Bisexual Stories

I work in an open office environment on a floor that houses about 45 staff, conference rooms, a board room, the director’s (3) offices and document storage areas. I work as an assistant operations manager overseeing several departments. A good friend of mine, Stephen, works as the assistant admin manager in a cubicle nearby. We have developed a good friendship since he joined the organisation about a year ago. Stephen is single, about 6″2 and well built through regular visits to a gym and cycling to and from work. I have a girlfriend who works nearby as a receptionist for a large firm.
 
My girlfriend recently planned a surprise holiday for us. Unfortunately this coincided with a huge project that we were in the middle of. My girlfriend had already paid for the holiday and I was kind of forced into making sure I could go. Easier said then done as I had a stack of work that needed doing for the project to be completed. The only person I could count on to finish the project was Stephen, but I wasn’t keen on placing such a huge burden on him.
 
Realising I had no choice I drummed up the courage to ask him.
 
“Are you kidding?!! Oh fuck me mate, that’s an ask and a half…”
 
“I know.. And I am so sorry. I wouldn’t have asked if there was a way around it.. but I’m really stuck here. Please, I’ll do anything.. I need this, she’ll kill me if I can’t make it..”
 
“Tell you what..” he joked “You be my bitch for a day, for the whole 24 hours and I’ll do it for you..”
 
“Sure” I agreed.. “Tomorrow I’m all yours, whatever you need…” Dreading the crap chores he was probably going to get me to do I went home. Stephen does a lot of data entry and works closely with the finance department. I hate numbers and admin, I’m more of a hands on manager, but right now I’d accept anything.
 
The next day Stephen greets me with a seedy smile. “Good morning my little bitch, ready for your big day?”
 
I laugh it off, “Yes my Master” I mock..
 
For the rest of the day Stephen takes full advantage of me, I end up doing all sorts of mindless admin chores, getting his lunch, washing his car and running his errands. Everybody in the office quickly realises what’s going on and ride me all day “Stephen’s Bitch” They joke.. “Here little boy” They call.. It’s embarrassing to say the least. But I have a good sense of humour and laugh along with it.
 
At the end of the day Stephen approaches me…
 
“Good work today my little bitch..Now remember, you agreed to 24 hours.. The last thing I want is a blowjob in the conference room, 5 o’clock tomorrow morning before anyone arrives..” Before I could respond he was gone.. Just a quick wink, a cheeky smile and he was out the door..

‘Was he serious?’ I wondered.. I was in shock. I thought he was straight as an arrow.. Just like me.. ‘Now what do I do?’ I thought to myself.

My head was in a fog the entire way home. A million ‘What if’s..’ were running through my head. ‘What if I turn up and he doesn’t?’ ‘What if I don’t turn up and he does?’ ‘What if he wasn’t serious.. But what if he was?’ They harassed me the whole way home. By the time I got to my house I had decided to show up. If he wasn’t serious he won’t be there and nobody will know, if he was, he’ll be there and maybe I’ll see his car then turn back before he knows I’m there…
 
That night I tell my girlfriend I have to start early. She barely gives it a second thought, consumed with the news that we were actually able to go on this holiday.

The next morning I park the car, and notice Stephen’s car is not there. Good I thought. It was 10 minutes past and looking like it was all a joke. I go upstairs and unlock the office. It was deserted. ‘I’ll just check the conference room then go get a coffee from McDonald’s for awhile’ I think to myself.

I open the doors to the conference room and turn on the lights. Nope. No Stephen. I turn away around..and bump straight into his large frame..

“Uh.. Umm *gulp*, I.. Ah.. I didn’t think you were serious..” I stutter, my cheeks turning red.

“I didn’t think you’d show” He said.. “But now that the awkwardness of asking has gone we might as well get on with it”

With that he pushes me back into the conference room, backing me up towards the large hardwood table.

He notices my petrified face.

“It’s ok Jack, it won’t hurt.. I promise… In fact I think you like it..”

“Now take your jacket off and get on your hands and knees little bitch, I want you begging for it..”

I just look at him, my dry mouth slightly open, and my pulse racing.

I’m not sure what made me do it, curiosity maybe, the rising state of arousal, maybe, but before I knew it I found myself sinking to my hands and knees.

Stephen smiled, and wasted no time. He moved forward and held his obviously aroused crotch to my face, gently pushing my face deeper and deeper.. I can feel his cock against my face, just a few layers of thin fabric between us.

Slowly he unzips his trousers, the soft fabric falling apart, revealing tight cotton trunks that were struggling to contain a raging hard-on. Stephen steps put of his trousers and lays them neatly over the back of a chair. He hooks his thumbs under the band of his trunks, pauses for effect, then slowly slides them down. What springs to life is a good looking cock, about 7 and a 1/2 inches, thick, cut and glistening with pre-cum.

“Taste it.. Take it into you mouth..” he says.

I freeze. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do with all of THAT’ I wonder to myself..

Stephen takes his finger and wipes the pre-cum off the tip of his cock. He holds my head and then wipes his finger along my lips, forcing me to taste him.

I don’t know what it is, but the taste of that pre-cum over-rode the last of my defences and hesitations. I sucked his finger, harder and harder until with a smooth motion Stephen places his cock into my mouth.

I lunge at it, surprising even myself, and attempt to take Stephen deeper and deeper into my throat.. Desperate to please.. Purely going off instinct I try to please him like I would like someone to please me.

It is not long before Stephen is moaning, thrusting in and out of my throat, testing the control I have over my gag reflex again and again. Tears come to my eyes as I fight the urge, willing my throat to relax and to accept the huge invasion.

Stephen begins to rub my back, lower and lower, and before long has his hands all over my ass. Yet again I shock myself, rather than flinching away I stick my ass high into the air, wagging it back and forth inviting his strong hands to probe some more.

By now Stephen is completely worked up, sweating and puffing, totally enjoying the moment.

Expecting him to cum soon I put my full attention on his cock, slurping up and down, running the tip of my tongue over his head..

But without warning Stephen pulls out. I look up at him with confusion on my face (and a lot of saliva and pre-cum).

“Take your pants and jocks off and knee on the table, I’m going to put this load up your virgin ass..”

I hesitate. This was not part of the plan.

“Shit Jack, you’ve come this far, you might as well go the whole way. It’s really good, and I’ll be gentle. Just get on that table boy because I want to fuck the hell out of you…”

‘Oh fuck it’ I think to myself.. What the hell.

I stand up, drop my trousers, step out of my jocks and get onto the table. Wearing just my white business shirt I lean back towards Stephen.

Stephen’s hands are all over my ass, running up and down the crack, firmly holding my cock and balls and running up my back under my shirt. It feels great..

Stephen then drops something cold and wet onto my anus, and slowly inserts a finger. The ease with which it penetrates me suggests Stephen just used some lube. ‘Cheeky asshole’ I think to myself.. He was planning this step all along!

Before too long Stephen is finger fucking me with two fingers. My ass begins to relax a little and the painful sensations give way to incredible pleasures.

I then feel him withdraw them, and fresh lube hits my ass. The big, warm, soft skin of the head of his cock is pushed into the slightly gapping asshole. Stephen pauses for a bit, then inch by inch he pushes deeper into my waiting ass.

The feeling of complete fullness that it gives me is indescribable. I moan loudly as I relax into him.

Taking his time, Stephen eventually gets his entire length inside me. He holds it there, waiting for my ass to adjust to the invasion. Without really noticing it I begin to push back into him, causing him to start gently thrusting in and out. Ever so slowly he slides back and forth, and ever so slowly I match his movements. We speed up bit by bit, and after some time we find ourselves rocking back and forth. Stephen places his hands on my hips and really begins to fuck me, grunting and groaning, gaining momentum with every minute.

Click.

We both freeze.

The unmistakable sound of a key in a lock is herd. Instinctively we knew that it was futile to go for our clothes.. There was no time. The door handle turned, and then the door swung smoothly open. Jo, the director’s Personal Assistant spun in and closed the door, and without noticing us began to walk towards her office on the opposite side of the room. Suddenly she jumped and dropped the papers she was carrying..

“Holy shit!” She exclaimed..

“Umm, sorry.. Didn’t mean to interrupt..”

Then with a wry smile.. Jo said “But don’t stop on my account, that looks hot as hell, I’d love to watch”

‘Ah fuck’ I thought. The embarrassment that flooded me was overwhelming, the shame at being caught was heavy, but the shame at being caught with a guy’s cock up my ass was even worse. Only one thing made it disastrous. Jo played tennis with my girlfriend.

Not knowing about the tennis, Stephen begins to rock back into me. I stare at Jo, who by now was picking up her papers and watching our every move. I close my eyes, fighting the urge to push back into Stephen..

It was useless. Just a few thrusts later and I was backing up on him, matching his every move. Jo put her papers on the desk and sat in a chair nearby, watching intently and flashing dirty looks between us both.

Before long Stephen had worked back up to where he was before, on the verge of shooting his load deep up my ass. Jo had her hand between her legs, up under her skirt and was squirming herself into ecstasy.

Just then Jo shot me a wicked grin, stopped masturbating and jumped up. She fumbled through her bag for a second and to my utter horror pulled out her phone. She immediately began taking pictures with it, shooting with one hand and trying to finger herself with the other. I couldn’t believe it.. Now I was really fucked. I had no idea what Jo had in mind for those pictures, but Stephens attention on my ass denied me the control to stop her. I gave in, and played the whore I was. At that point I began to really enjoy it again, even though my relationship was most probably about to be over.

Jo looked at Stephen, “I want to see him swallow…” she said.

Stephen suddenly gained momentum, and I silently anticipated the moment with eager curiosity..The thought alone was too much for me, and as Stephen worked himself toward the edge I fell over it, the involuntary orgasm shooting my cum all over the desk. I hadn’t even known that was possible.

Stephen then pulled out and spun me around so I was facing him. I moved in front of me, and I could smell my ass all over him. I could also see traces of myself on him, and couldn’t believe I was about to devour it all. But I was. And I did. The mix of his musky sweat, my anal juices, the lubrication and traces of cum was too much. Stephen suddenly tensed, and said “Don’t swallow yet” as his cocked jumped around in my mouth, erupting with hot sweat cum that tasted slightly salty..

“Show me..” he said. I obediently opened my mouth showing him the mass of cum, some dribbling down my chin.

Click. Another photo.

“Now swallow it Jack” demanded Jo.

I looked up at Stephen and slowly and deliberately swallowed his manhood, feeling the warm liquid slide effortlessly down my throat.

………………………..

We cleaned up, and despite my demands Jo never got rid of those photos, instead promising never to show anyone.

The holiday with my girlfriend that weekend as one to remember. She had booked a romantic cabin in the woods, and led me blindfolded to the door. She opened the door, and slowly took the blindfold off while whispering in my ear..

“You know how you’ve always wanted a threesome honey..”

I blinked as my eyes adjusted, but sure enough.. There laying half naked on the bed was Jo, dressed in suspenders and a corset, a wicked grin on her face, a cheeky wink and a mobile phone in her hand…