Roger's interest in Melinda is piqued when he overhears her talking naughty at the office. Unfortunately, she sounds like she's reading a boring script. Not one to pass up an opportunity to help out a fellow employee, Roger proceeds to demonstrate what Melinda and her caller are fantasizing. After all, it's a selfless effort to help her sound more realistic.
It's all fun and games until one caller demands more than Melinda alone can give. In a situation gone sexually out of control, five industrious office workers soon succumb to the control of this caller.
How far are these helpful employees willing to go in the name of realism? And will Roger ever be able to claim Melinda for his own?
Praise for Office Work
"Saying it was burning hot would be a mild description. This was so much fun to read and made me want to read more."
-- Barb, Bad Barb's Place
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Copyright ©2012 Ayla Ruse
"I want you on the floor, your head between my legs, your mouth eating out my cunt."
Roger blinked and peeked around the corner office he'd just passed. There sat Melinda, proper as ever, a cell phone pressed to her ear. He'd never figured her as one for phone sex. When she continued to sit still, yet moan as if she really wanted her pussy licked, he had a wicked urge to help her out.
"Yes, honey," she spoke into the receiver. "Just like that. You can fuck me later. Keep licking. Umm..."
Her words were right, just... not very enthusiastic. You had to be enthusiastic to have phone sex, or else what was the point? He cringed when she moaned again. Even that didn't sound real. No, to let her continue in this monotone would be a sin.
He snuck in, closed her door, and waited for her to turn around and acknowledge him. When she didn't, but continued to direct the unknown person on the phone, Roger'd had enough. He spun her chair around, making her gasp. He shook his head in warning and dropped to his knees. He liked that he'd shocked her. Behind her prim glasses, she stared at him with her big, brown eyes like a deer caught in headlights.
"Roger!" she scolded in a harsh whisper. "Oh... No, sorry. I'm here. You are, ah, so good."
Roger chuckled at the way she exaggerated the word so.
"I like when you do that," Melinda said into the phone. "You know. When you, um, stick your tongue in me."
Oh, he could not wait to mimic her words. Locking eyes with her, daring her to stop him, Roger yanked her hips to the edge of her chair, shoved up her dove gray business skirt, and pressed his mouth right up against her pussy.
"No, stop! ...no, not you. You can keep talking. I mean you can't... oh. I don't... oh. My. God. Yes!"
Roger held her hips as she put up a struggle, but she couldn't fool him. Talking trash might not be her thing, but the words had an effect on her. Her panties were soaked with her juices, and he licked her hard. Once she stopped fighting him, he pulled aside the underwear and let his tongue lave her very tasty slit.
Her breathing kicked up a few notches and instead of pushing him away, she tugged on his hair, urging him for more.
He readjusted their bodies, ripped her panties, and set himself to feast. "Keep talking," he growled against her. "I like your voice."