So... I get horny sometimes. You can't really blame me, I work at an ambulance / EMT / medical services company which means working under high pressure with a lot of really big, studly guys and a few of them are hung like horses. I know because they wear boxers and we have these presentations from med sales bitches all the time who are all smoking hot and know how to turn guys on to make a sale. A couple of the guys always have to stay at the conference table to "talk over the proposals" after the sales sluts leave, because they are hard, and too big to hide it.
Once I was sitting next to one and I could clearly see his tent pole. I have to smirk about those dicks getting led around. The other time, the guy just walked out half hard and I could see his bat swinging in his pants.
Delicious.
Yeah OK, so I had to go scratch my own itch in the bathroom afterwards. Did I mention I get horny a lot?
The guys don't pay any attention to me 'cause: one, I don't take any shit (not your girly girl) and two, I don't have the time or desire to spend hours every morning putting on makeup and doing my hair just to troll for dick. Or maybe I just don't think I'm pretty so I don't want to try. Anyway, three, you don't fuck where you work.
Not that I don't like a nice cock once in a while. I used to get that from my own neighborhood. There are lots of well hung men of my own race there, but the last single one got married a year ago, and you don't fuck around with a black woman's man. I have to live in the place, you know?
Yeah, I'm black, and about the only person of color in my company. It's like a different world here. Somehow exotic. Exciting. I guess I have to admit; the thought of white dick excites me. But I don't need that hassle, and it's sort of fun being a little horny at work; having a daydream or ten helps the day go by.
You would think EMT's and Ambulances are all flashing lights and action, but most of the time it ends up being waiting. High stress waiting, but still. Waiting for a call out knowing it will be a life that depends on you, waiting for police or fire to clear location for entry while knowing that people could be dying, or waiting for test results while deciding if someone really needs to go to the hospital or if they can be treated in-home.
Because we are a big company, we do some of our own testing, which is where I come in. Med Tech. The internet says "these highly-skilled professionals work collecting, testing, and recording samples." Then go look up what we get paid compared to EMTs or nurses, much less doctors. Let me tell you; it's not what you would expect for "highly-skilled professionals".
Being the most junior lowly med tech, I get stuck with all the grunt work, so I have to go down in the basement to inventory stock or whatever. Once in a while, I have to search and pull something from historical records, which puts me down there for a long time. It wouldn't be so bad, but we are in a really old building with an oil fired boiler that provides heat via pipes to the upper floors. And we're in Minneapolis, so in the winter, that old monster works hard to keep the bosses toasty. Which makes the basement a hothouse.
The other tricky part is the maintenance guys who work out of the basement. There are only a couple and I don't know them but I always see them looking at me intently. Despite them being dirty, and fugly, there's something about that look... sometimes on my horny days I start thinking about one of them doing me right there in the stacks. When I get to that point, I "self medicate" on porn in the ladies room; pop in my earbuds, crank up the volume until the moans drown out everything else, and then frig my clit like I'm my own personal vibrator.
How did we survive before we had porn on demand?
Today is one of those days. I'm down here doing a bit of filing and one of the maintenance guys is down here working on some pipe thing and shooting me glances. It's the one really "strange" guy. He almost never talks and when he does, it's in really short, matter of fact sort of sentences. I can't remember his name, but he is tall, massive, and covered in muscles. Like double my weight. And he is really intense looking; bald, thick neck, serious face.
Hmmm... Not bad looking really...ok, yeah, it's time to self medicate. My boss, who happens to be one of the guys I know is packing, winked at me this morning which started me down the whole "boss fucks his employee" fantasy road before I came down here. Add that to Mr Bald & Silent here and I need some medicine bad. Luckily I don't have much to do and I'm really happy about that 'cause it's hot as balls and my flannel shirt and sweater are starting to soak up sweat.
In a minute or two I'll be up in a nice cool ladies room, panties around my ankles, fingers in my quim and "white boss, black secretary, caught in the act by hung maintenance guy" playing on my...
Oh shit! Earthquake!
Fuck! It's a big one!
The stacks are falling, I gotta get out of here!
Running toward the stairs; falling, bang.
Darkness. Dust in my nose. Coughing.
There is a zapping sound and the emergency lights click on. My hands are shaking as I push myself up and check everything's still in work order with me. Check. OK, time to get out of here. Oh my god, there is rubble all around the area where the staircase used to be. The rest of the basement looks pretty ok, just a bunch of shit on the floor and more dust than normal.
And I'm not alone.
I'm trapped with that huge maintenance man in a basement after an earthquake. That was NOT where my fantasy was going. Shit.
Without a word, we both search everywhere for a way out, but the entrance is fully covered in rubble, and the basement windows are blocked.
Hot, dank, scary.
The old boiler was running full bore to keep up with the snow outside. Without any ventilation the heat is unbearable. I pull off my sweater but the stupid flannel shirt under it is almost as bad. I'm fanning myself and pulling on my shirt to move some air. I want to remove my flannel, but how can I trust him not to rape me? This is so bad! Sweating to death and panicking all at the same time.
He starts stripping. Damn. He's as ripped as I imagined. I can't take my eyes off his package. He is hung like a horse! He's still sticking with the silent treatment but part of my head is still thinking about sex. Oh shit.
Suddenly, he just turns to me:
"Ok, we need to undress. This heat will kill us. You being naked will turn me on. I will have an erection. I will jack off. You will be safe... I won't rape you."
Then he starts undressing and orders me to do the same. That seems... at least honest, but pretty blunt... I think about getting undressed... and I start taking off my shirt. I just hoping it doesn't get too tense
"Better? You must be naked. You will have a heat stroke."
Ok, I'm doing it. I unbutton my heavy shirt and shrug it off. The coolness of not having the flannel boiling against my skin makes me sigh in relief. He's still watching me intently. Oh my God, I'm just hoping it doesn't get completely out of control. I start peeling off my jeans. I'm in a state of shock.
He certainly feels tense... I can see his dick hardening in his underwear. He is trying not to look at me. Staring at the ceiling. Looking for a way out, although he has already gone over it a million times.
He keeps glancing at me, trying not to notice my exposed body but unable to keep his eyes off it. At least it's a little less awful. Our sweat is glistening on our skin from the emergency lights and the boiler fire. I start trying to find a place to sit in the dust of the dark basement.
"You can make a clean spot to sit with your clothes. They aren't doing you any good."
I lay my flannel shirt down and sit myself down; trying to stay calm.
Oh god. He is just watching me openly now. His cock is fully erect and he starts rubbing it... almost like he doesn't know he is doing it. Yeah I know that feeling; but still, doing that right in front of me? That's so raunchy... it's hard not to peek. And it's still so intimidating. He's a mountain of a man... and I'm trapped in the room with him touching himself.
"You're hot. I mean, you are pretty," he says, like it's a statement about the weather or some shit. "You're making me horny. I need to cum."
I gasp.
"I need to cum sometimes. It's not a bad thing. It's just what I have to do. It helps me cope when I'm stressed. There is nothing wrong with this, it is just how things are."
"um... thank you... I... OK... that's... fair..."
"I cum and then I feel better. You should not fight things like that. It gets you in trouble. I know. When I don't cum, I have bad thoughts. I found that out." He says, stroking his fully erect cock through his shorts.
"So I'm going to jack off now. Don't hide. It will go faster if you show me your body."
"uh... alright... um... I mean... nowhere to hide here..."
