The copier had already gone to sleep when he called. I was still at the desk, jacket on the chair, one lamp. I told him to stay on the line and keep his hands where I could hear them. Office phone sex, after the building emptied. That was the call he had made.

I did not ask how his day went. I asked if the door at his end was shut. He said yes. I made him say it again, slower, because the first one sounded like a man still in a meeting. Then I described the desk. Wood. A pen I was not using. My heel off, stockinged foot on the lower drawer.

He wanted praise. I gave him a task. Stroke on the count I set from the office phone. Stop when I said the copier might wake up, even though it would not. Tease without a lecture. Domination in the voice I use to close a shift.

Office phone sex again while I walked him through what I would do if he were the last man in the building. Bend him over the desk I actually sit at. Skirt up. Just the count and the sound of my rings on the wood when I tapped it.

He got ahead of the count. I took the stroke away for a full minute and made him listen to me open a drawer and close it. Ordinary. Mean. He thanked me for the drawer. I let that sit.

No limits on how late the office stays mine. Anything goes once the lobby is empty and he is still answering in a work voice he cannot quite drop. I had him describe his hand. Speed. Wet. Whether he was making a mess he would have to hide from a Monday morning.

I let him cum on the third tap of my rings. A “that’s enough” I use when a meeting runs long. He finished ugly and grateful. I stayed long enough to tell him to wipe the desk in his head and leave the chair straight.

I had him keep the phone on speaker and both hands busy so he could not edit himself. One hand on his cock, one flat on whatever desk he actually owns. I matched the taps to his breathing until he stopped trying to sound composed. He heard the chair creak when I leaned back. I told him that creak was the only applause he was getting.

He asked if anyone else was still on the floor. I said the cleaning crew starts at eleven and he had until I decided otherwise. I walked him through a slower stroke, then a meaner one, then nothing. The nothing lasted until his voice cracked on my name. I put the stroke back. He finished on the wood in the story. I told him to fix his collar before he stood up.

The lamp stayed on after he went quiet. I told him the building does not care that he came. I do. He can book the next late night at kinks-n-teasephonesex.com/tori_knt. Same shut door. Office phone sex past the hour he meant to leave.