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Sex Lectures at Office

“Today’s “Sexy Times” Lunch topic is one I know many people will find helpful.” Ms. Sharma gestured to a woman standing to one side of the room. “Last week’s topic was a primer on cunnilingus. We continue that theme this week with Breasts 101. And presenting this topic is Suchandana from HR.”

Suchandana was an enthusiastic North Eastern girl who was the HR Manager. She smiled out at the crowd, and Naireeta Sharma, sitting in the second row, straightened up. Suchandana usually had good advice, especially when it came to sex.


“I’m sure all you guys have noticed that we women have breasts. The trouble is, when you get us into the sack you sort of play with them, or manhandle them briefly, but that’s it. Today’s workshop is ‘Breasts 101’, to teach you guys what to do.

“For starters, let’s everyone get their tops off. Later, after the workshop, if you want to do more, feel free. But for right now we don’t want you distracted by any other parts of anatomy. And with your tops off, take a seat on the guy next to you’s lap, facing him.”

Naireeta peeled off her top. She didn’t know the guy next to her, though she’d seen him around. But that was the beauty of working at Sharma: the guys were interchangeable. She sat on his lap, facing him. That put her breasts right in front of his face. He gave each of them a kiss.

“I’m Naireeta.”


Suchandana covered the basics, what breasts were, and how they were formed. “Technically speaking, they’re like sweat glands,” Suchandana concluded, “but ones that got lucky.” This produced a wave of laughter all across the room.

“The next thing is the most important. Oxytocin. This naturally occurring chemical has a tremendous effect on the female body, and gets girls excited. The good news is that massaging a woman’s breasts produces it. The more you fondle them, the more oxytocin is produced, and that pays off down the road for everyone.

“All right, now comes the fun part of the discussion, the ‘hands-on’ part. Guys, you’re going to fondle the breasts in front of you, and girls, you’re going to tell him what feels good.

“Start off slow, with gentle pressure on the breasts, caressing them. Most women find this approach to be the most intense. Then, as her excitement builds, increase the simulation with more intense pressure, sucking, pinching, nibbling, etc. The hotter she gets, the more she can handle. Breasts can increase in size about 25 to 30 percent when a woman becomes sexually aroused and can tolerate stronger stimulation. If you’re unsure what to do, encourage her to show you and touch her own breasts; that can be a turn-on for both of you.

“As the breasts continue to receive stimulation, oxytocin continues to be released into the bloodstream. The hormone’s most intense effects occur within the first five minutes after release, but can continue to increase uterine contractions for up to an hour. And the more you stimulate her breasts, the more oxytocin her body releases. The result? Her orgasms will be stronger and feel like they’re affecting her whole body.”

The next few minutes were pure pleasure. Under Suchandana’s guidance Chandra caressed and stroked her breasts until she thought she would burst. She didn’t come—a few women did—but she wanted to mount him right then and there. And when Suchandana ended the workshop, she did.

The entire room was given over to sighs, murmurs, and cries of pleasure. The slightly sweet smell of the air was soon overlaid by the odours of aroused women and hard men. Chandra kept up the stimulation of her breasts. She was sitting on his lap so he couldn’t do much thrusting, but she bounced up and down, wanting to take him deeper, but kind of shivering at how intense everything felt right then. And Suchandana was right. When she came, it was longer and harder than any she’d had in some time, and seemed to take in her whole body.

Finally she slumped against him. He had come too, and they both held on, breathing hard as the recovered their composure.

“I could do that again,” Chandra said, “though I’d like to get you somewhere where we could spend some more time at it.”

She caressed and stroked her breasts. Her nipples were still hard, and after she lifted them, Chandra got the hint and sucked and nibbled.

“I think…” She paused and swallowed. She didn’t want him to stop what he was doing, but she was really turned on, and wanted to do more. “I think we need to find a bed.”

“Us and half the office staff,” he said. “Can we get together at afternoon break?”

She saw the clock on the wall. Lunch was over in five minutes. She was all worked up, and there wouldn’t be any time to do anything.

“I suppose.” She let him take her to the shower. A quick rinse, and she got as dressed as anyone at Sharma: just her blouse and bra.

Nobody knew how the bottomless look had gotten started at Sharma. Originally everyone had been topless, but women, or so she understood, had pointed out that it was unfair to women: they were exposing a lot more. Somebody had the bright idea of reversing it. Oh, you carried a towel for sitting down, and you wore pads during that time of the month, but essentially nobody wore anything below the waist except sandals or slippers.

When she’d started at Sharma, that had been the hardest thing for Naireeta to get used to. After all, there wasn’t any place more private than between your legs. And at Sharma it was out there for everyone to see. The only fair thing was that the men were just as exposed as the women.

The reactions that followed were interesting. Most women trimmed or shaved their bush. She favored the “landing strip”, a thin line of hair in line with her slit. About half the younger women just shaved everything off, leaving them as bare as little girls. That was okay, provided you shaved every day. The older women, those in their 40s and 50s, usually went for more of a matt down there, but in the last year even they had started having fun with it. One of the programmers, for example, was 52, and now trimmed hers in the shape of a heart.

Naireeta got back to her desk, aware of how Chandra’s come was slipping down her leg. She had to stop and wipe it up. Normally come stayed in a girl and only some of it came out. But Chandra hadn’t felt very long, so maybe that was why it was coming out. Naireeta mentioned it to Raveena, one of her co-workers.

“Chandra?” She nodded. “Oh yes, he’s quite a squirter.”

“A squirter?”

“It’s something I’ve noticed. Look, a cock is as long as it is so it can put come right next to your cervix, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, some guys aren’t naturally endowed enough to get that deep. Nature makes up for it by giving them powerful muscles down there. I once wanted Chandra to come on my tummy, so he hauled it out at the last moment. But instead of covering my tummy, his first few spurts hit me in the face. And there’s at least one time I know of when he shot some on to another cot, which had to be a good five feet away. That’s what I mean by a ‘squirter’.”

“I’m impressed.” Naireeta took a tissue and reached between her legs. She wiped carefully, and inspected the results. “It’s all coming out, too.”

“Yeah that happens. I figure the only way he’s going to keep his come inside a girl long enough for her to get pregnant is if she spends at least an hour on her back, or maybe with that part of her elevated. Of course it wouldn’t hurt if she came a couple of times too.”

Naireeta nodded. She had heard about that. There were several feminists who believed a woman’s orgasm didn’t have any other purpose than pleasure, but there was growing evidence that women who climaxed, especially after a guy had unloaded, had a better chance of conceiving. Of course the opposite wasn’t true, you didn’t need her climax to get her pregnant.

“Well, I sort of promised him I’d see him during afternoon break.”

“Well, have fun. In the meantime, what about Server B34? Have you looked at it lately?”

“Should we?”

“I think so.”

Naireeta got her working smock and pants. It was cold in the server room, and by common consent, anyone who went in there was covered from head to toe. It wasn’t very sexy, but neither were goose pimples and turning blue from the chilled air. As she worked, she thought about what she’d learned at the “Sexy Times”.

Breasts were a subject near and dear to her. By the time she was 15 she realized that the lottery of life had come up a loser on breast size for her. On a good day, with a loose tape measure, she needed an A cup. She didn’t have to wear a bra because there was nothing to support, all she had were nipples. She was told that was enough to nurse a baby, but a kid was the last thing on her mind. She wanted curves, and to do that she needed breasts.

Rather than bemoan her fate, the common wisdom was that a girl could be either beautiful or smart, and flat-chested girls were always smart, she did what any self-respecting woman would do. She bought a pair. She worked two jobs, she saved everywhere she could, and when she was 20 she celebrated by getting herself a nice pair of C cup breasts.

She’d also moved, she was sensitive to the gossips, of course, and didn’t want people talking about her sudden increase in chest size. In her new place no one had known the flat Naireeta. As far as they knew she’d always had a chest that size.

The results had been magic. As the speaker was saying, a girl used her boobs to attract a guy. Oh, you did a lot more, but one of the first things a guy saw was a girl’s boobs. You could see it at any party. And in conversation, a girl’s boobs got talked to a lot more than her face, but only if she was well-endowed.

The rest of her had been just as female as anyone else, and more for self-esteem than anything else she’d gotten laid. Guys might be attracted to girls with big boobs, but a girl whom they could lay—she wasn’t easy, but she made sure she was well worth it—got to be very popular. And when you add a figure … She spent more than a few evenings of her college life flat on her back. She also did it on her knees, her side, and any other way she could think of. A book she found in the Restricted Section of the University’s library while she worked there had fired her imagination. There were more ways to do it than she’d imagined.

The jobs had come, but it seemed as if she could have a sex life, or a love life. She wanted both, and then she’d stumbled on Sharma. It was unlike any other company in the world. Here employees routinely had sex during their breaks, and nobody thought it odd! The average girl could get laid twice a day without any effort, and if anyone got jealous, nobody said a thing. That left her free to look for a husband in her private life, because she’d discovered in college that she loved sex.

There were girls in the dorm who didn’t like it. Sex, to them, was almost an imposition. They’d do it to keep the guy they were with, but eventually they moved on. There were a few girls who clearly enjoyed themselves, and they practically had guys lining up. The lesson had been clear: sex was pleasurable, it was supposed to be pleasurable, and a girl who clearly enjoyed what the guy was doing had a much better chance of seeing that boy again.

In her Junior Year she had had a sociology class she had to take for distribution. It was the University’s attempt to pound something other than computers into the heads of the Comp Sci majors. At first she thought it was a whim that led her to interview the hookers who worked in a Nevada brothel, but her questions went far beyond what the professor wanted. She began asking questions about techniques, and how the girls got pleasure from their jobs. That led her to more explorations of her own body, and that led to a tremendous increase in pleasure.

She had trouble remembering the guy’s name, she was pretty sure it was Greg, and he was the first to bed the newly refurbished and educated Naireeta. She had faithfully done her Kegel exercises, she’d spent hours with a mirror in her dorm room touching herself and learning what felt good, and now she applied it.

Pervious guys would come once, dress, and that would be it. Greg got so excited that he got it up a second time. And he lasted and lasted, long enough that she had her first multiple orgasm night. She came three times that night, all while doing it. They’d been all over each other, on top, underneath, side-by-side, doggy style, mutually sucking, and everything else two inventive people could come up with. In the end he’d fallen asleep in her bed, and had to be snuck out the next morning before anyone saw, though not without a repeat performance that left both of them with tired buy happy expressions.

That night had been so much more enjoyable than the others, and a repeat performance in a classroom—she’d deliberately worn a really short skirt to entice him—had been worth it. It was hard but sexy in a weird way to work next to a boy in a lab, and feel his come on your legs.

That had lasted only a couple of weeks, but it was a start. She was careful activities from the other girls in the dorm, though there were a few rumours, but since there were rumours about every girl on her floor, and one or two might even have been true, nothing came of it. And she had fun. It was hard focusing on school when you wanted something male, hard, and several inches long, but she made herself do it. The sex, she told herself time after time, was a tension reliever.

She’d had to get used to a few things that were different at Sharma beyond what you normally saw in an office. A guy standing in the aisle, talking with a girl, was normal; one with an erection jutting out from under his shirt wasn’t. Guys would get stiff, and nobody would be offended by it. On the contrary, more than a few girls, with so many other women available, took that as a compliment. Certainly she did.

There were air vents right next to the door to the server room, and when Naireeta and Raveena emerged and removed their protective suits, they both stopped. The air was warm and smelled of flowers, one of the hallmarks of Sharma. The place always smelled like a florist’s.

“It’s funny,” Raveena said, “but when I’m in there the whole idea of, well, you know, sounds unappetizing. But the moment I get out of the server room, I want it.”

Naireeta chuckled. “Me, too. Right now I could probably trip some guy, and beat him to the floor.”

“Speaking of which, it’s almost break time.”

“Took longer with that server than I thought.”

“Yeah, but the bottleneck is gone.” Raveena turned a monitor around and typed in a few commands. “Response time is way down, and that’s a good thing.”

“It’s what they pay us for. My first job, there was this standard of 0.15 seconds response time.”

“They’re not serious.”

“Oh, they were. And we got it by taking everything else off the network and dedicating an entire enterprise server to that data stream. We only hooked it in to the rest of the server network at night.”

“Doesn’t that … isn’t that, well, doesn’t that sort of fly in the face of a distributed network?”

Naireeta shrugged. “Nobody was happy with that solution, except management. And since they’re paying the bills, we did what we had to do.” She rubbed her arms. “I’m thinking it’s break time.”

Raveena laughed. “Don’t do what I wouldn’t do, or if you do, be sure to tell me all about it.”

“Oh, I will. Tell you, that is.”

Chandra was waiting in the break room. She’d had a chance to do some thinking, and when they stepped next door she got on her hands and knees. Chandra was short, and she liked it deep; guys taking you from behind always felt longer.

It was a good break, and she was in a much better frame of mind when she got back to her cubicle. She buzzed through the rest of her work, and gratefully headed home at the end of the day. She’d learned a few things about herself, she’d solved a technical problem with a guy, and she’d solved a problem with the servers. All in all, it had been worth coming in.

She knew her two roommates considered her a bit of a stick in the mud, never going out to party all that much, and certainly not sleeping over with some guy that she might meet. Instead she put on her two-piece suit and went down to the pool to catch some rays. It was the height of summer, and the pool was secluded from just about everything. That was by choice at their singles apartment building. More than a few heavy make-out sessions had taken place near the pool, and by common consent girls could suntan topless—something that would draw a crowd if the public could see—without any problems.

Naireeta settled on one of the lounge chairs, removed her top, and carefully oiled her skin. Jordan, another girl who worked at Sharma settled in next to her.

“I find this ironic,” Jordan said. “We’re bottomless at work, and topless at home.”

“It is quite a contrast.” She handed Jordan the sunscreen, and settled back to relax. She was still feeling the after effects of that break time with Chandra. She like doggy style because she could ram herself back on the guy while he was thrusting forward. Sex was more fun when both could participate, at least in her opinion. Just lying there felt too passive.

The next morning wasn’t Chandra, but a guy named Saurav. He wanted her on top, and she happily rode up and down on him while he caressed and kissed her breasts. Clearly he had learned something from the “Sexy Times”. And when she came, she had her breast in his mouth as he sucked; that little bite on her nipple had been just enough to send her over the top. She was pretty sure he’d felt her contractions, because he groaned and came just moments later. They drifted back to earth holding on to each other, their breath coming in unison, and their hearts beating together.

“I’m looking forward to the next “Sexy Times”,” he told her as they stood in line for the shower. His hands kept wandering over her body, feeling, caressing, and getting her worked up all over again.

“Oh? What is it this time?” The first “Sexy Times” had been a class on oral sex, how to give it to a woman. The second had been about breasts. She wondered if they’d continue with the foreplay theme.

“It’s about Ball Licking,” he said.

“Ball—oh.” He’d just bent her over slightly, and his stiffening cock was pressing against her ass. “Do you think there’s enough time?”

“Let’s make time.”

Fortunately there was an empty cot, She lay back, her legs open in invitation. Saurav was hard by then, and without much of an attempt at preparation, he guided his length directly into her.

“Much better,” she hissed as she felt his balls nestle against her bottom. “Now give it to me!”

He grinned, and started thrusting. Her whole body shook with each thrust. She heaved back up at him, running her hands over his shoulders, and finally hooking her knees around his hips. She’s spent the last couple of hours dealing with a new server, and right now she needed something as far from electronic devices as she could find. Saurav’s body certainly qualified.

He’d come only a few minutes before, so this slowed down his next climax. She didn’t have that physical problem. She rode up on him for all she was worth, and had a climax that left marks on his shoulders form where she’d held on. He finally arched backwards, driving as deep as he could before spending. When he’d finally finished groaning and shaking, she pulled him down for a kiss.

“That took longer than normal,” Raveena said when Naireeta got back to her desk.

“What is it about kissing a guy who just fucked your brains out that feels so good?” Naireeta asked.

“Hah. Yeah, it does. Never understood why, either. It’s like you’re taking everything the guy’s got.”

“Yeah, at both ends.” She drew a deep breath and rubbed the back of her neck. “It was great.”

“I like these “Sexy Times”s,” Raveena said after a bit. “The sex is always a lot better afterwards. Of course the guys will be insufferable after we learn to lick their balls properly.”

“I think of it as helping them reload,” Naireeta said. She giggled. “That means breaks are apt to be longer.”

“Have to watch that.” Raveena giggled in turn. “Can you see the memo? Employees are allowed to have sex only once during a break.”

“never happen,” Naireeta said. “Though, come to think of it…”

“Yeah, it just might. Next week should be a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.” She thought of Saurav’s balls. They didn’t seem over-large, but it was hard to tell. He certainly produced enough come that they probably ere larger than normal. How much would they make if she stimulated them?

“I think,” she said slowly, “that I may want to see Saurav again, and this time away from work.”

“Leave some for the rest of us,” Raveena said.