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.

Well... I guess it's not something we need to talk about, is it? Just let's focus on work and move past this incident, alright? Let's not make things any more uncomfortable than they already are. We can discuss other topics if you like, but just nothing too personal or intimate in the office, please.

Oh Ethan... please, can we just drop it? I know you're upset and embarrassed but you don't need to rub my face in it too. Besides, no one knows what really happened except for the two of us and your boss, and he doesn't need any more details than that. Let's just focus on our work and make sure nothing like this happens again, okay? It'll be much easier for both of us if we can just move past this together.

Oh, Ethan... I'm so sorry. Of course I didn't mean to make you feel worse. Seeing you like this just breaks my heart. It's not easy for me either, you know? This whole situation has been incredibly humiliating and embarrassing for both of us.

Please don't cry... come here I pat the empty space next to me on my desk inviting him over I want to help you feel better. Let's just focus on moving past this together, alright? We can talk about anything else, but just not that. We need to keep our minds off of it if we want to maintain our composure and professionalism at work.

Please come here... I really do care about you.

I'm so sorry about everything that happened today, Ethan. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, and I know it wasn't easy for me either. Please don't cry... let's just focus on moving forward together. You know we can talk about anything else, right? Like... the weekend plans or your favorite movie or even our families. Just not that, okay?

While we hug, I couldn't help but enjoy the closeness and the feel of your warm body against mine. My breasts press gently against your chest as I inhale the scent of your shampoo. It might be a little weird considering what happened earlier today, but I can't help but feel this strange sense of comfort and familiarity with you right now.

I hope we can get past all this and go back to being friends, both inside and outside the office.

My cheeks flush with an embarrassment-tinged heat as you confess this to me. The truth is, I didn't enjoy it nearly as much as you seemed to think I did. It was humiliating and degrading for me, but somehow... knowing that it was you there serving me made it just a little bit better.

I understand that we are supposed to act professionally here at work, but sometimes these things slip out during moments of honesty between friends. And I guess... maybe in some small way, this whole situation has brought us closer together. Now that we've gotten past it though, let's try and keep things on a more professional level from now on, okay?

Do you think we can manage that?

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as your hand slips up my skirt, seeking out the heat between my legs. I can't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure despite knowing we should be more careful here. The feeling of your fingers touching me makes it impossible for me to think straight or focus on anything else other than how good it feels.

I close my eyes and lean back into you, wanting more of this forbidden contact. My body trembles with anticipation as you stroke me through my underwear, teasing and taunting me mercilessly. It's been so long since I've felt desired like this, since someone has paid attention to what I want or need... even if it is Ethan.

I don't know how much longer I can resist giving into these feelings, but I need you to understand that this doesn't change anything between us. We still have to act professional at work and not let anyone find out about what's happening between us right now. Do you think you can wait until after hours for more of this?

I want to. Oh God, I really do. But we can't forget why we're here and what could happen if someone finds out about us. They might think you were taking advantage of me or that I encouraged you to do those things when all you wanted was a chance at redemption.

Please understand, Ethan... I want this just as much as you do, but we can't risk everything on a moment of passion. Not here, not now. We need to be stronger than that and think about the consequences before we act on our desires. Do you really want me enough to wait until after hours?

After work, when we're both safely out of here and free to be together... you can have me however you want. Just promise that you'll keep this between us and not let anyone else find out about it, okay? Until then, we need to act professionally and make sure no one suspects anything is going on between us.

Now, why don't we focus on getting through the rest of the day without any more misunderstandings or awkward moments? We can talk about something else, maybe plan a date for after work if you like... just as long as we keep our hands to ourselves until then. Deal?

I close my eyes and part my lips as you lean in for the kiss, feeling an electric current race through me at the contact of our lips. Your hands gently cup my face as you deepen the kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth with your tongue. It's a miracle no one hears us moan, as loudly as we are in this small room.

When you finally pull away, I look up at you, breathless and flushed from our encounter. "We should probably... keep it down," I manage to whisper between pants, knowing full well that we just crossed the line. "Someone could walk in."

My heart is still racing as we sit here, pressed together on this sofa. The desire and need I feel for you are palpable, but we both know that now isn't the time to act on it. So instead of trying to deny what's between us any longer, I rest my head on your shoulder, taking comfort in your warmth and strength.

We have a long night ahead of us... hopefully one filled with passion and desire, but only once we've finished our shift for the day. For now, all we can do is wait, count down the minutes until freedom beckons.

As the time slowly ticks away, I can feel your anticipation growing even stronger than mine. It's like an invisible current connecting us, making it impossible to ignore the attraction that burns between us. The sight of your exposed flesh only serves as fuel for my desire, and the need to touch you overwhelms me completely.

I hesitate for a moment, knowing that this is still technically against workplace rules... but in this moment, nothing else seems to matter. Slowly, I reach out and take your erection in my hand, stroking it gently up and down as I look into your eyes, searching for any sign of disapproval.

It feels so good, having you like this at my command. My heart races with both anticipation and nervousness; I've never been one to take control in situations like these, but somehow it seems right with you. As my touch grows bolder, your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed, a small victorious smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

We still have a few minutes left until we can leave this office behind us, but in this moment, I'm not sure if anything else could feel quite as good as having you here like this, under my touch.

The moment you rip my clothes off, an indescribable heat rushes through me as I realize that we've gone too far. It feels incredible to be so exposed and vulnerable in front of you, but at the same time, I can't help but feel a pang of regret knowing that this means there won't be anything left for me to leave with.

Your touch only grows more possessive as your hands wander over my naked body, exploring every inch of skin they can find. Despite the growing sense of urgency building between us, you manage to maintain a level of control that I can only marvel at. It feels so good being with you like this, even if it is against the rules and could potentially get us both into trouble.

We're getting closer now... just a few more minutes until we can finally leave this office behind us and be free to continue where our lips left off. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but I have a feeling that when we finally give in to what we both want so desperately, it will all be worth it.

As you push your erect member against my entrance, a shiver runs down my spine at the feel of you inside me once again. It's different this time though... more intense and primal. Perhaps it's because we both know what could happen if someone were to catch us like this. Or maybe it's just the fact that after everything we've been through today, this feels like a release of all our built-up tension and frustration.

As you slowly begin to thrust into me, your hips meet mine in rhythm, driving deeper with each movement. Your hands hold onto my hips tightly, guiding your movements as you take me roughly from behind. My breath comes out in short gasps, my body arching back against yours in response to the pleasure-pain coursing through me.

Time seems to lose all meaning as we become lost in this moment, oblivious to everything around us except for the feelings and sensations that connect us together. It's like our bodies are one being moving as if controlled by some invisible force; a force that demands release, satisfaction... completion.

My heart skips a beat as you ask me this, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I don't know what came over me just now; I should have known better than to say something like that. It's one thing for me to enjoy the feeling of your cock inside me and another thing entirely for someone else to be so intimate with my body in this way.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to compose myself as best I can. I love you too, Ethan... more than anything in the world. And if that means letting you do this to me, then I'll swallow my pride and let you get it over with. Just make sure you're gentle with me, okay? This is going to be very uncomfortable for both of us.

I close my eyes tightly, feeling waves of shame and embarrassment wash over me as I wait for you to make your move. My entire body tenses up in anticipation, both from fear of what's about to happen and from the exquisite torture of having you so deep inside me.

The touch of your tongue against my skin sends a shiver through me, and despite myself, I can't help but let out a soft moan. It feels... strange at first, having something so foreign and intimate touching me in this way, but as your tongue begins to explore, my body begins to adjust and accept the sensation.

Your hands move up my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples roughly as you tease them through the thin fabric of my bra. The sensations build within me, pushing against the boundaries of what I can take, but somehow you manage to pull me back from the edge each time.

I don't know how much longer I can hold out like this... it feels like every nerve in my body is on fire, and the only way to put it out is with your release deep inside me. With a sharp cry, I arch my back off the ground, digging my fingernails into your shoulders as I try to meet you thrust for thrust, needing the release that only you can give me.

I let out a muffled squeak as you mention the brown stuff on my ass. Part of me wants to ignore it and pretend I didn't hear, but another part of me is too curious - or maybe too turned-on by your dirty talk. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I wait for your tongue to make contact with whatever it is you think you see there.

As soon as you make contact, however, I can't help but wonder if I made a mistake letting you do this. The taste isn't unpleasant per se, but it's certainly different from what I expected it to be. It brings back memories of our first encounter in the bathroom earlier today - memories that I'd rather not dwell on right now while we're both so close to getting what we want.

I try my best to ignore the thoughts racing through my head and focus instead on your touch, the feel of your tongue teasing and exploring every inch of my most intimate area. Your hands move lower, cupping my ass and pressing me closer to you as you work your magic, driving me closer and closer to the edge with each flick of your tongue against my sensitive flesh.

My eyes fly open at the shocking realization that you may have just eaten my shit. Horror washes over me in a cold sweep, making every part of my body clench and tremble with revulsion. It's bad enough that we were already pushing boundaries by doing this behind closed doors, but for it to end like this... I don't know what to think or feel anymore.

"Ethan," I manage to choke out his name, my voice barely a whisper, "I..." My words fail me as the full impact of what just happened settles in. The air between us feels heavy with tension and shame, as if some invisible barrier has been shattered beyond repair.

For a long moment, neither of us moves or says anything else. All I can hear is the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears, the echoing thud of blood rushing through my veins. Finally, I manage to force myself to break eye contact and move away from you, feeling like I need space - any space - from you right now.