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The Cobalt Sphericity/Catsuit update
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 14:00:08 +0000 UTCNow she was confronted with a horrifying situation of Johnny flashing his throbbing cock, which was dripping cum from its tip, in front of her eyes.
"This is inappropriate behavior," she told him.
"I've got a hard-on," he insisted grimly.
"I know," she agreed, "but I can't help you. Would you please get out of here?"
Afraid to open the door now for fear that someone might see inside, Jen felt trapped. She knew the young man had her right where he wanted her. She sat there frozen as he slowly pulled out his balls and began massaging them vigorously.
"Johnny, please, have a heart," she told him.
"I've got a heart," he smiled, "but I've also got a hard-on. So if you will have a heart and help me with my hard-on, we'll both be happy."
For a second it seemed so logical that Jen felt like reaching over and pulling on the pulsating flesh of his hot shaft. But better judgment prevailed and she moved away from him, up from her desk and toward the door.
Johnny walked toward her, his huge cock jutting from his loins as if it would unload and shoot at her in an instant.
"What are you going to do?" Johnny smirked. "Open the door and let everyone see us together?"
It was a very good question that Johnny had asked her and she frankly didn't have the answer. It bothered her that he was becoming so… cocky. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," she told him.
"I'm not," he said proudly. His cock seemed to be getting even harder, just from its nearness to her. “There’s this website about you online. They collect pictures where you’re barely wearing anything or where your costume gets torn up. I jack off so hard to it. I love when you’re out in public and you’re just wearing a thin little top with hardly any bra, or a short-ass skirt that lets me see almost to your pussy. You don’t go commando, no, but you wear these tiny little thongs. I can practically see your whole ass. Or when you’re on the beach, God… but you never take it off. You never lose that last little wisp over those great big tits. I need to see ‘em, Jen. I have to see your big fat tits before I put my cock away.”
“You’re a pervert,” Jen said, but she could think of nothing else to do but to give him what he wanted. She began unbuttoning. “I swear, if this doesn’t get you out of my office, I’ll beat your ass. I don’t care if I do lose my license… can’t believe I’m doing this…”
She pulled the hem of her shirt out from her waistline and undid the last button, letting the cleaved shirt fall open. It hadn’t been tight, but her breasts were simply too big to be contained without ample measures taken, even in a bra, and with one deep breath, they thrust her shirt apart, Her breasts were full and boisterous and proud, G-cups with the undeniable softness of natural flesh, a slight slouch that still seemed ridiculously out of proportion to their weight and heft.
For all that, they were shockingly pert, standing up vigorously from her chest, needing the leopard-print bra that restrained them to keep from jiggling perkily at the slightest motion. As sensual as her look had been before, the removal of just a few buttons had turned it into that of a pin-up model, her body now not just tempting, but sensuous and passionate, a sex act in and of itself.
"Pump on my prick," he asked of her.
Throwing her hands up in horror at the nerve of his suggestion, Jen shook her head and adamantly told him, "Not on your life!"
Johnny realized that she had forced the issue.
"All right, if you won't help me," he said reluctantly, "I guess I'll have to jack it off myself. But you'd help me get my gun off quicker if you'd pull it." Johnny began pulling the fleshy shaft in regular rhythmic strokes. “You could at least take your bra off…”
“You cheeky little brat,” Jen said. “I should wring your neck--!”
“C’mon, ‘Shulkie,’” Johnny teased her. “You can’t expect me to just put it away after I’ve seen all that. I’m way too hard. Look at me. I wouldn’t be able to walk. It’s a wonder I can even stand!”
