Dave needs help

With a sigh, Dave fell into his chair and slowly swung around to face his computer. His chair squealed from either being extremely old, or on the verge of falling apart, or because Dave was a little larger than average ... or probably a combination of all three.

He woke his computer up from sleep mode, and launched the company's app for invoice management. The three of them in this cluster (Dave, Erica, and Jake) all had the same basic job, which was to do financial data entry. The software they used was ancient, designed for a long-obsolete operating system. But somehow, it still ran enough on new machines that the company felt it was better to struggle through the crummy software than invest time and money in anything new.

Dave hated the software. He complained about it constantly. Even when the issues were things he had resolved in the past and dealt with many times over, he grumbled and mumbled about everything that bugged him.

He set his coffee down near a stack of papers, and began to look through his inbox for where to begin.

Abbie, meanwhile, was still thoroughly enjoying herself under Jake's desk. Jake was enjoying it too. He slowly moved his hips back and forth, focusing on not moving his own chair (which also squealed, though not as much as Dave's). Abbie did her part, lightly bobbing her head, keeping the motion stead, keeping Jake hard and aroused.

"What the fuck," muttered Dave.

Abbie caught herself almost laughing as Dave broke the silence. There was just something amusing about the dry and aimless comment from the voice whose source she couldn't see.

"What is it?" asked Jake without turning around. This was common, that they talked to each other without turning to look.

"This stupid software. The field for the invoice is too small."

"And?" said Jake, knowing the answer. This had happened too many times before.

"And this invoice number is too big."

Jake slid a hand under his desk and touched the top of Abbie's head. He felt a need to silently connect more with her if he had to also carry on conversation with Dave. Abbie felt his hand, and moaned lightly as he touched her.

"Can you fit it in?" Jake asked.

Although Jake was obviously talking to Dave and talking about an invoice and an archaic piece of computer software, Abbie heard Jake's words, and found it hysterical that he had just said 'can you fit it in?' as she was trying to get more Jake's cock into her mouth. In fact, she thought it was so funny that she was unable to stifle a small giggle.

Jake heard it. Immediately, he coughed, almost aggressively. He was mortified at the idea that Dave might have heard Abbie's giggle. His fake coughing fit was enough to actually get him coughing for real.

"Are you okay?" Dave asked, turning his head to look at Jake.

Jake calmed his cough. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't know what caught me."

Dave sipped his coffee. "Could be this sludge from the break room. I don't know why I drink this shit."

Abbie had stopped giggling, and was back to working her mouth around Jake's dick. She softened her lips and swirled her tongue along the sides. As she slid back and forth, she took about half of Jake's length, though she imagined she could probably do more.

"So seriously, man." Dave sighed and shook his head. "What do you do with these invoice numbers that are too long?"

"Can it fit?" Jake asked.

Again, Abbie wrote her own narrative about Jake's questions, and decided that even if he wasn't talking to her directly, she was going to do her best to provide her own affirmative responses. She opened her mouth wider, and pushed herself further onto Jake's cock.

"Maybe," said Dave. He typed into the boxes on the software screen, deleting, typing, trying to trick the software into accepting the data.

Jake felt Abbie getting more aggressive under his desk, and wasn't sure if there was a reason behind it. He wasn't going to complain, of course. It felt great, so he saw no reason to find out why.

"Did you get it all in?" Jake asked. As he asked, he felt Abbie move a little harder onto him, now with nearly three-quarters of his cock down her throat. It only then occurred to Jake that perhaps she was listening to the conversation.

"Not all of it," said Dave.

Jake, now incredibly curious if what he was saying to Dave had any impact on Abbie, tried phrasing things more specifically.

"What if you take it out and try the whole thing again? Like, what if you just put it in really fast?"

Abbie felt her face flush. She was completely on board with Jake's game, and it got her quite turned on at the idea of it.

As Jake had suggested, she pulled his cock completely out of her mouth. She stroked it with both hands for a moment, and then licked her lips and swallowed to better prepare herself. She opened her mouth, took a breath, and in one swift move, thrust herself over Jake's dick, taking nearly all of it straight into her mouth.

Jake gasped and felt his body tighten. That Abbie had just practically deep-throated him in one sudden burst, and that it was happening under his desk at work -- all of it was on the border of overwhelming him. He clenched his muscles, terrified that he was about to uncontrollably come in her mouth.

"Didn't work," mumbled Dave.

Jake took a breath. "You know that program is trash. Just because it didn't work this time doesn't mean it won't work. It's so erratic." Again, Jake put his hand under the desk and touched Abbie's hair as she continued sucking him.

"Yeah, I hate it," said Dave.

"I'd just try again. Can you take it out and put it back in, maybe even faster?" said Jake, holding Abbie's head a little tighter.

At this point, both Abbie and Jake knew that this was the method of communication. Abbie loved the game of it. Once Jake had offered the suggestion of 'take it out and put it back in, maybe even faster,' Abbie was not only in favor of the idea, but thought it might even help her get closer to completely fitting him in her mouth.

She pulled her head back, and immediately thrust forward again.

"Still didn't work," said Dave.

Abbie slide her mouth back again, leaving a trail of saliva along the side of Jake's cock. She opened her mouth wide and dove forward, impaling herself on him yet again. She could just barely feel the front of Jake's bush of pubic hair against her face, and knew that she had gotten a little deeper on him.

"Fuck," muttered Dave. "This piece of shit."

Abbie sucked hard before sliding back one more time. She let her tongue linger on the tip of Jake's dick, teasing the head, knowing how sensitive it was. She smiled, licked her lips, and then plunged forward. This time, she felt the warmth of Jake's hair against her nose. She could feel how soft his hair and skin were, she could smell the scent of his soap.

She held fast against him, pumping the muscles of her mouth on his cock, which, if possible, had gotten harder and bigger in this last flurry of their oral play. She could feel the tip of his dick at the back of her throat.

"Holy shit, I think it worked," said Dave. "Why would it not work six times in a row and then work?"

Jake wasn't sure he would be able to speak. His eyes were fluttering, and it was all he could do not to explode in Abbie's mouth. He took a breath, and quietly said, "Seventh time's the charm, I guess."