Desktop Service

Desktop Service

It’s late – after 8:00 pm, and I am still at my desk – working late as usual. Focused on the document I am working on, I think I am alone in the office. My back is to the opening of my cubicle, the walls too high to see anyone approaching, and I am too preoccupied with my work to hear anything going on around me.

As I continue to type, my mind drifts to a conversation I had earlier in the day. It was a very sexy discussion, lots of flirting, playing, sexual innuendo – FUN! I replay the conversation in my mind, feeling my muscles relax, the heat coursing through me.

I reach up and grasp my breast, rolling my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My eyes close and I lean back in my chair, running my other hand down my thigh. Realizing where I am, I stop what I am doing, but remain relaxed, my eyes closed, a smile on my face.

Suddenly, I feel as if I am being watched. I sit up straight in my chair, spin around and see you standing in the opening of my cube. You are wearing a shit eating grin – as if you know I was replaying our conversation. Knowing that you brought me to touch myself.

I ask how long you’ve been there. You reply smugly – long enough to know what you need. I collapse in the chair – knowing I was caught and not seeing any point in hiding it.

You move forward, like a jungle cat, hunger in your eyes, unzipping your pants as you get closer. I tell you that we shouldn’t be doing this – we might get caught. I am nervous, very aware of every noise around me, jumping when the phone at a nearby desk rings.

You assure me that we will not be caught – there is no one left on this floor – no one to hear us, no one to see us and the security guard not due for another round for at least an hour.

I cannot resist you – your dark eyes lure me in, your voice soft and soothing, with a hint of lust – a powerful combination. I turn in my chair and spread my legs so you can stand between them.

I reach up, pulling the open flaps of your pants apart. I reach inside your jockeys and pull out your power strip. You let out a small moan and place your hand on the back of my head, pushing me closer.

You are still soft, loose in my hand, waiting to be kissed. I kiss the skin all around him, licking you, your scent is a combination of soap and male musk – intoxicating me, driving me to drag my tongue to the head of your maleness.


I brace myself with one hand grasping each of your thighs, holding on to you as I sink my mouth over your flaccid cock. I am able to take him in my mouth completely – something I could not normally do. My lips are flush against your skin, my tongue licking your dick, swirling it around my mouth, feeling him grow.

As you begin to harden in my mouth, I slide my lips back to the tip, looking up to see your face. Your eyes are closed, your mouth open, sucking in a breath and letting out a soft barely audible moan. Satisfied, I close my eyes and go back to work.

Taking you back into my mouth, I close my lips around the base, riding back up as if I were sucking on a straw. You are nearly hard. I stop at the tip of your cock, flicking my tongue over that most sensitive spot where your head comes to a V – licking and tickling the flesh there until I feel him moving against my lips.

I take the head back into my mouth – just the tip, sucking and licking like an all day sucker – you taste so sweet. As I suck harder and take more of you in, you become very hard, like pink steel in my mouth. I can no longer control my need to have you – to feel you explode in my mouth, to swallow your nectar, to hear you call my name in ecstasy.

Your fingers are moving over my head now, messing up my hair, and driving me on. Your dick is pulsing in my mouth – the head swollen and straining as I slide my hands over it and catch my breath.

My lips are swollen and wet – my eyes dreamy as I reach out with my tongue to tease you. My fingers wrapped at the base of your cock direct him to my mouth and I lock my lips around it, flattening my tongue and gliding back and forth from base to tip.

I want to see you come, so I sit up in my chair, gripping you hard in my hand, wrapping you fully and squeezing gently. Your cock is slick with my spit and my hand slides easily from tip to base. I circle the head with the flattened palm of my hand as I come to the top, then slide back down, gripping you hard.

You start to breathe erratically, your voice shaky when you say “Almost there – get ready, I’m gonna come…….”. I am ready – leaning towards you, still stroking with my hand while my tongue licks the head.

I hear you gasp as you grab my head and push my mouth over your engorged member – pumping my mouth full of warm, thick cum. You are coming so hard I cannot swallow it fast enough – a drop drips from the corner of my mouth as you let out a VERY satisfied groan.

I continue to suck, gently tugging every last drop from you – not wanting to lose any. When I am sure that you are spent, I close my mouth over you and move back to the tip, licking him clean. As I sit back in my chair, my tongue flicks out and catches the missed drop – letting you see how much I love the taste of you.