Physically, I’m starving. Every time I go for the company offsite or any client location abroad, I tend to get into a sort of sexual encounter with my female colleagues. Sheer good luck, I’d call!
I love my wife, but I don’t know why I’m not good in bed with her. She denies me sex because when we do it (once a year), she says I don’t satisfy her completely. So, I try my luck with other women. For some reason yet unknown to me, I’m better with other women in bed.
Chapter 1: A Desperate Attempt to Swipe Right
You see, my evenings are pathetic. I end up reading things in my company’s work domain, scrolling IT trends, AI hype threads, anything to avoid staring at the walls, craving sex.
One night, I reach RedThat (an online forum). There’s a community for my company’s people. Barely any active users, but there’s this one thread on full fire.
Arjun, that Senior Developer, all the girls in the office are nuts for. He built an AI chatbot on TelliGram messaging app. This bot is basically Tinder for corporate horny balls.
In that thread, it’s mostly 40-50-year-old MILFs, from my company’s leadership team, probably having their kids in high school. They want to hook up, trying to find some young cock.
I was enjoying the read with a cup of tea. As I was reading through their posts and comments, I nearly coughed while sipping tea, because these were the same ladies who’d approve my timesheet and expense reports!
The vibe? If home delivery isn’t happening, then outsource the shit out of it!
I decided to give it a shot and hit the TelliGram bot with a ‘Hi’ message. Then began our conversation…
Bot: Employee name?
Me: Pratty
Bot: Designation?
Me: Consultant
Bot: Sexual orientation?
Me: Straight, but I’m desperate.
Bot: Looking for?
Me: Casual hookups, one-nighters
Bot: Any specific sexual desires or fetishes?
Me: Deepthroat seems heavenly, and post-fuck cuddles feel like therapy to me.
It feeds every detail into its database, no matter how filthy. Men pay a tiny fee, but women get in for free. Equality, my foot!
Guys can’t search women, but women get the full database and can pick whom to fuck. If women make a selection, it seems the bot returns to them the ID of the guy they chose. They’re free to contact them and take the show ahead.
As men, we obey all their demands, or they won’t let this happen! The underlined clause – ‘If you accept to meet a woman, follow all demands no matter what. Additionally, no work favours, no promotions-for-pussy deals, maintain total silence at the office about your acts through this app!’
I accept the terms, hit submit, pay, and wait. And keep on waiting – Three fucking years! What I get is zero notifications. I keep on checking the chatbot hopelessly. There’s total silence!
Figured out that maybe I’ll die without getting the much-needed physical release. My balls might turn blue if they don’t get the chance to drain inside a pussy. But hey, people might remember me only for my PPT legacy.
Then, just out of the blue, a day before the annual company offsite, the bot pings: “Priya from your organisation has matched, asking for a one-night stand. She’ll DM soon. Secrecy mandatory or you’re fucked from the rear (not the good way). Accept/Reject?”
My heart is beating fast, like Usain Bolt’s after a 100m run. I click Accept. Only then did I realise that I missed reading her demands: I’m dominating in bed, I love long cuddles, feeling each other’s skin-to-skin post fuck. I demand receiving oral (pussy worship mandatory). The guy licks my rear door and cooks brunch for me like a domestic help!
Anilingus? My tongue just filed a divorce application!
Cooking? I don’t even know how to make Maggi!
But after three years of silence, this is like some jackpot. I decided to go ahead with a ‘let’s see’ attitude, already half-hard.
She then sent me a message on TelliGram:
Priya: Hey Pratty… ready to be my bitch for a night? I’ll have you on your knees worshipping this pussy till you forget your wife’s name!
Me: Fuck yes. Been waiting years for someone to use me like that.
Priya: Good boy. Pack everything, clothes, lube, except your dignity. See you at the offsite. Then the real fun starts in my dorm. Don’t disappoint, or I’ll make sure you suffer badly.
It would be an understatement if I said this conversation was raunchy. She talks about dignity? Mine left three years ago when I signed up for this shit. But let me try, what worse could happen?
I checked the company directory: Priya, 25. Junior AI Prompt Engineer. Seems hot!
What happens next? Packing becomes like an imaginary foreplay. I stuff condoms, lube, and my best boxers, fantasising about her lips sliding down my dick while I zip the suitcase.
I decided that I’d come back and unpack not just this bag but some sexy memories too!
Chapter 2: Priya and I meet at the Offsite
I was packing for the trip. My mind was playing a porn clip with Priya and me in it. I jerked off twice – picturing Priya’s purple lipstick mouth sliding down my cock. The lipstick is getting smeared on my foreskin.
She’s licking every inch from the tip to the base. She sucks the head of my dick with the perfection of a vacuum cleaner. My dick is getting wet due to her saliva and my precum. The thought is filthily arousing!
Her eyes are now watering, mascara running down with it until she drains me completely and swallows it. Then she whispered, “Good boy, now feed me again.” And I’m begging her to give me a break before round 2!
My requirements from the bot were crystal clear: blowjobs were mandatory. Great expectations had me rock-hard.
The flight to Chennai was great except for the tight erection I had to hide under my laptop bag. Landed and met the usual team at the airport. All were fake smiles and bullshit!
Then we were picked up by a bus arranged by the company to this sprawling 100-acre resort on the outskirts of the city. Two-and-a-half-hour drive for less than 100km? Talk about Chennai traffic! But all slept the way through.
The evening party is on an open lawn. Everyone’s in party wear: guys in crisp printed shirts trying to look great, while some looked like Jethalal in those shirts! Almost a laughter riot.
Some women were in dresses so short they’re basically glittery cropped camisoles and boxer-like panties, like formal undergarments. Drinks are flowing hard. Music is still chill, the DJ not yet fired up.
I spot a couple of already-sloppy women with tube tops slipping dangerously low, one accidental nipple flash there. I got a sneak peek for a brief second and noticed the nipple was pierced!
Some other one had half a boob bouncing free there as it hung out with swag. One girl’s laugh is so loud and drunk it echoes, as if she’s auditioning for a hyena dubbing role in a cartoon film!
I spot Arjun across the lawn. He’s a tall, gym freak. Girls cling to him like he’s the last dick on earth. He’s single and proud of it. His dick gets rotated with a fresh pussy subscription every night.
I think of trying to strike a conversation, wading through the pool of girls surrounding him.
Me: Hey, Arjun. Pratty from Strategy…
Arjun: (interrupting me) Dude, no intro needed. Your work speaks for you. Everyone’s talking about you. Big things coming your way, man.
Me: Thanks. And seriously, that TelliGram bot you built? Total genius.
He steps close, voice dropping to a murderous whisper.
Arjun: Shhh. Maintain secrecy, asshole. Whisper that shit. We don’t want to get on HR’s radar!
He suddenly ran away, acting as if we didn’t know each other.
I sip my mocktail, scanning the crowd, dick half-hard from curiosity to meet Priya.
Then the DJ drops the beat. Lights dim. Ladies start rubbing their ass on their manager’s dick, hands sliding down breasts, probably negotiating next quarter’s promotions! A manager had all his girl team mates lined up, and he grinded his dick on their ass one by one.
And then I see her, Priya! Cream-coloured short dress hugging every curve, skin glowing and white as fresh snow, teeth flashing like pearls under the lights. Pearl necklace resting right above the cleavage that begs to be licked. Purple lipstick screaming mouth me now and get all sloppy!
A few dark-brown layers in her hair, golden clutch in her hand, her ass swinging as she walks like she owns the night!
I’m staring like a creep. Opened up TelliGram to double-check her profile pic. And yes, it’s her!
She catches me looking, waves at me with an ear-to-ear smile. My inferiority complex kicks in as I glance behind me like a dumb fuck, thinking surely, she’s waving at someone else.
What I see behind is total empty space. That confirms she’s talking to me. She talks in sign language since we’re close to 20 feet away: Yes, you. Wait, I’m coming!
She walks toward me like a lioness. Firm eyes locked on me as if I were her prey. Watching her walk towards me was a pure treat to my eyes. She did that with a ramp walk like perfection.
My palms are instantly sweaty. She reaches me.
Priya: Hi Pratty!
She hugs me tight. I awkwardly wipe the sweat on my palms near the back pocket of my pants, then hug her back. She’s short, as her head barely reaches my chest. But those tits press perfectly against me during that warm hug. Her dress was nothing but a very thin fabric.
I was clearly able to gauge that she was not wearing any bra, nor any boob tape. Music gets deafening. She puts one hand on my shoulder, gets on her toes, pretending to whisper in my ear. I duck my head down; she slides the other hand onto my other shoulder, while her lips brush my ear.
What follows is just gold standard comedy: 50% warm moist breath, 20% beer smell, 10% cigarette, 10% her soft lips tickling my earlobe leading to an instant shiver down my spine, and the remaining maybe 10% actual words. I just caught a couple of clear words!
To give you a gist of what I understood, she said she’s glad to meet me, enjoys the night, waiting for a text from her. It is an address to the dorm. We can meet the day after, when the event ends.
She touches her cheek to mine, and says a loud “Mwuah!” and she goes.
The entire team notices. Teammates gathered around me.
Anna: Who the hell was that? (eyebrows raised, playfully hitting her elbow on my stomach)
Me: I’m seeing her for the first time here. We’ve chatted on LinkedIn.
Anna: Then why was she clinging onto you? Something cooking up? Haan? (Teasing)
Me: Hmm… Gen Z and their casual ways of meeting new people.
I shrug it off, my mind said, ‘Phew. Dodged the questions.’
Later, that night turns crazy. People sit on green lawns singing along with someone playing an acoustic guitar. People discreetly gather in secluded dark areas of the property, some sniffing something, some smoking something – all objectionable things.
And then there were managers sneaking into junior girls’ rooms for one-on-one feedback sessions. What people won’t do for a promotion, right? Meanwhile, my roommate and I walk to our room, rant about shitty bosses, junior morons, and give our 2 cents to each other on rumours of layoffs.
Then we finally crashed into our room. I’m lying there, staring at the ceiling, cock beating like my heart. I find myself now counting hours until Priya’s dorm address hits my phone. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough!
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