It was another depressing morning for Roger Jones. He had got the bus, like he did every weekday morning, at 8:25am; a cool breeze running over his closely shaved head as he stepped on. Ten minutes weaving around housing estates, then onto a main road and at the end was his stop - off he got, a two minute walk around the corner, through the gates to his office block, up five flights of stairs (good to get a bit of exercise in the morning, he always thought), through the main office (past the secretary who gives him the same vacant glance every day) and into his IT lab.
Just another boring morning, the same as yesterday and the same as the day after, days amalgamating into one mass of office furniture, banal chit-chat and meaningless tasks.
He sat down and turned on his screens - he had five, one for emails and documents and four for monitoring employee's workstations for inappropriate behaviour. Roger had a little-liked job - if someone was spending too much time on Facebook, or looking at something they probably shouldn't in work, he had to tell the boss; presenting a document of the offending material, the times, and the frequency. A bit of a tellltale, in other words... not to mention a spoilsport. Hard to remain on good terms with the bloke you'd reported for watching YouTube videos when he should have been accounting; so Roger kept himself to himself for the most part.
He noticed something different this time around - terminal 7, which had been vacant since Steve left the company about two months previously, was active. A new recruit, he thought to himself. Just another office droid for me to mollycoddle thorough the intricacies of Entourage, he thought; sighed, opened his email and quickly left to get some coffee.
While crossing though to the kitchen, he took a detour to satisfy his idle curisoity about the new recruit. To his surprise, instead of the mindless 30 somethings he was mostly babysitting, the newest member of the office was a slim, long-haired brunette. She couldn't be very long out of college, thought Roger. Still green, he said to himself, and promptly forgot about her as he debated whether or not to have a muffin with his coffee.
Morning came and went, and come 2pm he went back to the canteen. Roger preferred to have lunch at 2pm - 'less interaction with the proles', he'd qip to his mates in the pub. Small talk and idle gossip did little to entertain him, so he usually sat alone with a book. As he slurped today's special soup (of indeterminate flavour), he became aware of a presence across the table... the new girl was sat opposite, equally engrossed in her soup.
Studiously avoiding her, he buried his nose further in the book.
"Ahem", she said, eventually.
Roger rolled his eyes behind his paperback and fixed a smile to his face before looking up. "Oh, hi. I take it you're the new girl upstairs?"
"I am, I just started today. I'm a little lost, to be honest, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing and I'm not sure the boss is a big fan of me so far..."
"Oh, don't worry about that," said Roger, "He's always the same. He gets a little friendlier but not much. I'm Roger, by the way, I'm in IT."
"And I'm Amy, I think I saw you walk past my desk earlier on your way to the kitchen."
Roger coughed. "Uh, yeah, I think I might have noticed you. Well, nice talking to you but I have to run, if you need anything you know where my office is."
Amy looked a little flustered and stared down at her soup, as Roger got up and walked purposefully away.
Nice girl, thought Roger to himself... a bit too nice. The usual shy, boring nice girl; looking for a nice, normal, relationship and to get married at 25. Except this one looks like she has great big tits under that blouse, he grinned to himself. It had been a good three months since that drunken one night stand - in fact, thinks Roger, I haven't been having a good year with the women. Since he broke up with his last (nice, normal, boring) girlfriend in August, pickings had been slim. A few drunken one night stands and one half-shot at a relationship had made Roger pretty frustrated. Every couple he saw walking past on the street felt like a punch to the stomach, he didn't even like watching porn online anymore as it just reminded him of the monotony he was living in.
Come the late afternoon (and a few more mugs of coffee), and people were starting to leave. Roger was doing a few last checks for the evening, as he noticed that one of the drones was still beavering away. Terminal 7 - Amy. Must be trying to impress the boss by working late on her first day, he mused. He idly opened the screen up to fill his second monitor to see what she was up to - surfing the web, it seems. On her own time, at least, he thought; but his bemusment turned to shock as he saw just exactly what she was looking at. Redtube.com?! Fuck! thought Roger, that's fucking hot! Why would she watch that in work? Disbelieving, he brought up the video that Amy was watching - a hardcore facefucking flick, seriously hot, and more than a little bit nasty. The starlet in the video was gagging, whimpering and loving every second of having the stud's porn-sized cock rammed down her throat - and Roger couldn't help but be turned on. He hadn't looked at porn in over a month, and here was his favourite scenario, delivered straight to his work monitor - immediately his cock began tingling in his pants.
He checked his office door. Closed. Nobody would be around at this hour anyway, everyone else had gone home... Fuck it, he muttered under his breath. He quickly undid his belt buckle and released his already throbbing 8-inch cock from his boxers and began beating off, immersed in the thought of fucking the hot slut in the video.
Roger quickly felt a wave of pleasure coming from the very base of his cock, under his balls and expanding out further, up his spine in one direction to his chest and to the tip of his cock. He came, hard and intense, shooting his load under his desk while he gripped his cock firm and tight.
He collapsed back onto his swivel chair, breathing heavily and still holding his pulsating member in his right hand. Eventually he let go, put his cock back in his pants and thought up a little plan to startle the girl who'd led him to the video. Seems there was a little more to this particular office girl... watching porn on her first day? The boss might fire her if he hears a bad word against her on day one, right? Right.
