It’s only when a popup ad censors half of the video, I’m able to blink and think perhaps I shouldn’t be watching this on my work computer.
I should save the link for my personal computer. Yes. Brilliant idea.
I click out of the ad and start searching for a post-it note I can scribble the URL onto, but then with an absolutely primal growl, the pornstar Orc pulls out, and his massive cock takes center screen.
My cunt aches with an ever-urgent need as the money shot slows across the screen, thick white ropes of fluid gushing from his cock, leaking out of the actress. His hand continues to pump up and down aggressively, encouraging more to spill forth.
I’ve never been more aware how empty my cunt feels. I think I have a new kink.
I bite my lip to stifle an involuntary noise. I wonder if maybe all Orcs have equipment like that, or perhaps Orc porn stars are particularly well endowed. I’m absolutely kicking myself for not getting a better look the other day at what Khent was packing.
The rest of the shaft is covered by a thick foreskin, ridges all the way down, impossibly girthy. Only with the full eagerness of his bobbing erection, does the foreskin pull back tight, straining space between the ridges.
The head is sort of concave, supple and glistening. I can't help but note the twin slits nestled within the tip, their untempered current of release painting the Orc’s thighs.
Raging erection doesn't seem adequate to describe it, not even when the Orc’s hand strokes up and down his slickened cock, the last drops leaking from the tip.
Without even realizing it, I’m pressing my knees together so hard I’m going to have bruises tomorrow.
I balance on the precipice of either locking my office door and rubbing one out at my desk, or going to go find an ice pack and stick it between my thighs. It might be the only way I can concentrate on getting my work done.
My inbox dings.
An email from Khent. I don’t know why that makes me salivate. In my reverie of horniness, somehow that’s a good thing, even considering the last one.
I click it open without thinking, and the result is more effective than a cold shower.
‘Dear Ms. Kelsey,
I regret to inform you that I have received a ping from our monitoring system that a work inappropriate website had been connected to your computer’s IP address for an extended period of time. If you would kindly make an appointment with the IT Department, a report needs to be filled out, and if necessary, your device scanned for malware.
Khent Rhaen
4th Floor IT Department’
That’s it. I’m going to melt my computer.