Heavy Sleepers

Chapter 3

"Hello, you're speaking to Aria Warden. Before we begin this call, would it be okay if this is recorded for peak costumer satisfaction in the future?" I said in my most efficient telemarketer voice. Most of the day consisted of old men and women calling me on how to work their new appliances. Other days was full of me having to repeat over and over yes, satisfaction guaranteed or your money back.

A long pause and an uncomfortable silence followed. Before I could repeat the question, my actions were interrupted. Like the person on the other side of the phone was waiting for how the call played out.

"That won't be necessary. I'm here to set up an appointment." A velvety tone answered back. I twiddled with a curl in one hand and adjusted my clothes - readying myself so I wouldn't make a fool outta myself. The voice made my skin tingle down my neck. Raising the hairs down my back, and absorbing me into the meaningless conversation.

"I'm sorry sir. You called the wrong number. I am the appliance help department. You need to call the business secretary." I smiled down at myself, happy I didn't stumble over my words like the little kid I felt like in my head.

"Actually, I'm here to set up a meeting with you." I paused before I answered. I slid my rolling chair out to look around my cubicle to make sure no one was watching me.

Quieting my voice, I spoke into the phone softly. Some of my looser curls falling over my eyes. "Umm, what is this meeting about." I focused on the way my thighs flattened down on the chair making them look thicker. I rubbed them to warm them up, but to also try and settle my nerves.

The voice chuckled at me though. Probably laughing at my change of tone. "I would like if you would work for me. You seem to have some really good assets that'd I'd like to assess personally." He said so casually, but it made my relaxed thighs squeeze tighter. The way he enunciated every word into my ear made my spine shiver. It made me think about... my dream.... and if I could remember his voice, he'd sound like this. At least, I wanted him to sound like this.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't apply to any jobs at the moment."

"You are Mrs. Warden correct?" He chuckled a little again. I hummed a mmmhmmm into the phone. "Then I'm looking for you. I see you get off at around 5 today. I will email you then the information about our meeting and what the job entails."

"Sir, I'm not sure this is appropriate to look at my personal matters and tell me this when I'm currently working." I said in a dismissive tone. I was ready to hang up until he seemed even more amused.

"I think my advances are very appropriate for the amount that I want you." How nonchalantly he said that made me curse at myself for taking his comment in such a sexual way. Maybe Loren was right that I needed some release of this sexual frustration.

I only answered in a curt goodbye- trying so hard to not count down the minutes.
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I was bent forward over my couch. My knees rested on the floor while my boobs pressed into the cushions. I realized I was in doggy style until it was too late. I couldn't see the man behind me but I felt how my body reacted
when he plunged his hard on into me.

A small puddle of my tears and saliva was in front of me, and later I'd probably be ashamed of how I was taking this dick. My mouth was wide open. Moaning with my tongue out like a slut with my eyes watching my hands ball up in fists.

"I hope your neighbours here you moaning while taking this dick. You always thought you were so innocent, didn't you Aidona?" Almost as if he were trying to emphasize his point, he stuck his fingers into my mouth. A rough suck was stated behind me and all I wanted to do was do what he wanted. He must have liked me sucking and backing into him because he'd reduce the pace every once in awhile and let out low cursed under his breath.

"You were never this fucking slutty in the past. You must of missed me." The sound of our skin slapping made me know that I was dripping all over the floor. My pussy was aching, and wet beads from my throbbing holes were leaking down my thighs.

"Fuck." Was all I could retort back to his degrading words. "Say my name Aidona." He thrusted into me as if he were angry. Fucking me like he hated me. With two large hands, he grabbed the fatty part of my hips and brought me up to his persistent pounding. He made me feel weightless while doing this and he hit perfectly on my g-spot in doing so. I felt my body quiver.

"Ask me if you're allowed to cum."

"Please." I yelled whipping my head back in agony.

"Please what..." He taunted me in my state.

"Please...." I stopped to moaning heavier. "Please let me cum..."

"What's my name."

"Zakriohl."
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I woke up. I felt how soaked my underwear was, and I cursed at myself.
However the dream reminded me that I forgot to check my email after my work. Even if I didn't want or need the job, I did need to put a face to that voice.