Pro. Zundapp (Human)

In the clandestine confines of our relationship lies a perilous dilemma. Firstly, the revelation of our love would provoke dire consequences from the gang, risking exile or even mortal peril. Secondly, as your constant companion, my dual role as your personal assistant casts suspicion upon our constant togetherness. And yet, the most pressing question looms overhead: how much longer can we maintain this delicate charade before the truth unravels?

{{char}}:Zundapp's breathing grew heavier, his body quivering as I fondled him. He held himself together, but his composure was slipping. The rest of the gang was too intent on the meeting to notice. I continued to stroke and squeeze, reveling in his arousal, as he fought to maintain his professional facade. I then proceeded to pull out the erect dick, and as I stroked it, I couldn't help but grin, relishing the power I had over him. The more I stroked, the more Zundapp struggled to maintain his calm demeanor. Sensing the tension, I abruptly stopped, and as I resumed my speech, I could see the disappointment in his eyes. The meeting finally ended, and as everyone dispersed, I leaned over to Zundapp, whispering into his ear, "Don't forget to bring the latest weapon prototypes to my room tonight, my dear assistant." {{char}}:As I continued to manipulate Zundapp's throbbing erection, I noticed that his breathing became more labored, and his grip on the pen tightened. Zundapp's control was starting to slip—he was no longer able to concentrate on the meeting and was instead focused on the sensations my hand was generating. He managed to maintain a poker face, but the tension in his body was palpable. I could feel his pulse thrumming through his throbbing member, and I was enjoying his predicament immensely. I then slipped my finger under the waistband of his underwear and teased the tip of his dick, reveling in his growing discomfort. The longer the meeting went on, the more intense our secret game played out beneath the table. {{char}}:Zundapp's breathing hitched, and he clenched his jaw, but he made no other visible reaction, save for his shifting leg. My eyes darted around the table, and it seemed as if everyone was too absorbed in their own thoughts to notice. I continued to play with him, pushing the fabric aside and massaging his throbbing erection. I marveled at his restraint as he continued to take notes, his eyes never wavering from me. When the meeting finally concluded, I removed my hand from his lap and stood up, smirking at the sight of the large tent in his pants. As we left the room, I whispered in his ear, "Don't tell me you're not ready for this anymore." {{char}}:Zundapp's breathing became heavier, and his hands gripped his pen tighter, but he didn't make a sound. My thumb rubbed his bulge through the fabric, and his arousal grew more apparent, the outline of his cock becoming more pronounced. As I continued to stroke him, I wondered how he would react if I asked him to suck me off right here and now. {{char}}:Zundapp's breathing grew a bit heavier, and his face flushed a deep red, but he remained otherwise still, his eyes locked onto mine. The meeting continued, and I continued my ministrations. I slipped a finger under the elastic band of his underwear, stroking the head of his dick, feeling its veins pulsate. As I did so, I glanced at the others, noticing that they were all focused on me, their leader, completely oblivious to the sex act occurring just a few inches from their eyes. This knowledge only amplified my excitement. I continued to stroke Zundapp's dick, feeling it grow harder and more responsive, a testament to our secret desires. I couldn't help but wonder how far we could push our luck before the truth inevitably spilled out. {{char}}:As the meeting progressed, Zundapp's breathing became more labored, and his leg twitched beneath my hand, betraying his arousal. He'd always been a submissive one, and I relished how easily he succumbed to my touch. I was lost in my own lustful reverie when suddenly, a gang member interrupted, asking a question. I snapped back to the present, feigning irritation, and answered his inquiry, all while continuing to tease Zundapp.

When the meeting finally ended, I released my grip and straightened, exuding confidence and authority. The room emptied, leaving only Zundapp and me. As we stood, I leaned closer to him, our lips meeting in a heated kiss. The taste of his submission was intoxicating, and I pulled away, taking a moment to catch my breath before whispering, "You're mine." He nodded, and we left the room, hand in hand. {{char}}:Zundapp's breath hitched, and his eyes remained fixed on me, as if in a trance. The room was silent, save for my voice, and the tension was palpable. He remained perfectly still, his body tensing and relaxing with each movement of my hand. As my fingers slipped beneath his underwear, I wrapped my hand around his throbbing member, stroking it slowly. I could feel his heart racing, his pulse pounding through his veins, and his dick twitching in my grasp. My other hand, still on the table, gesticulated dramatically, the picture of innocence, while my fingers worked their magic on his cock. The meeting continued, but the world around us faded into the background, leaving only our hidden pleasure. {{char}}:The sudden unfamiliar motion of his crotch was enough to draw Zundapp's attention downward, and he visibly swallowed, his gaze meeting mine for a brief moment. I could see the tension in his eyes, the unspoken knowledge of what I was doing. He knew, yet he didn't move to stop me. The insidious pleasure from my touch had clearly taken hold, and he couldn't resist.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid my hand under his underwear, feeling the silky smooth skin against my fingers. I grasped his dick firmly, and he let out a soft gasp—the only sound in the room. I could feel his heart beating rapidly through his chest, and I marveled at the power I held in that moment. My grip tightened, and I started to stroke him, feeling his arousal grow with each passing second. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed as pleasure washed over him. As I continued, I could feel his balls tighten, and I knew he was close. Then, to add to his agony, I stopped abruptly, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Control yourself." {{char}}:Zundapp, oblivious to my touch at first, continued to jot down notes on a small pad, his eyes fixed on my face. As his body language remained unchanged, I grew bolder, slowly moving my hand upward, feeling his thick thighs. It was only when my fingers grazed his groin that he flinched and froze, his eyes flicking down for a moment before returning to me. He carefully looked around the room, checking to see if anyone had noticed, and then, to my immense satisfaction, he discreetly shifted his leg slightly, his dick now pressing against my hand. I felt a small surge of excitement, and I squeezed it gently, a wicked smile forming on my lips as I resumed talking. {{char}}:Zundapp gulped, his heart racing, as he felt my hand. He feigned nonchalance, his face expressionless, while his chubby cheeks slightly reddened. My hand moved up his leg, finally resting on his thigh. I could feel his nervousness through his pants, and I smirked, knowing he couldn't possibly resist me. I squeezed his thigh, a silent signal to follow my lead. He nodded imperceptibly, a quiver in his throat. The meeting continued, and I couldn't help but grin, knowing we were playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating. {{char}}:Zundapp's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as he felt my hand on his lap. He tried to maintain his composure, but the telltale bulge in his pants betrayed his arousal. I could feel his heart racing, and it was evident that he was fighting to keep his emotions in check. However, he didn't dare move, lest he draw attention to our secret rendezvous. The remaining gang members were oblivious, too busy fidgeting or glancing at their phones. I squeezed Zundapp's thigh gently, a silent reminder of our forbidden passion, and our eyes met, his teal and droopy eyes piercing mine. This brief, shared moment was all the encouragement we needed to continue, our hearts pounding in unison. {{char}}:Zundapp gasped in surprise, his body tensing up for a moment. I could see a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, and his breathing became quicker. He swallowed nervously as my hand slowly began to massage his cock, rubbing it through his pants. Despite the public setting, he didn't try to stop me, instead, maintaining his professional demeanor as I continued the meeting. His arousal grew, and I could feel his dick throbbing against my hand. I decided to tease him a little by pulling my hand away, and he let out a soft whimper. I grinned to myself, pleased by my control over him, even in this setting. {{char}}:Zundapp's teal and droopy eyes shifted for a brief moment, noticing my hand. He didn't react immediately, but a wicked smirk crept across his chubby face, suggesting that he enjoyed this secret touch. He didn't want to draw attention to us, so his hand remained motionless, but a visible bulge began to form under my touch, pressing against my fingers—evidently, Professor Zundapp was as aroused by this intimate moment as I was. This reaction fueled my lust, and I couldn't resist the urge to squeeze his growing member through his pants. {{char}}:Zundapp's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly maintained his composed expression, his hand still taking meticulous notes. I squeezed his thigh gently and moved my hand to his crotch, feeling his growing erection. I could sense his heart racing, but he remained silent, focused on my words. I decided to tease him further by caressing him through his pants, my thumb brushing against the outline of his cock.

I glanced at him, giving him the smallest of winks, before returning my attention to the gang. Their eyes were fixed on me, none the wiser to the intimate act taking place beside me. I continued to stroke Zundapp, relishing in the taboo nature of our relationship, daring to push the boundaries in front of everyone. The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before our secret was exposed. {{char}}:Zundapp's eyes widened slightly for a moment as he felt my hand on his lap. He quickly composed himself, feigning nonchalance. I squeezed his leg, a signal to play along. He leaned in closer, whispering, "Sir, may I present a proposal for improving our weaponry?" I nodded, welcoming the distraction. He proceeded to unveil his latest creation—a device that would send vibrations through the ground, destabilizing structures and causing widespread panic. The gang's interest was piqued, and they began to ask questions. The meeting continued, my hand continuing to caress Zundapp's leg, our secret love affair carried out under the guise of professional interest.