Science Ch 5

“OK, bud. Just relax,” Piper says as she undoes your belt, button, and unzips you. You hiss and shudder as she brings your cock out.

“Feel like I’m starting to get it,” Chica says, watching your cock twitch. Piper actually has some color in her cheeks, but Chica’s still as composed as ever.

Piper skillfully rolls it back and uses both hands to stroke. She watches your face with amusement as she puts her fingertip on your tip, spreads a little precum around your fat head, then pinches and plays with your foreskin with wet fingers.

“Oh my god. He’s dripping,” Chica says, leaning against the desk. “Flynn, you don’t mind if I watch, do you?” She’s not teasing; she’s being serious.

The best you can do is something like shaking your head. You don’t care. You stare at Piper, who seems to be able to detect your intensity. Does she realize how badly you want to rip her clothes off? Every little thing she does with her face floods you with urges to stuff your cock into her mouth.

Her hands are good, though. Almost suspiciously good.

Chica steps forward. “OK, look, nobody read anything into this.” She lifts your shirt, exposing your belly. Piper raises an eyebrow as Chica runs her hand over your abs. Chica ignores the look. “He works really hard on this, Piper. He would be offended if nobody ever did this.”

Piper laughs. “They look real nice, Flynn. But you already know that, don’t you?”

“Oh my god, they’re doing stuff.” Chica puts her other hand on you. “Are you flexing?”

“He’s feeling good,” Piper says.

Good isn’t the word you’d use, although there’s definitely plenty of pleasure.

Piper affects a high, slightly nasal voice: “Hey, Flynn. Do you want to cum on my tits?”

She’s funny, but you are not in a joking mood. You’re either going to lose control and do something wildly inappropriate, or explode like a volcano, which is also not the most appropriate thing to do in a food pantry. “Or do you want to cum on Chica?”

“You’re, uh, volunteering me?” Chica asks, still admiring your muscles with her palms.

“Yeah. Don’t act like you don’t want to see it,” Piper says, continuing to tug and massage your shaft. She knows damn well that she should be speeding up and getting it done. She likes being in control. Probably not with whips and chains and stuff, but it’s obvious.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to see it,” Chica replies.

“Flynn. Me or Chica?”