Coworkers
Chapter 3: Stephen
My heart was racing. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't form any words. I looked like a fish out of water, my mouth flailing silently. I tried my best to act nonchalant, praying that Stephen was bluffing or guessing at something that he think happened. I couldn't remember seeing any security camera in the break room. I looked Stephen up and down, trying to read him for any trace of what he might be thinking. His cold blue eyes and stern face betrayed no emotion, though.
I didn't know much about Stephen, just that he was recently married (like everyone else in this store, apparently) and had traveled throughout the Middle East. People kept telling me he was straight, but I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Stephen didn't seem straight, his mannerisms and dialect seemed queer to me, somehow. But he often mentioned his "wife" so I guess he was straight. Or he thought he was. He had medium length dirty blonde hair that sat like a flat mop on his head. His boyish face was mostly covered with his scraggly dark blonde beard. He stood just under six feet tall and had a thin frame, I think. I didn't have any sense of how muscular he was (or wasn't) because he usually wore baggy long sleeve shirts and pants. His backside was rather flat and sported no noticeable bulge. Even now, as I faced possible termination, I couldn't help but assess Stephen's physique. I had a problem.
"About a year ago, we had them installed. Some of the employees were stealing." Stephen said as he made his way to the computer. He clicked around a little, pulled up a movie file, and pressed play. There on the 27-inch monitor, in glorious high definition, was my naked body, standing over Mark, fucking him senseless. Even with the amount of trouble I knew I was in, I had to take a moment to admire myself from behind. My ass looked amazing, not an ounce of fat on it. And you could see the outline of Mark's engorged cock, so clearly he had a good time. I smirked a little and Stephen gave me another steely look. He shut off the computer and locked the door.
"Stand up" he commanded in an even voice. "Now."
I rose to my feet and looked at the wall behind Stephen, too embarrassed to make eye contact. My face was burning hot and my hands trembled. Could I go to jail for this? Public indecency? But I wasn't in public. My mind had a million thoughts and I couldn't focus. I took uneven breaths and tried to keep myself from falling over.
"Turn around and put your hands on the desk." Stephen ordered.
I silently turned and bent over, placing my hands on the desk. I wondered briefly if I had ventured into some B-rate porn movie, but Stephen was probably going to have me arrested. I couldn't fuck my way out of this one. I thought about having to explain to my Mom why I hadn't even made it a month at this job. I thought about Tyler. Oh, god, Tyler. Would he find out about this? What would he think, that I'm some office slut? And I was going to be broke again.
Fuck.
I mentally berated myself for always thinking with my dick.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Stephen again spoke in his even, domineering voice, breaking my train of thought. "I don't like people who think they can do whatever the hell they want in my store. It shows a lack of respect." I heard Stephen shuffling behind me and wondered what he was up to. Maybe he was calling a more senior manager. Maybe he was calling the police. Before I could turn my head to find out he barked, "Eyes forward."
Again Stephen spoke in his steady voice, "There have to be consequences. I can't let you get away with this."
At that moment I heard the distinctive sound of zipper coming undone.
"What the fuck" I whispered, barely audible.
Stephen's right hand landed on my back, making me jump. His hand moved towards my bottom and my body fluttered in confusion. His left hand reached over me and grabbed a small jar of Vaseline. "Chapped lips" he said to himself quietly.
In that moment it should have been obvious what was about to happen, but my mind raced wildly through different scenarios. For one delirious moment, I thought Stephen was going to probe me for stolen merchandise. I heard more shuffling but still did not turn around. His hands landed on either side of my waist and reached down to undo my jeans. He wriggled my jeans and boxer-briefs down to my ankles, exposing my ass. I felt his fingers, wet with Vaseline, part my cheeks. He exhaled sharply and slid a finger inside my hole.
I arched my back up and began to turn around, trying to protest.
Stephen's hand pushed me back down and he calmly told me, "Stay still. You have to be punished."
His one finger quickly became two as he explored my hole. My mind finally focused on what exactly was happening and was horrified. My dick, on the other hand, was quickly inflating. I should have been angry, I should have been screaming for help, but Stephen had finally hit my prostate and I didn't want to stop him. I pushed back on his fingers, aching for his fingers to go deeper. Stephen let out a chuckle, breaking his icy veneer for the first time.
His fingers burrowed my ass for a good while, opening me up. I hadn't been fucked in months and Stephen knew exactly how to loosen me. My ass burned in a hot mixture of pain and pleasure as I rocked on his fingers. He added a third digit and pushed down on my prostate once more, making my legs weak. My knees buckled and my lower body began crashing to the floor. Stephen's other hand cupped my aching crotch and pulled me up. He slowly pulled his fingers out of my hole and I felt empty.
He shuffled again behind me and I knew he was lubing his cock. He stood behind me and leaned forward, his slick cock brushing my ass. Stephen licked my ear and whispered, "Are you ready?" I pushed my ass back, wordlessly answering his question. I felt his dick slap against my crack, taunting me. His hands palmed my ass on either side and he pulled my cheeks apart, readying me for his invasion. I felt his head force into me and let out a wild grunt. Stephen was bigger than I expected, much bigger. Without giving me much time to adjust, Stephen buried his cock in me, his lower abdomen flush against my ass. His hands moved to my hipbones, holding me in place as he started to jerk his hips back and forth. His slow movements quickly sped up and he began his full on assault.
In the back of mind, I took note of how depraved the entire situation was. Not even thirty feet away were people buying new cell phones and computers, and behind a thin door, in a room scented with cock and vaseline, my manager was fucking me senseless. I didn't dwell on it though, my brain mostly focused on Stephen's giant prick, impaling me with brute force.
"You're gonna fucking-"
He pulled out, leaving his head in my ring,
"Take-"
He plunged into me and pulled back out quickly
"This-"
slamming into me again
"Dick!"
and thrusted into me once more, putting the strength of his entire body into the thrust and slamming into me with reckless abandon. My body thrashed wildly against the manager's desk, knocking into stacks of organized papers and binders. The computer monitor tipped over and the keyboard fell onto the floor. But Stephen didn't seem to care, his cock moving in and out of me with increased speed. He combed his fingers through my hair and pulled my head up, bringing my torso off the desk. He grabbed my shirt and lifted it off me, throwing it behind us. "You think you can do whatever the fuck you want in my store, new guy? Huh? Is that what you think? Look at me." I turned my head to try and meet his eyes. He licked my neck and said, "Open your mouth." I parted my lips and let out a loud moan. He spit in my mouth twice and sneered, "You're going to be my slut." He clamped his hand around the back of my head and forced me down again, flat against the desk. His slippery fingers massaged my back, his bulging cock attacking me relentlessly.
I was in exquisite pleasure and the pain of his giant tool was quickly melting away. "Harder Stephen" I begged. "Harder." Stephen slapped my ass and grunted. "You think you can take this dick, slut? You fucking slut. You want it harder?" Again he slapped my ass. I whined in pain and braced for another, my ass clenching around his cock. He slapped me once more and thrusted roughly inside me, over and over again putting his body's strength into his movements. Beneath us, I stepped out of my jeans and lifted my left leg, resting my foot on the desk, allowing Stephen to penetrate me deeper. His hands were on my ass, squeezing my muscled cheeks, pulling me into him. He was grunting madly, letting out low huffs and puff. His fingertips dug deeper into my ass, bruising my skin. I bounced forcefully on his cock, trying to break his iron grip without luck.
Stephen's thrusting slowed and he pulled out quickly, slapping my ass once more. He grunted, "Turn over. Get on the desk." I finally faced his naked body and let out a slight gasp when I saw him. His torso was covered in the same dark blonde hair his jaw was, creating a fuzzy layer over his rugged body. He had an incredibly muscular abdomen and beefy pecs. His cock was enormous, at least two inches longer than mine, and thick throughout the shaft. I honestly doubted whether or not that was the cock that had been inside me. He was beautiful and I was filled with a twisted sense of delight and pride that he was fucking me. Stephen nodded at the desk, ending my ogling. I sat on the edge and leaned back slightly, parting my legs wide for him. Stephen heaped another gob of Vaseline on his dick and aligned himself. I made eye contact with him for the first time that night and saw him consumed with lust and rage. His shaggy hair and glistening body were drenched in sweat, like a man hard at work. I considered, briefly, if I should kiss him. Before I could make a move, Stephen pushed me back on the table, making me lie flat on the desk with my ass hanging over the edge. I hooked my legs around his shoulders and he thrusted inside me. I moaned loudly in pleasure, in this position Stephen's cock had better access to my prostate. His hips moved barely, allowing his cock's head to rub slowly against my pleasure center, driving me wild. "Oh fuck!" I panted repeatedly. But this wasn't about my pleasure, not really, and Stephen resumed longdicking me, his balls slapping against me.
My eyes couldn't stop roaming Stephen's brawny body. He was so muscular and so hairy, his stomach cut into uneven abs, the asymmetry somehow making him look even hotter. His broad pecs were harrier than his stomach, dark blonde fur obscuring his aroused pink nipples. I stared directly in his eyes and moaned in pleasure. "So big, Stephen you're so fucking big." I said in my best porn star voice. I still didn't know what Stephen's plan was, but I was determined to put on the best show I could for him. I ran my hands over my body and played with my sticky cock. I exaggerated my pants and tightened my stomach, trying to make the allusion of abs. Stephen was clearly on some kind of power-trip and I wanted to make him feel in control, to try and lessen the chance that I'd be fired. His hands were on my stomach and I grabbed his left hand, bringing it down to my bloated cock.
"It's hard because of you. You're so fucking hot." I looked him in the eye and moaned for him. He bent down, his cock still pistoning in and out of my ass and kissed me. His lips were dry and rough against mine, I opened my mouth and massaged his tongue with my own. He tasted like honey and sweat and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. We made out for a few minutes, his cock never once leaving my ass, before he broke the kiss. For a moment we fell silent, the only sound filling the tiny office was our strained breathing and Stephen's hairy balls crashing against my ass. I was taken out of the moment by a rapid knocking on the door. Stephen didn't stop, he didn't even turn his head, he just grunted, "Figure it out." I could hear faintly the sound of retreating footsteps and smirked at him. For the first time that night, he smiled back and I knew my job was safe.
His smile quickly faded though, his face twisting in lust. "Here it comes, slut. You're gonna fucking take my load." Stephen shouted. I knew I should have resisted, but I didn't even care, Stephen's dicking had turned in fact turned me into his helpless slut. I pushed my hole out, allowing him to get even dipper. He howled in laughter and said, "Yeah, you want my jizz. You fucking want it." He was pounding into me with incredible speed, his hands gripped tightly on my thighs, forcing me onto him. I unhooked my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, helping him get even deeper. His mouth fell open and he panted, "Oh yeah, oh yeah." His slammed his dick into once more and exploded. He released shot after shot of his warm load inside me, drowning my hole. His cock jerked inside me and his body convulsed, muscles tightening, making him look even more beautiful.
His orgasm subsided and he took deep breaths, his dick still inside me. He humped me slowly, his cock spasming a few more times. He carefully pulled out and leaned forward, his mouth next to my ear. I felt his finger enter me, sliding in easily. "You're gonna take my load whenever I feel like it. You understand, new guy?" I nodded in agreement and he brought his finger up to my mouth. I opened up and licked him clean, tasting his warm spunk and my own ass. I moved in for a kiss and Stephen accepted. His finger moved back inside my ass and I fisted my cock furiously. My hole clenched around his finger and I spilled all over my stomach. I felt my eyelids droop and for a moment I basked in the ecstasy of my orgasm. Stephen cleaned himself up and got dressed, covering his handsome body with his baggy clothing.
"Get dressed and go home." He told me, resuming his cool even tone. I picked up my clothes from the floor and put them on in silence. My body felt weak and my head was spinning. I tried to fix my hair in one direction, but it was pretty obvious that I had just been fucked. Hard.
"You can go out the back entrance. People will be suspicious." Stephen said, unlocking the door to the office. I followed him out and down the hallway to the back door. I stopped in the break room to grab my keys from my locker. Mark was still in there, cleaning up. It felt like years since I had my dick buried inside him.
"You come back for more?" Mark said with a laugh.
"No, I'm going home." I said, trying to be casual. I quickly grabbed my keys and and rushed out of the break room before Mark could make a comment about my appearance. Stephen waited for me in the hallway and unlocked the back door. I stepped outside and turned back to face him. "I might be late tomorrow, had a rough night."
He looked at me with his steely eyes and said, "There are consequences for being late."
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