Friday Night Foursome

By

Annabel Bastione

 

Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione

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I took my rod in one hand, and moved the mouse with the other. My eyes widened as I glanced through the naked stills on a random tube website, looking for a suitable video to jerk off to. Soon, I found one, with a decent looking lady bent over in a appropriately naughty position.

Creak! What was that? I thought. Alarmed, I quickly zipped up my dress pants and stood up. Looking over the maze of cubicles in our office, I saw no one. It was a Friday night after all; no sane office worker would have wanted to stay back at this time of the week for work. Most of the lights were already off, apart from those few above my head. Those dim fluorescent lights that hung from the ceiling only served to add to the sleaziness of jerking off in the office.

Sitting back down in my swivel chair, I 'alt-tabbed' back to the site I was at and unzipped my pants. A faint, perverted smile flashed across my face as I saw the loading bar just cross over half the video's duration. Even if I pressed 'play' now I could watch it from start to finish without any loading hiccups or interruptions. I felt my member grow harder in my hand as I click on the play button, watching the nameless, but decent looking woman bend over to take it in the ass from yet another nameless male actor.

I stroked slowly at first, just watching the video, increasing the pace gradually in sync with the two nameless actors on screen. Closing my eyes, fantasizing for a second that I was the male lead giving it to her in the ass, my pace was in unison with his. I felt my body temperature increase as my strokes got more and more fervent, I tightened my grip, sending myself to the next level of excitement.

"Hey Travis, I... Woah!" A wave of confusion mixed with embarrassment rushed through my body as I turned to see my colleague Roger stagger back from the shock.

A tinge of disappointment hit me as I hurriedly turned the screen off and awkward stuffed my erect, throbbing member back into my pants.

"I... I can explain, Roger." I started, getting up and moving towards him, he almost fell over from the shock, so my first instinct was to catch him before he fell.

He held up a hand, his open palm facing me.

"Don't you come near me until you've washed your hands! I can support myself." Roger sputtered as he propped himself back up with his other arm.

My face hung red in shame as I watched up get back on his feet.

"Uhh, you won't tell anyone about this, would you?" I asked hesitatingly.

He gave a long, loud sigh. I squirmed.

"Well, only if you join us," he offered eventually.

"Us?" My mind was thrown into confusion. What exactly was he talking about? Who was us? What was I being coerced to join?

Seeing my confused expression, Roger helpfully continued.

"This way," he said tersely, gesturing to the meeting room door on the far end of the office hallway.

I followed his heavy footsteps with my own, my heart dreading of what was to come. Yes, I had been caught and now I was at his mercy. To top it all off, I did not cum earlier either and now was feeling sexually frustrated.

My heart jumped when I recalled him catching me. When he saw me masturbating at my table, I remember seeing the bulge in his pants get bigger, or was it my imagination? Either way, I had no intention of finding out Roger's sexual preferences. If he was gay and had the hots for me, I was probably doomed, to serve him as a sex slave or get fired when he ratted out on me.

I sighed, willing myself to accept my fate. Karma is a bitch, I thought as I mournfully wondered what punishment awaited me for my folly.