Johnny Pocket Rocket

Small dick Energy At Work

The week has hardly begun, and Johnny Pocket Rocket is already terrorizing the entire office. Literally, I’m sick of him. His voice makes the hair on my neck stand up. Lastly, it makes my skin crawl at the thought of him. He is arrogantly obnoxious. To make matters worse, he’s usually loud and wrong. I can’t stand when he comes in.

Just as any other day, the moment he comes in, he turns the day to shit. I hear him calling my name like nails on a chalkboard. I do my best to appease him. Yet nothing works. He’s hell-bent on making every day the worst day. Sadly, usually he succeeds. My body is constantly on edge. My mind runs marathons, constantly working while getting nothing done.

Once he walks in, you instantly feel the small dick energy. No man with a healthy sex drive and package to match is that miserable. Coincidentally, that was his first tell. He displays confidence, but is clearly not. Good old Johnny Pocket Rocket, this he’s giving big dick energy and all the while doing the opposite.

Mr. Johnny Pocket Rocket

Today started like any other day. At the same time, it was letting the misery commence. Of course, there were a million tasks to delegate that he should’ve done, but now he has employees he can place blame on. The moment he comes in, the air gets heavier, and conversations get shorter. Everyone feels the energy shift. He is more than off-putting. Still, I need a job. However, for now, Johnny pocket rocket cuts the checks.

Here we are late again to catch up on things that he let stack up. Finally, I think we’re done. The office is quiet. My mind is quiet. I close up and go into his bathroom to turn off the light. Accidentally, I walk in on him pleasing his little Peter. I thought he’d already left. He lets out a shrill shriek.  Meanwhile, trying to avert my eyes all the while laughing hysterically. I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t help myself. I knew it.

“Ahh, look at Johnny’s Pocket Rocket, it’s so cute”. I laugh as I exit. Then I linger, waiting for him to exit. Finally, he emerges from the bathroom. I could tell he’d expected me to be gone. Fortunately for him, I love to dish out punishment. There I sit across from his desk, legs and arms folded. I look at him with a smirk.

“So evidently that’s why you’re so miserable, your little member?” I question. He hangs his head in shame. I  basically know I have him right where I want him. He just doesn’t yet. Now it’s my turn to dish out what he’s been giving.

You know you really should be ashamed of yourself

Walking around like a big man. With such a little cock. You know no woman would ever be satisfied with that, don’t you?” I ask. “Watch it, I’m still your boss.” He tries to be firm. “See that’s where you’re wrong, right now I run the show, pull that microscopic cock out again,” I demand. He does what he’s supposed to and drops his trousers.

I lean down and squint, then giggle. Then I sit in the chair, lifting my legs to remove my panties. Lifting each of my legs on the chair’s arms. “On your knees,” I point in front of my now exposed pussy. Now Johnny pocket rocket is face to face with my twat. “Do you ever think you could fill up a nice sweet juicy cunt with that teeny tiny cock you have?” I ask rhetorically. Probably not, since  it’s small, it’s the kind of cock I would have to ask you if you’re in, I bet women always laugh when they see it, don’t they?” Nor can they stop laughing at the sight of it.

“You’ll never please a woman with that Johnny’s Pocket Rocket, I bet you wish you knew what it was like to fill a woman up. To make her beg you to stop, to tell you it’s too much,” I say deviously. His shoulders sank. Head pointed to the ground. Certainly, this is why you were so mad when I was talking about Big Black Cock Energy last week.

Laughing At Johnny Pocket Rocket

“I didn’t say to stop looking, I want you to pay attention. To take in every bit of what you’re not man enough to please.”I say as I laugh. Then I spread my pussy lips, exposing my pink, my clit, and my hole. I caught his attention as I saw the world’s smallest erection. “You’ll never be man enough, Johnny, you’ve got a pocket rocket, a cock that could never satisfy any woman. So you strut and walk around like a big shot. But really, any real woman knows it’s to compensate for that little dick you got,” I say with glee.

Surprisingly, the torture on his face was payment enough. As I could read his shame, his embarrassment, his internal struggle. I love every second of watching the pig squirm. Was a wonderful way to end my night. Therefore, if you have an unquestionably Pocket Rocket yourself, call me the Mistress Of Phone Sex and let the torture begin.

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