Ring Ruby, use Cheryl

You reach down and rest a hand on the back of Cheryl’s head, guiding her forward until she takes the full thick length of you into her mouth. She understands immediately. The slow nursing turns into proper, focused sucking, lips stretched wide around the shaft, tongue working the underside as she bobs with steady purpose. Wet sounds fill the quiet conference room, soft and rhythmic, the occasional quiet moan vibrating around your cock.

You pick up the phone with your free hand and call Ruby back. She answers on the second ring.

“Hey,” she says, voice warm and a little uncertain. “You got my text.”

“Yeah.” You keep your tone even while Cheryl sinks deeper, the head of your cock pressing against the back of her throat. “Still at the office. Wrapping something up. Meet me in an hour?”

There is a short pause on the line. In the background of the call you hear the low rush of traffic, the sound of her car indicator. Closer, right in front of you, Cheryl’s mouth is making soft, wet noises as she works you with increasing enthusiasm, one hand stroking what she cannot fit, the other braced on your thigh.

“An hour works,” Ruby answers. “Same place as last time? Or do you want to come to mine? My husband’s away for the night.”

Cheryl hollows her cheeks and pulls back almost to the tip before sliding down again, the slick sound of it just audible. You bite the inside of your cheek and keep your voice steady.

“Yours is fine. I will text when I am on the way.”

Another small pause. You hear Ruby shift in her seat. For a second it feels like she is listening harder, as if some faint noise on your end has caught her attention, but she cannot quite place it.

“Everything okay there?” she asks. “You sound a little… distracted.”

Cheryl chooses that moment to take you all the way under, nose pressed to your stomach, throat fluttering around the thick intrusion. The wet sound is clearer now. You exhale slowly through your nose and answer.

“Just finishing a meeting. Numbers. You know how it is. One hour. I will see you then.”

“Okay,” Ruby says, still sounding faintly puzzled. “Drive safe. And… I am glad you called.”

You end the call before anything else can slip through. Cheryl pulls off your cock with a slow, deliberate drag of her tongue, looks up at you with wet lips and that same smug little smile, and goes straight back to sucking you as if the conversation never happened. The fluorescent lights keep humming. The office beyond the glass stays dark. You have one hour before you are due at Ruby’s door, and Cheryl shows no sign of letting your cock leave her mouth until she is finished with it.