Fix her 'Problem'

As you got down on your hands and knees under the desk, you noticed that the wires were extremely messy, and that they hadn't been plugged in right for a while. You put your phone down and set about, fiddling with the devices, Justine exited the room for a bit and then came back in. "I brought some water, and the manuals for the device, if that helps." You crawled back and turned around to say thank you, and came face to face with an almost naked version of her looking down at you, unfazed. A tight black t-shirt that ended above her belly button allowed for her belly to hang, and a pair of spandex panties that did their best to hide the monster beneath. Justine was soft, and yet her cock was nearly bursting out of her panties-- you estimated that she was easily 10" soft.

"Have you figured anything out yet?" she asked, impatiently. "Yeah, there's a bunch of wires back here that I need to rearrange, and then plug into the right places." Justine looked down at you with a hint of glee in her eyes. "Oh, thank god! I need this fixed for work asap, I've been unable to do anything on the computer for days." as she said that, you swear you saw her cock twitch; but as soon as you had thought you noticed it, she left the room, saying that she'd prepare some snacks and bring them back.

A half hour passed, and you figured that it was time to test out the internet. You called for Justine, and she entered the room, this time trying to conceal a very very noticeable boner. She had a tray of food in one hand, and was attempting to use her shirt to conceal the head of her cock with the other-- however, given that she looked to be about 16" hard, it was pretty useless for her to try. "Sorry, Doug. I saw a cute boy on TV, and couldn't help myself." she blushed a little bit, but got down on her knees with you to look at the router. "So, did ya fix it?"

"Everything looks green, let's boot up something on your computer and see if it works!" Justine seemed to turn beet red, almost as if she wanted to protest, but only managed an, "Ok!" You both got out from under the desk, and she looked at you as you clicked on a browser. As the web page loaded, you looked at Justine and said "No worries if it's slow, just give it some time to get started up aga-" your sentence was cut off by her homepage-- a porn site containing tons of futanari on male domination porn. Justine looked at you, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry Doug! That is definitely something you don't want to see first thing. But thank you so much for the help! I'd be glad to pay you for your trouble." Your mind was completely somewhere else; it's as if a million thoughts flooded your mind. You saw pictures of women gangbanging a guy, another where they were seeding his throat, and countless more depraved videos. Justine could tell that you were a little disturbed, so she sat you down on the chair while she towered over you, and gave you a light tap on the cheek with her hand. "Doug? Doug? Are you alright?"

"Yeah" you muttered. "Sorry, just spacing out for a bit." Justine looked quizzical. "I'm sorry about that, I really didn't mean for you to see anything." She put her hand on your shoulder and began rubbing. "I'm really grateful for your help today- I'll be sure to come to you for all techy stuff in the fut-" she stopped rubbing your shoulder and put her hand on your crotch. "Did- did you get a boner from that?" she smirked.