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Your heels clicked against the pavement before you opened the front doors to the SDN building. The warm, California breeze drifted in with you as you stepped inside. A quiet hush fell over some of the workers as you sashayed into the room. You sighed and slid your sunglasses up your forehead as you met eyes with a soggy man clad in a blue and yellow wetsuit. You gave him a warm smile as he stopped mopping.
“Good morning!” you chirped happily and gave a small wave. The man gulped and gripped the mop, his goggles almost fogging up as a streak of red flushed his ivory cheeks.
“G-Good, uh, good morning,” he spoke with a sweet, shy smile. You grinned and held out your hand.
“I’m (Y/N), the new dispatcher,” you beamed. The man eyed your hand before clenching his around the handle of the mop.
“I’m Herman…b-but most people call me Waterboy. Well, that a-and other things,” he said and fumbled with the cleaning device. You hummed, letting your hand fall back to your side as you eyed him up and down. You could tell he had that wiry strength to him, his lithe figure bellying something more.
“So Herman, would you mind showing me around? If you’re not busy that is,” you said and crossed your arms, your breasts pushing up to reveal your cleavage. Herman’s eyes wandered down to your chest as an audible gulp rose from his throat.
“N-Not, not busy at all,” he spoke with a lopsided grin, his gaze continuing to flick between your mouth and breasts. “You, uh, you have the breast-best! You have the-the best smile!” Herman squeaked and slapped a hand over his mouth. You giggled as his entire face flushed a crimson hue.
“Thank you,” you smiled. Your brows furrowed when your keys suddenly slipped out of your bag, landing on the floor with a clang before sliding back.
“Dang it,“ you grumbled and turned around. You heard his breath hitch as you bent over to pick up your keys, the skirt of your dress riding up ever so slightly. You spun around and smiled.
“Sorry about that, I-“ you paused when your eyes locked on the growing bulge beneath his wetsuit. You met his horrified gaze as he stumbled back, clutching the mop like a lifeline.
“I-uh-that’s-it’s not what it looks like!” he stammered, trembling slightly. Just as you fully stood back up, you heard someone nearby clear their throat. You whipped around, quickly standing in front of Herman as you met the gaze of a man with a piece taken out of his ear.
“Hey, you must be (Y/N). I’m Robert,” he said with a nod. You could practically feel Herman vibrating behind you as you gave Robert a grin.
“Yep, that’s me!” you beamed and shook his hand.
“I see you’ve met Waterboy,” Robert said while tilting his head towards Herman. You felt the taller man flinch behind you as you nodded.
“Mhm. He was just about to show me around, weren’t you?” you said and nudged your arm behind you. Herman’s head shot up as he cleared his throat.
“I-ah-yeah! I was gonna, um, show her around,” he stammered. Robert raised a dark brow.
“Are you sure?” he said and rubbed the back of his neck. You nodded fervently as you slipped your hand into Herman’s. Even with the gloves on, it was still damp and warm.
“Pretty sure! C’mon, Herman,” you said and tugged on his hand. He nearly lurched forward and curled over you, his lean form swaying as you led him down the hall. Herman tripped a few times, his shoes squeaking against the tile before you pulled him into a supplies closet. You flicked on the light, the two of you nearly squished together as you met his gaze. He panted heavily, your chest rubbing against his stomach as you looked up at him with a reassuring smile.
“T-Thank you, for, uh, saving me back there,” he said with a small chuckle. You giggled and nodded, your eyes lingering on his cock pressing against the fabric of his soaked suit.
“You’re welcome,” you said and brushed some of his soaked hair from his face. He gasped at the gentle touch, his cheek leaning and nuzzling against your palm as he sighed. He rubbed the back of his head as the bright red hue continued to fill his cheeks.
“I-uh-wait, what are you doing?” he blinked as you laid your hands on his chest. You bit your lip as you fiddled with his zipper.
“I know we just met, but I can tell you need some help with your…situation,” you cooed. Herman’s throat bobbed before he parted his lips.
“O-Oh, this?! Nononono, you don’t have-have to worry about that. I’m sure-sure it’ll go away,” he flapped his hand frantically. You tilted your head.
“Do you want it to go away?” you asked softly. Herman’s eyes widened as he let out a low groan.
“I…no,” he confessed with a quiet murmur, his hands resting on your hips as your lips brushed against his jaw. You grabbed the zipper between your fingers and slightly tugged on it.
“Do you want me to help you, Herman?” you rumbled as you raised your leg, his boner brushing against your knee. He gasped and moaned just from the simple contact of the skirt of your dress against his clothed cock.
“Yes-yes ma’am, please,” he panted, his hands squeezing the flesh of your waist as he bucked his hips forward. You smiled and kissed his cheek before slowly pulling the zipper down his body. His chest and lean stomach glistened beneath the dim light while you kissed along his jaw.
“A-Ah, mmm,” he panted as your leg drifted away from between his thighs. You slipped your hand beneath his wetsuit, your mouth watering as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. “Oh! That’s-that feels-” his breath hitched as your lips met his. He moaned into your mouth as you slowly began to stroke his long shaft. Herman whined as you pressed him against the shelves, a few paper towels dropping near your feet as the metal shelves creaked.
“Mmm,” he keened, his wet lips caressing yours in a heated embrace.
“God, you’re so hot,” you panted as the slick sounds of you curling your fist around his length reverberated inside the tiny closet. He whimpered, his hips bucking into your hand as he gripped your shoulders.
“You-you’re the-ah-hot one,” his voice cracked as his eyes rolled back. You giggled before swiping your thumb over his flush, bulbous tip, eliciting a breathy moan from his throat.
“And you’re so long,” you cooed and leaned your lips against his ear. “I wonder what you’d feel like inside me,” you teasingly whispered. Herman’s knees buckled as he clasped a hand over his mouth, loudly moaning into his palm.
“Oh fuck,” he cried, still rolling his hips against your curled fist. You smiled and pecked his lips before slowing your strokes. “Please,” Herman begged as his knees knocked against yours. You met his gaze as you sank to your knees, your warm breath fanning over his twitching cock. You licked your lips before wrapping them over his head, flicking the tip of your tongue across his weeping slit.
“(Y/N)!” he gasped, his wet fingers landing on top of your head as you lathered your warm muscle over his sensitive tip. A strangled groan rose from his throat as you hollowed your cheeks and began to sink down his veiny shaft. “G-God,” Herman grunted as his fingers plucked and tugged on your hair. You grinned around his cock before gently bobbing your head. Each time your lips came back up to his tip, you swirled your tongue around it, each swipe leaving him breathless and trembling.
“You’re-you’re so good at this,” he gulped and steadied his hands against the sides of your head. You could feel a patch of wetness start to grow between your legs as you moved your head up and down his prominent length. His soft, adorning gaze did little to quell your growing arousal; his gentle eyes peering past the lense of his goggles and soft lips curled into an eager grin. You were ripped from your reverie when he suddenly bucked his hips forward, his tip poking the back of your throat as you gagged. “Oh shit, I-I’m sorry,” Herman winced. You pulled your back, his cock a slick mess of water, pre and your spit.
“Don’t hold back, Herman. I want you to fuck my throat raw,” you encouraged him. His eyes widened and jaw dropped.
“Are-Are you sure you want that?” he squeaked. You gave him a fierce smile and nodded before pressing a tender kiss to his tip.
“I’m more than sure. If I need you to stop, I’ll tap your thighs three times,” you reassured. Herman bit his lip while you adjusted yourself. You were sure you looked like a mess: your hair wet and unruly from his hands, water soaking down your chin and dripping into your shirt. But honestly…you didn’t care.
“O-Okay, let’s just-” he gasped when you suddenly shoved your mouth around his cock, sinking all the way down until your nose brushed against his hilt. Herman nearly crumpled on top of you, his hands tugging on your head as you kept your cheeks hollowed around his length. You could feel him throb deep inside your throat before you pulled back with a squelch. “Ah, mmm,” Herman moaned as he gently rocked his hips against your face. You flared your nostrils as you took every last inch of him down your throat, the muscles of your esophagus clenching around his dick each time it dipped lower and lower.
You were sure your shared moans could be heard down the hall, but you pushed the thought away as you focused on tenderly sucking his cock.
“Mfph, fast-faster, please,” he pleaded, as if begging for permission. Your lips curved up as you nodded, a small gasp leaving you as he angled your head and began to speed up his thrusts. “Fuck!” the tall man yelped as he threw his head back. A guttural groan escaped past his pink lips as his dick dove into the depths of your throat. You braced your hands against his taut thighs, doing your best to control your breathing as he eagerly fucked your face. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth.
“Fuck, (Y/N)!” Herman howled before shoving his dick down to the base. Both of you moaned as he shot his thick, heavy load down your throat, coating your insides with streams of his hot, watery cum. Your eyelashes fluttered as you greedily gulped down every last drop, relishing in the feeling of his cum coating your esophagus. Herman panted heavily as his hands shook around your head, his body trembling with bliss before he parted his lips.
“That-that was…” he slumped against the shelves, his cock slipping half-way out of your mouth. You grinned and pulled your head back, letting it slip out the rest of the way. You lapped at a residual droplet of cum that beaded at his tip before swiping your tongue across your lips.
“You were amazing,” you praised him. Herman’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as he laughed and sputtered.
“Me? You’re the o-one who’s incredible,” he muttered and rubbed the back of his neck. You giggled and helped tuck his cock back beneath his wetsuit. He sighed softly as you zipped him up, his hands fiddling at his sides. Your eyes widened when he suddenly leaned down, his chin nearly banging against the top of your head.
“Next-next time, I’ll have to return the favor,” he murmured, his anxiety barely concealed with the husky whisper he spoke in. You chuckled and bit your lip.
“I’ll hold you to it,” you whispered in return.