Coworkers

Coworkers: Chapter 9

Visual Standards

"More." He pleaded, eyes glossed with lust.

Happily, I swallowed more of Tyler's rigid cock, my nose buried in his well-trimmed bush. In just a few short weeks I had almost completely forgotten his taste. I was all too eager to re-familiarize myself.

My hands stroked his toned thighs, clawing at his muscle as my jaw unhinged further to accommodate Tyler's heft. I felt his swollen balls at my chin, pulsing in anticipation. I craved desperately for what they held. His wet cock tickled the back of my mouth, beads of pre-cum dribbling down my throat.

His hands held my head–as if I would have voluntarily removed him from my throat–and his grip tightened. I knew he was on another level, I knew that I could take him to a place his wife couldn't. That's why he was here, finally feeding me his cock after holding out for so long. How did we get here? I couldn't remember. But he rocked himself forward, pushing himself further down and I didn't have a care in the world.

I looked at up at him, past his flat, muscle-carved stomach, his pretty face glowing with sweat, his puffy lips parted just slightly. He said something that I couldn't understand, his lips barely moved. I slowed on his cock to pay attention, keeping his tip in my mouth, my tongue slowly brushing under it.

"Whose dick are you dreaming about, slut?" Tyler asked, his voice harsher than before.

It took me a moment to realize what was happening. To realize I was not with Tyler in some faraway place, but in my apartment, sleeping next to Stephen.

Dreaming.

As I woke, Stephen repeated the question, "Come on slut, who has you so fucking hard?" He asked this as he tightened his grip on my erection.

I rotated my hips, sliding my cock in his hand and smirked, "You do." I tried to lean in for a kiss, but Stephen dodged my lips to move his to my ear.

"You moaned the name Tyler." He whispered.

"Stephen, I ju–"

Before I could begin some type of explanation, Stephen had moved himself on top of me and settled in between my legs. His face was inches from my own as he talked, "I see the way you stare at that twink in the store. It's okay to fantasize, slut. But you know he's married."

I let out a heavy laugh.

"For real." He replied seriously.

Stifling my smile, I bit my lip and shot him a chastened look.

Stephen bent and kissed me slowly, his tongue lapping at my own. I wrapped my arms around him and brought him closer to me.

"You're my slut." Stephen whispered, his voice thick with earnest.

I responded with a kiss and quietly we drifted back to sleep.

The next morning I arrived to work early to check my email and finish up some final training modules on our computers in the back of the store. Kiki and I caught up about life and Audra was nice enough to bring me tea. It had taken me considerably longer than it did to find fuck buddies, but in Kiki and Audra, I had finally made work friends.

Kiki sat beside me and pretended to be busy instead of going out and cleaning the empty sales floor. We chatted some more and she mentioned that she had some gossip for me when we were alone. Before I could press her for details, I noticed something off about my schedule for that week. Instead of the usual time format, for this Wednesday my shift was labeled "VS."

"What is VS? Why don't I have a time for Wednesday?" I asked as I looked at the screen, irritated that I had come across another aspect of this job no one had bothered to explain to me.

Before Kiki could react, Audra chimed in, "It stands for Visual Standards. Every Wednesday night, there's a group of people who make sure all the products are formatted correctly, facing the right way, that all the in-store displays are clean, blah blah blah. Basically we make sure the store looks good."

"Audra's the Visuals Queen." Kiki chirped happily.

To my spoiled mind, this almost sounded like janitorial work. I bit my tongue on that observation, though. "How late do we stay?" I asked, trying to sound pleasant, but failing.

"Usually we start around 9:30, once the last customer leaves and we're done around 1. Later if there's a new product launching, but this week isn't anything special. It's not bad. We put on some music, Tyler usually bring snacks, you get to see how the store works. And there's no customers! Not a bad deal." Audra said this with the conviction of a kidnapping victim who had made peace with her arrangement. Patty Hearst would be proud.

But I, of course, was focused on one particular detail of the night. "Tyler brings snacks, you said? Is that his job?" I tried to couch my curiosity (and excitement) in gluttony. "But more importantly, are they good snacks?"

"Oh, they're good." Audra replied eagerly. And that's one of his many jobs. He used to be Visuals Lead before me, but then he took over training so he's just part of the team. It's Me, Tyler, Sloane, Brian, and Leigh. But Leigh's on vacation this week, so you're taking her spot. Stephen recommended you."

"Stephen?" I asked a little too quickly.

"Yeah, he's the Visuals Manager. He's the one who stays late every Wednesday to supervise, lock up, make sure we don't steal anything." Audra said happily. She seemed excited about me being on this team for the week, and if a third of the team hadn't stuck their penis inside me, I might be excited, too. I was already on edge because Stephen and I had been fooling around so much inside the store. Now he knew about my Tyler dream and my stomach churned at the thought of any of my many secrets spilling out.

I smiled and returned to my computer, waiting for the office to clear out so I could catch Stephen alone. Twenty minutes later Suzette had walked out of the office and onto the floor, leaving him on his own. I walked into the office and locked the door behind me.

"Hey slut." Stephen, seated at his computer, greeted me. His hands moved to his jeans and in a flash his cock was staring me in the face, already half hard.

"Have a seat." He said simply. His eyes roved back to his screen.

"Suzette is twenty steps outside the door." I said, almost angry at his assumption that I came in for sex.

"You better hurry then."

"Why did you put me on Visuals this week?" I asked, trying to ignore his growing cock.

"Because I want to fuck you on the sales floor but I can't when it's full of customers." Stephen responded calmly, still not looking at me.

"It didn't have anything to do with Tyler?" I asked.

"Well, Tyler doesn't want to fuck you on the sales floor, so no."

I rolled my eyes and shifted to hide my inflating cock, "We are not having sex on the sales floor. And we're not having sex right now, so put that away."

Stephen turned to me and laughed, the way you might laugh at a child wearing her mother's high heels, "Are you sure?" He squeezed his cock and a fat drop of pre-cum oozed out of his tip.

My jaw dropped and I actually began panting, saliva sloshing in my mouth.

"Suzette went to the Oak Brook store. She'll be gone for a while." Stephen said this as he moved back in his seat, his erection standing tall in front of him.

"Now sit."

As if I had no choice, I walked over to Stephen and unbuckled my pants, leaving them on the floor as I straddled his lap. His hands grappled my hips as I reached for the Vaseline he kept on his desk. I handed it off to him and he lubed himself, quickly aligning his newly-slicked member with my hole. I hadn't even walked into the office sixty seconds ago and already I was climbing onto Stephen. Hopeless.

Stephen took my face in his hands and kept eye contact as I slid on his shaft.

"I know what you need, slut." He thrust roughly inside me as he said this, punctuating his point. "No one can take care of this hole like I can." I planted my hands on Stephen's hard abdomen and steadily moved my body up and down.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I made a note that Stephen might actually be jealous. It didn't register before, he seemed more amused than concerned. In the back of my mind, I thought about this as more proof that he and I were something more than fuck buddies. Something more than two horny men fucking as often as they could. But that was in the back of my mind. At the forefront, I could only focus on Stephen invading me.

I tried to keep quiet but I couldn't keep myself from moaning. At this angle, his cock was hitting me in all the right places. Stephen supported me as I leaned back, his erection digging further inside me. He took my aching cock in his hands and pumped rhythmically, matching the speed of his own cock inside me. My hands explored his torso. Clawing at his muscle and settling on his thick pecs, squeezing his nipples lightly.

Stephen brought me back forward and tilted his head up to kiss me. I rode him silently for a while, our tongues slapping against each other, his cock planted inside my aching chute. Finally, when my thighs could bare no more, I whined, "I need you to cum."

"Gladly."

In one motion, Stephen had grabbed me and pushed us off the chair and onto the floor, my ass now above my torso, his cock still pumping into me. He leaned over me and pummeled forcefully as I clenched as tightly as I could.

Stephen loved it. "Fucking slut wants my load. Here it comes." With a final grunt and push, he sprayed his load down my hole, drenching my guts. He spasmed inside me for what felt like hours, his cock expelling stream after stream of his warm creamy load. It was everything I needed.

He pulled out and quickly ducked down to clean out my overflowing hole. He drank his own load from my ass and then met me for a depraved kiss, swapping his semen for my saliva. Out of breath, I parted from his lips and quietly peeled myself off the floor and started getting dressed.

Stephen's entire body heaved with exhaustion and he smirked at me. "Why do you try to resist me when I take such good care of you?"

" I don't know." I replied with a smile. "I guess I like to make you chase me a little."

He walked over to me and gave me a slow, tender kiss. "It's like chasing a turtle, slut." He laughed and smacked my ass as I turned to exit.

The rest of Monday passed in a blur, the way time often does after an incredible fuck. I kept anchoring my memories to our morning tryst. "Did you see the new laptop bags?" Kiki asked me. Yeah, I'd think, I saw them in the stock room as I ran to the bathroom to clean Stephen's cum off my sticky ass.

I had taken to keeping various colognes and powders in my work locker, often covering up the smell of cum with "Strawberry Kiwi Mist" or "Zesty Orange Spray." I had been building a reputation as something of a toiletries expert, with the girls in the store turning to me for advice on how they should smell or which lotions moisturized best. In reality, I had no idea, but I had to keep up the ruse for the liters of scents I kept on me at all times.

Wednesday arrived and I was dreading the thought of spending the evening cooped up with both Stephen and Tyler. How would Tyler avoid me this time? With such a small group, he'd have to talk to me. Right? And would Stephen say anything? Of course not. How could he even explain that? My mind flipped endlessly through these imagined scenarios, each more improbable than the last.

Because I didn't have to go in until 9, I had most of Wednesday to myself. Stephen had to go in a little earlier, but he stayed at his place for the day. That meant I was alone with my thoughts. I masturbated four times that afternoon, trying to make sure that I went into the night with a clear head. I didn't want to chance that I'd find myself alone with Tyler and start begging for a repeat encounter out of sheer horniness.

I thought about my dream all day; I could remember so much of Tyler's body even though our romp had been almost a month ago. His ridged stomach, his slender biceps, his thick pink cock that curved every so slightly to the right. I could recall in perfect detail his perfectly sculpted cock's head, its thick pink ridge that I caressed so carefully with my tongue. I thought about his fat, low-hanging balls, swollen with his hot load waiting to be released. I masturbated for a fifth time and got dressed for work.

One of the few "perks" of visual standards was that I didn't have to wear my work uniform. Despite the hours I spent tugging myself, I let my dick choose my outfit: a tight white shirt that hugged my new, leaner abdomen and a pair of black jeans that did great things for my ass. I threw on a bright yellow hoodie and combined with my styled hair and trimmed beard, I had a fun, sexy look.

I walked into the store at 8:45 and exchanged pleasantries with the closing shift. Around 9:15 Audra gathered the Visuals team in the middle of the store and went over the game plan for the night. It seemed easy enough, there was some basic cleaning, installing new displays, and making sure the software on the computers was up-to-date and functional. As Audra spoke, Stephen couldn't keep his eyes off of me and in that moment I felt like the sexiest turtle to ever exist.

My glee was short-lived though, as Audra announced we would be working in teams for the first part of the night. She and Sloane would clean out the desktop tables while myself, Brian, and Tyler hung the new wall displays: giant, colorful ads for new cell phones.

As the groups arranged themselves, I realized this was the worst possible outcome. Any hope I had of spending the evening on the other side of wherever Tyler worked were quickly crushed. I wasn't sure if I was thankful or upset that we were teamed with Brian. A very small part of me did hope for some alone time with Tyler. To try and mend some fences and at least get him to talk to me. But at least with Brian around, Tyler would have to tone down his hostility.

I hoped.

Sloane and Audra got to work as Tyler ran to fetch the displays. Brian and I worked on taking the old ones down. For a few minutes, I was okay. Brian was nice enough (and cute enough) to put me at ease for my first time at the visuals rodeo. We talked about the team and our coworkers. It was almost like I was having fun.

That feeling evaporated when Tyler came back and began giving Brian instructions, yet again ignoring me. For a while the three of us worked in relative silence, moving from wall to wall, Tyler only talking to Brian. If Brian noticed this, he didn't mention it. Stephen mostly stayed in the office, but would come onto the floor from time to time. He'd always stand behind me, and I would do him the favor of bending over.

Around 10:30, Audra and Sloane had started running updates on computers and we were done with the displays. Audra assigned Brian to start updating the notebook computers and asked Tyler and me to run to the stock room and bring up the new accessories. Before Audra finished talking, Tyler had begun running to the back, leaving me behind. I found him stacking cases and hard drives on a cart. Silently, I started helping him. He didn't acknowledge me in any way.

"You know, at some point, you will have to say something to me."

Silence.

"I didn't mean for that to happen. I mean, I'm not sorry that it happened, but I didn't set out to do that. I know you're married. I just wanted to be your friend."

Silence.

"Can't we pretend it never happened? And you can go back to treating me like a human being?"

And then Tyler spoke.

To me.

I was so taken back that I had to ask him to repeat himself.

"No." He said. "I can't pretend it never happened." His eyes fixated on the cases in his hands.

"Why?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Tyler's lower lip was trembling, and his eyes did not move from the products in his hands. His voice lowered and without looking at me he spoke again, "Because I haven't had sex with my wife since that night."

Before I could ask him what he meant, Tyler grabbed the cart and ran off to the floor. What the fuck did that mean? My mind raced through the possibilities and I felt so angry that I had no one to talk to about this. I hadn't told anyone about Tyler. Not Janis, not Beth, not even my straight friend Chris who I swapped sex stories with. I grabbed the rest of the accessories and huffed onto the floor. Tyler was talking with Audra and I knew my window was closed. I'd probably never find out what he meant.

Around 11:30 Stephen came back onto the floor and let Sloane, Brian and Tyler go home. Audra said she wanted to show me the end of a visual standards shift, that's why I had to stay.

"Great." I replied flatly. Not even hiding my contempt.

"We're almost done, I'm going to update the back of house computers and then I think that's it. Will you just finish fixing the cables on that table?" Audra asked as she walked to the back.

The other three walked through the floor on their way out and I said goodbye. Sloane and Brian waved, and Tyler actually looked at me. It was a plain look, nothing special. But he definitely looked at me. And suddenly I was wide awake, energized with possibility.

I worked quietly, letting my mind explore the possibilities of that look. And what Tyler had said to me. I imagined Tyler leaving his wife, showing up at my door and telling me that he couldn't go back to women after our incredible night. He'd pin me down and fuck me on the floor for hours. So engrossed in my fantasy, I didn't even notice the growing bulge in my pants.

Or that Stephen was standing inches behind me.

"Miss me, slut?" He asked, startling me.

I laughed him off and continued working on the nest of cables that needed untangling. I felt his hands on my waist, he was quickly closing the gap between our bodies. "Take these off." Stephen commanded, his fingers on my buckled jeans, his lips on my neck.

"Why?" I asked coyly.

"I just want to make out a little bit." Stephen whispered, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers pressing into my ass.

I chortled in rebuff, "I can't make out with you. I need to face this table." I turned away from him and refocused on the knot of cables in front of me, trying to ignore the bustling behind me. Before I realized what happened, I felt the air against my freshly bared ass. My pants and underwear crumpled around my ankles.

"I don't want to make out with your lips, silly slut." Stephen whispered in lust, his tongue suddenly working its way inside my hole. My knees buckled and I steadied myself against the table, trying desperately not to yell out.

Stephen's firm hands spread my ass and his tongue lunged deeper inside my hole. The cables were a bigger mess than when I had started, now knotted even worse in my white-knuckled fists. I felt his beard scratch against my ass and let out a loud moan. Stephen didn't stop to berate me, but did slap my ass. I raised one knee onto the table, allowing Stephen to get even deeper. He replaced his tongue with his finger and slid against my prostate. Again I moaned, unable to control myself.

Stephen stood himself up, adding another finger inside my hole and hissed at me, "You need to be quiet, slut. Because I'm going to fuck you on the sales floor. Just like I promised."

"We can't." I panted. "Audra's almost done."

"No, she's not." Stephen said plainly. I could hear him applying lube and then felt his wet fingers inside my hole. My back arched and I tried to argue with him. Tried.

I felt Stephen slide into me and whimpered softly. His kissed the back of my neck softly and whispered, "Tell me to take it out." My head fell back and my eyes closed as I pushed myself back onto his swollen member in response.

"That's a good slut." Stephen hissed. "You know you want this. Need it." He bit at my neck as he slowly started moving inside me. His right hand steadied himself on my hip and his left hand moved to my neck, tilting my head back meet him for a kiss. His tongue massaged mine and I found myself once more enveloped in him. His body burrowing into mine, I felt incredible. My eyes were open but I didn't even register that we were in the middle of the store. I couldn't register anything but Stephen. Any worry of being caught was quickly dissipated, replaced with the euphoric feeling of Stephen's meaty cock stretching me open.

"Do you think Tyler could fuck you like this?" Stephen sneered. "Do you think he would even know what to do with a hole as tight as yours?" He slammed himself into me, crashing me against the table.

I moaned in response. It was the best I could do. I bent down, now elbow deep in the cables I was supposed to have organized. But I didn't care about the cables. Didn't care about anything but Stephen. I moved my other knee onto the table, my ass slamming against Stephen's lower abdomen, his cock digging further inside me.

This was the perfect height, my hole aligned perfectly with Stephen. He moved his hands from my hips and down my thighs, pulling them–and me–closer to him. He fastened his pace, jack-hammering into me methodically. I was so close to the edge when Stephen pulled out of me abruptly and leaned forward.

"Don't make me chase you, slut. You know how much you want it."

I pushed my ass back and begged him.

"Please don't stop. Please." I whined. The desperation in my voice obvious.

Stephen reached around and took my aching cock in his hand, pumping quickly. He slowed only for a moment to slide himself back into me, the pressure causing me to cum all over his hand and the table I was supposed to be cleaning. Stephen resumed barreling into me, his sticky hands on my shoulders, forcing me onto him. "Perfect hole. Fucking beautiful. I'm going to fucking drown y--" Stephen cut himself off, mid-filthy rant. Before I realized why, he pulled me off the table and onto the floor, his dick still pulsing inside me. He grunted quietly and I felt his cock explode in my hole. His hands covered my mouth and that's when I heard the reason for the move.

"You're doing all right?" Audra yelled from the door to the back.

Reluctantly, I slipped myself off of Stephen and got on my knees, peaking my head out over the table.

"Yeah! I'm fine. I'm almost done here." I said nervously, slightly out of breath.

"All right. I'll be done in a few." Audra called out as she returned to the back.

I collapsed on top of Stephen, his load pouring out of my asshole. He laughed and turned my face to meet his for a kiss. I laid on top of him for a minute, kissing him as his hands roamed my body. We got dressed and together we sorted out the cable situation. I caught him stealing looks at me, his eyes fixated on my hands or my face. I didn't say anything, but I could feel it. Something had changed that night.

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