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come, and it isn't Peter James.” With that, she
took his cock into her mouth.
    Frank held his
breath for a few seconds, worried he might call out. Betty gave
head better than any girl he had ever been with. She did something
with her tongue (he had no idea what) while she sucked him in and
out of her mouth. It was fantastic, but always made him want to
shoot his load. It took him all his will power not to come within
the first few seconds. It didn't help that she had one hand on his
balls, and the other on his arse hole.
    Betty loved to
play with his balls while giving head. She could tell the impact
she had on him by the way his shaft throbbed in her mouth. She
liked to mix it up a bit, so she sucked his cock for a while, and
then allowed it to slip from her mouth, so she could lick the full
length of the shaft. Her finger teased his arse hole causing his
pelvis to push forward.
     
    After several
minutes of her best oral attention, she sensed he was approaching
his climax. The office had recently been refurbished, and the new
black carpet was not the place to drip cum – not unless she wanted
to give the cleaners something to talk about. She didn't really
want it all over her blouse or skirt either, so that left only one
option – not that she was complaining. Betty had never been a
spitter – she had always thought it seemed rather rude. If a man
was good enough to deposit his cum in her mouth, the very least she
could do was to swallow it.
    People were
starting to filter back into the office. There was still fifteen
minutes until the end of the lunch hour. Frank had a meeting
scheduled in his office at two o' clock. He said a silent prayer
that the others didn't decide to turn up early. The staff in the
cubicles closest to his office were no more than ten metres away.
He’d been given a few strange looks in the last few minutes. They
must have wondered why on earth he was spending so much time just
staring out into the office. They had probably noticed the strange
expression on his face.
    As soon as the
familiar pressure began to build up in his balls, he grabbed
Betty's head, and pressed her mouth deep onto his cock. As he came,
he saw Alan Rogers walk into the main office.
    “Oh shit!” Alan
Rogers was one of the people attending the two o' clock
meeting.
    Betty still had
Frank’s cock deep in her mouth. Alan Rogers was walking across the
room as Frank shot the last of his load.
    “Quick. Alan
Rogers is coming.”
    “I'm not
swallowing his,” Betty laughed.
    Frank wasn't
amused. He bent down to pull up his boxers and trousers. Betty was
still on her knees, her tits on parade.
    Alan Rogers
turned to his left. Peter James had collared him. Frank gave a sigh
of relief, and made a silent promise never to moan about Peter
again. Betty pulled her bra back over her breasts, fastened her
blouse, and scrambled to her feet.
    “See you
later,” she said as she walked out of his office - nonchalant as
you like.

Book 3: Part 2
     
    “Where were you
at lunch?” Julie asked. Betty and her were working on the same
campaign.
    “I stayed in
the office.”
    “You should
have come to The Candle. Roy was in there. He had been expecting
Frank, but he didn't show up. Why on earth would you stay in at
lunch? You'll go stir crazy stuck in here all day.”
    “There was
something I needed to get my head around. I figured lunch time
would probably be the best time to do it.”
    “Did you get it
sorted?”
    “Only
just.”
    “Did you get
anything to eat?”
    Before she
could answer, the telephone on her desk rang.
     
    “Betty?” It was
Roy.
    “Hi.”
    “Where were you
at lunch? Julie thought you were coming to The Candle.”
     
    How on Earth
had she got herself into this mess? Betty had screwed up before,
but this one took the biscuit.
     
    It was almost
nine months since she had first met Roy and Frank. She remembered
because it had been her first day in her new job – Marketing
Assistant at MailDay. Julie, her