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Her fingers typed the url for news, but as she glanced at the clock in the corner of her computer and noticed there were still thirty five minutes until work, Danielle suddenly found herself thinking of another concern.

An eight hour workday was a long time to go without release, and she rapidly found herself pulling her skirt and panties down and undoing enough of the set of straps that held her cock in place to release it into her seated grasp. She couldn't help but glance around as she typed in the url, far more conscious about her taste in porn then her own nudity. The sites blue and grey forum format flashed on the screen, and Danielle sighed happily, suddenly sure the extra money for an apartment with cable had been better then the dial up she'd had to get used to in other parts of the country.

One hand pulled and flopped her stretched member around, straps bouncing useless against the chair from around its head, the other hand darted from place to place with the mouse. Finally threads, images **** into posts like afterthoughts began to show up, and Danielles hands started to move faster as she started searching her treasure trove.

She'd hardly believed it when she'd found it. There were people who had been drawing girls like her. Some were exaggerated, over-sized monsters of muscle, others small, and nearly indistinguishable from young girls. Some had no testicles, their vulva proudly on display, and others had members so large they rivaled the people they were attached to. Danielle loved it all, and as she added more images to her collection with one hand, she **** blood into her own member with her other hand, squeezing tight on the upstroke and causing its head to flare larger and larger.

She opened KSquirel and let the album play, starting with one of her newly discovered pictures, though rapidly flashing to something a bit older. Danielle let go of the mouse, turning both hands to her member as it began to rise to life, the straps suddenly shrinking from view behind its thickening tumescence. Neither hand could completely get around it anymore, and she began to stroke with fury, flexing her muscles and sending more blood shooting into it, veins throbbing out as she did so. As image after image flashed across the screen, Danielle began to thrust with her hips, her hands a blur as she found herself moaning. A hand suddenly darted from her shaft, reached below, desperately searching for her nub.

The moment she found it a cry escaped from her lips, and a sudden stream of white leaped from her glans. She rapidly grasped at her shaft with both hands, fingers digging into her urethra, **** to stop the flow as the long strand splashed into her screen, the tough old CRT humming happily as though nothing happened. Danielle struggled to hold it back, but a bead began to form on its head just as another tsunami crashed against her fingers, nearly causing her to lose grip with a hand. She stood awkwardly, panties and skirt around her ankles as the next wave hit, and the pearl that had been forming about her members head began to creep closer to the floor.

Her **** shuffle to the washroom was spent trying to hold back her load, her fingers desperately trying to pull back the ever lengthening strand of cum back onto her still rock hard member. As soon as the toilet was in sight she let go, a surge quickly following that launched from her place in the doorway to splat next to the target, causing her to grasp at her cock again, trying to keep the mess to a minimum as she shuffled close enough to aim.

She sighed happily as her cum fled from her body, splashing into the toilet below, though quickly began to grow impatient as blast after blast kept coming. She did her best to glance at the monitor from in the washroom, but the image was blurry at best from her first volley.

Finally she felt her body calm down, the huge member still as large as it got, though suddenly far softer then it had been just a moment before. She **** her fingers around it, squeezing out any cum that had gotten caught behind her strap and couldn't help but stare in the toilet bowl for a moment as her milky white seed swam in circles. She'd measured it when she was younger, but she swore she was shooting more then the cup she had been then as she looked, the stuff seemingly occupying half the bowl. She smiled and tossed the thought from her mind as her eyes darted towards the crumpled clothes at her ankles.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stepped free and gazed upon them, no wet stains visible to her eyes, though she couldn't help but grumble as she noticed the first volley she'd launched creeping closer to her feet. Vowing to clean it up later, Danielle fled the washroom and quickly strapped herself back into place before pulling her panties and skirt back on. She meandered back to the computer after finding a cloth and sat down, a few wipes freeing the monitor from its facial and soaking the cloth, the image album suddenly clear once again as it continued to play. Danielle suddenly wondered if she had time for another go as she felt herself heating up at the images, and paused the image stream to check the clock.