Working Remotely Ch 04

The demise of Marcus's promising future flashed before his eyes. He was pretty sure he was finished at Del Corp because someone had downloaded into the blonde drone he'd requisitioned for his office, and this mystery person had heard his entire discussion with his pet project, Riley Harper. This person was now privy to the fact that Riley was married, which was in direct conflict with one of Del Corp's major policies for recruitment. He regretted not letting Riley go the second he knew. But he'd been so smitten by her good looks and bubbly personality, he'd wanted to keep her. So he'd hid her from the board, and now it was all over. He'd be fired, or killed. He wasn't exactly sure of the protocol when it came to this kind of deceitfulness towards a company that can brainwash minds and download into bodies.

But...when had this random blonde drone he'd summoned been taken over? He'd never heard the telltale 'Uploading' cadence that the remote workers spoke during the log in process. That would mean...the person had logged into this worker prior to entering his office. Then they'd pretended to be in free use mode, and given him a stellar blowjob while he talked to Riley.

There was no way a board member would have done that. Marcus couldn't imagine any of those powerful men using this blonde's mouth to go down on him. They'd teased him before, sure, but to actually take his cock into one of their mouths, he doubted it. This had to be one of their professional sex workers.

Doris! Of course! That's why she'd made the dig about Riley being his favorite.

All this flashed through Marcus's mind in the few seconds that the blonde was tucking his limp dick back into his pants and carefully zipping him up.

Acting on his hunch, he wiped the look of shock off his face, and tried to gain control of the situation. "What can I do for you Doris?"

The wicked grin never left the attractive blonde's face as she said, "I came to see if I could find out why Riley Harper was still in review, and thought you might spill the beans if I visited you in this blonde bombshell's body. Turns out I was right." She finished buttoning his pants and patted his crotch. "Nice cock by the way."

She raised herself up and sat on his desk. In slow, purposed movements, she spread her legs and and put a foot on either side of his chair, giving him a great view. She began to finger herself boldly in front of him.

"Sucking dick, especially one as big as yours, always gets me worked up."

Marcus was unmoved by this lascivious display and muttered, "Please don't get my desk wet."

"Or else what, you'll kick me out," she chided as she stuck two fingers into her temporarily much younger pussy. "I don't think you want to do that, Marcus. Cause then I'd have to go to the board and tell them you've been knowingly hiding the fact that we have a married woman as one of our remote workers. That's putting the whole company in jeopardy. They'd fire you for that on the spot, or worse. You'd be amazed at what these nanites can do..."

A chill ran down Marcus's spine at Doris's threat. He steeled himself and did his best to show no weakness. "What do you want, you sneaky bitch?"

"I want a lot of things, Marcus," she drawled. She leaned forward and placed a firm hand on top of the team lead's head and pulled it towards her dripping snatch. "Like for starters, I want you to return the favor. It's the least you can do for the amazing deep throat I gave you a minute ago."

Marcus allowed himself to be drawn towards this woman's immaculately shaved pussy. He hadn't eaten pussy in quite some time, not in his own body anyway. He usually just cared about his own self pleasure since the mindless drones at the office couldn't think about their own.

But this was not the time to give excuses or protest. He extended his tongue, and began to lick. Doris shuddered appreciatively.

"Tell me about his cock?" she moaned.

Marcus looked up at her, confused.

Doris moved the woman's fingers to where Marcus had been licking and said firmly, "Tell me about the husband's cock. I'm sure you saw it, didn't you? You were there a long time yesterday. I saw the log sheet."

Anger flared behind Marcus's eyes. "You were checking up on me!"

In response, Doris shoved Marcus's face back between her borrowed legs. "And a good thing too. Because you are being reckless. That hot married pussy has made you stupid. So now I'm here to help you, Marcus. But first, you're gonna make me cum with your mouth and fingers, while you tell me all about the husband's dick. Like for instance, is it big?"

An image of Ben's cock sprang into Marcus's mind. He knew the answer very well. It had been so incredibly close to him. Closer than any man's had ever been before, and he'd memorized its thickness and length. He'd seen what it did when it got excited. How it had shot all over the body he'd been in, which had been Ben's wife, Riley. Marcus had intentionally got Ben all hot and bothered, and then in the heat of the moment, had encouraged Ben to shoot all over his/Riley's boobs. He'd never done anything like that before, and certainly didn't plan on ever doing something like it again.

He couldn't help but swallow, and struggled to make eye contact as he answered, "It was a reasonable size."

Doris smiled, an easier thing to do with a mouth that still had all its pretty teeth. "How does it compare to yours?"

Marcus really didn't want to answer that. "It's...just a bit bigger," he admitted.

"I'll have to see that for myself," she said as she began to pump her fingers vigorously into the woman's pussy. "Very up close and personal like."

"You...you can't..." Marcus protested. "Nobody should log into her right now. Not until I've found a way to-"

"Hide her from the board?" Doris finished, grabbing his hair again and shoving him back down to her snatch. This time she held him there. "That's why I'm getting involved, Marcus. I'm gonna help you get what you want, while seeing to it that this girl is profitable for the company. Starting very soon. Like, tomorrow. I'm going to log into that sweet young thing's body and wear her around for a bit, with the added bonus of taking advantage of her husband." Marcus tried to lean back to argue, but Doris held him in place. "We can hash out the details after you've made me squirt in that handsome face of yours."

Marcus sighed, then went to work. Very soon he felt strong thighs squeezing his head, as Doris received her just rewards. Afterwards, Marcus listened to her ideas, and walked a line between irritated and pleased, as he found most of those ideas to be very good.

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Ben awoke that next morning to an empty bed, but this time, he was alright with the fact that Riley was getting ready to work. He still didn't understand her need to look her best when she'd be working from home, but if that's what she wanted to do, he wouldn't object, especially now that everything seemed back on track in their marriage. If anything, they were stronger than ever, because she'd been so willing to try new things yesterday. Not once did she complain, or second guess. She'd just let him do whatever he wanted. He didn't think that'd be the case today, but that would be fine, because their general intimacy problem seemed to be over.

Ben saw he had a text message on his phone. He sat up and looked at it. It was from the factory he worked at. They'd be starting up production again effective next Monday. He hoped to get a lot more sex these last four days before he began his rigorous ten hour shifts.

The object of his affection walked in, a towel around her chest and another wrapped around her blonde hair. Riley looked at her man and said sweetly, "Hey babe. Want to eat breakfast with me before I gotta log in to work?"

"Depends," Ben said jokingly. "You going to be naked while I do?"

She stared at him, seemingly confused, for several seconds. Finally, she asked, "Is that an order?"

"An order?" Ben asked, sure he was missing something. When she just kept waiting for a response, he said, "Um, sure. It's an order."

Riley smiled brightly. "Well then, yes daddy." She pulled the towel off her body and let it drop to the floor. Her body was pink from the hot water, and still dripping in places. She unwrapped the towel from her head, and her wet hair cascaded down to her shoulders. She turned in a stiff, almost robotic fashion, and walked out of the bedroom, down the hallway towards their kitchen.

Ben was all too happy to follow after her. He had not bothered to put clothes on. That was a huge perk of being young and married. Clothing was optional. In most circumstances. Obviously, if someone came over, they'd put on clothes. Except, Riley hadn't when that delivery guy rang their doorbell. She'd just gone straight to the door and opened it, exposing herself to a stranger. Ben still wanted to talk about that. It hadn't sat right with him. But as his eyes lingered on his wife's ass as she reached up to get cereal bowls for them, he decided it could wait. Maybe he'd broach it tonight, or on the weekend. With no work for either of them, they had nowhere to be and nothing to do but talk and fuck, and Ben knew which one he was looking forward to the most.

His eyes stayed on his wife, taking in her natural grace and curves. She set a bowl down in front of him, a quart of milk, and two spoons on the table. She went to retrieve one of only two cereal boxes. She made her selection, and brought it to the table. It was the Frosted Pebbles. It had a cartoon lion dipping a spoon into a bowl of sugar coated spheres that could in no way be a source of a balanced breakfast. She put the box down on the table between them, and sat down.

Ben was frankly sick of frosted pebbles, and wanted the other box. The one with the owl on it that was diving into a bowl of chocolate covered sugar bombs. He was perfectly capable of standing and getting it himself, but on the off chance he'd get to see her ass again, he said, "Riles, please get me the other box of cereal."

She opened her mouth to tell him he had two feet, but her face twitched. She couldn't get out the words. Didn't want to get out the words. Not those words, anyways. As a pleasant smile formed on her mouth, she found all she wanted to say now was, "Yes, Daddy." She scooted out of her chair and went to grab the box, placing it on the table next to her husband. It was good to do this for him. He was a very important person. She needed to tend to his needs. All of them.

Ben had not expected Riley to actually do this for him, and what's more, she was still calling him Daddy. "Uh, Riles, you don't need to uh...call me daddy anymore," he said, his cheeks burning a little. "Don't get me wrong I appreciate it, but-"

His wife looked at him with genuine concern in her eyes and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. What would you like your designation to be moving forward?"

Ben's eyebrows furrowed. That sounded like the thing she'd said last night when he told her to stop calling him 'sir.' In fact, he thought it might be the exact same words she'd said. Even though they were having sex again, there was still something very strange going on. "Uh, how about just, Ben."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she beamed at him and said, "Yes, Ben."

Ben studied her for a moment as she proceeded to pour her cereal and add the milk. "Is this some new, uh, submissive thing you've got going on?"

"What do you mean?" she asked just before taking a bite.

The last thing Ben wanted to do was explain to his naive conservative wife the nature of dominant and submissive personalities in the bedroom. However, her recent behavior had made him wonder if she'd been looking at some seedier places on the internet, or had taken up reading erotic novels. Something had to be making her act this way.

"I mean, you've been..." he thought back to certain things last night. How she'd given herself to him however he wanted, even doing things she'd told him before she'd never do. "You've been very willing to do whatever I say. Last night during sex, and just now, with the cereal."

She stopped chewing and her face grew very concerned again. "Is that a problem?"

"No!" Ben replied emphatically, waving his hands in front of him. He saw that Riley's face relax immediately, and it distracted him from what he was going to say next. Instead, he decided to give an order. "Um...take a bite of cereal."

"I was going to do that any..." her face scrunched up before she could finish her statement, and then she smiled pleasantly and said, "Yes Ben." She got a big scoop of frosted pebbles, opened wide, and shoved them inside her mouth.

Ben knew she was right. She would have taken a bite anyway. But she'd said, 'Yes Ben.' It was like she had to say it. This was crazy. It was a game, like the one she'd played with him the other day, where he couldn't touch her. Had to be. Well if it was, he'd see how far she'd go.

"Stand up," he said.

"But I'm eat-" she began, then suddenly finished with, "Yes, Ben." She stood up straight, and looked at him as if to see if he was happy that she'd followed his instructions so well.

Ben smiled up at her and said, "Okay, so you want to play Ben says, huh? Let's see how well you do." He figured he had the perfect way to beat her at her game. "Put your bowl of cereal on the floor and eat out of it like you're a dog." There was no way, just no way she'd do that.

But Riley was full of surprises. She did glare at him for a split second, then that sweet smile of hers returned, and she said, "Yes Ben." She took her bowl, and placed it on the ground at his feet. She got down on her knees, pulled her hair back with one hand, and put her face into the bowl. She began to loudly slurp up the frosted pebbles and milk.

Ben's heart started to beat faster, as his brain and penis came to an understanding of how they could take advantage of Riley's submissive little game. He looked at the clock on the microwave. He didn't have a lot of time. If he pushed this, he might make Riley late for work. But...what the hell. Marcus thought she was just the best, so he wasn't gonna fire her if she were a little tardy.

"Stop eating and get up on your knees," he ordered.

Instantly she stopped slurping, and said into the bowl, "Yes Ben." She raised herself up. She looked at him, and still wore that smile and expression of hope in her eyes that she was doing everything he wanted.

"Pick up the bowl."

"Yes, Ben." She picked it up. It was still half full of milk and sugary cereal.

"Lean back slightly, and stick your boobs out."

"Yes, Ben." She leaned back a few inches, and jutted her breasts out for him.

Ben noted the smile on her face had become lustful. That was good, because he was hard as a rock. "Now take the cereal, and pour it slowly all over your chest."

"Yes, Ben." She raised the bowl to where it was level with her face, and began to let out a slow stream of milk and cereal onto her chest. She moved it left and right and made sure to get the sticky liquid everywhere as he'd directed.

Ben marveled at the spectacle. She'd actually done it. She'd made herself all sticky and messy. This would ensure she was late for work. Ben swallowed and asked, "Do you like me telling you what to do Riles?"

As she shook the bowl, making sure to get every last drop onto her boobs, she answered hesitantly, "I...I think so?"

"You're not sure?"

"I mean...do you want me to like it?"

Ben almost laughed. Was she giving him say over her feelings as well? "Yes, I want you to like it. I want you to get turned on every time you obey me."

Riley's eyes widened, and at that second, the last of the milk dribbled out of the bowl, and she moaned as if she were close to orgasm.

Ben wanted to jump her right there, but he wasn't done. "Beg me to lick that milk and cereal off your boobs."

Riley nodded swiftly. "Yes Ben! Please! Lick this milk and cereal off my boobs!"

He shook his head, his mouth curling up on one end. "I said beg me!"

Riley's face grew anxious and worried that she hadn't pleased him with her first try. She used that expression, and made her voice high and needy. "Please, Ben. I'm all sticky. I need to get to work soon. I can't clean myself up without your help. Please, put your mouth on me. I need to feel your tongue all over my big sticky boobies! Please! Please Ben! Do it for me?"

Ben was breathing so hard as he watched her. She'd truly begged, her voice rising in crescendo, sounding absolutely desperate there at the end. He dove on top of her, sending the porcelain bowl flying from her hand and shattering a few feet away on the kitchen floor. She giggled at his assault as he knocked her back. She might have hit her head hard had his hand not moved swiftly to be under it. He never wanted to see her get hurt. He pressed his tongue against her soft, supple flesh. He thought about how he hadn't wanted frosty pebbles a minute ago, and now he couldn't imagine life without them. He lapped at her breasts quickly. Everywhere on her skin the milk tried to run, he chased after it relentlessly, exchanging his saliva for the mess she'd made on herself.

Riley was moaning so loudly. She wasn't even being fingered, but it just felt so good to obey her husband since he'd ordered that be the case. Plus his tongue on her always felt amazing. As she arched her back, she saw the clock from upside down, and panic hit her. "I'm going to be late, Ben," she yelled. But there was no anger in her tone, only desire.

"We're gonna have sex first," Ben said confidently.

"Order me to fuck you, Ben," she begged, knowing that obeying an order was directly linked to her own pleasure.

Ben smiled. "Get on top and fuck me, Riley."

"YES Ben!" she exclaimed. She grabbed him, and he allowed her to roll them over to where Ben was flat on his back. Riley placed her legs on either side of his hips, and sank onto his hard cock as fast as she could. The pleasure from the obedience she just achieved made her cum instantly.

As Riley shook from pleasure, Ben realized how much his wife wasn't faking this. It was more than just a game. She had to do what he said. But why? His dick convinced him that question could wait.

"Talk dirty to me, Riles," Ben ordered. He remembered how she'd sounded like a total slut the other day when she'd had him jack off onto her chest. He wondered what she'd say this time.

She began to bounce on top of his shaft, but her eyes darted side to side, like she was trying to think of the right words.

"Um...your penis, er, your dick, no, your cock? Yeah! Your cock feels good. I...I like it inside of me. Inside my, uh, pussy. It's really good. Like, really really good. Um...G-give it to me harder?"

It was probably the worst dirty talk Ben had ever heard, which was the one thing that totally made sense to him. Riley was not a talker in bed. It was all about action. Kissing, groping, fondling, sucking, and as Ben would say, fucking, but as Riley would say, love making, or maybe screwing if she was feeling extra naughty.

She did not speak with the filthy seduction she'd used two days ago, like she'd forgotten how. Ben really wanted to know why, but as he watched her breasts wobble beautifully up and down while she rode him, he switched tactics. "Tell me what you love about us."

Riley's face didn't go slack for a moment to process this. She didn't have to think long and hard about it. She just started talking, sweetly and sincerely, as she brought a hand up to feel her boobs. "I love how much we support each other. How we're always there for each other. How we still love hanging out, and can't wait to tell each other about our day. About how well we fit together. How I can't stop thinking how lucky I am that we found each other and about how good you make me feel every time we make lo- aaahhhh!"