My coworker caught me masturbating

opuscule_cat - 25/03/2026

“It smells like cum in here.” I was bright red and laughing too hard at that, “That’s hilarious Jules.” “I’m not kidding…I know what cum smells like,” and she burst out giggling, looking in the trash can and seeing a couple of tissues in the office trashcan. She picked one up gingerly between her forefinger and thumb, and sniffed. I was bright red and said, “Dude, gross, I fucking blew my nose with that.” “Does your nose shoot cum, because this tissue is full of jizz.” I was shocked that Jules had picked up my cummy tissue from the trashcan. She just touched a clean corner, so she would not be able to feel that it was still wet from my morning jerk off session, but I still could not believe she did it. Jules and I were friends and coworkers and our employer made the mistake of putting us in a shared office, which meant that we laughed and fucked off half the day, but we were both good at our jobs, so no one complained. Our conversation was often inappropriate, but this was perhaps a new low for us. I sat there breathing heavy, embarrassed that Jules had pretty much caught me masturbating in our shared office. I got there about an hour earlier than her and that morning, I locked the door and jerked off. Not my best moment, and fucking Jules apparently had a nose like a blood hound for semen. “I’m going to go wash my hands you nasty boy.” I briefly protested, “I didn’t…”, but she just cackled at me, as she left the office. She came back into the office with a smug grin on her face, shook her head and sat down at her desk. Our desks were cubicles that were on opposite sides of the office, so we worked with our backs to each other. It was quiet for a good 30 minutes or so, while we both worked and I tried to calm down, hoping that was the end of it and she would let it drop. I heard her chair swivel and she laughed again, “Seriously, you came in here and jerked off this morning?” I slowly turned my swivel chair around, bright red and stammered, “Uh…Jules…I don’t know what you’re talking about…hahaha…so ridiculous…” Jules was not buying it, “Look, dude, I don’t care. I swear. Everybody masturbates. Anyone who says they don’t is a liar.” I didn’t say anything for a bit and then quietly said, “I didn’t really know that the cum smell would be that obvious from one jerk session.” Jules laughed a little, “I’m a bit of a connoisseur…” and then burst into hysterical giggling. “What?!” “I…uh…I’ve got a bit of a cum fetish.” “What does that mean?” I was pretty shocked to hear that Jules, my friend and coworker was saying that she loved cum. She shrugged, “I just love cum. I like seeing it…feeling…tasting it…smelling it…” My dick was now standing straight up. “Wow. So, you like ‘seeing it’?” Jules was bright red, “yeah, just like a puddle of cum…it turns me on…” She had to get on a conference call and we both went back to work, but my dick was uncomfortable in my pants thinking how she loved cum. We went to happy hour together later that week with a couple of other people, but at the end, it was just the two of us sitting there. It got inappropriate. “What were jerking off about the other morning?” I laughed, “Allegedly jerking off…” “No, you spanked it in the office…what was your material?” I’d actually been imagining Jules and me banging right there in our office. So, I lied, “Uh…just thinking about my ex…got some stuff in the spank bank,” pointing at my head. Jules didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, “What did you nut to specifically?” I burst out laughing, “I love the word nut…so funny.” She was dying laughing as well. “Uh…she gave really good head and I think when I specifically nutted, I was cumming all over her face after her blowing me.” Jules’ hand went onto my knee, she had a lusty look and said, “Cut it out.” “What?” “You’re teasing me. You know I think that shit’s hot.” “I’m serious.” She breathed in heavy, then announced, “On that note, I think I need to go home so I don’t leave a snail trail on this bar stool.” We paid our checks and went our separate ways. When I got back to my apartment, I was kicking myself. What the fuck? She said she was going to leave a snail trail on that stool? She wanted me to take her home and cum on her face. Why are you so clueless, you dumb fuck? I poured myself another bourbon and got horny as hell, thinking of Jules taking cumshots on her pretty face. I had a funny idea. I put some plain yogurt in a puddle on a plate. I texted it to Jules. She texted back, “Don’t tease me. I know that’s not real.” I was breathing heavy. Fuck. Did she want the real thing. I jerked off onto a plate. I left a nice puddle of cum on a small plate, then took some artful pictures of it. I texted it to Jules. She didn’t reply for a long time. Way too long. I started panicking. Fuck. I’d probably get fired for this. She could just march into HR with that photo and I would be finished. I texted her, “Jules, sorry. I’m a little drunk and that was stupid. I can ask to move offices. I won’t do that again.” I sat there panicking awhile longer, before she finally responded. Her text was simply a hand waving emoji and a cat. It took me a minute. Then, I burst out laughing, she had been touching herself to my cum photo. I was not sure how to respond. I finally settled on “Glad you liked it.” She put a heart emoji on that, then texted, “I’m going to bed. See you at work on Monday.” On Monday, I was at the office early. It was quiet around the office. I still couldn’t believe Jules had masturbated to a picture of my cum. I locked my office door. I grabbed a disposable styrofoam plate and put it on Jules’ desk. I pulled out my dick and jerked off onto a styrofoam plate, leaving a nice puddle of thick, white cum. I sat there nervously anticipating her arrival at work. Jules came into the office, “yo, what’s up…” Her sentence interrupted, as her gaze fell on the puddle of cum. “Can you leave the office, please?” “Oh shit. Sorry. Let me just throw that away…it was a joke…” “Just please leave.” I grabbed my laptop, “Should I just get rid of that?” She shoved me out of the office, before I could throw it away. I sat in the break room, working on my laptop, looking for other jobs, because I was sure I was getting fired for that. I got a Teams message from Jules. “You can come back now.” I went back to the office and saw the plate in the trash. I noticed something peculiar. The cum was gone. We sat at our desks with our backs to each other. I quietly whispered, “It smells like pussy in here…” Jules burst out giggling, “Shut up.” “It does. I’m a bit of a connoisseur.” I turned in my chair and could see her cheeks were flush. I rolled my swivel chair closer to her. “Hmmmmm…your mouse is on the right side; therefore, you are right handed…” I grabbed her hand that was on her mouse, as she squealed and tried to take it away. I grabbed it and held her fingers up to my nose, inhaling deeply, “Yep.” Jules laughed, “Yep, what?” “Dude, you just masturbated with those fingers.” She burst out laughing, “Allegedly…” “Also, I’m curious where the cum went?” Jules slowly turned in her chair and then opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. My eyes went wide, realizing she had licked the cum off the plate. The next morning, I got us each a latte in the mid morning. I set hers down on her desk and she said, “Thanks,” smiling up at me. I sat down at my desk with my back to her and then she turned in her chair holding out her latte, “More cream please…” She had a funny grin on her face. I started to stand up to leave the office, planning to go get some cream from the break room. “No…more CREAM…” gesturing at my crotch and giggling. I grabbed the latte from her outstretch hand and she turned to work at her computer again. I kind of shrugged, then unzipped my pants and started jerking off under my desk. I held the coffee cup down under my desk and shot my load in there. I put my dick away, then turned to hand her the latte, that still had an obvious load of cum on top. She just said, “Thanks…” and took a sip, while turning to do her work. She casually drank a latte with my semen in for extra cream. That Friday afternoon, we closed our office door, so that we could have some illicit alcohol in our office. It was a Friday afternoon tradition with the two of us. We got a little silly and inappropriate every time, but now there were no guardrails. She said to me, “So, do you have any fetishes?” I chuckled and blushed, “I don’t know if it’s a fetish, but I like watching girls pee.” Jules burst out laughing at that, “How did you even discover that?” “Uh, when I was 18, I was dating this girl…we were drinking in the woods with friends and she had to pee. She wanted me to come with her and I did. It was light out and I watched and heard her pee.” I shrugged, “I dunno. Never really thought about it until then, but I like it. How did you get into cum?” Jules laughed and blushed, “First time I gave a handjob. I was 18 making out with my boyfriend against the wall of this abandoned warehouse, where we used to drink with our friends. I started jerking him off and I think we were both surprised how quickly he came. Because we were so close together, it got like all over my t-shirt and on my hand. I didn’t really realize how much was on my t-shirt. He was very apologetic, but I looked down and like I was soooo turned on by the white cum on my shirt and fingers. And then, I had to just wear that t-shirt and all of our friends could see the cum stains and made fun of me. I liked that part too.” Jules got a mischievous grin, “I kinda have to pee.” “Oh yeah?” She laughed, as she picked up a large Tupperware container that she had brought into the office. She took the lid off and put it on the office floor. I was shocked, as she hiked up her short skirt, and then pulled down her panties, even taking them all the way off over her ankles and shoes. She squatted down over the Tupperware and laughed hysterically as we could hear the pee hitting the plastic. I felt my dick swelling and I guess she could see my face change from laughter to horniness. “Did that make you hard?” I nodded yes. She stood up, giggling at the big Tupperware with her piss in it, “I guess I’ll go dump this in the ladies room.” She hid it in a grocery bag, and giggled, as she scurried down the hall to the bathroom. While she was gone, I put my hand in my pants, playing with my hard dick. She came back into the office, locking the door behind her, and I didn’t even try to hide it. She grinned down at me and said, “Stand up.” I did as I was told, while she sat her butt on the edge of my desk, then lifted her skirt and put her hand in her panties, touching herself. I took her cue and fumbled with my fly, before pulling out my hard dick and stroking it. I was standing very close to her, as each of us masturbated. We both kept looking at each other’s faces, smiling sometimes, watching each other’s eyes and mouths react to the stimulation. Then sometimes, we’d both look down at my dick and her hand moving rapidly in her panties. We kissed each other with some slow, soft kisses and whimpered in each other’s mouths. We were so close, I felt the movement of her hand in her panties on my fingers and dick sometimes. She looked at me with an intense look, “Milk it for me…” We both looked down, as I took long strokes, some pre-cum forming at the tip. I rubbed my thumb over the opening and collected some thin pre-cum on it, holding it near her mouth. She greedily took my thumb in her mouth and moaned, while sucking it. I pulled my thumb out and we kissed again. She was making halting movements, and groaned while touching herself. I was close to cumming and panted out, “Where do you want me to cum?” She held down the front of her panties with one hand, while still rubbing her clit with the other. She panted out, “Cum there.” We both looked down, as I aimed my dick at her pussy and her fingers. Her fingers were moving fast around her clit and she whimpered, “Fuck…oh my god…”, while watching me stroke my dick. I started shooting cum on her pussy and her fingers, while grunting. She made a high pitched, “holy shit…holy shit…” watching my cum shoot out and then feeling it hit her vulva and fingers. There was still a bit of cum on the head of my dick, so I grabbed the front of her panties and wiped it on there. She was still breathing heavy and her fingers slowed, but she seemed to be enjoying the extra lubrication of my cum on her clit. We were both looking down at her crotch covered in my white cum. She smiled at me and kissed me. Then she pulled her cummy fingers up to her mouth and licked it all off, very carefully. Jules pulled up her panties and I could see the wet cum stain, where I’d wiped my dick and more was already leaking through, absorbing into her cotton panties. I laughed nervously, “Sorry about the mess. Do you want a ride home?” She pulled me in for another kiss, “No thanks…I actually want to ride the train home like this and then walk the couple of blocks to my apartment with your cum in panties.” We kissed a little more and packed up our things, both of us stopping in the bathroom to clean up a bit. We kissed goodbye, which felt weird now that we had finished masturbating together. As I held the door for her to leave the office, she walked past me and said, “Don’t ejaculate this weekend.” I laughed, “What?”, while I walked along behind her. “Don’t cum at all this weekend. I expect a big load on Monday.” Then she disappeared down the stairs to the train station, with a smile on her face.