Coworkers

Coworkers

Chapter 7: First Date

"I've got"

"Some news for you"

"Fembots"

"Have feelings, too"

The clock ticked 4:00 and I cranked Swedish pop star Robyn on my speakers, just starting to get ready for my evening with Stephen. I indulged myself a nap after Jonathan left and woke up with a refreshed energy. I decided I had been approaching this evening with misguided dread. I wasn't going to be afraid of Stephen. He intrigued me. He excited me. He made me hard.

I adjusted myself and began laying out my various products. Moisturizers, hair gel, scented lotion, even lip gloss--a little trick an old friend taught me. It wasn't that I needed to doll myself up; Hell, Stephen had taken me twice looking at my absolute worst, but somehow I felt that if I looked my very best, I could take more control in our...relationship? I thought about it for a moment, but didn't want to label whatever it was Stephen and I had going.

I upped the volume further and jumped in the shower, singing along horribly off-key.

"In fact I'm a very scientifically advanced hot mama

Artificially discreet no drama."

I stepped out of the shower and looked at my naked body in the mirror, reflecting on the past few days. I brushed my hair and thought about Friday night. Convincing Mark to blow me and then fucking him in the middle of the break room. I chuckled softy, that was bold. I grabbed my shears and tended to my scruffy beard. I thought about Stephen taking me in the office and completely dominating me. I rolled deodorant under my pits and thought about Jake's impossibly thick ass. Smiling, I turned around to examine my own ass, recalling Stephen and me in the bathroom that morning. I noticed I had a small bruise forming from where he gripped me tightly. I ran my finger over it, as if proud of a battle wound. I pulled a pair of tiny white briefs on and thought about Jonathan, so horny, so tight, and so deprived.

I had never had so much sex in such a short period. I felt dirty and erotic and desirable but also a little ashamed. I started a month ago and already I was the office slut. I walked over to my closet, pushing the shame out of thought. I pulled out a pair of white skinny jeans that hugged my ass, a black v-neck, and a gray leather jacket. It was casual, but I know I looked good in it. I styled my hair, gave myself a few dabs of cologne, and after a few more minutes of admiring myself in the mirror, I was ready. At 5:30, I left my apartment not sure of what was in store for me. I took my time and walked onto the store's parking lot at six on the dot. Waiting in the back of the lot, Stephen stood in front of a black Range Rover, dressed in a gray v-neck t-shirt, black jacket, and dark faded jeans. He looked so handsome, his blonde hair parted neatly, his beard trimmed closely. He opened the passenger door for me as I approached and a smile took over my face.

"What a gentleman." I said with a sly smile. I decided to test the waters and leaned in for a kiss.

"Not here." Stephen muttered, temptation obvious in his eyes.

I paused for a moment, my face not a half-foot away from his, and ran my tongue across my top lip. I looked at him carefully, a tinge of sadness in my eyes as if to say, "You're not going to kiss me?"

I could see the hesitation in his eyes completely melt away and he leaned in for a quick kiss. I smiled at him and ducked into the car, taking note of the dark tinted windows. It was the first time I had `won' with him, taken any bit of control. I liked it. Stephen came around and slid into the driver's seat. In a flash his hand was on the back on my head, bringing me in for another kiss. His lips parted mine and our tongues crashed together. I reveled in his now-familiar sweet and salty taste, moaning softly into his mouth. Our lips parted with a wet smack. He pulled me closer and kissed my neck, running his tongue over the bruises he left only hours earlier.

"Are you hungry?" he asked quietly, his hot breath on my jaw. "I know a good sushi place."

"I love sushi" I replied, slightly out of breath.

Stephen kissed me once more and started the car in the silence, then moved his hand on top of my own. I cleared my throat and spoke quietly, "Are you, um, are we going on a date?"

"Yeah. Is that okay?" Stephen asked, smirking at me, his blue eyes dazzling.

"Yes." I replied, almost positive my face was blushing.

We traveled in comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes, indie music on the radio, the hum of the city surrounding us. I wanted to comment, but didn't for fear that it would ruin the moment. We pulled into the parking lot of a beautiful looking steel and glass restaurant in the fancy part of town. Again Stephen opened my door and as we walked, he placed his hand on the small of my back. It was a small gesture but it felt very intimate, very important somehow.

"A booth in the back, please." Stephen said to the hostess, who led us past the main dining room to a row of private, mostly enclosed booths. Something a celebrity might sit in while eating. It all felt very exclusive. Stephen ordered for us, requesting what felt like the entire menu. The waitress left us and Stephen stared at me for a moment.

"What?" I asked with a nervous laugh

"You look nice." He replied and leaned in to kiss me.

The two of us fell comfortably into the usual patterns of a date. We made small talk, stared at each other lustfully, and did our best to avoid groping each other under the table. At least, that's what I was doing. Eventually, Stephen asked me about my family. I told him about my large, loud, Mexican family and I paused before asking about his. My heart jumped, nervous about how he could or would answer the one question that had been on my mind during our entire time together.

"So, um, you're married." I said nervously, my eyes glancing towards his occupied ring finger, my voice shaking just a bit. It wasn't a question, but Stephen knew what I was asking. He smiled and looked at me, and then brought out his phone.

"My wife," he began, inflecting on the word wife, "is a woman named Violet. She is my best friend from college," he pulled up a picture of a beautiful young women with long curly black hair "and she is Canadian."

In an instant, I knew what he was saying. Rather, what he was asking me to believe. "A Canadian? Really?" I retorted.

"She came here for college and got a job after graduation but she lost it. And she would have had to go back. So I married her. I was single at the time, had just went through a bad breakup, and I helped out my best friend."

I mulled over his story. "But she has a job now, right? Kiki told me she works in publishing. Why doesn't she get a work visa?"

"She will. After we get divorced in two and a half years. If we split any sooner it could trigger an investigation from Immigration and I could go to jail for a very long time."

My eyes roamed Stephen's face, as if I could find out if he was telling the truth. After a while, I started to wonder why I cared so much. What if he was lying? What if he was some straight guy who wanted to cheat on his wife? What if he was a closet case who wanted to use me to fill out his gay fantasies? Why did I care? Why did I want Stephen to be this man he was claiming to be.

I didn't speak for a few minutes, Stephen eventually broke the silence, "What are you thinking?"

I lowered my voice and leaned into him, "I'm thinking about your cock inside me. And how I don't want that to stop. So if you're married, and I have to be your secret in the shadows, then so be it."

"Fake married." Stephen replied as he tucked his finger under my chin, bringing us close. His soft lips brushed my own, he kissed me tenderly.

"I'm going to fuck you for hours tonight." Stephen said casually, looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm going to fuck you so much you won't remember anything but the feeling of me inside you."

I swallowed and stared at him, a bit shocked. That was forward, even for him. I thought for a moment, my eyebrow arched and I replied, "Is that a promise?"

A smirk crept across Stephen's face and he moved in for another sloppy kiss, hissing, "You are such a fucking slut." We progressed from tender kisses to sloppy make out session in the span of two minutes. Our lips and tongues smacked loudly as we slobbered against each other, like dogs in heat. It was over the top, a statement that Stephen was going to keep his promise. We were interrupted too quickly by the waitress with our mounds of food.

We spent the rest of dinner far more well-behaved. Stephen moved closer and dazzled me with his extensive sushi knowledge and again we fell into the usual first date pattern. It was comfortable. Stephen seated inches away from me, his hand on my thigh, his lips occasionally on my own. I tried not to dwell on the unconventional nature of our budding relationship and focus on how much I enjoyed Stephen. Not just sexually, but our date showed me a new side of him. Smart, funny, insightful.

It took us an hour to work our way through the heap of food, and another hour we spent talking more. I learned he graduated from Northwestern with a degree in International Relations. He wanted to be an interpreter but could never get his Arabic to the level it needed to be professionally. He spent half a year in Israel, trying to immerse himself in the language further. But he could never break into the field. So he fell back onto IT work, which brought him to the store where he eventually made manager. I wanted to ask about Jonathan but didn't. He did mention that he spent a year and a half in a relationship with Austin, a manager from one of our stores in the suburbs. Their breakup was the miserable one that led him to marry Violet.

Trying my best not to sound like a teenage girl, I finally asked the last question of the night: "Why me? After the Mark incident, why not fire me or write me up? Why did you...?" I motioned with my hands to finish the thought.

Stephen gave me a sad look and I followed up, "Not that I didn't enjoy last night. Or this morning. I did. God I really, really did. But, why?"

"Because you're gorgeous. And when I saw you with that dopey twink Mark, I just kind of lost it. I have wanted you since the minute you came sauntering in for your interview with Henry and Tyler. In your tight pants and slick hair. I have wanted to bend you over my desk for the last month. And last night, I couldn't hold back anymore." The whole time he said this, Stephen crept closer and closer to me and as he finished he kissed me softly.

With that I was ready for the next part of our evening. Stephen payed for the meal after denying me the opportunity to pretend that I had the funds to pay for our feast, and we walked, Stephen's hand on my hip, back to the car.

As we drove, Stephen's growing bulge taunted me, beckoned me. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over, my hands quickly unfastening Stephen's jeans.

"What are you doing?" He asked, as if he didn't know what I was up to.

"Move your seat back." I said, my voice rich with lust.

We approached a red light and Stephen braked. He tucked his hand under my chin and brought my face level with his, "You have to earn that, sweetheart." He kissed me tenderly and smirked at me. "But if you'd like, I'll let you feel how hard you make me." Mouth agape, I barely registered that his hand grabbed mine and rested it on his bulging erection. What kind of man turns down a blowjob? Stephen was toying with me, denying me what I wanted most.

I palmed his erection and kissed his neck. "I need it, Stephen." I whispered in his ear, nibbling on his lobe. "Please?" I asked as I increased pressure, the pleading in my voice unabashed. Again he braked and turned to me, "Not yet. Besides, I need directions to your house."

I continued groping Stephen's swelling member, all the while begging him for more until we pulled up to my apartment building. We exited the car, erections no doubt obvious and made our way upstairs.I fumbled with my keys for a moment, trying to quickly open my door. Stephen's hands were on my ass, his teeth nibbling my ear. "Hurry" he whispered, his erection brushing against my back. After what felt like an eternity, I unlocked my door and Stephen and I came crashing through it, landing on the floor, my body underneath his. Door still ajar, he yanked my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans. I wiggled out of them while he discarded his own clothing, exposing his hairy, muscled physique. I stretched my right leg out and caught the edge of the door with my toes, slamming it shut behind us. Stephen had begun sucking on my neck, his hands groping my torso. I ran my hands inside his boxer-briefs, pawing at his hardened cock, reaching around to feel his toned ass. Stephen's head moved further down, kissing my chest and eventually finding my aching cock. He licked my shaft and my body dithered in pleasure.

"Stephen." I whined. He swallowed my length and I pulled at his blonde hair, overcome with pleasure. It was as if Stephen was designed to make me feel good. His tongue furiously swept across the width of my cock while his lips remained tightly suctioned. He bobbed his head rhythmically, easily swallowing my length and keeping my rigid cock in his throat longer than I could fathom. I was completely lost in the pleasure he was bringing me, panting desperately as everything became a little hazy. Stephen looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine and I nearly lost it. Even with my dick in his mouth, Stephen looked so masculine and strong. So in control. His mouth moved up and he lapped at my tip, taking my shaft in his hand, kissing his way back up my torso.

Stephen brought himself level with my face and kissed me, letting me taste my own cock on his tongue. He grabbed my left leg and swung it over his hip. My other leg between his, my crotch grinding against his stomach, my hole exposed to his wandering digits. His finger pushed on my entrance, enticing me. "So tight..." Stephen whispered, his lips on my shoulder, his hand traveling back up my body to find my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his fingers, making them slick. Again Stephen kissed me, sucking on my tongue, stifling my moans as his finger slid into my puckered hole. I broke our kiss as Stephen slid his second finger inside, growling at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. A whimper, maybe. Stephen lowered his mouth onto my neck and then shoulder, kissing, biting, marking me further. His fingers pumped in and out of me steadily, stretching me, readying me.

"Another" I whispered, desperate for more of him. Stephen pulled me closer as his two fingers retreated, quickly replaced with three. The stinging sensation was palpable, eclipsed only by the pleasure of his fingertips stroking my prostate. Stephen played with my hole as if he were a child with his favorite toy, smiling the whole time. But I wanted more. I reached in between us and fondled his hard cock. Again I begged for the thing I wanted most, "Please?"

With what seemed like very little effort, Stephen gripped my hips and carried me onto the bed, laying me flat. He stood at the edge of my bed, his body already beginning to glisten with sweat. He was so beautiful and I craved him, yearned for him from some deep place in my body I never knew existed. He discarded his boxer briefs, at last exposing his roaring cock. Saliva welled in my mouth at the sight: long and meaty with one thick vein running along its length but an otherwise unblemished shaft. His engorged head already sticky, leaking the nectar I so furiously craved. I needed it. Like the air in the room, I was convinced I needed to inhale Stephen's cock and I couldn't allow him to deny it to me any longer.

Stephen crawled on top of me, his warm body gliding against my own, and kissed me passionately. I ran my hands down the side of his rutted abdomen and took his hard member in my hands. I whimpered into Stephen's mouth, partly begging. I broke the kiss and nibbled on his ear lobe. "Please? I'm not going to make it much longer. You're driving me mad."

With a kiss on my neck, Stephen repositioned himself, now straddling my chest, his cock only inches away from my mouth. "I think you've earned it" he announced, the slyness in his voice thick.

My face lit up. I could feel it burning hot with unbridled joy. Stephen kneeled over my head, his marble cock less than an inch away from my face, his hands restraining my own. Even now, he stayed in control. I shot my tongue up desperately at his shaft, finally getting a taste of the cock that brought me such pleasure. He tasted better than I could have imagined, his meaty shaft had the same subtle flavor as the rest of him: like honey mixed with sweat, but amplified. He offered me his balls next, dropping them into my open and eager mouth. I sucked desperately, not sure if or when Stephen would again offer me himself like this. He held my head down when I got a little too eager, and taunted me mercilessly, giving me a taste of his tip and then pulling away before I could swallow his shaft. My dick oozed pre-cum, I was so incredibly excited by the man dominating me.

After torturing me for what felt like hours, Stephen leaned forward and thrusted himself down my throat, letting me experience his length at long last. "Fucking take it. I know you fucking want it." Stephen grunted roughly, his voice hoarse with desire, his eyes locked onto my own. I whined helplessly, overcome by his thick shaft, but determined to show Stephen how much talent I had. He rocked into my mouth steadily, his hands on either side of my head. I maneuvered my head to try and slow Stephen's pace and take a bit of control, but he didn't relent. He growled at me, his face contorted in lust as he thrust his seeping cock down my throat, his hairy balls rapping against my chin. It was everything I wanted. For a while we stayed that way, Stephen steadily pumping his cock into my throat and it was bliss. Eventually he slowed, "You want my load?" he grunted, running his hands through my hair.

I tried to form the word "please" around Stephen's cock in my mouth, failing miserably. But he knew I wanted it. His hands moved to my cheeks, spreading my mouth open and sunk his pole even further down my throat. He let out a high pitched moan and jerked once more inside my mouth. I felt his balls tighten against my chin and his cock erupted inside my mouth, drowning me in a stream of his warm load.

It was salty and hot and I squirmed in pleasure as I tried to swallow every drop. I massaged Stephen's swollen head with my lips, looking up to see the pleasure in his eyes. His breathing was ragged and his brow damp with sweat and I knew I had done well. I freed his cock and bared my empty mouth, as if I were presenting a magic trick with his cum: now you see it, now you don't.

A smile spread across his face and he leaned down for a kiss, lapping up his own spent seed. "Such a fucking slut" he whispered happily and crumpled next to me, still heaving from his orgasm. He moved his lips on top of my own and kissed me tenderly, his tongue swirling against my own. We remained this way, his body against mine, his hands wrapped around me, for what felt like hours. The hum of the street outside had died down and still we remained wrapped up in each other, kissing affectionately.

I ran my hands down Stephen's body to find his re-inflated cock and stroked slowly. I pulled away from our kiss and bit on Stephen's ear, whispering, "I'm ready." With that Stephen jumped off the bed and dragged me to its edge. He crouched down and pushed my legs up, bringing himself eye-level with my eager hole. I felt his flat tongue dart across my entrance and I shivered in anticipation. I grappled through my nightstand drawer, clutching onto a bottle of lube.

"Here. Hurry." I panted, offering Stephen the bottle.

He prepared himself quickly, my legs hooked on his shoulders, and lined his glossy cock with my hole. He shot me a smirk as I felt his bulging head slither through my hole. He quickly sunk his length inside me and allowed me to get used to his girth, a courtesy he had not previously extended me. In the back of my mind I took note of it, marking it as evidence of our evolving relationship.

At first, Stephen rocked into me slowly, tenderly. His swollen head crashing against my prostate, my body fluttering underneath him. His hands groped my chest and he bent down, his lips sucking on my neck. I pulled on my cock and Stephen interrupted me, "Let me. I don't want you to cum yet." He tugged on my shaft gently, teasing me. "You're beautiful this way" he said softly. "You were meant for this" he murmured as his hand grazed my taint.

I heard him but could barely focus on anything but his cock opening me. I pushed myself lower onto him and tightened my ring, coaxing him into going harder. Stephen got the hint and slid faster inside me, his heavy balls smacking loudly against me. "Yes, yes, fuck me." I panted. Stephen caressed my thighs and grinned at me. Harder he pressed into me, his head beating against my prostate.

Lost in my own pleasure, I whimpered and moaned endlessly, unable to stop myself. "Fuck, fuck, baby, harder."

"Baby?" Stephen repeated, his pace unrelenting as he bent to kiss me. "Is that you want? To slobber on my cock and call me baby?" His breathing has heavy, but his tone was placid, as if he were genuinely curious.

In response, a squeal escaped my lips; I could offer nothing more.

"Come on slut, I'm giving you my cock."

Heaving, I wrapped my arms around Stephen's neck and whispered, "Baby."

This set off a fire in him. He grabbed my waist and lifted me slightly up as he moved his knees onto the bed, giving him better access to my hole. He leaned back, hands on my thighs and pushed into me even faster. I was so turned on by the sight in front of me: Stephen's rugged flat abdomen rising softly, his head fallen back in pleasure while his hips rocked his rigid member inside me. He only fucked me this way a short while, the angle didn't give him the best control, and that's what he wanted most.

"Fuck" Stephen grunted as he withdrew his cock.

"No!" I pleaded, squirming in place, desperate for him.

Stephen came around the bed and crawled behind me. "Patience, sweetheart" he said softly. He positioned my body on its side and pushed his cock quickly through my hole. I exhaled in pain and pleasure as he resumed pummeling my quivering ass. I turned my head to find his lips, eager for my own. We were twisted into each other, two parts of a depraved machine. Again finding myself lost in him. He wasn't just fucking me, he was invading me, filling my senses with Stephen. And I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Stephen, St- I have to, c-c-c, fuck I have to cum" I whined helplessly, unable to stop the oncoming explosion.

"Not yet. Not. Yet." Stephen commanded, as if his words could stop me. He continued pumping into me, unyielding in his assault.

"I can't, I ca- I ca-" panting quickly, I tried to tell him, but it was no use. I clutched his body, keeping it close to me and within seconds my hole contracted around his cock as mine blasted my warm load. Even in the dark, I saw colors, my head actually ached from the intensity and I roared, my scream filling the room. Despite having shot earlier that day, my orgasm lasted several minutes and soaked my sheets. It took me a while to even register that Stephen had pulled out, now lying next to me, his erection standing tall and unattended.

"Why?" was all I could gather myself to say.

"I told you not to cum yet" he replied plainly.

Incensed, I threw myself on top of him, straddling his abdomen and leaning over his face. Without a word, I reached behind and guided his hard cock back into my ravenous hole, fucking myself on his throbbing tool. There was anger on my face, I could feel it. I looked him in the eye and sneered. He shot me a similar look. We fucked in relative silence for a while, only grunting and snarling, keeping eye contact the entire time. Stephen gripped my face and pulled me into him. "You want my load?"

I bounced on his cock forcefully and snapped, "You're going to fucking give it to me."

Stephen laughed and pulled me into a kiss. "You are such a fucking slut."

He nodded to his left and told me to get off. "On your stomach" he commanded.

I moved and felt him position himself behind me, his hands on my ass, playfully slapping me. His lips were on my lower back and then my shoulders. I felt his cock slide inside my hole as he whispered softly in my ear, "Your hole just swallows my fat prick. And you're still so fucking tight. You're such a good slut."

"Yours. I'm your slut." I retorted breathlessly. And I meant it. In that moment, all I wanted, craved, and needed was Stephen. I was his and I wanted to be his, wanted him to fuck me this way forever. Stephen drove into my hole, pushing his body off of me and then falling back down forcefully, his cock absolutely drilling into me. It was rough and it hurt in the best way possible.

We changed positions countless times. Stephen over me, next to me, under me. Eventually we returned to the position that offered him the best access to my hole, him standing on the edge of my bed over me, his cock battering my hole ferociously. I noted dimly that the sun was peaking through my curtains. That meant it was nearing seven in the morning. Stephen's hand moved to my cock, tugging me forcefully. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, "Cum for me. Please."

"Stephen" I panted. It was all I could manage.

He bent down to my head and kissed me softly on the lips, "You're so beautiful when you cum."

I whined as he continued working my cock and my ass.

"Don't you like me inside you?

"Yes, God yes."

"Then cum for me." Stephen stated, as if he were asking me for the weather.

I tried to say something, but I was lost. I couldn't feel anything, focus on anything but his cock pulsing inside of me. Pleasure was crashing throughout my body, setting me on fire and ravishing me. I could feel myself changing; opening up to a level of ecstasy I had never experienced. My shoulders dropped and my back arched up, my hole swallowed more of Stephen and my entire body contracted in pleasure. I was shooting, shooting lush ropes of my cream and coating my stomach. It was as if I hadn't cummed just hours earlier, as if I had never cum before in my life. I felt drowned in my own orgasm, bogged. My head dizzied as I tried to recover, my body felt weak, aching. I opened my eyes to find Stephen smiling above me. He kissed me once more and collapsed next to me. I reached for the towel on my bedside and cleaned us the best I could. Stephen draped his arm around me as I tucked myself onto his chest and drifted off to sleep.

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