Amber from accounting

Ruby’s on the phone to a customer. “Can you send a ticket to IT about this computer for me?” you ask her, and she gives you a non-committal nod and brushes you off with her hand. “I’m going on a walk,” you tell her, and she shoos you away.

Strolling around the office, you glance around for a flash of red hair you can exploit. Everyone in this office seems to have black, brown, or grey hair, which is a bit of a let-down, but before you decide to give up and head back to Ruby, you find Amber in the break room with a handful of other coworkers. She’s standing, chatting to Ash of all people, who is sitting at a table drinking a cup of tea. They’re talking about sales figures and other boring nonsense, but Amber talks animatedly, gold and teal bangles jangling around her thin wrists as she gesticulates. Her light orange hair is swept back into an elegant updo on the back of her head. You join their conversation.

“Hey Ash, Amber,” you say, sidling up to them, and placing your hand on Amber’s behind. She doesn’t react, but she does move a little closer to you.

“John, hi!” says Ash. “Got that report for me yet? We need it for the two o’clock meeting.” He sips his tea.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” you reply as you continue groping Amber’s backside, “it’s under control.”

Amber leans into you as Ash waffles on about some other finance-related business. Amber towers above the two of you--you’re not particularly short, but Amber is nearly six foot, and with those five inch pumps she’s wearing, you have to crane your neck up to look her in the eye. She shoots a sly grin down at you, and pulls up the skirt of her flowy blue-green dress to give you better access to her ass. You run your hand down stocking-clad bottom and rest your fingers against her sex, gently rubbing back and forth. You can feel the heat of her pussy, even through her stockings.

Amber lets out a gentle moan as you continue stroking her, and Ash finally catches on the what you're doing.

“Oooohhhh!” he says, blushing. “Awww, look at you two! So sweet!”

You grin and bend Amber over the table, which knocks over Ash’s cup of tea, and stains the front of Amber’s pretty dress.

“Oh bother, my tea!” Ash yelps, jumping back. “Let me clean that up!”

“Don’t bother,” you say, yanking down Amber’s tights and underwear. Her ass and cunt are fully exposed now, and the sight of it makes your mouth water. “You can sit over there with Melanie. I want you to watch.”

Ash nods, and takes a seat next Melanie, a pudgy woman with dark brown hair. They watch on in delight as you kneel down and lick Amber’s cunt, slowly, from the little nub of her clit all the way up to her hairless asshole, savouring it. Your two coworkers titter to each other over the saccharine display.

Amber’s thighs quiver and tense under your firm grip as you continue licking her out, and the moans escaping her mouth are heavenly. Her juices run down your chin, and you press a thumb to the entrance of her asshole, teasing it. Amber’s gripping the edge of the table, white-knuckled.

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she gasps out, “Don’t stop, John, I’m gonna--!”

You continue lapping at her hot, wet cunt, and Amber shudders and comes on your tongue. Wasting no time, you stand back up and flip her over, so she’s supine on the table, legs dangling off. You take a quick moment to admire her: there’s a neatly-kept patch of ginger hair above her pussy, and a small ampersand tattooed on her right hip bone.

There’s an urgency to your movements as you unzip your pants and free your cock, and slide it into Amber’s slippery wet pussy. “Ohhhh fuck,” you moan. She feels so good, the wet heat of her enveloping your aching cock, and you slide in and out of her, faster and faster.

Amber moans in response to your movements, and she wraps her long, smooth legs around your waist, pulling you in closer, and she arches her back in pleasure. You piston in and out of her, and the wet sound of skin slapping skin fills the break room. Ash and Melanie watch on, enraptured.

“Fuck, John, you feel so good!” Amber’s voice is breathy and ****, and she rubs her clit eagerly. You feel her cunt clench around your cock as her second orgasm rocks through her, and it sends you over the edge. You pull out of her and spurt hot cum over Amber’s tea-stained dress.

You’re out of breath, but very satisfied. You lean in to give Amber a sloppy kiss, then straighten yourself up. Amber wiggles off the table, pulling up her underwear and tights. Her face is sweaty and flushed, and her once-elegant updo now looks more like an orange nest.

“That was good,” she says, breathlessly, then makes her way shakily to sit with Ash and Melanie.

“Good? That was adorable!” squeals Melanie. “So precious! I’m jealous!”

“Me too,” admits Ash, “I’ve even thought about dying my hair red just to get a taste of John!”

Eugh. The thought of fucking Ash--balding, overweight, and middle-aged Ash--makes you shudder. It’s certainly dampened your post-orgasm afterglow.

“I have to get back to work,” you say abruptly, and abscond out of the break room.

You rush back to your desk, where you’re pleased to see your computer is working normally again.

“Thanks,” you say to Ruby, gesturing to the computer, and she winks at you.

You’ve come twice today--hopefully all that sexual energy is out of your system and you can actually focus on this report. And you do focus: you sprint through figures, statistics, and bar charts, and manage to finish the report just in time for lunch.