This is part 2 of my story entitled "Taking Work Home". In part 1, I hooked up with a female co-worker named Laura. It wasn't until I was home in her bed that I realized she had a dick. By then it was too late. She took control of the situation, roughly fucking my mouth and facializing me.
In the weeks since that night, there had been no further encounters, but things between Laura and I had definitely changed. Her demeanor towards me was completely different. She often flirted with me in the office. Not in a coy, feminine sort of way, but in a very aggressive, almost predatory manner. She was like the stereotypical lecherous boss, constantly making strong and unyielding come-ons to his naive secretary. Only I was the secretary.
Normally, I'm not at all opposed to aggressive women. But this situation was different, to say the least. I was still trying to process what had happened in her apartment that night. I will admit that before then, I had occassionally fantasized about she-males. Now, I'm not gay. I don't mean that in a judgemental way; I have no issue with homosexualtiy whatsoever. I just know that I'm not attracted to guys. But, like most healthy adults, my curiosity about all things sexual sometimes extends beyond the bounds of what I'm normally into. I've always thought of she-male fantasies as a way to indulge my love of beautiful women with my curiosity about what it would be like to fuck and suck a hot cock. Before that night, however, I never actually thought it would happen, nor did I think I necessarily wanted it to.
But it had happened, and in a shocking manner. Laura seduced me into her bed, and when I discovered her secret, she didn't wilt with shame or embarrassment. Far from it; she turned into an animal, and completely used me for her pleasure. I still had trouble believing the ferocity with which she had pounded my mouth that night. The sheer fact of her boldness in treating me that way was matched only by how passively and willingly I accepted it. Now I was left to make sense of what it all meant. Was I bisexual? Was it just something about that moment that allowed me to give in? Or was it something about Laura? She was very attractive, to be sure, and very feminine. Even now, when I would pass her in the halls at work, I sometimes found it hard to believe what was lurking beneath her skirt, even knowing full well that it had been in my mouth.
Because I was so confused and, frankly, embarrased about what happened, I tried my best to keep my distance from her. I knew that her aggressive flirting was mostly meant to be playful, but at times there was a sharper edge to it, something that told me that she was ready to do me again at the drop of a hat. And maybe what scared me a little was the knowledge that, somewhere deep down, I was too.
For the most part, she managed to hide this behavior from our co-workers. Every once in a while, she liked to push it just a little bit. Once, we were talking in the hallway about some work matter. A female co-worker walked by and made a complimentary remark about the shirt I was wearing. When she had passed out of earshot, Laura smirked and said, "If she thinks you look good now, she should see you with a faceful of my jizz!" These moments would always startle and embarrass me. I would blush uncontrollably. Her gaze pierced right through me, and I knew that in that moment, we both had the same image in our minds: her straddling me, dick in hand, and me underneath her, coated in her cum. There was no doubt in my mind that the events of that night had given her some strange power over me that I was at a loss to explain.
Anyway, one day a few weeks after that night, Laura and I had a big client meeting together. The project we had been working on had not been going well. The client wanted answers, and they wanted to hear our plan for making things right. The task of presenting it to them fell to Laura and I. We had both stayed late at the office the night before, working on the presentation. To my surprise, her behavior was almost completely professional the whole time. Other than a few offhanded barbs here and there, there was little mention of...well...it. She wound up leaving the office before I did. "Got a hot date tonight", she said, grabbing her coat and computer bag. "You can finish this up, can't you dear?"
I was surprised. She never talked about her love life; all I knew about that particular topic was what I had experienced for myself in her apartment that night. So to hear her talk about running to meet a date caught me off guard. I suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over me. Maybe this meant I wouldn't have to worry as much about all the aggressive flirting and remarks any more. Perhaps she had moved on to someone else. That might explain why she had steered clear of her usual comments that night. A smile crept over my face as she left the office. Maybe I could finally start trying to regain my sense of manhood that she had, if not stripped away, then at least poked a few holes in that night.
The next morning, I was in the copy room, running off copies of the presentation. I had meant to do it the night before but had wound up staying really late, and I was just too tired. I was trying to hurry, as we only had 30 minutes until the meeting. Suddenly, I heard someone enter the room. It was Laura. I took one look at her and immediately knew that something was up.
Her eyes were on fire. She looked like one of those beasts of prey on the nature channel, captured in mid-hunt. She was breathing a little heavily, like she had just run into the room.
"Uh...what's up?" I asked hesitantly.
Without taking her gaze from me, she reached out with one arm and closed the door to the copy room.
"I need to fuck you", she said in a measured voice. "Right now."
A chill ran through my body. Before that night with Laura, I had always thought of her as being a little ditzy. She had a habit of talking like a stereotypical valley girl sometimes. I even went so far as to theorize that perhaps she wasn't all that bright. But the side of her I'd been seeing since that night had changed all that. I knew now that she could be cold, calculating, and relentless in her pursuit of whatever it was she wanted. And smart or not, one thing she definitely knew at all times was what she wanted. So, I knew enough to take her words very seriously.
"W-w-what?", I finally managed to stammer.
"You heard me", she said. "I am absolutely on fire and I need to get off, now."
"What are you talking about?", I said, almost pleadingly, already starting to feel trapped.
She began walking towards me. "That date I told you about last night? It didn't go well", she said. When she was standing right in front of me, she raised one hand and gently took my chin in her thumb and forefinger. "Let's just say he wasn't as...'accomodating' as you."
She turned around and took a few steps away from me, before suddenly whirling back to face me. "Anyway, he bolted out of my apartment and left me hornier than a bitch in heat. There is no way I can focus on this meeting today until I get me a piece." She smirked. "That's where you come in."
I tried to laugh, but it came out dry, hollow. "Uh...you're kidding, right?"
"Afraid not, lover boy", she said, walking up to me again. "What's the matter? Scared?"
To my surprise, she suddenly leaned in and kissed me. Gently at first, almost tenderly. I was completely taken aback, but quickly found myself responding in kind. For the first time, she felt less like a predator, and more like a lover.
Our kissing quickly became more urgent. She put her hands on my arms and pulled me in closer to her. The papers I had been holding in my hands dropped to the floor, and I embraced her. Our tongues probed each other's mouths.
Suddenly, she broke our lip lock. Her hands still on my shoulders, she spun me around so quickly I didn't have time to react. She pushed me towards a table next to the copier. Before I knew what was happening, she had shoved me down so that I was bent over the table. This all happened in about a second.
I immediately tried to stand up again, but felt her hands hit me hard in the back, forcing me back down.
"Easy killer", I heard her say behind me. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
I turned around to look. She had moved into position behind me, her body pressed against me with one hand on my back, holding me down. I realized with horror that her other hand was busy reaching under her skirt, pulling down her panty hose and thong. When they were around her ankles, she started reaching around my waist, fumbling with my belt.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" I said, starting to stand up again. Suddenly I heard a sound like a dull thud, and for a moment the room started swimming. She had let loose with a perfectly-placed karate chop to the back of my neck. It wasn't that painful, but it left me woozy and unable to react for a few moments.
"Goddamnit, you fucking baby!" she cried, sounding exasperated. "Cut the shit! Do you want someone to hear us?"
Everything felt like it was slipping away from me. This can't be happening, I thought. I was dimly aware of a metallic clinking sound. I looked down; Laura was busy undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. I heard the familiar sound of my zipper being yanked down. The sensation of cool air hit my legs as she unceremoniously pulled down my pants and underwear in one quick motion.
My mind was racing. Fuck, fuck, fuck! This can't be happening. How did I get myself into this? And, more importantly, how do I get myself out of it? This doesn't make any sense. I'm not a small guy; I'm certainly big enough to fend Laura off. So how is it that she has me bent over a table, ready to fuck me in the ass? Could it be that I want this? That I asked for it somehow?
The source of Laura's power over me clearly went beyond the physical, beyond any simple matter of willingness or coercion. Somehow I felt that, even if I didn't want this, she would make me want it.
I looked behind me again. The bottom dropped out of my stomach as I saw Laura's engorged cock poking out from the folds in her skirt. She had one hand wrapped around the shaft, aiming it directly at the bullseye, as her other hand continued to hold me down.
"Normally I like to use a little lube", she said. "But unless they've started stocking the copy rooms with KY, we're gonna have to make do without."
Shit, I thought to myself. This is not good. I tried again to get up. This time, she leaned into me, using the weight of her upper body to force me back down. I could feel her dick pressed against my ass cheeks. She put her lips close to my ear and whispered.
"Listen", she hissed. "I really need to do this, and I don't think either of us want to create a scene here. So my suggestion to you would be to lie still."
Slowly, she stood back up. I tried to move, but couldn't. She had broken my spirit. I lay there, resigned. She took her hand from my back, sensing that the last of my resistance had been sapped by her will. I felt her put both hands on my ass cheeks and use her thumbs to pry them apart. She moved into position behind me. I held my breath as I felt the head of her cock press against my anus.
"Easy now", she said. "This will just hurt for a minute or two. Then it'll be aaaaall good."
I gasped as she suddenly thrust into me. She didn't go in far, but my ass was on fire. I gritted my teeth and tried not to yell.
"That's the head", she said. "Don't worry, that's the worst part. I'll give you a minute to get used to it."
I was breathing hard and sweating, even though I was doing nothing but lying there.
"Man, listen to you" she said, chuckling. "I haven't even started fucking you yet!"
I could feel her massaging my ass cheeks, as though trying to get me to relax. Slim chance of that. 5 minutes earlier, I had been happily making copies, thinking that I was finally on the road to putting the last few confusing and upsetting weeks of my life behind me. Now here I was, bent over a table at work, Laura sitting tall in the saddle behind me, her cock head stretching out my asshole.
"OK", she said. "Time to get this show on the road."
Ever so slowly, I felt the length of her shaft sliding into me. She had been right; the pain wasn't any worse, and in fact was starting to subside a bit. She must have been going real slow because it felt like ages went by as she fed her throbbing tool into me, inch by inch.
"Thaaaaaaat's it", she murmured softly, in obvious pleasure.
I felt her legs pressing against my backside, and I knew she was in me up to the hilt. I could feel the pubic hair on her balls tickling my perineum. Suddenly I realized that I had been holding my breath the entire time she was sliding into me. I exhaled loudly.
Laura laughed. "You alright up there?" she said in a bemused tone of voice. "You know, if you just relax, you might even enjoy this a little bit."
I grunted. I felt too humiliated to even speak. Not just because she had me bent over a table with her cock buried inside me, but because we both knew that I was complicit in this. Oh sure, I tried to put up a struggle. But in the end, she wasn't so much forcing me to do this as much as she was forcing me to face some hidden desire. The sense of degradation I was feeling was undeniably tinged with arousal.
She began to pull back out, just as slowly as she had plunged in. Soon only her cock head was in me.
"OK", she said. "It's time to start fucking."
Before I could figure out what she meant, she slammed back into me in one quick motion. I let out a loud, involuntary grunt. It felt as though I had just had the wind knocked out of me. She began fucking me with long, hard strokes. Everything on the table was shaking and rattling. I braced myself as best I could, but occassionally my head would thump lightly against the wall as she thrust into me.
"Be quiet!" she whispered through gritted teeth, as though I had any control over it. "We don't want anyone to hear us."
A chill ran through me as I thought of our co-workers, mere feet away from us, while Laura had me bent over a table, underwear around my ankles, fucking me in the ass like a piledriver. Her thrusts were ferocious and relentless. The front of her thighs made loud smacking sounds against the back of mine each time she drilled her cock into me. I could hear her grunting with exertion. She was bracing herself against the table, her hands on either side of my body, trying to gain more leverage with which to pound my ass. I didn't see how she could possibly need it; if she couldn't get off fucking me as hard as she was, she never would.
The fucking went on for a while. I soon realized that we were both grunting in time to her rythmic thrusts, and it sent another pang of humiliation through my body. Not only was I getting reamed hard, but I was moaning in pleasure like a little bitch. In that moment, I could feel Laura's complete disregard for me as a person, seeping out through every pore in her body. I was truly nothing more than a warm hole to stick her dick in so she could get off, just as she had said. And here I was moaning and groaning right along with her, like a cheap whore.
I looked down and saw that I had a raging hard-on of my own. It was pressed between my body and the table. I was rocking back and forth with each thrust of Laura's cock into my ass, and the friction it caused was starting to give me that warm, familiar sensation in my balls. Oh my god, I thought, horrified. I'm going to cum!
Sure enough, it hit me like a tidal wave. It was a real barn-burner, too; the kind you feel from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. "Uhhnnn!" I cried out. I let loose with a torrent of cum. I could feel it dousing my stomach and the front of my shirt. I went weak in the legs and almost felt myself slipping off the table for a moment.
"Oh yeah!" Laura said, a small chuckle escaping her lips in and amongst all the panting and heavy breathing she was doing. "See, baby? I told you you would like it! Yeah, that's a good girl. Good girl. Squeeze that asshole tight for me, baby. Oh yeah, that feels good. Oh, shit..."
Her voice trailed off, but the pace of her fucking remained constant. With my orgasm come and gone, my entire body felt like it had gone slack. There was no longer any resistance in my asshole; her rod slid in and out with ease. The only unpleasant sensation was a dull soreness in my ass cheeks and the back of thighs from the pounding they were taking.
"Oh yeah, baby! I'm gonna cum!", Laura suddenly said. There was a different tone in her voice. It was more high-pitched, urgent; she was obviously about to have a barn-burner of her own, too. "Oh yeah, here it comes...".
To my shock, I could feel her seed pumping into me. It felt hot and thick, like molten lava. I could also feel the difference it made in the friction level as she fucked me; the first few strokes immediately following that first blast sped up, as her pole became slick with her cum.
Suddenly, in one quick motion, she pulled out of me altogether. I turned my head to look. With one hand, she was furiously jerking her rod. Rope after rope of cum shot out, hitting me square in the ass. I could actually hear it as it slapped against my asshole.
"Oh fuck, oh god", she cried. After a few more jerks, she roughly shoved it back in me. I gasped as she once again stuck it in up to the hilt. She gave a few more hard thrusts, then finally started to slow down. Gradually, she came to a stop, her cock buried deep inside me.
"Oooooooohhhhh", she moaned softly. "Ooohh baby." She laughed quietly. "Oh baby...holy fuck! That felt so fucking good. You have the best fucking ass ever. Seriously!"
She slowly pulled out of me. As soon as the head of her cock popped out of my asshole, I could feel a stream of Laura's cum running out and over my balls. It collected there and slowly dripped down to the floor between my legs. I could also feel that my ass checks and thighs were covered with her sticky goo. It was running in streams down the backs of my legs, and was starting to dampen my socks.
For a moment, there was no movement. The only sounds in the room were the two of us panting heavily. Slowly, looking like someone who had just run a marathon and barely had any energy left, Laura leaned down and pulled up her panty hose and thong. She looked almost comical as she pulled them up, shimying her hips and gently tucking in her now limp but still dripping cock. She smoothed out her skirt with her hands. Aside from her slightly tussled hair, she looked almost normal.
She started walking towards the door, her movements still slow and labored. When she got there, she put her hand on the knob, stopped, and turned to look at me. For a few moments, she surveyed me. In my mind, I pictured what she was seeing: me, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. My pants and underwear on the floor, around my ankles. The backs of my legs covered in semen, which was now soaking down into my socks and shoes. And the final touch, a pool of Laura's cum forming on the floor between my legs, fed by a slow, steady drip from my balls.
She smirked. Then she looked down at her watch. "Wow", she said. "That's quite a mess you've got to clean up. See you at the meeting!" Then she opened the door and was gone.