I had been feeling this tension recently that I couldn't explain. I would be sitting at my desk in my office and all of the sudden an animalistic urge would creep over me. I'd damn near black out as my cock tried to rip through my pants. All I knew is if I didn't attend to it quickly, it would take over and I'd wake up in an office splattered with cum.

I went to the doctor and they diagnosed me with hyperspermia. He told me if I didn't release at least once a day I could do long term damage to my organs which could be fatal. As I pondered my diagnosis and what to do about it, I was also in the midst of hiring an intern for the summer. It had been an initiative to get more women involved in the company and I was putting off the interview process.

I had nearly forgotten about it when I got back to my office and you were sitting outside in a pencil skirt and tight blouse, your college body hugged perfectly by your clothes. I fumbled over my words as I greeted you and ushered you into my office.

"So, what kind of skills do you have?" I asked, flustered by your beauty and my recent diagnosis.

"I am a real team player. I will do whatever the job requires and want to work my way up the ladder." you say with a bright smile.

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This is a relatively open-ended prompt but would like to portray someone suffering from hyperspermia. You can play my intern, secretary, or even a family member concerned about my diagnosis.

Shoot me a message or chat if you're interested.

Kinks include, but not limited to, rough sex, spanking, public sex, sneaking around, big cock/loads, oral, multiple positions, etc.

Limits are bathroom, non-con, violence, etc.

Cheers!