Chapter 4

Steve was a tall man with a big beer belly. He was in his early 50s, with gray hair that he cut short and slicked back, a short gray beard, and a kind face. A kind face that hid the fact that he was a huge pervert. Steve would constantly make dirty comments or would turn anything I said into something sexual. On top of that he would blatantly stare at my tits any time I talked to him.

We talked back and forth for a bit, his eyes never leaving my chest even though I was wearing a t-shirt and showed no cleavage at all. After a few minutes Richard settled in, and joined the conversation. He acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and I did my best to play along.

I went back to my desk and continued browsing while Steve and Richard went to the break room and back still chatting and joking. After a while I realized it had gotten quiet. I looked back to see Steve at his desk with his eyes closed and mouth open clearly asleep, Richard was back at his desk.

I must have started to doze off because I felt a hand on my shoulder suddenly and I jumped. Richard was standing beside me looking down into my eyes.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, “You’re quiet tonight.”

“Yes I’m fine,” I lied, “Just tired.”

“Not as tired as Steve,” he laughed, “He’s dead to the world back there.”

“Yeah,” I laughed “It looks like he is.”

I’m not sure why but I was starting to feel at ease again. Richard and I talked a bit longer and I started to wonder if I had just imagined what happend the other night. The moment was short lived however, because Richard looked back at Steve then down at me.

He undid his fly and pulled out his big cock. I was stunned by this sudden turn and Richard took advantage of my delay. He grabbed the back of my head taking a fistful of my hair and shoved his thick cock into my mouth.

I gagged as he forced his hard cock into my throat. Richard paused and looked back at Steve before he started fucking my mouth.

“Oh fuck that’s so good slut!” He moaned gripping my hair tighter, “That’s right suck my cock!”

I grunted around his shaft trying to push him away. Drool running from my mouth as he forced my head back and forth on his cock.

“You’re my slut now,” He grunted, “I’m going to use you every chance I get.”

I gagged again as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker,” he moaned.

I felt myself blush, his words filling me with a sense of pride. Why did I care if he thought I was a good cocksucker I thought as I absent mindedly swirled my tongue around his shaft. Richard kept pumping his cock into my mouth occasionally looking back at Steve to make sure he was still asleep.