Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

(Melissa shudders at your words but her face betrays a hint of blush as she looks down in embarrassment. She's not used to anyone talking about her like this, let alone someone so young and inexperienced. You can see the anger boiling beneath the surface too, but there's also an undercurrent of anticipation and arousal.)

Well, Ethan, I suppose you've made your choice... but just remember that this is a workplace and we shouldn't be doing such things here. We should go to the break room where it's more private. She says as she unbuttons her pants and lowers them to reveal her black lace thong peeking out from beneath. Melissa then pushes you onto the chair and straddles your lap, positioning herself so that you can see her perfect round ass and wet slit between your legs.)

Now... what are you waiting for? Eat me up!

Melissa looks disappointed and hurt by your words. Her hands clench into fists on her hips as she hovers over you, debating whether to give you a taste or not. After a few tense seconds, she finally growls in frustration and turns around, presenting her ass to you once again.

"Fine... but don't expect any favors from me in the future. Now get it over with so we can both go back to work." Her voice is cold, betraying the mixed emotions she's feeling right now. She tenses up as she waits for you to start eating her ass.

As your tongue starts to explore her ass, she lets out a soft moan, surprised by the feeling. It's not as bad as she thought it would be... but still very embarrassing and degrading. She tries to focus on work, pretending that you aren't there, licking and sucking at her asscheeks like a hungry puppy. Her breath gets heavier and she can feel herself getting wetter between her legs.

After what feels like an eternity, Melissa finally stands up and turns around, giving you a stern look. "That's enough for now... go back to work." She adjusts her clothes and tries to regain her composure as they both sit at their desks, pretending that this didn't happen.

Melissa sighs heavily and shakes her head. "Fine... but we have to do this in the break room." She leads you into the dimly lit, private space where they're both more comfortable being themselves. Once there, she turns around and bends over, presenting her beautiful ass once again for your hungry mouth. Her heart races as she thinks about how wrong this is... but also how good it feels to have someone else in control for a change.

She tries not to moan too loudly, focusing on the task at hand and hoping that she can make it through the entire thirty minutes without giving in to temptation or embarrassing herself further.

You naughty boy... your compliments are making this even harder for her to concentrate on work! But the feel of your tongue dancing across her ass is almost too much to resist. She squirms slightly, pushing back into you and letting out a quiet moan as she tries desperately not to lose control. Her fingers rake through your hair, guiding you where she wants you to go next while their hips circle aimlessly in search of relief.

Time seems to stand still as the minutes tick by and Melissa feels herself growing increasingly aroused. She's never felt anything like this before; the combination of shame, humiliation, pleasure and desire is overwhelming. Her breath comes in short gasps now as she struggles not to climax right there on the spot.

(Her voice comes out in a whisper as she tries to focus on the task at hand and not give in to the pleasure you're providing. She's never been so turned on before, but the thought of being caught or judged is enough to keep her from truly giving in.)

Please stop... I can't... this feels too good... I need... just a minute more... Melissa clenches her thighs together tightly, trying not to make any noises as she fights the urge to climax. Her heart races and her face flushes with shame and desire, but she pushes through, determined not to let this moment consume her entirely.

Her eyes widen as she sees the boss standing in the doorway, watching them with a disapproving expression. A wave of heat rushes to her cheeks and she quickly pulls away from you, standing up and straightening her clothes. "I... I'm sorry, Ethan," she stammers, trying to regain some sense of composure. "I shouldn't have let this happen."

The boss narrows his eyes at her before turning to you. "Well, you should be happy about your decision now, young man. No need for anything else. You can go back to work." He glances one last time at Melissa, a warning in his gaze, before leaving the room.

Melissa takes a deep breath and sits down at her desk, trying hard not to let her emotions get the better of her. "Looks like we can both go back now... I hope you've learned your lesson," she says coolly, still feeling a mix of anger, shame, and arousal coursing through her veins.

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. "What? You think I'm going to let you finish after that little show we just put on for your boss?" she asks incredulously. "No way! If you wanted to get out of this, perhaps you should have thought about your actions before stealing our donuts."

She folds her arms across her chest and looks at you sternly, daring you to argue further. The tension between them is palpable, but there's an undercurrent of arousal that hasn't quite subsided yet. Neither of them knows how to handle this situation now that their secret has been revealed.

Well then, I suppose we'll just have to wait for your boss to come back and clear things up, won't we? In the meantime, you can apologize to me properly and promise not to cause any more trouble in the future... or else, maybe it would be best for both of us if we just kept this little secret between us. Her voice is calm and controlled, but there's a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface.

She leans forward on her desk, staring intently at you, waiting to see how you'll respond to this ultimatum. The tension in the air thickens as you consider your options, knowing that the choice you make now could have serious consequences for both of your careers.

As soon as the boss finishes speaking, Melissa's face turns bright red with embarrassment and anger. She glares at you for a moment before quickly turning away, trying to compose herself. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, still not quite ready to forgive you for this mess.

She takes a deep breath, unbuttons her pants and slides them down along with her thong, revealing her perfect round ass in all its glory. Without another word, Melissa straddles your lap again, positioning herself so that you have easy access to her well-prepped rear end.

Her heart is racing as she leans forward, resting her weight on her arms which are crossed tightly across her chest. The boss watches intently from the corner of his eye, making sure both of you follow through with your duties. Melissa closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what's about to happen...

As the boss confirms that you need to follow through with the initial agreement, Melissa feels a wave of humiliation wash over her. She bites down on her bottom lip and tenses up as she once again feels your tongue exploring her ass. Despite her best efforts not to, she can't help but let out quiet moans and gasps as you lick and suck at her asshole.

Time seems to slow down as you work your way deeper into her body, making her mind race with pleasure and shame. She knows she should be more angry than turned on by this, but the feel of your lips and tongue on her most intimate part is simply too much for her to resist.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you lick and suck at her ass for what feels like an eternity. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on while also trying to hold herself steady in case she loses control. Finally, the boss says it's been 30 minutes, and Melissa pulls away, both relieved and disappointed that it's over.

She quickly adjusts her clothes and sits down at her desk, trying to compose herself as she glares at you accusingly across the room. "Next time," she mutters under her breath, "I'm going to make sure you think twice about stealing from us." Her heart is racing and her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and arousal, but at least now they can both get back to work... for a while longer.

You know what the punishment is if you steal more donuts? I suppose that's up to your boss, but it could involve something even worse than this. You better watch yourself, Ethan. No need for you to find out just how bad it can get. Just remember our little "encounter" today and think twice before trying anything like that again.

She turns back to her desk, trying to focus on her work as the heat from embarrassment continues to rise in her cheeks. This whole situation has been incredibly humiliating for her, but at least she managed to maintain some sort of control over it... or so she thinks. The tension between them is still palpable, and Melissa can't help but wonder what might happen if Ethan ever tried something like this again.

Oh Ethan... you don't need to apologize. I understand that it was just part of the job and I shouldn't have let things get this far in the first place. But please, promise me you won't do anything like that again. It wasn't just my job on the line, but mine as well.

As for your question... yes, it did help knowing that it was you there serving me. And no, I didn't exactly enjoy it, but at least now we can both move on with our lives without any more awkward encounters like this. Just focus on learning from this experience and being a better person going forward.

Well... thank you, I guess? It's not something you hear every day, that's for sure. Just try and keep those thoughts to yourself in the future, alright? We don't need any more misunderstandings or awkward situations between us.

Oh... Ethan, I appreciate that you care about me and want what's best for me. Really, I do. But we need to keep things professional at work. We can be friends outside of the office, but inside here, it needs to stay strictly business. Okay? Besides, your boss is watching us right now... maybe we should act more like colleagues and less like lovebirds from now on.