Brian the IT Guy

by Arcana Culler

Copyright© 2015 by Arcana Culler

Erotic Sex Story: Brian is the only person in the IT department. A bit of a pervert, he likes to look down the shirts and up the dresses of the people at work. That is until 3 of the women decide to turn the tables on him. And then he likes it even more. (No sex. Just some Oral, Male on Female.)

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   Fiction   FemaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Leg Fetish   Workplace   .

"Hello, this is Brian in IT. How can I help you?" I asked after picking up the ringing phone. It was only nine in the morning, who had already messed up their computer?

"Hello, Brian," "said lovely voice I immediately recognized.

"Hello Mrs. Miller. What can I do for you today?" Oh man what was it now? This was the fourth time this week she had called with something wrong with her computer. Not that I really minded all that much that I would have to go to her cubicle to fix her computer. First it would get me out of my tiny room that I sat in all alone, as I was the only IT guy here at the branch office of the company I worked for. And two, I quite enjoyed looking at Mrs. Miller even if she was old enough to be my mom. In fact I knew she had two daughters my age. But even so, she had taken care of herself and always dressed up for work with a nice fitting woman's business skirt and jacket.

"Could you come and look at my computer again. I can't get Outlook to open," she said.

"Yes, I'll be right there, Mrs. Miller."

"Oh thank you, you're such a dear."

I hung up and left my office and headed upstairs towards Mrs. Millers cubicle. I always liked getting out if my little room even if it was to fix stupid little problems that most people could have done themselves. It was a nice excuse to be able to talk, rather see people. I wasn't much good at the talking part. I had always found it hard, never knowing what to say. Though if someone was talking to me I could usually answer, it was extremely daunting to go up to a random person and start up a conversation. For that matter I found it hard to talk to people I knew.

I got to Mrs. Millers cubicle and leaned over the edge and peered down at her. She was a beautiful older lady with bright blues eyes. I was sure she dyed her hair, but still the red brown color looked great on her. But even with her motherly manners I still found her to be a bit intimidating.

But the best part of seeing her was that usually she had the top two buttons of her blouse undone and if I looked right sometimes I could see down her shirt and see her rounded bosom being held in place by a fancy bra. And today was no let down. As I looked over the edge of her cubicle I could she right down her shirt and could make out the edge of a black lace bra hiding under her blue blouse.

"Hello, Brian," she said looking up at me and smiling.

"Um. Hi Mrs. Miller." I stuttered, hoping she hadn't caught me looking down her shirt.

"Thanks for coming so quick."

"Sure thing," I replied trying not to let me gaze wander down from her face.

"Do I need to move?"

"Um. No I think you are fine there." I stepped into her cubicle behind her so as not to tempt fate farther. I reached over her and grabbed the mouse. Plus this was I could look down her shirt from behind and as always the view was just as good from behind. Sometimes I just loved my job.

I tried Outlook and like she said it wouldn't open. Then I tried an internet browser to see if the computer was connected to the internet. It wasn't. Nine times out of ten the Ethernet cable had been kicked and knocked out of its plug. Whoever had installed the computer here had done a piss poor job of laying out the wiring. I mean who puts a plug right were someone would kick it. And it would cost too much to have an electrician come and move everything.

"I think I need to look under your desk, Mrs. Miller."

I stepped out of the way to let her back up. She stayed in her chair but scooted backwards. She always wore a skirt that landed just at her knees and black stocking, the kind with a line on the back that ran perfectly up the back of her leg, with a pair of black high heeled pumps to finish it off. And that smooth shiny material always drew my eye. I couldn't help but image that the rest of her legs look as good as the parts I could see. Visions of thigh-high stockings with a black garter belt and black panties filled my eyes.

"Brian?" Mrs. Miller's voice jolted me out of my daydream and I got down on my hands and knees and crawled under the desk. Just as I had thought, the Ethernet plug was knocked loose. I didn't plug it back in yet for a couple reasons. I didn't want it to seem too easy to fix the problem and lose my opportunity to get out of my office, and plus the view from under the desk was sometimes as good as the view from the top.

Out of the corner of my eye I could just make out her left leg as it disappeared under her skirt. I took a quick glance as I didn't want to seem to obvious. I might have imagined it but I thought I might have caught a glimpse of pearly white flesh hidden far up her skirt. I could feel my cock getting hard as I imagined what I might have seen. I fiddled around under the desk hoping to get another glimpse but unfortunately I didn't get one.

After a few minutes I finally plugged the cable back into and backed out from under then desk. I tried the internet and it worked and then tried Outlook and Mrs. Millers emails showed up again.

"Oh you fixed it. Thank you so much," she said.

"You're welcome," I said as I stood up and looked down at her in the chair. I got another quick glance at her cleavage before hurrying back to my office.

I spent a few hours checking up on the network before someone else called me for help. Mrs. Sullivan seemed had the same problem as Mrs. Miller had earlier. Her internet wasn't working and had called me to come fix it.

I got to her cubicle to find Mrs. Sullivan playing on her cell phone. She was maybe in her late thirty's, maybe ten years older than I was. I didn't think she was married or anything, but didn't know for sure either way.

She was wearing a fitted navy knitted sweater dress thing with a low cut V-neck top and a hem that fell to mid-thigh, and to top it all off brown high heeled fuck-me boots. I loved her long blonde hair that fell to her mid back in curls and eyes that looked green in certain light. She didn't have large breasts but I knew certain she had a great ass even though I couldn't see it at the moment.

"Hi, Mrs. Sullivan," I said as I peered over her cubicle wall.

"Oh Brian, you got here quick." She said.

"I aim to please, Mrs. Sullivan."

"I told you to call me Barbra."

"Yes. Mrs. Sullivan."

"Oh Brian, Brian. What am I going to do with you." She smiled. It seemed like she was flirting with me but I never felt all that comfortable around women so wasn't really sure. "Well at the very least come over here and fix my computer."

"Yes, ma'am." I said as I walked into her cubicle and behind her chair. I leaned over her and took hold of her mouse and tried to open a browser. Yup, no internet. I opened the network configuration window and saw it wasn't connected to the internet.

I couldn't help but glance down her open shirt. She didn't have much cleavage going on but I could see her firm round globes framed in the V-neck of her dress. I took a moment to admire what I could see.

"Well looks like I need to get under your computer." I said knowing it was the plug all along.

She scooted back in her chair so I could access under her desk. For the second time today I found myself crawling under a women's desk. As I did I couldn't help but admire the toned thigh of her leg as it was framed by the hem of her skirt and the top of her boot.

I spent a few minutes fiddling with the plugs before turning my head to look back at her. "I think I got it," I said as I found myself looking at a wonderful treat. I couldn't imagine that she knew how her legs were positioned, but for a moment they were spread wide open and I got a nice view of a pair of pink panties framed by her toned thighs. I felt myself get instantly hard as I drank in the sight before me.

I crawled out from under the desk, trying to hide my boner, as she thanked me profusely. As I headed back to my office, I couldn't believe my luck. Today seemed like the perfect day. I had already gotten a great view of two different ladies today. Though I did fell extremely horny now and couldn't wait to get home tonight to play with myself. I had a fetish for up the skirt pictures and had a few dozen favorites on my home computer that I enjoyed. With them and what I had seen today I knew I would have a good time tonight.

Lunch time came and went and I still couldn't get those pink panties out of my mind. It was all I could do not to pull up some porn on my work computer and wipe out my cock right there. I was sure I could get away with bypassing the porn filter and no one would be the wiser. But I didn't like to tempt fate so I restrained myself.

It was close to two in the afternoon when I got my third call of the day. I instantly recognized the bubbly voice on the other end to be Alison, a new girl at the firm who was hired just out of college. She might have been two or three year younger than me. She was an easy going blonde bimbo type. I knew she had to be smarter then she appeared but some days it was too easy to overlook that fact by the way she dressed.

She was the complete opposite of Mrs. Miller, who I had helped earlier in the day. Where Mrs. Miller dressed to up in a business suit, Alison seemed to dress as slutty as she could, with very revealing tops that showed tremendous amount of her ample cleavage and as short skirts as she could get away with and always five inch heels.

She was a guy's wet dream come to life in the office. Somedays I just couldn't believe how she got away with wearing as little as possible. I always looked forward to running across her during my day as she was wonderful to look at.

So I was like a giddy school girl as I rushed to her cubicle to help her out with her problem. It seemed to be the same one as I had already dealt with today but with Alisson you never knew.

When I got to her cubicle I leaned over the top, eager to see what kind of view I had today. And boy did it not disappoint. Allison was wearing a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned to well below her breasts. There was a thin strip of what looked like a cream colored stretchy material workout covering her breasts. I could see a few inches of her magnificent cleavage and the top portion of her stomach. She also had on a very short black skirt on, that when standing I sure was stopped mid-thigh, but when sitting it barely covered her crotch. I couldn't help but fantasize about what kind of panties she had on just hidden out of my view.

"Hi, Allison," I said meekly. As much as I dreamed about running into her she made me nervous and I never knew what to say to her. Her more so then most others.

"Oh hi Brian," she said in her high pitched bubble voice that I loved. "I'm so glad you could come over so quickly. The internet doesn't seem to be working again."

"OK, let's see," feeling less overwhelmed as we were talking about computers, my area of expertise. I walked into the cubicle behind her desk. Like the other two women today, she didn't move out of my way and I had to bend over her to reach the mouse. Not that I really minded it gave me a great view down her cleavage. I fumbled around on her computer acting like I was trying to fix it. But really, I was just distracted by the swell of her breast as they met to form a valley that disappeared into the depth of her shirt. I watched them rise and fall as she breathed and was all too aware of the bulge in my too tight pants.

I quickly turned back to the computer when I saw that she was about to look up at me. "I think I need to get under your desk to look at the plugs."

"OK," she said as she scooted backwards in her chair, her toned leg muscles flexed as she pushed.

The view was so mesmerizing that I all but feel to my knees as I went to crawl under desk. I tried not to stare at her long legs as I crawled under the desk but my eyes kept being drawn back. The curve of her calf, the bend of her knee, the flesh of her inner thigh between her parted legs as they disappeared under that short skirt, each instance captured my attention.

Except they didn't disappear. I merely creamed my pants right then and there as I realize she wasn't wearing panties and everything that was supposed to be hidden was visible for my viewing pleasure. I was entranced by her two puffy pink lips and the two lovely folds that poked out between them. It was like a flower ready to bloom. And all I could think about was my desire to run my tongue up her lips parting her flesh and drinking in her nectar. In actuality, I had never licked a pussy before in my life and never really all that interested in doing so before, but at the moment that was all I craved.

"Are you on under there?" I heard Allison's bubbly voice ask. Her legs closed taking away my view of her pretty pink flower.

"Umm ... yea ... ummm I'm fine," I blathered. I fumbled for the Ethernet plug and pushed it back into its socket. "Umm ... it should be working now," I said as I crawled out from under her desk and stood up, trying to hid my painful erection from her view as she slid her chair past me to the computer. "Umm ... got to go," I stammered as I rushed away from her desk, embarrassed that she might have seen my bulging pants.

"OK. Bye," I heard her call out in a bubbly yet confused voice.

I rushed back towards my little IT room. There was an extremely nice bathroom back there that I didn't anyone but me and the cleaning crew knew about. My cock was painfully hard and I didn't think I could wait till I got home to relieve myself and the bathroom was a perfect spot to do it.

I flung open the bathroom door and went inside. Shinny brown marble on the floor and walls greeted me as I entered. I threw open the dark wooden stall door and franticly pulled down my pants before sitting down on the toilet.

My left hand grabbed my cock and I slowly started pumping up and down as pictures of the women I saw today flickered in my head, Mrs. Miller's lovely cleavage, Mrs. Sullivan's pink panties and most of all Allison's lovely pink flower nestled between her long legs.

I had only gotten a few strokes in when the stall door was thrown wide open. I froze, like a deer gaunt in the headlights. All three ladies stood there, hands on their hips and scowl across their faces, starring at my with my hand wrapped around my cock

All of a sudden I was thrown back to my childhood with my mom and my two older sisters standing in my bedroom door having caught me playing with myself. I must have been eleven or twelve but the image was crystal clear in my mind. They just stood there with the same disappointed almost disgusted look on their faces. Then my mom had then yanked my from the bed pulled me over her knees and spanked me right in front of my sisters. I could almost hear my sisters laughing glee as they watched me being punished for my sins.

"We've been a bad boy, haven't we Brian?" I heard Mrs. Millers declare. It was more of a statement then any real question, so I didn't answer, not that I could have at that moment as I was still in shock.

"Yes he has." I heard Mrs. Sullivan answer. "He's been looking down our tops and up our dresses all week."

"Is that right, Brian? Have you been a bad boy and peeking up our dresses all week?"

All I could do was nod my head yes. I couldn't even remove my hand from around my still hard cock, I felt so embarrassed and humiliated.

"And what happened to bad little boys?" Mrs. Miller asked as she walked into the stall. It was a pretty large stall so she had plenty of room to enter. "They get punished for their bad behavior. Stand up Brian." She said as she pointed to a spot next to the toilet.

I was still too in shock to move. I didn't know what to do.

"You don't want me to report you to HR. Do you?"

"No," I finally manage to squeak out, afraid of loading my job and being labeled a pervert.

"Good then we will have no problems with you? Will we?"

I shook my head no.

"Good. Then I see no reason why we can't work this out between the four of us. And you'll do what I tell you?"

I nodded yes.

"Good. Then stand up!"

I found myself standing up, following her command more on instinct then any real free will. It did feel awkward as my pants were around my ankles and one hand trying to cover my crotch, as I tried to walk over to the spot she had pointed at. As I finished my stumble, I saw Mrs. Miller put down the toilet lid and then sit on it.

"Lay down across my lap for your punishment, Brian," Mrs. Miller instructed me.

I lay down in her lap, squirming around a bit to find a comfortable spot as my head was up against the bathroom wall. My cock jerked in a fantastic pleasure as I felt it brush across her leg. I hoped she didn't take offense to it.

"Are you set?" She asked in what seemed like an annoyed manner.

"Yes, Mrs. Miller."

"Good, now how many spanks do you think you deserve. Now remember you been looking up all three of our skirts all week. I think twenty for each of us. Does that sound about right to you Brian?"

"Yes. Mrs. Miller," I answered hoping that was what she wanted to hear.

Whack! Whack!

Even though I knew what was going to happen I was still surprised by her hand landing across my backside. It had been many years since I had been last spank and had forgotten the sting of pain. I tried not to cry but I could feel the tears forming as blow after blow land on my backside. She was a lot stronger than her age let on.


"There you go, Brian. Twenty for me." Mrs. Millers said as she began to rub my butt, soothing the sting away.

"Wow! His ass is red," I heard Allison joyfully exclaim.

"My turn," Mrs. Sullivan said.

Whack! Whack!

Mrs. Sullivan started to spank my butt. The slaps were not as hard, but they still stung. I wasn't sure if I could take all of them. But soon enough it was over and I could feel Mrs. Miller's hand caressing my butt, massaging away the pain.

"Oh. Is it my turn now?" I heard Allison's bubbly voice ask.

"Yes dear," I heard Mrs. Miller say in a patient voice. "It's your turn now."

"Oh. How fun." Allison said as she stepped up behind me and started slapping my ass. It wasn't nearly as bad as I feared. She seemed to be having more fun slapping me then really trying to hurt me. By the end of her twenty it was more pleasurable then painful. When she finished she stepped away and I heard Mrs. Miller say to me. "OK now get up, Brian."

I got up off her lap. I was glad it was over but shocked to see all three of the women's eyes go straight to my cock. It was still hard. Not nearly as hard as when I first saw Allison's pussy under her dress, but by no mean was I soft.

Mrs. Miler stood up and by the way all three women stood in front of me and I knew that this was not over yet.

"I think you need to apologize now, Brian." Mrs. Miller said.

"I am sorry." I said.

"No, not like that. Get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness."

So I got down on my knees. The cold marble hurt me knees as I knelt there. I begged for their forgiveness. "Please forgive me. I'm sorry I look up your skirts."

"Ok, I'm not sure I believe you are sorry. I need you to prove it to me. Kiss my shoe and tell me again you're sorry."

I scooter forward and placed my lips on the tip of her black high heeled shoe. "I'm sorry I looked up your dress this week, Mrs. Miller."

"Again," She said as she moved her foot a tiny bit forward.

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