Namrata Shared at the Office Orgy

At 10:15 Namrata Wadia, a bookkeeper for Singhania & Associates, got up from her desk and took off her skirt. After considering things, she took off her nylons and panties too. That felt better. Smoothing down her sweater, she sat back at her desk and went back to the spreadsheet she’d been working on.

“What are you doing?” Chandrima, her co-worker hissed, looking at her in shock. “You’re naked!”

Namrata looked at her, a confused look on her face. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m getting comfortable. You should try it.”

“But you… your skirt…” Chandrima’s voice trailed off as the tall, lithesome hottie ignored her.

A few minutes later, though, Chandrima took off her slacks and panties. She wasn’t sure why, it just felt… right.

At noon the two friends walked down the hall to the lunchroom. A couple of men whistled, and there were scathing looks and whispers from the women, but Namrata and Chandrima ignored them. By the time they had finished lunch two other women had removed their skirts and panties, and one of the girls from the Mailroom left carrying her jeans over her arm.

At the end of the day Namrata put on her skirt and went home, not thinking anything more about it. The next day, however, she hung her skirt next to her coat on the rack in the corner. She’d left her panties and nylons at home; why bring something she wasn’t going to wear. She brought a towel, though, and she spread that across the plastic of the chair when she sat down.

Chandrima did pretty much the same thing, and as the morning went on they noticed that all of the other women in the office had done the same thing. Everyone was wearing a blouse or sweater, though.

Namrata found herself staring at the women. She’d never really looked at other women when she saw them in the locker room of her gym, not consciously, not since college, but now she couldn’t keep her eyes away. Some women had trimmed their pubic hair, wearing it as a little strip in line with their slits. Some, a few, had completely shaved it off, walking around as bare as a 10 year-old. Others sported a complete delta, and Pratima, the girl from the Mailroom, had trimmed hers so it looked like a little heart. Nobody seemed to care that they were naked from the waist down.

The men didn’t know what to do or how to react. They tried not staring, but with so much pussy visible it was hard not to. In the morning staff meeting Namrata noticed how the men kept shifting and adjusting the way they were sitting. She felt smug. The men were trying so hard not to show their hard-ons, but it was obvious something was tenting the front of their pants.

Two days later Dinesh Bottleopenerwala, the comptroller, took off his shirt and tie. He was buff anyway, and Namrata licked her lips when she saw how his pants stretched across his butt. His pants were tight in front, too, and she could see a noticeable bulge. During her morning coffee break he was behind her in line to use the microwave, and she accidentally on purpose turned sharply, her hand hitting his cock with her hand. She paused a moment, feeling his stiff member, and gazing into his eyes. She felt a shiver of heat go through her. She hadn’t felt like this since her honeymoon six years before, and it was obvious he felt the same way.

“There’s that bed in the Ladies Room,” she murmured. She couldn’t help it, she moulded her hand against his hardness. “Shall we?”

He wet his lips. “I—I… sure.”

He kept looking around as she pulled into the Ladies Room. There was a room with a couple of beds next to the main toilet, and when the door closed behind them Namrata unzipped his pants. After a moment of work, she pulled his cock out. As she’d expected, it was already hard. It filled her hand, and had a large, bulbous pink head.

She stroked him as she pressed her body up against his. His hand went up to cup her breast. He was acting as if he’d never been near a woman before. She knew he was married and had three kids, so his confusion puzzled her. She decided she needed to assure him in the most direct way possible.

She knelt and sucked his cock. He jerked, surprised. Namrata pulled back, licking her lips. He tasted salty and a little flat, but definitely better than the one time she’d sucked off her husband. She took him again, swallowing him all the way until she felt the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat.

When she pulled back his eyes were glazed. She turned around, reached between her legs, and guided him into her moist heat.

That he seemed to understand. He instinctively pushed forward, and Namrata hissed as he slid into her with one powerful thrust. She began pushing back at him, and after a few seconds he put his hands on her hips. She closed her eyes. This felt way better than her husband ever had. He was touching every sensitive nerve in her channel, and each thrust sent a wave of heat through her.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered.

“It’s all you men showing off your bodies,” she said, and then blinked in surprise. Where had that come from? Sure, she’d thought that, and she’d certainly admired some of the tighter butts she’d seen in the office, but she’d never dared speak them.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, liking how it made him feel even bigger than he was. She was getting all wound up. She could almost feel him cumming, and the idea excited her. She slipped her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself. That felt so hot, hotter than she could ever remember getting, even when she read some of those trashy romances. If this was what she could get at the office she’d have perfect attendance from now on!

Dinesh began to speed up, slapping his tummy against her bottom. Each thrust felt like it was aimed at her throat from the other direction, and she began to moan. She was getting so close she could almost feel it. And she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. She could feel how his fingers were digging into her hips. The one time she and her husband had done it this way his fingers had gripped her just before he had cum.

Dinesh reared back, catching his breath, holding himself deep inside her. Namrata felt the first jets of his cum splashing inside her, and it sent her over the top. She came in one white hot wave of pleasure after another. She heard somebody moaning, and realized it was her.

He finally ran down and pulled back, barely able to keep his feet. Namrata sat on the bed, her own legs wobbly. After she caught her breath she reached for his cock.

“No,” Dinesh said, trying to fend her off. “I… can’t… no.”

“Relax,” she said. She took his cock in her mouth, licking him clean. She rolled her juices across her tongue, tasting herself for the first time. Not bad, she concluded. Certainly not what I thought it would taste like.

When she had him cleaned up she tucked him back in his shorts and zipped up his pants. “Ready to go?” she asked.

“Aren’t you… ?” He gestured at her pussy.

“Aren’t I… what?” She shook her head. “I’ll be along in a minute. Think you could get it up for lunch?”

“I—I don’t know. What did we just do? Look, I… I’ve never cheated on my wife, and…”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “It happened, and it was fun. You did enjoy yourself, didn’t you?” He nodded convulsively. “Then I wouldn’t worry about it.”

He left the Ladies Room with a confused look on his face. Namrata followed, smiling as she felt the wetness of his cum on the top of her thighs. She paused in the lunch room just long enough to grab her bagel and coffee before heading back to her desk.

“Well?” Chandrima asked when Namrata settled back at her desk. “How was he?”

“A little hesitant,” Namrata replied, sipping her coffee. “He came pretty well, though. Nice thick cock. You should try it.”

Chandrima smiled. “Maybe I will. You know, we need some place other than the Ladies Room. There are only two beds in there, certainly not enough for the whole office.”

“I know. Maybe we should bring that up at the next staff meeting.”

Lunch was more of the same, though she and Bob from accounting had to wait for somebody to finish using one of the beds. The room smelled of sex, and knowing that there were others who wanted to use the place, they hurried. The trouble was, he was long-lasting. He was long in another way, and the first time he put it in her she thought he would come out her mouth. She certainly had no objections, though, and as they left she mentioned the lack of beds.

“You know,” he said, “there’s that spare room where we store odds and ends right next to the break room. And we could probably convert one of the conference rooms. We have four of them, but only use two of them.”

“Let’s bring that up tomorrow in the staff meetings,” she said. She ran her fingers over his butt. “I think it would be a terrific idea.”

He slipped his fingers down to her slit, gently rubbing her clit. “Yeah, I think people will go for it.”

Jagdish from Customer Service seemed a little tired during the afternoon break. But he was manfully up for the challenge, and left them both satisfied. As Namrata pulled on her skirt at the end of the day she realized she’d had more sex in one day than she’d had with her husband since their honeymoon. She smiled at the memory of those passion-filled days in Acapulco. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and had only left their hotel room to rest.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Chandrima said as she pulled on her own skirt. “I haven’t had this much cock in years. I’m kind of glad I didn’t wear slacks today. I’m a little tender down there, and the seam of my slacks would drive me up the wall.”

“And we’ll have more tomorrow,” Namrata said, licking her lips in anticipation. “See you then.”

That night she surprised her husband, and in the morning he had that goofy grin on his face that she hadn’t seen since their honeymoon. She thought about it as she sat on the bus on her way to work. She wondered what was going on, not that she was complaining. She’d never had this much sex in her life, and she was wondering how she had done without it.

Management approved of additional beds, though they pointed out there would never be enough for everyone. Nobody seemed to mind, and the supervisors rearranged everyone’s schedule so their coffee breaks and lunches were spread out a little more. They also brought in a laundry service for the towels, which was very popular.

“I wonder what’s going on?” Namrata asked Prateek, one of the company’s computer geeks. It was a couple of weeks later, and they’d just spent an enjoyable 30 minutes of their lunch hour seeing how far into her he could push his cock. Pretty far, it turned out, and she’d cried in happiness when she’d felt his cum bathing her insides.

“I’m not sure,” Prateek replied, “but I’m not objecting. I haven’t gotten laid this much, ever.”

“Neither have I,” Namrata said. She smiled as he nuzzled between her breasts. “But I never thought an office job could be so much fun, either.”

“Productivity is way up,” he said. He kissed her nipples until they stiffened up. “I ran the numbers for the boss this morning, and our Work in Progress file is nearly zero, mistakes are almost non-existent, and sick leave has pretty much vanished.”

“They say that happens when morale is high.”

He chuckled. “You mean this could all be some insidious management plot to make us work harder?”

“Oh, probably, but I’m not going to object.” She reached between them. His cock hadn’t gone all of the way back down, and when she rubbed it against her slit she could feel it stiffening up.

“Think we have time for another go round?”

“I hope so,” she said. “It’d be a shame for you to leave here with a hard-on.” She bent down and began licking him. In the last two weeks she’d gotten used to the smell of her juices mixed with a guy’s. It was a heady aroma that made her pussy tingle.

She licked Prateek until he was hard, and then rolled him over and mounted him, hissing in pleasure as his cock sliding into her. She couldn’t believe she’d gone whole weeks without this wonderful feeling. Certainly her husband couldn’t complain. Now they were making love three to four times a week, which was a lot better than the once or twice a month they had grown used to. She was the aggressor better than half the time, and she’d been surprised to learn that her husband liked that. She liked being the active one, able to move and guide him just how she needed for her own pleasure; she’d learned that men were fairly automatic and could be relied upon to cum if you gave them enough pussy.

Prateek cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them until they were long dark buds that shot sparks through her. She concentrated on where they were joined, and practiced gripping him with her newly found pussy muscles; she hadn’t realized she had muscles down there that could be trained until she’d found reference to it in one of the books the company librarian had acquired in last few days. Since then she’d practiced her exercises several times a day. The men had even taken to complimenting her on her ‘snapper’. Of course word got around, and soon every gal in the office was toning her pussy muscles.

She shuddered through an orgasm, and then concentrated on bringing Prateek off. He finally came, thrusting up into her and groaning his pleasure as his seed splashed against her cervix. She cleaned him up, just like she did with every guy, sucking the last of his man cream from his cock before tucking it in his tight pants.

She wondered about that as she fastened her bra and buttoned up her blouse. The guys in other offices in their building were still normally dressed: slacks and white shirt and tie with a sport coat; if they were in management they wore a suit. Not in their office, though. Here every guy was bare to the waist and wore pants that looked painted on. And the gals, were bare from the waist down. Some wore sweaters, others blouses of one kind or another. Everyone wore shoes, of course, but there was more pussy flashed than anywhere outside of a nudist camp. And the pussies themselves had undergone a transformation. More than half of the women had completely shaved and now looked as bare as they had when they’d been 10 years old. Certainly nobody sported the full beaver any more. A few of the more adventuresome gals had trimmed their hair like Pratima from the Mailroom, but the rest had settled for a single strip in line with her slit. One girl, Deepika from the Customer Support Desk, had even trimmed her pussy hair into an arrow that pointed at her pussy, as if guys needed directions on how to find it.

Namrata shaved her pussy every morning now, which was another thing. She’d never thought of the area down there as her ‘pussy’ before. That word had somehow seemed slightly naughty. The most she’d been able to use before was ‘her sex’. But now she openly spoke of it, just as she spoke of the other places on her body. Two days before, during the middle of a staff meeting, one of the girls had casually mentioned some guy’s cock, and nobody had thought anything of it, not even Mrs. Haggerty in HR who used to be so down on anything sexual.

She smiled. Of course Mrs. Haggerty was not the one to talk, not any more. She’d discovered she liked taking it up the ass—another word Namrata knew she never would have used before—and even liked taking men two at a time, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Mrs. Haggerty had just sent around a list of the new benefits HR had added to their Benefits Package. Namrata spotted two: the company would now pay 100% of all birth control, and maternity benefits were now paid at 100% instead of the previous 80%. And the $500 co-pay and $400 deductible were now things of the past.

“I wonder who’s pregnant?” Chandrima said when she read that. “Probably somebody important.”

She got her answer a week later. Mrs. Haggerty and two others, including one of the executives, were now expecting. Namrata could understand the executive. Mrs. Johnson was in her late 20s and attractive, and had been talking about kids for some time. But Mrs. Haggerty? She was 51, and everyone thought she had gone through the Change in Life. Obviously not.

The next day Namrata saw an entry in the Accounts Payable that puzzled her. ‘Grant to Dr. Henry Fulmer’. Puzzled, she took it down the hall to Ms. Singhania, the CEO.

Ms. Singhania wasn’t at her desk. Namrata heard noises from Ms. Singhania’s conference room, and investigated. There was a couch in the corner, and Ms. Singhania was on her back, her legs in the air. Aarati, her Admin, was sitting on her face while Tushaar from Shipping & Receiving put it to her. Tushaar and Aarati were kissing and running their hands all over each other.

I didn’t realize she liked girls, Namrata thought, watching Aarati writhe. Something about the idea of a girl sticking her tongue up inside her made her excited. She’d have to try it sometime, but not now.

Tushaar finally came, and that set Aarati off. She made several little “ah-ah-ah” noises as she came. She put her hand over her pussy and collapsed to one side, breathing hard. Ms. Singhania finally sat up, breathing hard. She kissed Aarati and Tushaar before fumbling around for her blouse.

Namrata waited impatiently next to Aarati’s desk. She felt hotter than she had in a couple of days, and couldn’t wait to see who she could hook up with over lunch. She idly caressed her breasts, thinking about it.

Aarati smiled when she saw Namrata. “Go on in,” she said. “She has a few minutes before her next meeting.”

Ms. Singhania was getting dressed when Namrata approached her desk. She paused, though, to look at what Namrata had brought her.

“Oh, that. Go ahead and approve it. Dr. Mukherjee is an old family friend, and I’d agreed I’d take care of him. The University won’t let me hire him away, but they agreed I could list him as a Consultant.”

“What’s he do?” Namrata asked, making a note to approve the expenditure. Ms. Singhania was a tall, bony woman who had seemed like a Grade A Bitch when they’d met. Now she saw curves, make-up, and a relaxed informality around the woman.

“He does something with lab rats,” Ms. Singhania said. “I’m not sure if it’s medicine or running them through mazes. Anyway, approve it when you see it. There’ll be a monthly expenditure at the same rate.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Namrata said, and returned to her desk. As she passed one of the telemarketers she started flirting with him. He responded by sweeping her up against the wall and kissing her. His lips tasted good, and she liked the way his hand felt on her butt.

“Whatcha doing later?” she murmured.

“For lunch? Nothing much.”

“How about joining me?”

“Sounds great.”

Namrata put an extra sway in her hips as she walked down the hall. She had started working out, and now had a figure, more of a figure than she’d had, she had a steady diet of cock for her constantly hot pussy, and she had all of the male attention she could want. She had a job she loved, even if it revolved around spreadsheets every hour of the day, and she had a happy and exhausted husband at home. What more could a girl want?

——-

In the HVAC room deep in the bowels of the building, Deepika Singhania leaned back against the machinery. “Is this change permanent?” she asked the scientist. Behind her the air conditioning system continued to pump Dr. Mukherjee’s concoction of pheromones and other chemicals into the Singhania offices.

“I think it’s permanent,” Dr. Mukherjee replied. “I don’t see any way for these changes to come undone.”

Deepika nodded. “Let’s continue with this,” she said.

“Will you… what about my pay?” Dr. Mukherjee asked. He was a balding, older man who had written a scholarly article on the chemical basis of human attraction, an article that had been ignored by the mainstream medical world. Only Ms. Singhania had shown any interest in his work, and had even agreed to a practical experiment in tailoring the exact chemical combination to make women sexier and men more interested in them.

“I think we should increase it,” Ms. Singhania said. “It’s a shame the BJP Health Ministry ignored you. I know you need money to fund your work. How about if we arrange a permanent grant for your lab…”

“That would be more than generous!”

“And, of course, a little something extra from me, personally, as a thank-you.”

“I—I… how can I thank you?”

“By continuing your important work, and providing a steady supply of your chemicals for the air conditioning system for my company.”

“Gladly. Gladly.”

Ms. Singhania nodded and led him out of the room, making sure to lock the door behind her. She slipped him a little extra in a plain envelope, and then returned to her office. He had helped her solve several problems at the same time. She had a love life, well, lust life would be more accurate, but at her age she’d settle for that. She had helped Dr. Mukherjee, an old friend of the family who had been about to be retired from the Leelavati Medical Center because he couldn’t get a grant from anyone. And the morale in her company, her pride and joy and the one thing she’d inherited from her father that she truly prized, was sky high.

When she got back to her office she hung her skirt up next to her coat. The day was gray outside her corner office with low-clouds and rain showers. But it was almost break-time, and she was sure there would be some cock ready to give her a good fucking and dispel the gloom of the day.

 

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