Debs – Overtime

Debs watched Richard as he walked down the office, his three piece suit making him look dapper and cultured, a welcome change she thought from his normal scruffy jeans and t-shirt.

“Afternoon handsome, your a bit overdressed for a quick stocktake” She told him, admiring the cut of his trousers which moved at his groin in way that intrigued her, something was swinging by his left thigh as he walked towards her, something she knew all too well was bound to please.

“Just had an interview, so needed to impress” He told her as he strode up to her, placing one finger under her chin, lifting her face to point towards his. “Anyway you’re a fine one to talk, that’s a very formal outfit, have youa lso been looking for a new job”

Debs looked into his brown eyes and replied “No we’ve had County in, checking that the dottings and crossings. “Thought I would dress like the librarian they expect me to be”.

Her wool skirt suit was Chanel Style, with a round neck and knee-length skirt ensuring little skin was on show. As he looked down her body she undid the four buttons on the jacket allowing it to fall open to reveal a silk camisole top with a lace trim. His hands lifted this, stroking up her sides before moving across to her shapely breasts that were otherwise bear, her nippled popped at the touch of his strong fingers.

Her hands moved down to his belt, expertly unfastening it quickly before swiftly undoing his trousers, she had some experience with his suit and soon he was stood before her bare legged with his trousers bunched up around his feet. She had been right she saw, he had gone commando today and his cock hung heavily from his groin. Her hands soon found this and worked to improve his growing erection. She could feel him warm rod of flesh swelling in her hands and Debs grinned as she felt Richard’s response to her touch, the familiar weight of him in her hands stirring a thrill she never tired of. The office was quiet, the stockroom door slightly ajar, but the risk only fueled her excitement. She glanced up at him, his brown eyes darkening with desire, and gave him a teasing squeeze. “Interview must’ve gone well if you’re this relaxed,” she murmured, her voice low and playful.

Richard let out a soft groan, his hands tightening briefly on her shoulders before sliding down to cup her breasts again, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the silk. “Well enough,” he managed, his breath hitching as she worked him with practiced ease. “But this—this is the real test of the day.” He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear. “You’re making it hard to focus on stocktake, Debs.”

He shifted his hips slightly, giving her better access, and glanced toward the door. “Hope County’s not planning a surprise return visit,” he added, though his tone suggested he didn’t much care if they did.

“Oh, let them come,” Debs replied with a wicked chuckle, her hands moving faster now, coaxing him to full hardness. She dropped to her knees, the wool of her skirt stretching slightly as she settled in front of him. The sight of his cock, thick and ready, made her mouth water. She looked up at him through her lashes, enjoying the way his jaw tightened as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin. “They’d just get a lesson in multitasking.”

Without breaking eye contact, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him as she began to move. The taste of him, the heat, the slight saltiness—it was intoxicating. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she set a rhythm, slow at first, then building as his breathing grew ragged.

Richard’s head tipped back, a low curse slipping from his lips as Debs worked her magic. His hands found her hair, fingers threading through the strands, not guiding but simply holding on as she took him deeper. The contrast of her prim librarian outfit and the wild, hungry way she devoured him sent a jolt through him. He’d always known Debs was a firecracker beneath her cool exterior, but this—right here in the stockroom—was a new level of bold.

“Christ, Debs,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re gonna ruin me for suits.” His hips twitched involuntarily, and he forced himself to stay still, letting her control the pace. The distant hum of the office phones and the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside barely registered—he was lost in her.

Debs hummed around him, the vibration drawing another groan from Richard as she picked up her pace. She loved this—the power, the intimacy, the way he unraveled under her touch. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took him deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. One hand slipped between his legs, teasing his balls lightly, and she felt him tense, a sure sign he was close.

Pulling back just enough to catch her breath, she grinned up at him, lips slick and eyes gleaming. “Stocktake can wait,” she said huskily. “I’ve got a more pressing job to finish.” Before he could respond, she dove back in, determined to push him over the edge.

Richard’s grip tightened in her hair as the pleasure built to a breaking point. “Debs—fuck—” he gasped, his control slipping. Her mouth was relentless, hot and perfect, and that final tease of her fingers sent him spiraling. His hips jerked, and he came hard, a guttural sound escaping him as he spilled into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, taking it all with a skill that left him trembling.

When she finally released him, he leaned back against a shelf, panting, his suit jacket askew and trousers still pooled around his ankles. “You’re a menace,” he said, half-laughing, half-dazed, as he reached down to help her up.

Debs rose gracefully, wiping the corner of her mouth with a smug little smirk. “And you love it,” she shot back, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her jacket as if nothing had happened. She stepped closer, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to his lips before stepping back to admire her handiwork. Richard looked thoroughly debauched—hair mussed, tie crooked, and a flush on his cheeks that made him even more handsome.

“Better fix yourself up, handsome,” she said, nodding at his disheveled state. “Wouldn’t want the boss walking in and seeing you like this.” She turned to saunter back toward the stockroom door, tossing over her shoulder, “I’ll start on the inventory. You catch your breath.”

Richard shook his head, still catching his breath as he bent to pull up his trousers. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Debs,” he called after her, fastening his belt with shaky hands. He straightened his tie and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of the polished look he’d walked in with. But the grin on his face wouldn’t fade—he felt alive, electric, and damn if Debs didn’t know how to make a mundane day unforgettable.

He followed her out of the stockroom a moment later, suit intact but spirit decidedly ruffled. “Right,” he said, grabbing a clipboard from the counter. “Stocktake. Let’s see if I can count straight after that.”

Debs glanced back at him, her laugh bright and unapologetic. “I’d say you’ve already handled the hardest part of the day,” she quipped, picking up a scanner and starting on the first aisle. The air between them buzzed with a shared secret, a little spark of chaos in the otherwise orderly office. She didn’t know if his interview had landed him a new job, but one thing was certain—working with Richard was never going to be dull.

As they moved through the shelves, trading playful jabs and stolen glances, the stocktake became less a chore and more an extension of their game. For Debs, it was the perfect end to a day that had started with County’s scrutiny and ended with a taste of something far more satisfying.