Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2013 05:21:04 -0600
From: Oliver St. Croix <oliverstcroix@gmail.com>
Subject: "Coworkers" Chapter 7

				 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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