| Only a week late with this one, anyone would think I was getting better at time management...It's a sexy fun f*ck fest as our poor, poor heroine tries to keep sane in the horror that is...TECH SUPPORTPolite Sounding Woman: I've spilled coffee in my boss’s keyboard.Gemma Tech Support: Oh dear, don’t worry, was there any sugar in it?Polite Sounding Woman: No…Gemma Tech Support: OK, swill some cold water in it, this will remove the coffee. Then hang it up to dry for the day. It’s quite safe: all plastic and stainless steel on the inside.Polite Sounding Woman: OK we have a sink in the office beverage bay…I clicked “end call” on screen, which logged the call on some godforsaken server somewhere in the bowels of the building, and looked up at the clock. I was ten minutes into an eight hour shift, and already my brain couldn’t take any more…I threw a look at James, who was rolling his eyes at an incoming call. My look said: “free sex in the toner cupboard if you join me there right now”. He unplugged his headset citing “technical difficulties”, and we scurried off to the f*ck cupboard.The numbness in my head started to clear as my lips wrapped around his inflating cock, the soft pulse of excitement pumping against the roof of my mouth, his erection stiffening in between my gulps of air. He held my nose to emphasise my short breath, and I fake-gagged a few times in an overly-dramatic show of sexy-bitchness.I moved my head back and forth in a controlled, deliberate rhythm, all concentration fully focused on the firm maleness butting the softness of my throat. James pulled an elastic band from the shelf, and to the hum of the copier next door and the chorus of my theatrical gags, he tied my hair back away from my cheeks. I looked up at his joyful smile and pushed gently against his balls with my chin. My throat constricted with a real gag this time, my eyes widened with alarm, but a slight pull back soon regained the rhythm.He released my nose, and stroked the sides of my face. The dull smell of toner, the sharpness of his shoe polish and the glorious taste of his flesh flooded my nose. I inhaled deeply trying to focus on the sex.The pulse against my teeth sent dental nerves vibrating with a wonderfully pleasurable tingle. I smiled a big cock-in-mouth grin as his breath quickened above me. His hands became more insistent, pushing me back now in a gallant oh-shit-I’m-going-to-cum sort of way. I looked up at him with eyes of focused consent, and gently gripped his wrists with my hands, moving them to cup the back of my head.I sealed my mouth on his cock with a forceful suck, and breathed deeply through my nose. He exhaled a surrendering gasp, and hip-f*cked my mouth, urgent squirts of hot cum tickling the back of my throat as he shuddered to a halt, my head moving with his every squirm to keep him inside of me. Big dilated pupils gazed down in awe, my sucking easing up a little, slowing to meet the new sensitivity of his orgasmic soreness. Now perfectly still, the muffled sounds of a busy office returned without invitation, and the magic spell was broken.Finally the pulse between my lips returned to normal, his erection now held up by the vacuum in my mouth. I gently released him, stroking his thighs and smiling a thin grin of appreciation. I bit my lip and giggled a little in embarrassment at his happy smile, the glorious worship with his eyes. The ache in my knees finally piped-up to take-action levels. I hopped up and gave him a peck on the cheek.“Thanks James, I was going out of my mind babes.” I pulled up his trousers.“Any time princess, f*ck you’re good at that!”I smiled a naughty cocksucker’s grin, and we snuck back to our cubicle in the main office.Almost at once, my call-light flickered, and I hurried to don my headset. I wrestled my hair free of the gonk-inducing elastic band as I gulped down a cold mouthful of coffee that churned my stomach a bit.Gemma Tech Support: Hello, this is tech support, my name is Gemma, and how may I help you?Angry Sounding Man: Which one of you f*ckwits told my secretary to hose my laptop in the sink then hang it up to dry?I belched a semen-tasting burp, and glared at the merciless clock: I was now twenty minutes into an eight hour shift…*****Eleanor Rigby from accounts: Hello, this is Eleanor Rigby from accounts…Gemma Tech Support: Hello Eleanor, how may I be of assistance?Eleanor Rigby from accounts: I have forgotten my password for Sage again.Gemma Tech Support: No problem Eleanor, I’ll just overwrite it for you if you give me your ID code…Eleanor Rigby from accounts: Erm… I can’t remember it…Gemma Tech Support: It’s the number on your ID badge, across the top?Eleanor Rigby from accounts: I can’t see any number on my ID badge!Gemma Tech Support: … … … not on the other side at all?Eleanor Rigby from accounts: Ah! With the photograph! Erm… 435678Gemma Tech Support: Thank you. Right… I have changed the password to erigby…Eleanor Rigby from accounts: Hang on! Let me get a pen, I’ll never remember this…Gemma Tech Support: um… it’s your initial and surname Eleanor… e-r-i-g-b-yEleanor Rigby from accounts: How do I spell it again?Gemma Tech Support: … … … … … … … … … … … …Desperate minutes later I heaved myself on top of the counter next to the coffee machine, and dragged Phillip the mail-boy towards me.“Phil, please f*ck this feeling of desperation right out of me babes…” genuine emotion rising in my throat unexpectedly. Oh my sweet gods, I was so f*cking bored!“Can do Gemma luv!” His chipper smile upping another notch, “We’d better get it going quickly, the Beast was seen on level two just five minutes ago…”The Beast was not even supposed to be in today; still, the guys would cover for us if she swung by.Phil lined himself up in between my thighs. Gripping both ankles he raised my feet up above his shoulders. He ran his nose along my calf, inhaling deeply the smell of my dark stocking mingling with the scent of my pale skin. My cunnie ached for his cock, and I broke into a warm sweat as he pushed the head inside me.I was cramped up against the cold tiles of the wall, with only Phil’s firm grip to support me in place with this awkward but thoroughly exhilarating position. His smile still beaming between my elevated legs, he leaned in towards me. The hiss of steam to our side, the angry heat of the boiler, my neck flushed red in the chrome reflection as my muscles stretched and relaxed to accommodate his eye-watering width; our hips touched gently as a tear escaped my straining eye, then a slow withdrawal back out by half and I exhaled.I cradled his head as he slowly f*cked the joy back into my system, my brow furrowed with concentration, desperately seeking the filling push, the sudden heave, the gentle withdrawal, anything off his body inside of mine with which I could build my orgasm. I gritted my teeth as he speeded up the pace, pulling his head into my jerking chest, his hot breath through my shirt teasing my tingling breasts. Supporting arms began to shake as he let loose with his full f*ck, the friction of the work surface rubbing my buttocks first warm then sore with the pounding movement. Still I desperately sought the sensation inside of me that could start the ripples of pleasure synchronising themselves into a wave of physical joy and emotional release. I closed my eyes and felt with my whole, quivering body. Phil’s tight grip on my ankles, his wonderfully filling cock, the crush of my back against the wall, the soreness of my leg muscles, the ache of my poor bottom, and the mind-freeing pressure of the pounding inside of my cunnie, all throbbing and pulsing sensation, but still nothing I could use…I could hear the door to the beverage bay swing open, and then quickly shut tight again, an embarrassed, muffled apology silenced by the action. I smiled a guilty grin as I pictured the scene, coffee cup in hand, the poor, thirsty observer nervously dragging their feet and staring at their watch…Phil’s rhythm continued to pound my petite frame into the tiles, and I heard the door again. The stretch of the cock inside of me was starting to do the magic, but Phil slowed right down. I opened my eyes, a sudden jolt of fear that it might be Beastiness herself. My passion-blurred eyes focused on the interloper, and my breathing caught a few full gulps of air at the sight of Susie from Customer Services. I smiled a hello at her apologetic expression, and she shrugged her shoulders back.“Don’t mind me folks, I’m just watching…” she adjusted her glasses and leaned back against the door, holding it shut.Phil smiled wide and with a deep gasp of effort, resumed his former pace from a standstill. My eyes blurred again, and I rolled my head towards Susie, her pretty face intently studying my reactions to the punishing f*ck. I could see her pupils widening as I let out a little gasp of pain, the rawness of my buttocks now a disorientating sensation. Susie looked at Phil’s arms supporting my legs, and then back at my face. She was visibly breathing faster now, and as I whimpered again, she bit her bottom lip.The ripples of pleasure and pain suddenly pulled together in the same direction at once, and my head cracked back against the tiles. Phil’s cock inside of me started to expand and twitch, and I was finally there. My eyes screwed tight shut, the wave of emotional warmth and joy flooded my stomach and tore out to my extremities in a pulsing wave of ecstasy. My breath caught in my throat as my head shook uncontrollably with each new blast of white heat inside of my brain. I could hear Phil groan and stutter, his grip loosening slightly, the uncomfortable crush in my back lessening, my orgasm slowing as our thighs met less frequently, until finally we were still.Above our panting I could hear Susie breathing, and the hiss of the coffee machine percolating another jug of deep black taste. The odour of espresso started to overwhelm my nose and set my pulse racing some more. I felt gloriously, ecstatically faint, but alive, so very alive. Gently Phil eased my feet down to the floor, rubbing my aching thighs as my head fell forwards onto his shoulder. Through my sweat matted hair I could smell his cum inside of me, now leaking onto to work surface and the back of my shirt as it curled beneath me.When I finally looked up, Susie was reaching out towards me with my skirt from the floor. As I mopped my thighs clean with a hand towel, she smiled at me nervously, and suddenly ran her hand up my leg! Immediately my head burst with another strike of white lightning, my body arched and shook as I staged backwards slightly, but I forced my eyes to stay open so I could see her suck the cum off her fingers…*****Meat: Hello, support desk? I'm just restarting my computer right now…Gemma Tech Support: Okay…Meat: It seems OK so far…Gemma Tech Support: Right…Meat: I'm back in Windows…Gemma Tech Support: Fine.Meat: Shall I call you back if there are any problems?Gemma Tech Support: … … … … … that would be lovely… … Meat: Bye now.Gemma Tech Support: Byeeeeeee…*****Sitting in the staff canteen, one of the older guys who worked Security was telling Sean and myself about his army days, specifically the story of how one solider had been caught f*cking an orange filled with toothpaste. The story went that the soldier said the orange/toothpaste was the closest thing to a vagina they could get in the barracks and pretty soon all the troops had minty-fresh cocks and pips under their foreskin.“Doesn’t that… sting?” I asked crossing my legs.“I don’t know; we all f*cked the goats in my squad…”Sean took a look at the piece of fruit in his hand, and let it fall comically back down into his bag.Stephanie flopped down next to us on the nasty grey sofa and lit two cigarettes at once. She flipped a defiant “V” to our arched eyebrows of protest.“The Beast…” she managed to say in between choking drags of cheap tobacco, and our expressions relaxed into understanding and smiles of friendly support. Finally her breathing calmed down and the colour returned to her pinched cheeks. “I hear Susie joined you and Phil in a threesome today, Gemma… you always told me les made you puke, you lying slapper,” Steph’s big grin salacious with enjoyment of the tease, “My pussy not good enough for you, yah stuck-up Tynemouth rich-girl?”“Is that true Gemma, did you… and Susie?” Sean’s eyes lit up excitedly. Before I could open my mouth, the Security guy cut in with a warning cough, and the atmosphere chilled in a ripple of arrested conversations that spread from the direction of the main entrance of the wide corporate recreational zone behind us.She must know that she has this anti-human effect on people, right? She can’t for one minute believe we all just sit here on the crappy uncomfortable flat-pack seconds in total paralysed fear for forty minutes each lunch-time, can she?The Beast moved purposely and quickly, the clack-clack-clack of her heels in the near-silence like the sound of a monstrous, armour-plated spider closing in for the kill. Not even the pretty voices of Tegan and Sarah on the radio could resist her evil aura, and the song seemed to fade into a terrified ball in the corner of the room. My hackles rose with the tiny hairs on my neck as I sensed her mandibles of death pass by my shoulder. I shuddered, the soreness in my rump momentarily forgotten at the creeping horror of terrorised goose-bumps.“Gemma Obviouslyfalse…” my bowels loosened slightly at my own name; oh shit this was not good at all… my half-swallowed gulp of tea regurgitated involuntarily, and I began to choke… Steph slapped me hard on the back, but that just made it worse; I was choking and reeling in bruised agony now…Through tears of a near-death experience I turned to face Satan herself, who I could feel savouring my every whooping gasp for precious air.“Gemma Obviouslyfalse, when you have cleared up the mess your antics are making here right now, perhaps you might care to join me in my office for a performance review regarding the little incident with the laptop rinse on level nine this morning? And as for you…” Sean leapt to his feet like a guilty child, “… you… Sean… I believe you have less than five minutes left of your lunch-break and your next point of call is on level twelve?” Sean blushed like a guilty child, shuffled his feet, and for a moment looked like he was going to say “Yes Ma’am!”As the Beast swept away, my ability to breathe returned, and I hurriedly mopped at the tea dribble down my front. Sean scuttled away towards the coat-hooks, and Steph lit up another tab. She dragged a lung full, and reached over the Security guy’s out-stretched legs to reach the ashtray that had fallen on the floor during my panic seizure.“Busted, sweetie… ah well, you hate this job anyway, eh?” a thin smile of pre-emptive support for my impending sacking. “Still, you’ll have other things on your mind if you keep hanging out with Susie the mouse… she’s a pipsqueak here, but I heard it from Mary that she likes to give rough strap-on sessions to pretty little maidens like you babes, so watch it…” Her tone was markedly serious, and she rolled her eyes in response at the sudden rise of excitement in mine. “Seriously Gem, unless you really want your cunnie tenderised by a sadist, I’d give her a wide berth…”I popped a REALLY DELICIOUS piece of nicotine gum into my mouth, and chewed on it like it was Hubba Bubba. Mmmm mint, MY FAVOURITE I thought, the abbrasive flush of poison constricting the vessels in my mouth and the sore walls of my throat. I hadn’t smoked a cigarette in over two weeks, a personal achievement I owed for the most part to the support of my lovely friends. “You know what I really hate about The Beast?” I pouted in mid hiccup.“Besides the obvious you mean?” Steph hurriedly knocked the tab packet and lighter into her handbag, a look of guilt on her face.I smiled at her sweet concern. “Yeah, you know how I used to work on level three with Brenda?”“Brenda White? Is she the one with the crappy old Ford with the fake tax disc? Gave a traffic-copper a blowjob once to overlook it?”“Do all of your anecdotes about people contain lewdity?”“I think so… yours go on for a bit babes, don’t they Stanley?” Steph poked the security guy with her extended foot, and they shared a conspiratorial chuckle. The smoke from fifty or so tabs on the go at once in the room was making my feel quite nauseous, and the babble of gossip was returning to loud.“We clearly must have lunch more often Stan,” I slipped unconsciously into flirtation mode, my head lowering to flare up my eyes in their most cute attack configuration. Gentleman that he was, Stanley returned my seductive gaze with an appreciative raise of an eyebrow, and I turned back to Steph. “So, Brenda and I used to work together on level three, just outside of Her Royal Beastiness’ office…”The air warmed to the opening refrain of Ode to Joy as someone from Accounts Payable flicked to a classical music station. The newspaper trolley wheeled past behind us and stopped as Carl jumped over the back of the sofa and landed with a start on top of Steph whom shrieked in mock horror.“Hi, Carl, how is the heady world of journalism today?” Steph rolled her eyes at the Retail Supervisor currently nuzzling at her breasts, “Do go on Gemma babes, and just ignore the little monkey…”“Little?!” Carl pulled an exaggerated hurt face, and then reburied it into Steph’s cashmere cleavage.“Hi Carl, is that Viagra really working for you now?” I grinned. Stanley spluttered a mouthful of tea back into his cup, and I giggled with Steph. “So, anyway, as I was saying, I used to work with Brenda on level three…”The newspaper trolley shuddered abruptly and dug into the back of the sofa. We turned to see a flustered looking Sean steadying himself.“Are you alright Sean, sweetie?” He looked quite run down all of a sudden.“Yehyehyehyeh… fine… just a bit … under the weather…” His face was quite pale.The unmistakable smell of spearmint hit my nose abruptly.Sean blushed crimson and hurried off out of the room.From behind the coat racks came the indignant tones of Jeremy, "OK, which one of you daft cunts jammed the orange in the toilet?"*****Gemma Tech Support: …now type dir *.datMeat: Eh?Gemma Tech Support: Type in “d i r star dot d a t”Meat: Star?Gemma Tech Support: Asterisk…Meat: Eh?Gemma Tech Support: Hold down the shift key and press 8Meat: Oh right! You mean cabbage.Gemma Tech Support: Eh?The Beast didn’t fire me! She just terrified me rigid for forty minutes, issued me with two verbal warnings and one written censure, and I managed to drag myself out of her web with only the desire to live being my guiding force…Back to my cubicle cell in the deep dungeon of tech support, and I was pleased to receive a welcome visitor in the shape of Kerry from the Mail Room. I “accidentally” unplugged my network cable with my toes, slipped my heels back on and spun round to gossip with Little Miss Troublemaker.“… and I couldn’t walk straight for a week.” Kerry finished her anecdote and brayed with sexy-bitch laughter. “So if I were you I’d go for it babes… anyway… I hear you’ve had a few problems with The Beast?”I sighed an affirmative, but Kerry upped her luscious smile a notch higher; I was intrigued…“I happen to know for a medical fact that Her Holy Beast of Babyloness is toxically allergic to semen…” My mouth dropped open, and Kerry nodded in recognition. “Yes, that’s the face I pulled babes.” The low murmur of cubicle chatter interspaced with moans of pain and thuds of frustrated wall punching underlined the silence of this revelation.“Even on her hands say?” The Devil strode purposely into my metaphorical mindscape, brushed off a comfortable chair with a handkerchief, eased herself down with a satisfied *sigh*, and prepared for a long residency. My Guardian Angel reached across with an open packet of pretzels and a pair of slippers; she sure wasn’t going to get in the way of this one…“Yep!” Kerry’s grin was at a critically high level now. “What are we going to do?”I uncrossed my legs and straightened my skirt. “Weeeellll… we can’t use a guy… she’ll DNA them for sure…” I furrowed my brow. The Devil produced a map to the nearest sperm bank, and my Guardian Angel pulled out a crow bar expectantly. “We can’t rob a sperm bank for the same reason…” Disappointed faces all round now, the heads that had popped up over the top of the cubicle walls slowly receding… Arrrrggh so close but so far… “Wait!” Silence in the office. The Devil held her breath mid-pretzel. “I’ve seen this on the internet!”The tension was too much for James who looked like he was going to burst into tears. Kerry thinned her smile with the strain of maintaining it so high, and My Guardian Angel looked like she was about to wet herself.“We’ll have to ask Tammy for a favour…”*****“Sure Gemma, I remember what that witch did to Brenda…” Tammy’s round face beamed approval at my plan.My big-eyed loaded silence must have given my desire away, because she burst out into a fit of giggles.“You are so subtle babes. Yes you can watch… come on in; I’ve got an on-line chess tournament starting at eight…”The Moon looked down on its tiny self reflected in the doorknob, and I closed the night outside behind us.*****I sat on a stool with a gin and tonic in hand, the aroma of lemon exciting my nose, and the sight of Tammy’s small mouth being stretched wide by a huge red erection burning up my cunnie with lust.Tammy knelt on a cushion by the side of the sofa, her hands running up and down the length of Tom’s smooth tubular penis, her fingers trailing over the swelling knot beginning to inflate near the base. Her head stayed stock still, her lips gently clasping and unclasping the intense flesh in between them. The action of her stimulation varied ever so often, sometimes linearly back and forth, sometimes laterally, rolling the flesh gently between her palms.Tammy was still fully clothed, and in front of her knees a clear plastic salad bowl sat ready. Tom lay on his back on the sofa, the picture of a pampered pooch, his luxurious black hair splayed out over the beige cushions, a look of pure pleasure on his happy panting muzzle.I ached to start masturbating. My free hand slipped up my skirt and prised its way through my knickers. I felt the warm fuzz of my hair and the exquisite jolt of joy as I caressed my lips open. Tammy’s head started to move back and forth along the redness of Tom’s animal erection. My fingers squeezed around my clit and the pleasure wave rose violently inside of my head.Tammy was now looking sideways at me, her interest suddenly on my dactylating. We locked eye contact, and both speeded up together. White heat rippled from my cunnie as I inhaled deeply. My glass fell to the floor with a hiss of escaping liquid, and now both hands were rubbing, exciting, releasing my orgasm.Still we kept eye contact, my friend’s chest starting to match my speeded breathing, her stocking feet behind her gently flexing and curling to our rhythm.Suddenly she jerked her head back, and pointed Tom’s cock down towards the bowl. Like a pump, his pearly white cum shot out in controlled little bursts of explosive joy, splashes of cum hitting up Tammy’s sleeve and chest.The rise of orgasm inside of me was like a strike to the head. I barely breathed with the constrictions in my body, my head shuddered for what seemed like ages, and when my ecstasy finally subsided I was exhausted. My eyelids hung heavily, and in my disorientation, the floor found my head and the room flipped over on itself as I blacked out into warm petite mort…*****The Beast sadly could not make it into work the following morning. Somehow, she went into anaphylactic shock as she started up the engine of her car, the red rash on her hand indicating contact with an allergen or an irritant… I got the idea off the internet you know…Strangely enough, this became an ongoing personnel concern for the company, the employee fine one day then seizure the next, until The Beast finally chose voluntary early retirement about two months later…*****f*cking Idiot: We've got a big problem with the server…Gemma Tech Support: OK, can you describe to me what's wrong?f*cking Idiot: Well, it's overheated & set light to the curtains. What shall we do?Gemma Tech Support: Errrr.... get a fire extinguisher?!f*cking Idiot: Anything else?Gemma Tech Support: What?!f*cking Idiot: Is there anything else we should do?Gemma Tech Support: … … … … … … … … … …Thank god it’s Friday afternoon!*****That night, the monotone of rain drummrd on the window pane, the sudden rise and relapse like waves of pure meditation…“The quiet is pretty, isn’t it?”I shook my head in earnest agreement. “Yes, it is lovely…” I shuffled my knees to distribute my weight more comfortably.“Ready again?” I nodded, and bit my lip to brace for the sensation; the breeze on the lubricant on the back of my thighs was becoming chilly.A grunt from behind me; my protesting anus clenched down hard on the intently penetrating plastic intruder as waves of painful disorientation and nausea played havoc with my concentration and ability to focus.Within moments the pace of my punishment was so overwhelming that my body surrendered completely to the f*cking, the effort to control my own movements limited to keeping me balanced on all fours. As my eyes welled with tears my breath spluttered and gasped with a rising, involuntary shriek, I could just hear Susie cackle above my scream…THE END |
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