Jon hurried into the office, unknowingly making his ass sway a little. He tugged on the robe, trying to cover himself. Once inside, he let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't too bad staying in one position for the whole time, but having everyone's eyes on him unnerved him. What made it worse was his thingie popped out and he couldn't cover it backup. He focused on Karen when he had his eyes opened, and that almost made everything worse. Now, being out of sight, the urge to just play with himself a little was almost overwhelming.
Except Karen still had the stone and he didn't know how much time he had left. Jon figured he should at least get dressed before he talked with anyone or tried to anything actually. He removed the robe and draped it over a chair before going for his clothes.
He pulled his shirt on first, followed by trying to get his pants up. For some reason, they felt tighter than normal, especially around his butt and hips. He managed to get them up after a few quick tugs. His di-clitty bounced a bit once the jeans were settled around his waist. He smirked at the movement, and it kind of felt good.
Jumping up again, Jon held out the jeans, letting his clitty bounce between the zipper. He felt the pressure building, and as good as the little movement felt, he needed to finish getting dressed.
"Hey." Jon spun around, still gripping jeans and still with his dick hanging out in the open.
"Karen," Jon squeaked. She giggled at his reaction but smiled wider. He relaxed a little, but caught her staring at him agian. He moved to push his boiclitty back in but her hand stopped him.
"I believed I promised you a reward, right?"
"Here? Right now?"
"We've got like ten minutes. Relax." She reached down, running her fingers over him. He nearly fell into her as the touch sent a volt of arousal through him.
"I'm going to..." His voice trailed off as he tried to hold it in.
"Not yet," Karen whispered. "First, tell me what you want."
"To cum."
"How? Fast? Slow? Spraying it all over the floor?" Karen breathed each question, and he shivered under the dueling sensations of her warm breath and cold hands. "
"Can I..." Oh God, why did he want to do, he couldn't tell, he wouldn't.
"Do what?" Her hand stilled and another reached around to play with the back of his shirt. Her fingers tightened their hold, and it wasn't painful, but he wouldn't cum unless she let go. "Tell me, and I'll let you go."
He fell harder into her, trying to fight the urge to tell her. He leaned into her breasts, feeling her nipples poking through her bra. He wanted to reach up and touch them, play with them, except he felt locked by her hand. The other dipped in his jeans, playing with the string of his underwear between the cracks of his ass. Everything felt too good.
"To-to-to drink it," he whispered in short breaths. Karen's other hand froze, and Jon felt his body flush in embarrassment.
"That's new," she finally said. Her hand went back to playing with his underwear, dipping lower and lower into jeans. He leaned back into the touch, and her other hand followed still holding onto his clitty.
"I don't have it, I know its weird," Jon rushed out. He tried to pull away but her hands kept him close.
Karen dropped her hand from his dick and cupped the back of his head. She drew him in for a kiss, taking complete control over him. He moaned into her, giving her a chance to push her tongue into his mouth. Finally, she broke the kiss, leaving them breathing heavy. "It's not weird. It's you. Okay?"
Jon nodded, took overwhelmed to speak. Karen leaned back a little before grabbing something out of his vision.
"I'm sure Misses Novak won't mind," she said, holding up a coffee mug that was partially full. "Especially if you clean all of it."
He gulped and nodded again.
Karen then used his underwear to spin him around, pulling on it so his back was now up against her front. She wrapped an arm around his stomach, her fingers reaching down to play with him as the other held the coffee mug for him to shoot into.
"Just relax," she said. With each of her pulls, he gasped. His body felt ready to explode and all it took to light the fuse was Karen's touch.
He arched forward as a fountain of cum sprang from his clitty. Karen aimed his mess into the cup, mixing his cream with the coffee into a thick sludge. He leaned back into her, exhausted and almost completely spent. Still, Karen played with him, rolling her fingers on him as she lifted the cup to his lips.
"Drink it all," she said. Jon complied, swallowing the warm mess until the cup was empty. He still was breathing hard, and let out a burp. The taste of cum stayed in his mouth, and he knew Karen could smell it. He began to blush again at the thought of what he did.
"Oops, looks like the cup isn't quite clean," Karen said. Some of his cum spilled over the side and some of it stuck to the inside of the mug. Jon reached up and dragged his finger around, collecting as much as he could before popping it into his mouth.
He ran his tongue over his finger, sucking hard to make sure none of it was missed. He pulled out his finger with an audible pop and turned to look at Karen.
"That was hot," she said, getting him to blush even more. She stared at him before looking at the mug. "I think that's clean enough, don't you?"
"Yeah," he said. He stepped away from her and tried to close his jeans. They were just as tight as before and he had to push down his clitty in order to get the button to close.
Karen put the mug back onto Novak's desk before looking at Jon struggle. "You might want to cut down on the snacks."
"Hey," Jon tried to look affronted at it, but she was right. Usually, his pants were baggy, but today, it just seemed way too tight. His underwear felt like it was in even deeper now, separating his cheeks even more. At least the need to masturbate had died down. His entire body felt sore from cumming twice in one day, though he still probably could get at least one more out.
"All set?" Karen asked.
"Think so." Jon said. He bent over and grabbed his backpack. Without realizing it, he bent at the waist, letting his ass stick in the air. Just as he grabbed the straps of his back, felt Karen grab his underwear and pull it up.
"Hey!"
"Oh come on, like you never thought about doing that to me." Karen laughed. His underwear now stuck above his pants and if he bent over or stretched, you could easily see it. "Don't go pulling it down, or else I'd have to rethink your reward."
"My reward? I thought...I thought that was it."
Karen just smiled. "That was for volunteering. For listening to me, I've got something bigger in mind." She took his hand and pulled him out of the room. "Come on, it's lunch time."
