Monday morning, and Dan was driving us into work (as usual) with my head pressed down between his legs. This was our way of commuting whenever he didn't have time to fuck me before we left home. He'd pull his big dick out of his slacks, then push my head down onto it. I'd take his prick into my mouth and bob my head along in his lap without argument as we drove the highway, stopping at traffic signals and avoiding near fatal car accidents as I got him closer to blowing his load. I sucked my lips up and down his long dick, taking it as deep as I could from the angle I was in. I felt the SUV come to a stop just as his dick started to pulsate. I prepared myself for the mouthful of sperm I knew was coming, knowing I would have to be sure to swallow it all, least I stain our suits. Dan gripped the steering wheel tightly as his dick started pumping out thick ropes of fresh salty cum. I caught the heavy seed in my mouth, waiting for it to finish unloading and hoping it wouldn't overflow. Dan was still in the mist of cumming when he suddenly rolled down the driver's side window and greeted the security guard standing post at our office building.
"Good morning, Jimmy." he said pleasantly, just as he was filling my mouth with cum.
"Good morning mr Edwards. Nice morning, isn't it?" said the guard with a smile. The exchange startled me as I gulped down as much of Dan's cum as possible before spilling it. Jimmy saw my head move under the half open tented window, and knew by the angle that I was laying in that someone was in the SUV with Dan, obviously giving him a blow job. "Is uh...is everything okay, mr Edwards?" he asked, stretching his neck to see in better.
"Everything's fine, Jim. Have a good day." said Dan, taking off through the gate with a wink before Jimmy could tell who I was.
"Oh my gosh..." I said, sitting up in a panic. "How much did he see? Do you think he saw me?" I asked, my wet lips moist from their morning exercise.
"Who gives a fuck?" said Dan, pulling into his assigned parking spot and adjusting his pants as he got out of the car.
"I'm serious Dan, if something like this get out, that could be both of our careers...." I insisted, looking around to make sure we were alone as I wiped my mouth with a hanky.
"Relax Dave, he didn't see nothing. The security booth is lower than the SUV, he'd have to be standing up on his tip-toes to see in, and even then he'd be limited. So relax and chill." was Dan's advice to me. I relaxed, only because I knew the scandal would hurt him too, so I knew Dan wouldn't intentionally get us caught. Especially with new promotions that Dan and I were up for hanging in the balance. It meant more money, more responsibilities, a bigger office, and a junior partnership. I was the one most likely to get it, as I had the most time and experience of all the men in our level. But there was no denying that Dan was the more aggressive kiss ass of us all. He was a brown nosier who knew how to rub elbows with the best of them. His brown nosing was sure to make him a tough contender to beat, but I was prepared to quit my job if that happened. Dan was already hard to work with after Money told him my secrets, having him as my boss would make it damn near impossible. There was no way I was going to let that happen.
We took the elevators up to our floor. The office was all a buzz with work. I watched Dan greet everyone with a pleasant smile and a hardy handshake, just as he used to greet me before our current arrangement. I still had the taste of him in my mouth when the secretary handed me my morning cup of java, I grumbled a weak "thanks" and made my way into my office. I got online to check my email, and started to settle into my desk to do some work and take my mind off the long hard weekend I endured because of Dan. Even now my ass was still sore after all the activity it had. Dan and I used to be good colleagues, now he was my biggest tormentor. I never knew it was possible to like and loathe someone so much at the same time. His constant insistence of my sexuality was really nerve wrecking. I couldn't explain more how I was a healthy heterosexual before D-Money came into my life. He ruined my relationship with Dedrah, then turned my life upsidedown after making me his BITCH. Then there was his drug dealer friends, the ones that burst into my house and raped me, causing me to have to hide out at Dan's apartment (as if staying there were any safer). I didn't know how long Money expected me to stay with Dan, but it was becoming painfully obvious that it was high time I went back home. Dan was too demanding on me sexually, trying his best to humble me, humiliate me, and turn me into something I wasn't comfortable being. The hard part would be trying to leave without him threatening to spill the beans, but he had just as much to loose as I did, outing me meant outing himself too, and I was confident that he wouldn't risk that.
I was an hour into my work when I got a strange phone call from the parking garage, requesting my presence down in his complex. I hadn't drove my own car into work since moving in with Dan, so I couldn't imagine what he wanted from me. When I told him this, he insisted that I come down, as he had something important to discuss with me. I put my work on hold, and went back down into the basement garage by way of the elevator.
"Hey Jimmy, what's up?" I asked as I made my way to the attendant's back office.
"Hey Dave." he smiled. 'Dave?' What happened to mr Smith?' -I thought to myself as I watched him sitting behind a row of TV monitors which showed the security cameras of the whole parking lot. I saw him rewinding one of the tapes, but didn't think too much of it as I awaiting his reason for summoning me.
"What can I do for you, Jimmy?" I asked, anxious to get back to work.
"I've noticed you haven't been driving into work lately..," said Jim, factually.
"uh, no. My, uh...car's been in the shop." I lied, wondering what the big deal was.
"I've seen you getting a ride from mr Edwards a couple of times." he said, making goose bumps rise on the back of my neck at the mere mention of Dan's name.
"Yeah, sometimes..." I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Is that how you got into work this morning? Did Edwards drive you in?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.
"uh, no. I, uh...took transit in." I lied, wondering if he had indeed saw me sucking Dan's dick this morning.
"Oh, ok." he said, sounding as if he didn't believe me. But it was his word against mine, there was no way he could prove it.
"Why do you ask?" I asked curiously.
"He drove in today, with a passenger. But I couldn't exactly see who it was."
"No big deal there, he probably was just giving someone else a ride in." I said, trying to get the focus off of me.
"Whoever it was, was ducked down in the front seat. I could see their head bobbing up and down, as if they were...you know, sucking dick or something."
"No shit?" I said, acting surprised. "So Dan was getting head from some female co-worker?" I asked, making sure that I was completely eliminated from the equation.
"He was getting HEAD from a co-worker alright..." said Jimmy, toying with the buttons on his console. "...but it wasn't by no female!" he insisted, making me nervous all over again.
"How do you know?" I asked, suspiciously. "You said you didn't see who he was with."
"Security tapes." said Jimmy, pressing the play button as Dan pulled into his usual parking spot, and we both got out of the car. And as if that wasn't enough damage, it was clear to see Dan tucking his big dick back into his pants as he straightened himself up. All I could do was stare at the video monitor, hoping I was asleep and having a bad dream.
"It's not what it looks like..." I defended.
"Sure it is. Why else would you've lied about catching a ride in?"
"Please Jimmy..." I found myself begging. "What do you plan to do with that tape?"
"Depends..." he said casually, sitting back in his chair.
"On what?" I asked.
"How much are you willing to pay for it?"
"How much do you want?"
Jimmy looked me up and down, staring at my expensive 400 dollar suit and 300 dollar shoes.
"A man like you make good money, I guess, eh? Gotta nice car, a nice house, nice clothes...what's a few hundred a week to you, right?"
"Yeah, sure man. I'll write you a check." I said, hoping to end this quickly.
"Naw man, CASH." he said, holding out his hand. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet, but Jimmy quickly snatched it from my hand. He opened it, then scooped out what cash I had inside, -200 dollars worth. "This'll do, for now." he smiled, stuffing it into his pocket before handing me back my empty wallet.
"So when can I get the tape?" I asked, even toned. I didn't want Jimmy to think I was trying to challenge him and his authority.
"Oh, I'm holding onto the tape, how else am I gonna insure you keep paying?"
"And what guarantee do I have that you won't show that tape to anyone?"
"So long as the money keep coming in, I'd be a fool to blow it. Now wouldn't I?"
I guess he had a point. So long as I kept giving him money every week, he'd keep the tape a secret.
"Okay, Jimmy. We have a deal." I said, turning to walk out of his office.
"Wait. One more thing before you go..." he said, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back around only to find him unfastening his uniform pants. "I want some of what Edwards got this morning."
"You can't be serious!" I snapped, watching the bulge in his exposed underwear swell.
"I'm as serious as a blow job!" grinned Jimmy, stretching his pants out wide to make room for his meat.
"I won't be black mailed into paying you, AND suck your dick at the same time!"
"Oh no?" he said, standing up out of his seat and towering over me by a full 6 inches. "While I have this tape in my possession, I believe you'll do whatever the fuck I tell your faggot ass to do! And that includes paying me 200 a week, AND sucking my DICK whenever I feel like it! Or I'll turn this tape over to the head of security and tell him what I witnessed in the front seat. Now how bout that, BITCH?!"
I knew there was no reason to resist, and after the long weekend of getting fucked by dozens of different men, I saw one more dick as no big deal. Jimmy looked a little cocky and arrogant when I got down between his legs without further protest or hesitation. He reached in and pulled out his fat dick. It was about 8 inches long and really thick, even with my hand surrounding it, my fingertips didn't touch. I flopped it out into the open, and covered it instantly with my mouth.
"Damn, you really are into sucking dick, ain't you?" he sighed, feeling my mouth envelope him.
I could feel his dick filling in my mouth, stretching my lips wide apart as I sucked up and down the thickening shaft. He wasn't as long as Dan, but his dick was really thicker, like a small tree stomp. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it all the way down, as my lips were already stretched to the max. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking the head and about a quarter of shaft as I tried my best to take him whole. I could smell the musk scent of his crotch and balls, the scent was strong as it filled my nostrils and made me feel lite headed and high. Jimmy obviously like the head job I was giving him despite my enablity to deep throat him. He simply settled back in his seat and watched as I made a total pig of myself, slobbering and slurping all over his ultra thick manhood as I tried to get him off in my mouth.
"Yeeeaahhh maaannn, that feels good. How long've you been eating dick man?" he asked. Why do men always want to ask the dumbest questions when you're on your knees with your mouth full? Like he really wants to hear my whole life's story while I'm sucking his piece!
I knew we didn't have much time to get Jimmy of with my mouth alone (as anyone could come walking into his office at any minute with a question or a complaint about their car) when so much of his shaft was going untouched, so I pulled out all the stops and gave him the best hand job I knew to compensate for the parts of his dick my throat couldn't stretch wide enough to reach. I stroked my hand up and down the length of his spit shinned trunk, following the movements of my mouth in unison. Jimmy spread his legs wider, relaxing more as he surrendered himself in my careful hands.
"Aww yeah man, fuck! Suck my dick, man! Yeah! No bitch's ever been able to take that much! Keep it up dude, you're gonna get your treat in just a few minutes!" groaned Jimmy.
'My treat' -I thought, why do men always think cumming in your mouth is a treat for you? Like eating their cum is some sort of delicacy!
I bobbed my head and stroked my hand as fast as I could. I needed to get Jimmy off as quickly as possible, the longer it took to make him cum, the better my chances were of getting caught. I used the helpful combination of hand and blow job to massage his thick tool and bathing it in a healthy supply of spit as I churning his pole as if working a butter churner. I sucked my way back up to the head and started attacking the tip, causing his dick to throb uncontrollably. I could easily taste his pre-cum. Jimmy "ooo'd" and "ahh'd" as I worked him over good. I could tell by the way he was pulsating, that he was awfully close to losing it.
5 more minutes of intense work, and I could feel his dick thicken even more. Before I could pull off, Jimmy grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down on his dick and started spurting hot gushing cum into my awaiting mouth. He never warned me that he was cumming, assuming that I would take his load just as any good dick sucker would. I felt his cum spitting into my mouth in heavy doses, filling every corner with the salty tang of his reproductive essence. I drank it all down immediately, practically without even thinking. Dan and D-Money had obviously trained me well in that category. Jimmy watched as I drained his dick of every drop, his salty goo slowly sliding down the interior of my throat as it warmed stomach and made me queasy all at the same time. His hands relaxed on my head as I continued to feast. Once his dick finally started to soften, I removed it from my mouth and stood up.
"Sorry man, but I don't do dick!" he said, noticing the stiffness in my crotch.
"No problem." I said, licking the last of him from my lips.
"Look...I'm gonna be needing more of that there shit, you know what I mean?" said Jimmy, tucking his wet dick away sufficiently. "Gets kinda boring down here day in, day out, with nothing to do but check people in and out. Maybe you could come down for a visit a couple times a week, to help a brotha out. Know what I mean?"
"Yes. Yes, I know what you mean."
And so goes my torment.