Irene the women’s soccer coach knocked once more and then barged in. John shuffled to get his shorts back on as he scooted his chair to his desk so she couldn’t see the big mess he was making.
“What is with this email you just sent, my girls are never on the field late”, Irene said while storming up to John’s desk.
“I was just doing a favor for George, he just needs his guys on the field on time. I know you don’t keep your girls late but they are apparently staying on the field. I’m just trying to make everyone happy.” John calmly replied. He could feel his cum slowly dripping down his leg, he already regretted making himself cum so much.
“I can’t believe you are always taking his side” Irene started in on a sexist rant on how John always sided with George and not her and that she is just as important and her girls needed just as much practice and had just as many successes and trophies. John tried to pay attention but the feeling of his cum leaking from his hole was just making him hard again.
“OK OK” John interrupted he rant which was obviously going to go on for awhile, “What can I do to make it better” John sighed trying to make sure she didn’t see that he was hard under the desk and covered in his own cum.
“Just start treating my girls with the same respect you treat George and his brutes”
“No worries, I will have the same talk with George later today. Shake on it” John reached out his hand in an invitation for her to shake. Still thinking about nothing but his hard cock, she reached out too and grabbed his hand. As soon as their hands came together John felt a jolt. Irene pulled away and walked out of the office, stomping the whole way.
John tried to figure out what the shock was from and then he looked down. Where George’s mediocre cock had been now had been replaced by what John could only surmise was Irene’s vagina. “Hmmm,” John thought as he turned to the chronivac. “Now this could be fun”. John then turned to the Chronivac and started typing.