IT Support
Our IT support guy has been in the job since 1979, and never misses an opportunity to pick up a mouse and say "Hello computer" into it, Star Trek-style. Tell us your tales from the IT support cupboard, either from within or without.
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 12:45)
Our IT support guy has been in the job since 1979, and never misses an opportunity to pick up a mouse and say "Hello computer" into it, Star Trek-style. Tell us your tales from the IT support cupboard, either from within or without.
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 12:45)
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Heads talking about head and the delicate pink caterpillar
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to take you into the store cupboard and lick you ‘til you’re hard, then I’m going to slowly tease my tongue round your cock and rub my lips on your shaft...”
Now. It was common knowledge in my office that the Head of International Corporate Sales – a rather foxy lady in her late thirties who looked like Goldie Hawns sluttier, chestier sister was knocking off the Head of Finance (the lucky, lucky, lucky BASTARD).
And she continued, the Head of International Corporate Sales, sat in the conference call room on her break opposite her fuckbuddy: “I’m so fucking horny for your cock. I want you inside me so desperately. Do you want to know something?” She asked slyly.
“Go on then,” said the lucky, lucky BASTARD – (he looked like Wally of Where’s Wally fame, for fucks sake).
And then the Head of International Corporate Sales said it. She breathed lustily: “I’m not wearing any knickers...”
BBBB-AAAA-NNNN-GGGG !!!
Moments later I saw my mate Dave, the IT support layabout walking through the office rubbing the back of his head, looking a little flushed. He’d been under the table the whole time working on some cabling for the big conference call later that afternoon.
"Her quim looked like a delicate pink caterpillar wearing a little black fez..." he said, with a silly far-off glint in his eye (and a rather alarming bulge in his trousers).
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 14:33, 6 replies)
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to take you into the store cupboard and lick you ‘til you’re hard, then I’m going to slowly tease my tongue round your cock and rub my lips on your shaft...”
Now. It was common knowledge in my office that the Head of International Corporate Sales – a rather foxy lady in her late thirties who looked like Goldie Hawns sluttier, chestier sister was knocking off the Head of Finance (the lucky, lucky, lucky BASTARD).
And she continued, the Head of International Corporate Sales, sat in the conference call room on her break opposite her fuckbuddy: “I’m so fucking horny for your cock. I want you inside me so desperately. Do you want to know something?” She asked slyly.
“Go on then,” said the lucky, lucky BASTARD – (he looked like Wally of Where’s Wally fame, for fucks sake).
And then the Head of International Corporate Sales said it. She breathed lustily: “I’m not wearing any knickers...”
BBBB-AAAA-NNNN-GGGG !!!
Moments later I saw my mate Dave, the IT support layabout walking through the office rubbing the back of his head, looking a little flushed. He’d been under the table the whole time working on some cabling for the big conference call later that afternoon.
"Her quim looked like a delicate pink caterpillar wearing a little black fez..." he said, with a silly far-off glint in his eye (and a rather alarming bulge in his trousers).
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 14:33, 6 replies)
I do hope you publish a book on humerous nick names for peoples rude bits
and what they get up to with them.
You seem to come up with a corker (fnarr) or 3 every post.
"pink torpedoe anywhere near her meaty Bismark" was the best line of last qotw :D
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 14:42, closed)
and what they get up to with them.
You seem to come up with a corker (fnarr) or 3 every post.
"pink torpedoe anywhere near her meaty Bismark" was the best line of last qotw :D
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 14:42, closed)
Ha! Beautifully descriptive....
He should consider a career in poetry, that lad.. Or writing dirty stories for porn mags, I dunno.
click.
( , Fri 25 Sep 2009, 10:13, closed)
He should consider a career in poetry, that lad.. Or writing dirty stories for porn mags, I dunno.
click.
( , Fri 25 Sep 2009, 10:13, closed)
Clickage
Because all of us IT people have at some time or another ended up under a desk hoping something like this would happen, unfortunately it's usually something far more traumatizing...
( , Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:37, closed)
Because all of us IT people have at some time or another ended up under a desk hoping something like this would happen, unfortunately it's usually something far more traumatizing...
( , Fri 25 Sep 2009, 15:37, closed)
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