“I am going to lose my mind if one more customer calls in wi..
“I am going to lose my mind if one more customer calls in with a Mac they don’t know how to use,” I groaned, stressed to the gills, shoving my headset around my neck. “Fine,” he said, without looking up. “I’ll fuck you in the ass.” I laughed. He was joking, right? I should have known better. I’m fixed with that stormy, authoritative gaze, unshielded by glass lenses, boring into my soul. “Bend over the table.” My heart flutters. Heat rushes between my legs. I obey, of course, with a meek “Yes, Sir.” I’m quivering as his hand slides between my thighs. I hear his belt slide away, shiver as I feel hot breath in my ear. He shoves my pants and panties down my legs, exposing my cunt and ass. He arches his hips into mine, I can feel his cock straining through his boxers. A call rolls in on my computer as his fingers press against my asshole. I can’t think. I click the receive button. Some guy from Louisiana is yammering incoherently about his fishing tournament and his card not working. I’m half listening, because he’s fingering my asshole, hard. Occasionally I peck relevant key words pertaining to this customer’s problem out on the keyboard–make and model of his device, an operating system version number if I can hear it—but it’s impossible to concentrate. His finger is deep inside my ass and his other hand is raking shivers up the length of my spine. I get myself together with a breath. You’ve done this a million times, Shae, all day long. You can do this. I start to give the customer the instructions he needs to solve his problem. I’m doing great, I sound fine…for about twenty seconds. He knocks my thighs apart and thrusts his cock deep into my ass. So sudden. He makes the low, growling, pleasured sound he makes that drives me absolutely wild. I grit my teeth, cut off mid-sentence. His fingers thread through my hair, yank my head back. I start to whimper, realize what I’m doing, slam the mute button. The customer is still rambling in my ear as he thrusts into me, again and again. “Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear as I stare down at my own hands scrabbling for purchase on the tabletop. “Good girl. Don’t forget about your customer.” I unmute myself, babble a semi-coherent affirmation that the guy is following my instructions correctly, then immediately put it back on because his pace is quickening and I can’t bear it. He’s growling in my ear about how he loves the way my asshole feels unlubricated, how he loves the way it tightens around his cock. He’s still yanking my hair back. I manage to squeak out the call closing statement before he empties his balls into me. He slaps my ass on his way out of the room. I’m left panting and shaking, cum dripping out into my panties. So, just think of that. The next time you’re on the phone with tech support, it could be that the girl you’re on the line with is getting her ass stuffed with Daddy’s hot cum.
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