This wasn’t supposed to happen. You thought to yourself. You held a hand over your mouth, making sure to not allow a single sound be heard, your eyes helplessly stuck upon what was right in front of you. Your heart pounded with anxiety, (or perhaps something else, that you refused to admit) over the mere idea of being caught. You sat underneath the desk, afraid to move, yet also afraid to stay where you were, flanked at either side by a leg. In front of you, a gaming chair sat, a towel draped over the seat and backrest. Atop that, I sat, unaware of your presence, my attention divided between what my screen displayed, what my ears heard, and what my hand was doing. You may not have been able to see what I was watching, but the moans and wet slaps painted a rather clear image, solidified by the fact that what you could see was what my hand was doing. That being, of course, rubbing quick strokes over my aroused cock, the head of which was dangerously close to your face. It throbbed and pulsed, the small hole winking with my strokes as you were unable to miss my balls swell and twitch before your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You repeat, half your mind trying to figure out how to escape without me noticing, the other half trying to pretend your heart beat with anxiety, and nothing else.

How did this situation form? What is the relationship between you and I? How does it proceed from here? All of these questions we can decide upon the answer to together. I look forward to your ideas.

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