out. The consequences flashed through his mind. Was she gonna curse him out? Pepper spray him? Call the cops and have him arrested as some kind of pervert?
