Immoral Views

by Kay Jaybee

  Smearing it onto his chest and arms, he went about washing himself like he did every day. His cock, however, had other ideas. It was still absolutely rock hard and Dave stared down at it in exasperation. He decided if he ignored it, it would go away. If not, he’d turn the shower temperature to cold once he’d rinsed off. That’d sort it out. He’d freeze the fucker into submission.

  Nodding to himself, Dave continued to shower without distraction. That was, until it came to washing himself....there. He’d scrubbed every millimetre of his body, including behind his ears and between his toes and still his erection stood proudly, taunting Dave with its very presence, sticking him in the stomach every time he leant over. He’d never seen it so determined. Not since he was a frustrated virginal teenager, anyway.

  Sighing, Dave wrapped his fingers around his cock once more. If he just made himself cum once more then his suddenly rampant dick would calm down, he was sure of it. After all, he wasn’t a one-hit wonder in the bedroom, but he wasn’t an all-nighter either. Dave was sure his testosterone would settle if he had just one more quick stroke. Then he could finish showering and do what normal people did at this time of the evening — have dinner and sit down in front of the TV to chill out after a hard day at work.

  His slippery fingers surrounded his shaft, hard and hot beneath his grip. He started out using long, slow strokes, with a neat twist of his wrist each time his hand reached the tip of his cock. He loved how that twist pulled and stimulated all his most sensitive places. Before long, though, as the arousal in his subconscious seeped to the forefront of his mind, Dave started to stroke himself harder, tightening his grasp around his girth.

  He found himself thinking about the blonde’s luscious ass again, and the way she’d spread her wet and willing cunt for her audience. Dave suddenly wondered at the restraint of the man who’d been watching and wanking by the car. If it had been Dave he’d have wanted to step up to the window and bury his face between her ass cheeks and lick her until she screamed. Even better, he’d have flung open the door, positioned himself behind her, filled her full of his straining cock and then fucked her until they were both shuddering orgasmically.

  Dave couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on without the presence of a woman. He had a healthy sex drive, typical of a guy his age, but he wasn’t obsessed. He didn’t even wank every day, and when he did it was more to relieve tension and his heavy balls than because he was particularly horny. He only got massively horny when he was with someone.

  Perhaps that was it, he thought. Perhaps it had been so long since he’d gotten laid that the first sight of a naked woman – albeit it in a porn video – had sent his libido into overdrive.

  As he sped towards his climax, Dave resolved to get laid, and soon. First chance he got, he was going to go out and find a woman for some no-strings sexy fun. Of course, if he met someone he wanted to be with more permanently, that would be great too. But in the first instance, he needed to let off some of this crazy, pent-up steam before he turned into some kind of sex-obsessed maniac.

  Resting his forehead on the cool wall tiles, Dave grunted as he inched closer and closer to his peak. Visions of the blonde in the car slammed into his head, only this time she was being fucked in the ass. By him. As people watched and wanked. She was so hot and tight and.....uhhgghhh. Dave yelled as his orgasm washed over him and jet after jet of spunk painted the wall. He felt thoroughly spent, like his climax had been wrenched out of him; totally wrung out. Only sheer determination prevented him from sinking to his knees in the shower, as the force of the water pummeled some life back into him.

  Shutting off the spray, Dave got out of the shower and walked, stark naked, into his bedroom. It wasn’t far – the bathroom was ensuite – and Dave let himself drop onto his king-sized mattress as he waited for his heart rate to return to normal. He’d never gotten this crazy over porn and masturbation before, not even when he was younger. It felt out of control – or at least as though it was controlling him, rather than the other way around – and Dave didn’t like it. He had no idea what had brought the craziness on, but he didn’t intend to repeat the experience.

  As his body finally relaxed, Dave fell into a doze and eventually slept.

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  The following morning, Dave woke up feeling like his normal self, which relieved him no end. He was worried he’d have another stiffy that refused to go away. But aside from his usual morning wood which waned of its own accord, Dave felt fine. Well, not entirely fine. He was fucking starving, due to falling asleep last night without having eaten. Following an uneventful, wank-free shower, Dave dressed in a clean uniform and went downstairs to grab coffee and some breakfast.

  Flicking on the kettle, Dave looked at the laptop which was still sitting on the kitchen table, and a serious feeling of déjà vu washed over him. This was where it had all gone wrong last night. Then he remembered that he’d left the laptop on sleep mode, rather than switching it off properly. He also knew that if he ‘woke’ it, that damn website and the video would still be on the screen, and there was no way he wanted to see it again. Not only had the whole thing disturbed him, but he didn’t have time. He had a job to go to.

  The click of the kettle reaching boiling point gave Dave the respite he needed. He turned to pour the water into his mug and stirred it, the smell alone of the coffee helping to wake him up. He needed to be on the ball today. The Queen Bitch was in charge again.

  Slamming a few doors and drawers, Dave finally settled down at the kitchen table with his coffee and a bowl of cereal. No sooner had he opened his mouth to admit the first spoonful of his breakfast, than he heard a noise. Putting the laden spoon carefully back into the bowl, he listened. There it was again. A strange high-pitched beep. He knew it couldn’t be his phone because that was still upstairs on charge and he’d never hear it from here.

  The noise came again.

  Suddenly, it all made sense. Mentally kicking himself, Dave reached for the laptop. A night unplugged and not fully switched off had left it with an almost-flat battery, which was why it was now beeping its protest. Rolling his eyes, Dave flipped open the lid and hit a button to fire it back up fully.

  A few seconds later and the screen came to life. And so did the content on it. Moans and groans poured from the speakers and Dave remembered he’d slammed the lid shut when the couple in the car were still mid-fuck. Therefore, when the laptop was opened up again, they simply carried on where they’d left off. They didn’t seem any worse the wear from being made to wait all night. Dave, however, was now seriously regretting not shutting the machine off properly last night. His cock was stiffening once more in his pants and, if yesterday had been anything to go by, it wasn’t going to be the kind of erection that would just simmer down by itself. Fuck.

  Huffing loudly, Dave glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. If he was really quick, he should be able to pull one off, and down his coffee before heading to work. He’d have to leave the cereal. But when faced with a rumbling stomach and a raging hard-on, which one would you want to get rid of before going to work?

  Fumbling with his trousers, Dave released his cock and immediately surrounded it with his hand. He didn’t have time to mess around today. Flicking his gaze back to the laptop screen, Dave stroked his cock firmly and rapidly as the blonde was pounded relentlessly by her partner. The cries coming from the car seemed to be reaching a crescendo and Dave suspected one or both of them was close to cumming. He wondered if there’d be a money shot. If it was him, he’d pull out and shoot hot cum all over the blonde’s tight arsehole.

  Unfortunately, he never got to find out. Just as Dave was climbing towards his own climax, another forlorn-sounding beep issued from the computer speakers and the screen went blank. Gaping, Dave realised his mistake. The low battery was the only reason he’d switched it on again in the first place! Now that damn video had gotten him all worked up again, then disappe
ared, leaving him high and dry.

  Well, almost. He had more than enough imagination and impetus to finish the job. Visualising in his mind his fantasy of shooting cum onto the blonde’s anus, Dave turned quickly in the chair and emptied his load over his long-suffering kitchen floor. Milking his balls for all they were worth, Dave hoped that his cock would behave itself now.

  Knowing he had a minimal amount of time before needing to leave for work, Dave hastily shuffled across the room, grabbing the kitchen roll from the work surface. Wiping his cock, he then stuffed it back into his boxers and uniform trousers before making himself decent again.

  Kneeling to wipe his semen from the floor, Dave made a mental note to scrub and disinfect the floor thoroughly when he got home from work that evening. For now, a hasty wipe would have to suffice. The last thing he needed was getting his balls busted by Sergeant Silver for being late. After all, it’s not like he had a good excuse, was it? Sorry I’m late, Sergeant, I was tugging myself off over a tasty blonde in some dogging porn video.

  Dave laughed harshly. That would go down like a fart in a monastery. Especially since Sergeant Silver was herself blonde. Whether she was tasty or not was a matter of opinion. Dave supposed she wasn’t bad looking, but with her hair always yanked up into a severe bun and her generally aloof attitude, he wouldn’t be getting a hard-on for her any time soon. Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of such silly thoughts, Dave threw the soiled kitchen paper in the bin, raced upstairs to grab his stuff, then back down and straight out the door.

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  Dave made it into the office with seconds to spare, causing Sergeant Silver to look at her watch and raise a perfectly groomed eyebrow at him. Smiling tightly and giving her a swift nod, he shuffled to his desk and got to work. Unfortunately, things were quiet and there wasn’t much to distract Dave from the previous night and that morning’s activities. He wondered again at how worked up he’d gotten over it, his cock seemingly insatiable and out of control.

  The image of the blonde’s slick cunt and the pucker of her arsehole floated into Dave’s consciousness again, and nothing he did could get rid of it. He tried thinking of old grannies, crying babies and even corpses, but to no avail. He simply could not remove this filth from his thoughts. By now, Dave was in severe danger of knocking on the underside of his desk with his stiff prick, and he was convinced that there’d be a call-out any minute now which would require him to shift out, erection and all.

  He wasn’t quite that unlucky. But he was unlucky enough that his brain continued to flood with images, meaning that the chances of his hard-on disappearing were zero. And despite the fact he wasn’t actually out on the beat and there were no call-outs, he was expected to produce some work, not sit there grimacing. Any minute now, someone was going to ask him for something, or to do something, and he’d be totally screwed. There was only one thing for it. Rearranging his dick to hide its erect status as best he could, Dave stood. He was going to the toilet to deal with this problem, first hand.

  Nobody even glanced at Dave as he made his way out of the room and into the corridor, a fact for which he was eternally grateful. Had they given him more than even a cursory glance, they’d have seen the peculiar way he was walking and wondered what on earth was going on. They’d have probably surmised that he had tummy troubles, which was embarrassing, but not nearly as embarrassing as anyone knowing he had an erection at work. Over porn, of all things. Well, not for long. He was going to get this over with – he’d wank himself silly and that would be the end of that.

  He hoped.

  Fucking Tim had a lot to answer for.

  Shutting the door behind him, Dave was delighted to see his luck was holding out. There was no one else in the Gents and he dashed into the solitary cubicle and locked the door. Leaning against it, he undid his trousers and pulled out his erection once more. He gave it a couple of strokes before realising that if anyone walked in and saw his feet under the door, it would look highly suspect. And suspicious is not something he wanted to be in a police station – especially as a cop. So he moved to the toilet, dropped the lid down and sat on it. The cistern was behind the wall, so Dave could lean back in relative comfort and enjoy the pleasurable feelings running through him, which were made all the stronger by the fact that he was having an illicit solo session at work. He was pretty sure he wasn’t the first cop to do this, but he didn’t care. He’d been left with little choice. It was either this or have an erection all afternoon. And that simply would not do, especially with Sergeant Silver around.

  Pumping his cock faster beneath his fist now, Dave closed his eyes and let the images he’d been trying to get rid of flood back over him. The blonde’s cunt. Her ass. The way she’d touched herself, readying for her boyfriend’s meaty cock to stuff her full. The way her pussy was splayed and soaking. So inviting. Before long, Dave felt his balls tightening as he neared his climax. He sped up, wanting to get this over and done with before he was interrupted by someone else barging into the toilets.

  Then, just as he began the tumble into utter bliss, a picture entered his head which both horrified and aroused him. The arousal part won over and Dave had just enough time to yank the toilet roll and tear off a long strip to catch his cum before it exploded all over the cubicle. His bit his lip hard, humping his hand as he rode out his orgasm. His cock twitched and leapt and squirted until Dave was sure his balls had to be empty. There was no way he could cum any more, it just wasn’t possible. Finally, his cock seemed satiated and grew softer in his fist.

  Only then did Dave allow himself to think about the shocking image that had popped into his head just before shooting his load. And as soon as he picked at the thread of the thought, the whole thing unravelled. By the time his cock had completely deflated and Dave had cleaned up and tucked himself away, everything made sense.

  He’d done it before. Dogging, that was. Of course, at the time he’d had no idea; the whole thing had been completely accidental. Years ago, he and his girlfriend at the time had gone for a drive. They had both been living with parents, and hasty, paranoid quickies with other people in the house had proved to be a passion killer. It had been thrilling to start with, but after a while both of them had just wanted to be able to fuck and make a bit of noise if they felt like it. So a drive it was.

  It had been night time, so they’d gone to a nearby reservoir to make use of its car park. It had been empty, and after a quick check for CCTV cameras, Dave and his girlfriend, Melissa, had clambered into the back of the car and quickly gotten down and dirty. Much like the couple in the 4x4, they’d stripped and Melissa had thrown one long, lithe leg over him and ground her pussy against him as she’d kissed him. Ridiculously horny as they were, taking their time hadn’t really been an option. Melissa had broken off their kiss, only to start trailing her mouth down his body, teasing and nipping her way down to his eager prick.

  It had been then that Dave had happened to look up. There, out of the window, he’d been able to see someone. The figure had been standing in the line of bushes at the edge of the car park. In the gloom, Dave had just about been able to make out a telltale hand movement and a crop of dark hair. A guy then, Dave had thought. And then, once he’d gotten over his initial shock, he’d been surprised to note that he wasn’t bothered that the guy was there. In fact, it had turned him on. Not the fact that it was a man – Dave didn’t swing that way – just the fact that someone was watching. The guy had been nowhere near close enough to see any detail, but he’d known damn well what they were up to, and he’d gotten off on it. And that had aroused Dave even more than he was already, to the extent that he’d cum prematurely into Melissa’s mouth. Unfortunately, she’d hated it and been absolutely furious. That had been the end of their sexual encounter for the evening – and when Dave had naively told Melissa about the guy in the bushes – their relationship. She’d called him a disgusting perverted pig and said she never wanted to see him
again, and that had been the end of that.

  Back in the present, Dave flushed the cum filled toilet paper away and opened the cubicle door. As he washed his hands, he made up his mind. He couldn’t live like this. Bringing himself off in the privacy of his own home was one thing, but at work? He was playing with fire, and he knew just what he had to do about it.

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  Several hours later and Dave was at home and back in front of the computer. This time, though, he was taking control. He’d gotten home, had something to eat, showered and changed into civvies before switching on the laptop. He had a plan. It was a risky plan, but it was a risk Dave felt he had to take. He couldn’t let this bizarre fascination control his life and drive him slowly insane. He had to grasp this opportunity with both hands and see where it took him.

  After some searching, Dave found the website he’d come across which had the days and times of dogging meets listed. As luck would have it, there was a meet that very evening, and it was local. He looked at his watch. He had plenty of time before he even had to leave to get to the country park – the same one the guys had raided, he noted - so he registered an account on the website and left a message in the forum to let the organisers and other attendees know that he was coming.

  A couple of minutes later, Dave received a reply to his message. It was from another person planning to attend the very same meet. They asked him a few questions, like was it his first time, how had he found the site, was he coming alone, and did he intend to watch or just join in? Dave answered all the questions as honestly as possible, but there was one which had him stumped. It asked if he was ‘the fuzz.’