Dipesh, the 29 year old Network Admin

Sally and I wrap up our morning gossip session, and she wishes me a **** farewell as she heads off to her first meeting of the day. I feel the need to be admired and desired, lusted after and flirted with. I want to cast a wide net and see how many eager fish I can catch to start off the week. I take off my cardigan and lay it neatly over the back of my chair, and then make my way to the IT department.

I’m vibrating with mischievous sexual energy, putting a bounce in my step and a twinkle in my eye. As I enter the IT area of my floor, I inhale the unmistakable scent of mountain dew, plastic figurines, and unwashed bodies. I smile at all the glances that shoot my way as I stroll through the lanes between cubicles. Their gazes feed my energy, and I give a friendly wave to anyone brave enough to look for longer than a moment. Some of them even wave back.

As I reach the far end of the department, I start to mentally catalog the most likely targets. There’s a few cuties in here that deserve a second look. I want to be pursued, but I know most of these nerds need a little encouragement before giving chase to someone as pretty as me. My inner musings have me so distracted that I nearly jump when I hear someone call out my name.

“Oh! Hey Big Dipper, good to see you!” I smile at my friend Dipesh as he wheels his desk chair to the entrance of his cubicle. I made a point of getting to know him right when I started here a few years ago. There are few people more important to know at a tech company than your friendly local network admin, and lucky for me we hit it off quickly. There’s never been more than occasional casual flirting between us, but he is awfully cute.

And I am awfully horny today.

“It’s great to see you too, Kelly!” His deep voice and charming accent are as warm as usual, but there’s something strained in his expression. Something that makes my unfocused sexual energy zero in on him.

“Mind if I sit down and chat for a bit, Dipesh? Or are you busy?”

“Oh!” He almost flinches back. “Sure! Of course! Please, make yourself at home in my humble abode.”

I smile and step into his cube. As the network admin, he has the privilege of being tucked back around a corner, with nothing facing his entrance but a blank wall. It’s practically a corner office by cubicle standards, and the privacy it offers us has my mind racing with possibilities. “How you been, big guy? I feel like I haven’t seen you since you whupped my ass in that skeeball tournament.”

He gives me a shrug and a shy smile. “What can I say? I’m good with balls and, er, holes.”

I laugh and playfully smack his knee, which turns his shy smile into a full blushing grin. He still isn’t making eye contact, though, so I rest the hand that smacked him on his knee and lean in. “Is everything alright, Dipesh?”

“Oh! Yes! Everything is great, of course.” His eyes are locked onto my hand where it’s touching his leg, and he coughs when I give him a gentle squeeze. “It’s just… I have a… there’s a small problem.”

“Hey, Dipesh Mode, look at me.” He reluctantly raises his dark brown eyes to look into mine, and I wince internally as he cringes in fear. “What’s wrong, bud? You know you can tell me anything.”

He presses his lips together, sees the warm openness in my eyes, and then exhales. “I… you know I like you, Kelly. As a friend! You are such a great friend. And you help me to understand so much… I’ve been so grateful to know you. Seeing you and talking to you as a woman, as a man, as everything you choose to be…” His eyes sparkle and his smile returns. “I feel it’s helped me to be more comfortable as a man, myself. I just… sorry, sorry, I am babbling now, oh boy.” I give him a moment, holding steady with my warm smile. “It’s just, when I do see you as a woman… you are such a beautiful woman, Kelly. Just… I think the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Oh shut up.” I giggle and squeeze his knee again. “But don’t, actually.” He’s looking down at the floor again, seemingly embarrassed by his gush of words. “Seriously, Dipesh, how is that a problem? There’s nothing wrong with thinking your friend is beautiful! It’s quite lovely, if you ask me.”

“I know, I know, it’s just, that’s not… I can’t focus on anything else. All I can think about is how fucking– sorry, how hot you are. It gets… uncomfortable.”

Oh poor baby, I know just how to help with that. “Have you tried rubbing one out in the bathroom?”

He lets out a shocked laugh. “What? No! I mean… it’s not really enough. I have a… what’s the word? My libido is pretty, er, heavy. I’d have to spend all day in there and then we’re right back where we started of me getting no work done!”

I tilt my head and purse my lips, giving him the impression that I’m putting a lot of thought into this conundrum. I hope it’s convincing, since I’ve already made up my mind. “Weellll… what if I helped you out?”

He suddenly becomes very still. “What do you mean?” He’s practically whispering.

“Let’s make a deal, Dipesh.” I lean in and allow my hand to slide just a little up his leg. “Next time we go out to Rock Box for karaoke, you pay for everything, for me and for all the hot friends I’m gonna invite. And you get me ice cream after.”

“That sounds nice.” His voice is cracking like an adolescent. “But… what’s the other part of the deal?”

“I have a lot of… flexibility on my calendar today, so…” I lean even further in, pressing my cheek against his and my lips to his ear as my hand goes all the way up his thigh. “Any time you feel yourself getting distracted today just ping me, and I’ll take care of you with this pretty mouth.” I lean back, folding my hands in my lap and cocking my head to the side. “How’s that sound?”

His eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and I can’t help but grin at the sight of the tent in his pants. “D-deal.”

I smile. “Deal!” I start to stand, but his hand shoots out and gently grabs my wrist. “Dipesh?”

“You said any time?”

I nod, my smile widening.

His breaths are heavy and uneven. “Right now?”

My eyes flash. I make an exaggerated motion of looking around over my shoulders, and then I slip down off the chair and onto my knees under his desk. His jaw drops as I reach up to undo his zipper. I usually like to take my time with a blowjob, but the thrilling fear of being caught gives me just a small sense of urgency. I reach one hand inside his open fly and squeeze his hardness through his boxers, smiling at his strained gasp. Slipping under the thin fabric I pull out his stiff, hot cock, licking my lips at the sight of his uncircumcised tip dripping with precum. I indulge myself with just a tentative taste, and his whimpering groan almost makes me feel bad for him.

Enough for the warm-up. Flicking my tongue over his throbbing head, I slide my lips around him. His hands squeeze the armrests of his chair so hard they creak. I pull back slowly, sucking and swirling my tongue. When I moan and push down again his hips buck violently, and I can hear him doing his very best to suppress a scream as forceful jets of salty spunk splash against the roof of my mouth and down my throat. I’m a pro, so despite being taken quite off guard I swallow his ejaculate and gently stroke him through his orgasm without making a mess.

When he’s finally done I give him one last thorough lick with my tongue to catch all the stray drops of jizz, and then sit back on my heels, looking up at him with a satisfied smile and a twinkle in my eye. He’s struggling to catch his breath, lying back half-collapsed in his desk chair like he’d just run a marathon. I run my hands up his legs and tuck him back into his pants. “Well Dipesh, did that do the trick?”

He swallows a gulp of air and slowly blows it out. Something in his expression changes, and instead of looking spent, he looks… hungry. “That was, by far, the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever had in my whole entire life.” He’s keeping his voice low, giving it a gentle rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “You said I can have that mouth all day?”

I bite my lip. “A deal’s a deal.”

His only response is to smile. That smile stays on his face as he helps me to my feet, and it’s still there as I wave goodbye to him. I walk slowly back to my desk, a bit taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness. The memory of that smile and the taste of his cum on my tongue give me a warm buzz that persists as I settle back into my workstation.

It’s not long before Sally gets back from her meeting. “Well what’s got you so happy? Did you seriously do a dab in the bathroom, without me?”

I can feel my cheeks get warm, and I giggle a bit at my own silliness. “You know Dipesh, right?”

Sally’s jaw drops. “Shut up!” She leans in for a conspiratorial whisper. “You actually fucked that big teddy bear? How was he?”

I grin and bite my lip. “Well we didn’t go quite that far, buuuttttt I maybe might’ve blown him under his desk just now.”

“Hahahaha no way! How on earth did that happen?”

I giggle my way through explaining my deal with Dipesh, Sally nodding along with an incredulous smile on her face as I go over the details. “So yeah, turns out my day might be a bit busy after all.”

“OK, first of all, that’s amazing. Second, I am absolutely coming with you to Rock Box so that big dope can get me drunk on his dime. And finally, you need to tell me ev-uh-ree-thinggg. I want all the details, constant updates, I need to stay on top of this.”

“Of course, babe. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you in the dark on something as juicy as this. And of course you’re coming to Rock Box. When have I ever gone to Karaoke without you?” I shift on my feet. Talking about volunteering as an oral relief specialist for my friend has gotten me rather excited, and my erection is starting to strain uncomfortably against my panties. “Now, if you’ll excuse me babe, I need to, erm… freshen up.”

Sally rolls her eyes and grins. “Yeah, I’ll bet. Talk to you soon!”

I prefer to use the single-occupancy gender neutral bathroom on my floor, mostly to avoid any regrettable interactions with the handful of regressive people who work here. Right now, of course, the added privacy of the lock is going to come in quite handy. I need to take care of myself before my excitement becomes too noticeable, and I’m not above doing so on company property and company time.

I whisper a prayer of thanks as I turn the handle and find it unlocked, and then freeze as I hear someone loudly clearing their throat behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I smile when I see it’s Dipesh. “Mind if I go first, or…”

He doesn’t answer, just stares at me with an intensity that makes my mouth water. I take a deep breath and push the door open, stepping inside with him close on my heels. I cross the small space to the toilet and sit, looking up at my friend as I pull my stockings and panties down. “I do actually need to go, though, so if you can wait just a…”

He’s not listening. His hands are already fumbling with his fly as he steps closer, his erection hitting me in the cheek as he jerks it free of its confines. It’s hot and musky, the combined smell of his leftover cum from earlier and the fresh flood of pre is making my head spin. I want to chastise him, tease him, joke around about his eagerness, but instead my mouth falls open and my tongue reaches out.

My invitation is accepted with an intoxicating aggressiveness. The first time, I had been in total control of the too-brief blowjob. Now he’s taking over, resting his hands firmly on my head as he pumps in and out of my wet and willing mouth. I moan around his hardness, tongue rolling and working over his head. He grunts and groans, animal sounds I’ve never heard from him before. His movements increase in intensity and I shudder with desire.

I can’t help myself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this turned on giving head. I keep one hand on his hip for balance while my other reaches down between my legs to wrap around my straining cock. I pump myself in time with his strokes, my moans and his grunts rising in volume as we share this moment of depravity in the office bathroom.

His eyes are squeezed shut, mine are staring up at him, pleading for his load. My tongue starts to tickle his frenulum, causing him to gasp as his eyes shoot open. He looks down and sees me pleasuring myself and lets out a deep rumbling groan. His cock throbs and shoots his salty spunk down my throat, the sensation pushing me over the edge. My muffled, gurgling moan joins his strained groan in a symphony of grateful release.

He reluctantly pulls out of my wet mouth as I finish pumping my jizz into the toilet bowl. I lick my hand clean, enjoying the taste of our cum mixed together as I smile up at him. “Thanks for the snack, Dipesh. Now, if you don’t mind, I do actually need to go, so could you…”

He looks a little flustered in his post-orgasmic state, but I can still see that gleam of eager desire in his eyes. He takes one last look down at my dripping cock and then nods, leaving me alone. I inhale deeply through my nose, sucking in the delicious aroma of cock and cum, humming to myself through the singularly cathartic sensation of a post-ejaculation piss. Today has already been so much fun, and I can’t wait to see where that gleam in his eyes will take me next.

“Wait, in the bathroom? You really blew him while he was sitting on the toilet? Sick!”

“Actually, I was the one sitting on the toilet. He was just standing over me using my head like a fleshlight.”

Sally hides her mouth with her hand but I can see the smile. “You. Fucking. Whore.” She takes an exaggerated deep breath. “OK, I need to dive deeper into this with you. You’re free for lunch, right?”

Before I can ask where she wants to go, I see a message notification pop up on my monitor.

Dipesh Vishwakarma - I need you for lunch

Dipesh Vishwakarma - now

I squeeze my thighs together, hoping the flush in my cheek and the tremor in my voice aren’t too noticeable. “A-actually, Sally, I have an, erm, obligation.”

Sally narrows her eyes and grins at me. “Try to remember to actually eat. Good luck, slut.”

I didn’t end up eating. Not really. But my mouth was full the whole time. As soon as I got to his cube, he pointed to the space under his desk. He was chewing a large mouthful of some delicious-smelling curry, so rather than wait for any further instruction I sank dutifully to my knees and climbed back into the cramped space under his desk.

And there I stayed, while he ate his lunch and did whatever it was he was doing on his computer. Was he working? Browsing reddit? Just pretending to be busy while enjoying the attentions of my skillful mouth? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to me. I was dedicated and focused on my task, quietly sucking him off while he enjoyed his lunch break.

I began to lose track of time down there. I know he came at one point, pumping his salty spunk down my throat without even taking a pause from his eating. I just kept on sucking, licking, caressing, bringing him quickly back to hardness. I became lost in the zen of oral submission. My friend was using my mouth, my tongue, my throat as tools for his comfort and convenience. He began to sweat from the curry he continued to eat, his musk and body heat dominating the small space around me. Sucking his cock became the only thing I could think about, the way it tasted and how it twitched when I licked it like that or sucked on the head just so. All of my senses, all of my imagination, my breath and my body and my heartbeat were all focused on the singular sensation of pleasuring this man and bringing him to satisfaction.

He finally finished his lunch and put one hand down on my head, stroking my blue hair as I coaxed another load from his pulsing length. He took my hand and helped me up, and I crouched there next to him, slowly allowing my body to adjust to being out of that cramped position. He was right at my eye level, and his heavy breaths and hungry eyes made the weakness in my knees ten times worse.

I kissed him. I don’t know why. It wasn’t romantic, or even overly sexual. More… grateful. Grateful to him for allowing me to experience his virility. I smiled at him as he licked his lips, tasting himself, and he waved goodbye as I strolled back to my desk.

“OK, so that explains where you were at lunch, but what about the rest of the day? I’ve hardly seen you at all!”

Sally and I are at our desks, winding things up for the day, and Sally is demanding her full accounting of my adventure as a dedicated blowjob dispenser. “Well, here’s the thing. Turns out our Dipesh is, like, shockingly horny. I’m struggling to remember ever meeting someone with just, such… boundless sexual energy. Seriously, every time I saw him he was diamond-hard and ready to feed me a full load.”

“Jesus.” Sally’s face is just a little flushed. “That sounds… wait, how many times did you say?”

“Well, after lunch, let’s see…” I tilt my head as I think back on my fellatiastic day. “He reserved a meeting room and I blew him in there. A bit after that I headed out to grab some breath mints from the shop down the street, and he just happened to be in the elevator down with me. That was a fun little quickie, had to really pull out some tricks to get him off before we, er, got off.”

Sally snorts. “So you went down while you were going down.”

I giggle, smiling at the memory of Dipesh’s astonished gasps as I showed him what I could do when I had to. “You could definitely say that. After the elevator… I guess that made him bold. He cornered me in the breakroom when most people were at that product announcement. Just walked up to me next to the water cooler and told me to get on my knees.”

“God damn, Dipesh.” Sally can’t hide her jealousy now.

“Right?” I take a deep breath, feeling pretty flustered by that trip down memory lane myself. “So yeah, that was just about twenty minutes ago, and honestly I think I’m about ready to head home after all that hard…” I see Sally’s eyes widening as she looks over my shoulder, and I smile as I have a pretty good idea of who she’s looking at. I turn around to confirm my suspicions. “Well hello there, Dipesh. Come to say goodbye?”

He glances nervously at Sally, then turns his gaze to me, his expression shifting immediately from hesitation to hunger. “I… Kelly… it keeps getting worse. The more I use… the more you… the more I want.”

Most people have trickled out of the building already, so the meeting rooms are all empty. Without a word I grab Dipesh by the hand and start pulling him towards the nearest one. It’s time to finally get this man some relief. Sally uncomfortably clears her throat, and I shoot her a glance over Dipesh’s shoulder. “Coming?”

She hurries to catch up, closing the door behind her as we stroll into the empty room. I don’t waste any time. “Alright Dipesh, drop those pants and sit your ass down.” Blinking, he quickly follows my command, pulling his pants down to his ankles and sitting down, pointedly not looking at Sally who can’t take her eyes off his erection.

I kneel in front of him, pulling his pants the rest of the way off and tossing them aside, and then I’m on him. Locking eyes with him, I slowly slide my tongue along his length, one hand massaging his balls while the other strokes his inner thigh. I give the head of his cock a few swirls with my tongue and then take it in my mouth. Drooling onto his dick, I flick the tip of my tongue over his slit and use a hand to gently pull his foreskin back, delighting in his soft cry as my softer tongue directly presses against his sensitive glans.

And then, he’s inside me. All of him. He and Sally share a gasp as I swallow him whole like it’s nothing. Dipesh lets out a choked cry and Sally laughs in amazement as I quickly start to bob my head up and down, fucking my own throat. I hear a creak as Dipesh digs his fingers into the armrests of his chair, and I pick up my pace, letting the building spit drip down over his balls. My hand massaging them gathers up the moisture, and once my fingers are nice and slick I go for the coup de grâce.

I don’t know if Dipesh has ever had anything in his ass, and I know proper etiquette would be to ask him first, but I need to get this mighty cock to calm down so I can go home satisfied with a job well done. One finger slips into his puckered asshole, quickly followed by another, and I pump a few times before I find my prize. Locating the magic button of his prostate, I gently stimulate it with my fingertips while his dick is buried in my throat. I feel him tense, hear him **** on his breath, and I pull back to apply firm undulating pressure with my tongue against his frenulum.

I cannot believe he still has so much cum left in those balls. Jet after jet shoots into my mouth as he writhes in the chair, helpless against my oral ****, and a warm feeling of triumph wells up in my chest. I discovered a secret god of male sexuality in the most unlikely of places, and I managed to tame him. I pull my mouth off his cock with a satisfied sigh and look up at Dipesh’s sweating face, planting a wet kiss on his nutsack to thank it for all the cum it gave me today. “All better?”

He takes a few gulping breaths and nods. “Yeah… yeah Kelly. I think I’m better now.”

We both turn to look over at Sally, just in time to see her sheepishly pull her hand away from her crotch. “I cannot wait to go to Rock Box.”