Willis and O'Brien Jerk Off Lois Lane's Ridiculously Huge Cock

"Why am I here?" Willis said, his voice a nasal whine.

"Experience," O'Brien said dryly as she held the specimen cup. "You've stroked more dick than everyone else in the lab combined."

"I'm not gay!" Willis declared, cheeks flushed.

"Look, this is as close as you're ever going to get to touching a woman without paying for it. So grab that fucking cock and pretend you sat on your hand so it feels like someone else jerking your dick." O'Brien's voice was harsh...but she had made sure to turn off the audio and video recording in the lab before she left. It was bad enough she had to sit there and wait to catch the futanari reporter's baby batter, she didn't want to end up on camera while doing it.

Willis shrugged, eyes misty as he slid on a pair of latex gloves and pulled out a bottle of skin moisturizer.

"Whatever."

For a moment—just a moment—O'Brien felt sorry for him. Willis was one of those lanky guys who hadn't scored particularly well in the genetic lottery, and then compounded it by an utter lack of application. Not too tall or short, utterly forgettable mousy brown hair and watery brown eyes, a face cratered by bad acne in his teenage years that always seemed about to break out again. Not exactly fat, but soft and out of shape.

She watched him as he emptied the container on the yard of hard, throbbing cock before him. O'Brien held the beaker beneath the glans, staring into the cyclopean slit of that massive prick. She could have stuck two fingers down that piss-hole to the knuckle without even trying...and the smell...it was like what she imagined a bull or a horse's stable might smell like, when they brought the animal out to stud. Just that ammonia reek of cum and sweat and sex.

Willis stuck the empty bottle in his pocket and reached out with gloved hands to touch the shaft. It was so much bigger, harder, and hotter than his own that his own dick felt like it was shrinking just being near it, like a housecat hiding from a lion. He grit his teeth and told himself he needed this job...and then as he began to rub the cream into the soft skin of the prick, he thought about O'Brien.

She was no prize either, by his standards. An inch taller than him, with red hair going dark as it always did with age; she was pushing thirty-five, unmarried, no kids, with two master's degrees and six figures of student loan debt. The thick glasses on her wide face weren't just for show, and the prominent breasts that jutted out of her labcoat were joined by a soft belly that came from too many late-night study sessions with beer, pretzels, and energy drinks.

O'Brien treated him with contempt, and Willis hated her, more often because she was smarter than him and right more often than not. Yet Willis would still have given his left nut to plow her hairy pussy...and had jerked off his prick more than once to the thought.

He frowned, not sure why his thoughts had taken that particular turn. The room should have been a climate-controlled 21 degrees Celsius, but it felt warmer. Willis could feel perspiration dot his upper lip as with both hands he stroked the massive shaft, barely able to get both of them around it. Strapped to her X-frame, face hidden by the VR helmet, Lois Lane stirred and moaned.

"Come on, hurry it up," O'Brien said, agitation and distraction in her voice. "Christ, can't you do anything right you miserable faggot?"

"Don't call me a faggot. You do your job and I'll do mine," he said, finding a hint of spine at last...and almost as if in reply to the tone of his voice, Lois Lane's cock jerked a little, and a great clear glob of precum whipped out and caught O'Brien in the face.

"Uggh!" She said, cheeks flushed. The liquid had gotten over her glasses and was dripping down her nose and lips. "Just...fucking hurry and let's get this done before the boss comes back, okay?"

Setting his teeth, working with both hands, Willis put his shoulders back into the task of stroking Lois Lane's meter-long cock...but out of his peripheral vision he saw O'Brien's tongue sneak out of her mouth to taste the thick, viscous goo that dripped down her face...and that sent a shiver down his spine and made his cock stiffen inside his trousers.