The IT Guy [femdom] [oral pussy eating] [nonconsent/reluctance] [M4F]

********I thought I’d try and write something that the ladies could enjoy. Some ladies, at least. Okay, one fucking lady out there. There’s got to be one. Anyway, hope you enjoy!********

I was working my way through college when this happened. Since most of my classes were during the day, I took a low-paying night job working the IT department for a small call center.

During the evening, the company pretty much ran a skeleton crew with just a handful of ladies taking whatever occasional calls might come through the system.

There was lots of downtime because our dialer machine let us know if there were any calls in queue. If there weren’t, the ladies would just sit around and talk or play on their phones.

As the sole representative of the IT department at night, it was my job to work on their machines if they broke.

The ladies were an assortment of ages with Sharon being the oldest (probably in her late 40s) and Tina being the youngest, fresh out of high school.

Often their conversations would turn to their husbands/boyfriends and their activity or lack thereof in the bedroom.

At these times, their voices would get all hushed, and it was pretty obvious that they were talking about sex.

Often I would pass them amid hushed whispers and they would shoot me various looks of either whimsied amusement or else suspicious annoyance, as if I was purposely trying to listen in on them.

Sharon, the older one, always made comments in a joking, almost flirty manner.

“Watch out girls! The IT guy’s getting all hot and bothered!”

“Oh! Looks like someone’s trying to get an earful!”

“Hush it now, don’t want the IT guy thinking of all of us tonight instead of his girl.”

The truth was, I didn’t have a girl. Being the nerdy, loner type I was, I didn’t tend to attract too much attention of the female variety.

It wasn’t that I was nervous around girls. I just lacked any experience.

Anyway, one night I was working at one of the empty cubicles across from where the ladies sat. My boss had left me a note that I needed to redo the network jacks for that whole row of computers.

I know for a fact that Sharon knew I was there because I had to lay on my back with my head under the desk, and at one point early in our shift she had walked by and said offhandedly, “wish my hubby would lay out like that for me.”

I was kind of tired, so it took me until after she was gone to realize just how inappropriate her remark was.

She went on her way though, and I kind of forgot about it. About a half hour later, work was slow and the girls all gathered just on the other side of the cubicle I was working on, out of sight of me, but I could clearly hear them sitting down and beginning to talk.

Other than Sharon, the ladies were all oblivious of my presence. This was made crystal clear when they began discussing the sexual appetites of their significant others, all in very un-hushed, clearly audible voices.

I was about to interrupt them, alert them to my presence, when Sharon spoke up, speaking just a hint louder than usual.

“What do you all think of the IT guy?”

My breath caught in my throat. There was an awkward silence. Then….

“I’d do him.” It was Amy, a MILF-type who had like three kids!

“OH MY GOD AMY!” one of the girls screeched.

This was quickly drowned out by the others roar of laughter.

It died down, and Tina, the youngest girl spoke.

“I’m not a slut or anything, but wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to service us when we needed it?”

There were giggles and hushed moans of agreement all around.

“Girllllll,” Sharon spoke again, practically casting her voice over the cubicle for me to hear. “My Harold hasn’t eaten me out in probably three years. My pipes could use a good cleaning!”

My cheeks flushed with heat, and I suddenly realized I had been holding my breath. I didn’t dare make a sound, but my lungs were burning.

I started to try and inch my way out of the cubicle. And then, I accidentally kicked the chair. Like loudly.

There was a sudden gasp from one of the girls.

“Is he over there?!” one of them yelled, I think it was Amy.

Panicking, I scrambled up and took off running, trying to put as much distance between me and the girls as fast as possible.

Unfortunately, they had different ideas. Splitting up between the rows, they easily surrounded me on all sides.

There were six of them, all glaring fiercely at me….all that is except Sharon who stood in the back with a kind of victorious grin on her face.

“So, you must think you’re real hot stuff now, spying on our private conversations!” Amy, the MILF, said. She had black hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Behind me, Tina practically spat on me. “You’re a real fucking pervert! How dare you spy on us!”

And then, they were all yelling at once. Yelling and shaking fists, and threatening to beat my ass.

I couldn’t have defended myself if I wanted to. There was no way I’d ever even get a word in. So instead, I just stood there. Waiting for them to finish.

For some reason, this only infuriated them more. It was only a matter of time, and sure enough, seconds later I was getting pelted with blows, a mix of slaps and fists raining down on me. Don’t think for a second that it didn’t hurt.

“GIRLS! GIRLS!” it was Sharon’s voice, booming over the cacophony of yells. They gradually quieted down, continuing to glare at me heatedly.

“We’ve got a delicate situation here,” Sharon continued. “On one hand, we’ve got a snoop and a pervert.” They all eyed me with hate.

“On the other,” she went on, “we’ve just assaulted an employee.” Indeed, my face was bloodied. I’d almost definitely get a black eye out of this.

“He deserved it!” Tina said. The other girls all agreed loudly.

“Which is more provable?” Sharon asked. “After all, he’s the one with the bruises.”

“Why’d he get those bruises?” Amy asked.

“It’s his word against ours,” Sharon reminded them.

“That’s six against one,” a bigger girl named Linda said. “They have to believe us.”

“Six against one,” Sharon echoed. Six girls assault one lowly IT guy. Who do you think the victim will be?”

“Shit,” Amy said, suddenly seeing what Sharon was getting at.

“So what do we do?!” Tina demanded. “I can’t lose this job!”

Throughout all this, I was still nursing my head, trying to casually wipe the blood from my scratches. Suddenly, all eyes were on me.

“What do we know for sure?” Sharon asked the others. The question seemed to confuse them, so she went on. “We know the IT guy is a pervert. So, let’s pay for his silence. And how best to pay a pervert than to let him service us as we need it.”

The other ladies weren’t quite getting it.

“You mean we’ll pay him by making him our sex slave?” It was Linda, the bigger girl.

“Oh my god….” Amy was starting to see the potential.

Sharon turned to me with an icy cold stare. Somehow, I sensed she wasn’t too upset though, sensed that she had gotten exactly what she was after.

“IT boy, do you agree to let us pay for your silence by letting you service us? Or shall we confess to the boss that six girls beat you up?”

I sighed deeply. In truth, I was just as trapped as them. I was working on a degree in IT, and I needed this job, this experience as much as they did. Somehow, I knew that even if they confessed, I’d get fired for sexual harassment.

I looked around at them bleakly. Slowly nodded my head.

There was an audible sigh of relief around the room, and then someone literally cheered. I think it was Amy. Regardless, it broke the tension and then everyone was laughing, giggling, dispersing.

I retreated to the back office, mulling over my fate for the next few hours. After awhile, Sharon showed up with a calendar.

“The girls and I decided it best to mark appointments on a calendar. We’ve each chosen a day we need servicing and written in our names. See these symbols?”

She pointed next to her name, aptly scheduled for tomorrow. There was a heart.

“Each lady will mark a symbol to let you know what kind of service she requires. The heart represents oral. A star represents traditional, vaginal sex. A happy face represents anal.”

“What’s the question mark?” I asked, noticing Amy had written in three on her day.

Sharon smiled devilishly. “That means she’ll let you know when you get there.”

There were other symbols too, but I figured I’d learn them as I went.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, IT boy,” Sharon said teasingly, and swished out of the room.

God, I was in so much trouble!

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The next evening when I got to work, my boss chewed me out. Why hadn’t I finished wiring those network jacks? Didn’t I know there were day shift workers needing those cubicles? Did I really want to keep working here, because it didn’t look like it.

I don’t even think he noticed that I had a black eye. Needless to say, I got really busy really quick. So intent was I on wiring up the cubicles that I actually kind of forgot about my “appointment.”

Sharon hadn’t forgotten though. There I was, on my back under the cubicle desk, when she walked up to where I was working.

“You’re late, IT boy,” she said. All I could see from my vantage point was her flats and the bottom of her skirt, a long flowery thing that ended at her ankles.

“What do you want me to do here?” I asked her. “I’ve got work to do. You heard the boss chewing me out, right?”

Sharon actually kicked me! “Yes,” she said. “And now it’s your turn to chew me out…..literally.”

I slid out from under the desk, eyeing her to see if she was serious. She held a leveled gaze down at me.

“Are we seriously gonna do this?” I asked her. “I mean, seriously?” She looked to only be getting angrier.

“Look,” I said, “No one’s going to tell on no one. You all just go back to whatever it is that you all do, and I’ll do what I do. Nothing happened. Life goes on. End of story.”

Sharon kicked me in the nuts. Hard. I crumpled up in pain, groaning as I rolled around.

“Now I know you’ve got a lot of work to do,” Sharon said as if she hadn’t just murdered my dick with her foot. “And I don’t want you to get behind. So, I’ll let you service me right here. That way you can finish up with me and get right back to your busy evening.”

She pulled an office chair over, pulled her skirt up past her waist, and plopped down in the seat, legs spread wide.

She was wearing a pair of sheer black nylons that ended at her upper legs. There, her milky thighs spilled out, marking a direct route to her crotch where a pair of shiny red panties concealed her pleasure spot.

She patted it seductively. “Come on, IT boy. Eat up. Don’t want you to get too far behind.”

I was still recovering from being kicked in the groin, but I sat up slowly, moved into position between her legs.

Goddammit. What the hell kind of game was this?

Sharon was done playing. She grabbed the back of my head, pulled hard. Her wheeled chair actually slid forward, and suddenly my nose was buried in her panties.

“OH GOD!” I yelled in surprise. That brought footsteps.

I tried to squirm away, not wanting to get caught like this, but Sharon held me tightly up next to her.

I could feel the heat of her pussy, emanating through her panties. I could feel her wetness, seeping through the cloth. And I could smell her musky scent with just a hint of sweet smelling body spray.

“Eat up, IT boy,” she commanded, just as the other girls turned the corner to see.

“OH. MY. GOD.” It was Amy, mother of three.

“Oh that’s disgusting!” I recognized the big girl Linda’s voice.

“I didn’t think he’d actually do it….” Tina said. “He IS a fucking pervert!”

There were other hushed cries, and then a kind of awkward silence fell over them as they watched me stuck there with my nose pressed up tight against Sharon’s puss.

Still holding the back of my head, she took her other hand and slapped my cheek playfully. “They’re waiting IT boy. Show them what you can do.”

Utterly humiliated, but forced to comply, I moved my mouth on her crotch, feeling for her lips and clit through her panties. Sharon moaned deeply, intensely. Her wetness almost immediately passed through the the cloth and onto my mouth.

I pulled away and it strung from my lips, connecting her opening to my face. There were mixed gasps from the girls, some of disgust, some of growing interest and fascination.

“We’re gonna have to speed this show up if you’re going to get your other work done tonight,” Sharon said.

She pulled her panties aside, her bright pink labia lips suddenly exposed, her hole dark and inviting.

It was my first time being face to face with a real pussy. It took my breath away, broke me out into a sweat, but there was no time to process it all before Sharon was shoving my face back up to her.

Her pussy hit my face, my mouth and nose, like a warm apple pie. Her wetness was all over me. Her scent was intoxicating. She moved herself up and down, all around, humping my face, and crying out with pleasure.

“See ladies,” she said, panting. “Perverts aren’t so bad to have around.”

My nose was buried in her clit. My mouth alternated sucking on first one pussy lip, then the other. My mouth pressed up tight against her hole. I allowed my tongue to venture inside.

“OH! SHIT!” Sharon yelled. “He’s good, girls. Real good!”

She put both hands on the back of my head, pulled at my hair, hard. I fucked her with my tongue, pushed it in and out of her like it was my dick. I licked her lips, tasted her entire pussy.

“Oh gaaaaaaawd,” she moaned.

I moved upward, suddenly finding her clit with my tongue. I squeezed it between my lips, began flicking at it with my tongue as she seemed to react to it.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” Sharon’s cries were inaudible now as she started to come.

I had a moment of panic, not knowing what would happen. Would she explode all over my face? Would I get a mouth full of cum? Would there be blood?

I tried to pull my face away, but she was cumming and not gonna let me go for a second. She clamped her pussy lips to my mouth, ground down on me hard, and suddenly yelled out like she was going to battle.

“OHHHHHAAAAAWWWWOOHHHH!”

It would have been amusing out of context, but hearing that yell as she held me to her and came all over my face…..it got me hard as a rock.

Afterward, she just kind of held me to her, enjoying the feel of my hot breath on her lips and clit. Gradually, she let go. I pulled away, intending to compose myself only to meet the stunned gaze of five other women.

They were staring at me like I was the fucking holy grail. There was awkward silence for just a fraction of a second. And then……

“Who’s got the fucking calendar?!” Amy asked. Five women raced off loudly, each eager to be the next to sign up for a servicing from the night shift IT guy.

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