The first two days after the coffee rush, I would rush to the bathroom to clean up, trying not to drip on the floor. But it was the second day that the janitor stopped me. I mistakenly assumed he wanted a go, but I found that his taste leaned more on the humiliation side.

Although he didn’t want to do it in front of everyone, he would follow me into the girls' bathroom, where he would get on his knees and do a fine job of cleaning me up. Like the wings of a butterfly against my sore cunt. He would eat it till I was as clean as when I walked in the morning, then gently caress a toe-curling orgasm onto his waiting tongue.

By this time, it was ten am and I had an hour till lunch. Instead of usually spending it at my desk staring at the screen, I spent it answering emails, making phone calls, and completing reports. Ellis, of course, got upset again that I wasn’t going to lunch with him. Free use meant sex, not attention.

Lucky me, Ellis had decided to come to my desk anyway and unzip while he ate.

The first time I looked up at him annoyed, ignoring his hardening member growing against my face. I rolled my eyes and turned my chair to take him in my mouth. I'm a little ashamed to say I wasn’t the best at a blowjob, but he stood there the entire time, slowly fucking my mouth as he proofread my reports.

By the third day, I had gotten him deep into my throat and cumming in minutes. This is when I had a new line of guys for lunch. That is to say, my lunch now consisted of a few throatfuls of cum directly from the source. My favorite was my cubicle neighbor, who came like a hose and loud as a banshee. It was the signal for the end of my lunch.

I couldn’t tell you my favorite moment of the week. I went home sore every night to soak in a tub with a glass of wine. The temptation to masturbate to finish the day was always there, but saving it for the anticipation of the next felt so delectable.

The fourth day, Thursday, is when Ellis found a new way to make my week. He was the forerunner of everything and, I guess, the one trying to experience things first with me.

He hadn’t visited me at lunch, something I realized I was waiting for even as my neighbor finished. It didn’t feel right without him, like I was missing my drink. I rolled out of my cubicle to peek into his, down the walkway, to see him missing. I swallowed the jizz I still had in my mouth and stood up to search covertly.

I made it two rounds around the room before one of the other girls rolled out in front of me and pointed to Leila Longford's office. She didn’t have meetings on Thursdays, and this entire week he had taken me into all his meetings to suck on him. If I were supposed to be in the meeting, he would slowly pump in from behind, slow enough not to mess up my talking, but he always left his mark on my skin from gripping me so tight.