In unaroused flaccid state, John’s larger penis rested just below the tip of the sound. So while he was not continuously impaled, the tip of the sound WAS in a position to tickle the entrance to his urethra all day, every day. There was no respite…no forgetting about his confinement.
Due to how he fit within the extension, Sophie had decided not to strap Big John to his thigh as Dan’s device was for out-of-the-house wear. She had him wear high top boxers when he was out and about. This had the effect of using his underwear’s waistband as a strap to keep Big John flat against his abdomen.
He wore his shirts untucked, so people rarely noticed that he appeared to have a huge permanent erection. And when he DID get an erection, nothing changed visually.
But it sure as hell changed for him. A female co-worker would bend over displaying cleavage or buttocks, and John would nearly be brought to his knees, his cock climbing up the sound.
His cover was blown several times with little serendipitous incidents.
Once he had been standing behind Katjia at the copier, waiting his turn. She had suddenly bent over to jiggle the paper drawer, pressing her denim clad buttocks backwards…quite unaware of his presence. “Ohh! I’m sorry!” She had stood back up rapidly. When the realization dawned on her that she had not just bumped into John, but into a large erect phallus, her eyes grew wide and she stared at his midsection.
John had turned five shades of red, “I-I-I’m sorry…excuse me, ma’am.” He had hustled off, forgetting all about the copies in his hand.
Both being shy, and John being committed, nothing came of that encounter. Except that Katjia no longer sent anything to John through office mail…she always delivered personally.
Then there was the time they were in a staff meeting. John had sat safely in the back, against the wall. Mr wallflower. Or so he thought.
Camilla, wearing a white pencil skirt, low-cut blouse and high heels, was walking past him on the way to a more prominent seat. She wanted attention. But she was not expecting the attention she got.
She lost her footing just as she passed John, whom she had not even noticed. She fell backwards, arms pinwheeling for balance, and landed directly on his chest, sliding downwards until she sat in his lap.
Camilla never wore panties…she was somewhat proud of the fact she did not even own any. Had Big John not been secured tightly to John’s abdomen, she would have found herself suddenly and violently filled with cock from the force of her fall.
As it was, the bulbous head pressed hard into her sex, separated only by John’s shirt before her buttocks slid down the length of the long, thick cock until she sat in John’s lap. Now it was pressed firmly between her cheeks.
The impact of Camilla’s body on Big John shoved the sound fast and deep into John’s cock.
“Hnnnnnggggghhh!!!!”
Then the inevitable erection drove him even further onto the little phallus. He tried unsuccessfully to suppress a groan and a sigh.
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, buddy!” She started to stand, but realizing what she was pressed against, instead gyrated against it…exploring the girth of the member with her ass.
Looking over her shoulder, she whispered, “Damn…I think I’ll just sit here for the meeting…” Her pussy was sore from the impact, and she could not help but crave being left even more sore.
John blushed. She wriggled on him again, then asked him to help her stand. His strong hands holding her waist, he helped her back to her feet.
She slid a business card from her bag and handed it to him, “Call me.” It wasn’t a question, nor even a suggestion. It was a demand.
Camilla had every intent of finding out what that impressive cock would feel like. And she was used to getting her way.
John watched her bountiful behind swish as she walked off. Before Sophie he would have been intimidated but enthused. Now that he had Sophie in his life, he was a bit scared. What the hell does he do with this?
A week later he had not called Camilla, nor had he mentioned the incident to Sophie. In typical male fashion, he was hoping the situation would just go away. And of course, it did not.
He was walking out of the building at work…and so was Camilla. That day she was wearing blue jeans which looked as if they were painted on. And she looked perfect.
She sashayed directly up to him, grabbing his hand. “You have not called me, lover. I’m hurt.”
“I uh…umm…”
“You don’t want this?”
“I uh…have a fiance'”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…I just want one night, lover. Call me.”
And she was gone.
That night as they were eating dinner, John finally broached the subject, “I need your advice on something…”
Sophie listened with interest as he described the incidents with the firey Latina at work and her demands. He was sweating, waiting for her to explode.
“Camilla? About my height with dark hair and an ass that doesn’t quit? Works in your building, huh?”
“Uh huh…”
“Well. I happen to know Camilla. Don’t you worry, honey. I’ll fix this.”
John spent the rest of the week hoping he would not run into Camilla. He was quite thankful when quitting time on Friday arrived…even more when he made it out of the building.
The newly minted couple had been alternating staying the weekend at his house or her apartment to help them decide which to keep once they were married. This weekend was her apartment.
John turned his key in the lock and slipped inside. He heard voices in the living room. Curious, he went straight there, and almost turned and ran.
Sophie sat in the recliner, her legs tucked up beneath her. Across from her on the couch sat…Camilla.
A dozen scenarios flashed through his mind…all frightening…and all wrong.
Sophie laughed conspiratorily when she noticed him, “Oh, honey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Camilla regarded him, feigning an angry look.
“Come in and have a seat, honey.”
The only place to sit was on the couch next to Camilla. He glanced around, then gave a pleading look.
“Oh very well. You may stand. Right here beside me. Hands behind your back.”
Once he was in place, Sophie explained, without looking up at him.
“You seem to have the worst…or best, luck honey. You managed to draw the attention of one of my girlfriends…and I do mean girlfriend.”
She waited for that to sink in. Both women enjoyed the series of expressions on John’s face.
Camilla added, “Sophie and I spent some time together a few years back…I see we both still have the same taste in men.”
“Speaking of taste…Camilla here happens to be the very best I’ve ever known at cunnilingus…”
Again waiting for John to catch up.
“So we made a deal…Camilla is going to teach you how to eat pussy properly…and in exchange you are going to give her the proper fucking she has been craving from you.”
John flushed, “So…she knows?”
Camilla was intrigued, “I know what?”
John grew pensive, Sophie laughed.
“She soon will…do a strip tease for her.”
John slowly removed his shoes and socks, then his shirt while facing away from Camilla. He slowly dropped his pants, still facing away.