by Ana Vela
“Robert! Oh, jesus. Oh, fucking hell. I’m coming, baby! I’m gonna come with your fat prick buried in my ass! Oh, shit! Harder, Robert! Yes!” The word escaped in a hiss as Anastasia shuddered through another orgasm. It was smaller than the first, but no less sharp and pleasurable. Robert buried himself to the hilt inside her.
At the forceful clench of her rippling rear passage all along his cock, Robert grunted. “Yeah, baby. Here it comes! Coming for you, Anastasia!”
“Come in my ass, Robert,” Anastasia encouraged, clutching at his shoulders and rotating her hips to drive him onward. “Fill me up with your hot cum. Come on, baby. Give Kitty her cream.”
She felt the pulse of cock and the hot splash of his cum against her clutching insides. Anastasia sighed in satisfaction, melting back onto the desk as Robert pumped the last of his load into her ass. When he’d finished he gave a low groan and pulled out of her slowly, his cock making a wet slurping sound as he withdrew from her ass. He pressed a handful of napkins from their earlier lunch between her legs to sop up the mess and collapsed back in his chair.
“That was incredible. I should buy you a condo.”
Anastasia stroked her hands softly down her body, enjoying tiny shivers of aftershocks. She felt the slight ooze of Robert’s semen between her buttocks but the napkins kept the fluid from staining his desk. “I don’t want a condo. I like my little apartment with Victoria.” There was only one bedroom, with one bed that they shared, and the kitchen was covered with cherries.
Robert chuckled. “A woman who fucks like a mink at the drop of a hat and doesn’t want me to buy her things. I could marry you.”
“You’re already married.” Anastasia sat up, kicking her leg out to poke him playfully in the thigh with a bare toe. There was something so decadent and dirty about sitting completely naked on her boss’s desk in the middle of the day while he sat, fully clothed, in his office chair and leered at her.
“Don’t remind me.” Robert grimaced. Anastasia stroked the lump of Robert’s cock through his trousers with her toes. Her toenails were painted a pale coral.
“Don’t think about her. Think about the Wei-Lan account. Or yesterday’s P&L report. Or how you were just buried balls deep in my ass.” She grinned.
Robert groaned. His cock twitched but remained soft. “I should send Bryce a thank you card.”
Anastasia giggled, sliding to her feet and beginning to gather her clothing. It was scattered all around the office. Once she had her panties on she tossed the wadded, sticky mess of napkins in the trash. She pulled on her skirt, zipping it quickly and smoothing it down.
“Well, you could let me go early if there’s nothing super important left for the day.” She knew there wasn’t. Anastasia slid her blouse back over her head, not bothering with her bra. “He has golf with a few old frat buddies this afternoon. He wanted me to go but since it was a work day...” She shrugged.
Robert watched her with hooded eyes. “Are you going to fuck them all?” She saw the soft lump of his flaccid cock twitch again and smiled. Her own pussy had throbbed at the words.
“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. A few months ago, she’d had an encounter with Robert, Victoria, and Magdalena. A reward for Robert when he’d landed the huge, multi-million dollar Wei-Lan Corporation as a client. Since then she’d played with Victoria and Bryce, or Robert and Victoria, or Victoria and Magdalena, at the same time. But she’d never been with more than one man at once. She’d been thinking about it recently, contemplating getting Bryce and Robert together in one room and letting them both have her.
Clearly, Robert wouldn’t have a problem with that. She shivered. Robert tossed away the last of their lunch things, moving his papers back onto the desk surface. “Go on then. Just don’t forget the dinner tomorrow night.”
How could she? Tomorrow night Robert was taking her along when he went to dinner with Parker Willis. If Wei-Lan was a mega-client than Parker Willis was a super-mega-client. The tech guru could buy and sell Wei-Lan several times over. But he wasn’t a client yet. Which is what the dinner was about. Anastasia was beyond excited to have the opportunity to see this aspect of the job first hand.
“No way am I forgetting that.” She sashayed toward the office door. “See you tomorrow baby.”
“Anastasia,” he called, stopping her at the door. She glanced back over her shoulder and quirked a brow. Robert’s ice blue eyes bored into her grey ones. “Whatever happens tonight with Bryce and his buddies?” She nodded, her grin wicked.
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.” Anastasia winked and glided out of the office.
***
Victoria held up a mini dress in bright blue. “So, Bryce didn’t want to share you with his buddies? I’m shocked.”
Anastasia flipped through several more dresses in their shared closet, unmindful of her nakedness. Victoria was naked too, though not for any sexual reasons. At least, not at the moment. She’d come home from her afternoon with Bryce and now the two women were trying on potential outfits for the dinner tomorrow night.
“No. I think he was showing me off to them, though. It seemed to delight him that they were falling all over themselves and practically drooling when I showed up. And then afterward he could barely wait to get into a room before he had me riding his cock.”
The redhead chuckled. “He does like that position. Not that I’m complaining. So, was he showing you off like ‘this is my girlfriend’?”
“You know, I think so. All three guys were married. They razzed him about it a few times while I was there.” Anastasia shrugged. She and Bryce did each other favors. Posing as his girlfriend to make his old frat buddies jealous was hardly a big deal.
“Are you and Bryce dating now?” Mirth sparkled in Victoria’s blue eyes. Anastasia snorted.
“Bryce doesn’t date. He serial bangs innocent young girls. You and I are the only people he’s fucked more than once or twice in years.” She pulled out a simple sheath dress that went from a pale amethyst at the shoulder to a dark purplish black at the hem. It was studded with a few tiny jewels that winked in the light. “What about this one?”
Victoria cocked her head. “Possibly. Try it on.” Anastasia slipped it off the hanger and pulled it over her head. The dress fell softly to mid-thigh, settling around the curve of her hips and breasts. The neckline was a deep cowl, not quite immodest but still baring a fair bit of cleavage. Gauzy half-sleeves floated around her elbows. The dress was backless, dipping to the base of her spine. Victoria shook her head. “No. It looks impossibly hot, but not business dinner. Unless your business is of the horizontal variety.”
“Hey, if it’ll help land Parker Willis.” Anastasia giggled. Victoria collapsed onto the bed, pushing aside a pile of discarded dresses.
“Would you? Fuck him to help Robert land the account, I mean.”
Anastasia pulled the purple dress off and rehung it. “I don’t know. No, probably not. Not if Robert was going to get all the credit, anyway. Is that too cutthroat?”
“I think Robert would approve. You’re learning more from him than just how to take a ten inch cock.” Victoria giggled and pulled Anastasia down onto the bed. “Lord, look at you now. When I think of the blushing, stuttering young thing I met ten months ago...” She shook her head, wrapping her arms around Anastasia and pulling her against her soft, naked body.
“All thanks to you, Ellie.” Anastasia rubbed her lips over Victoria’s, tongue flickering against the moist part. Victoria’s tongue came out to duel with hers, wet and slick and velvet. Soon they were rolling on the bed, bodies rubbing together as their mouths sucked hungrily at each other.
“Fuck, Kat. Your kisses get hotter and hotter with each new lover you take.” Victoria nibbled Anastasia’s lower lip. “They teach you new things. Now you can make my clit throb with a kiss.”
“A kiss where?” Anastasia giggled. She slid her thigh between Victoria’s legs and rubbed her smooth skin against the redhead’s soft mound. Victoria
was already dripping. Her juices smeared Anastasia’s thigh.
“Anywhere,” Victoria moaned, nibbling at Anastasia’s lips. She cupped the younger woman’s head and kissed her deeply. When Anastasia pulled back and began trailing wet kisses down Victoria’s throat, the redhead leaned back and urged her downward with gentle pressure on her scalp. “That’s it Kat, suck my nipples. You know how I like it.”
Anastasia grinned against the pale, smooth skin of Victoria’s breast. “Hard. Like you like everything,” she drawled, and drew the older woman’s breast into her warm mouth. She pressed her tongue to the stiff peak, trapping it against the roof of her mouth and sucking. Hard, just like Victoria’s liked it. She spent a long time at Victoria’s breasts, moving from one soft mound to the other, using her lips, teeth, tongue and hands to manipulate the tender flesh.
Victoria clutched at her head and moaned, arching her hips to rub her pussy on Anastasia’s thigh. The redhead’s nipples were highly sensitive, and she could, occasionally, be brought to orgasm with no more than the ministrations of Anastasia’s wicked mouth. But the younger girl had other plans today. She cupped Victoria’s large breasts in her slender hands and trailed her tongue down the valley between them, peppering the smooth slope of the voluptuous redhead’s belly with wet kisses.
“Stop being such a tease. I need your mouth on me!” Victoria spread her thighs wider, splaying the glistening lips of her pussy beneath the trimmed triangle of red hair. Her inner folds were like mother of pearl, cream and pink and glimmering with her juices. Anastasia grinned up at her roommate, friend, and lover.
With her grey eyes locked on Victoria’s heated blue ones, she lowered her mouth slowly until the warm tickle of her breath wafted over the redhead’s damp sex. “Is this where you want my mouth, Ellie?” She extended her long, pink tongue and touched the very tip gently to Victoria’s swollen clit.
The luscious redhead’s hips twitched. She reached down to thread her long fingers through Anastasia’s dark hair. “Yeah, baby. Right there. Lick my pussy for me.” Her tone was throaty and encouraging. Anastasia slid a single fingertip barely an inch into Victoria’s twitching cunt hole. She stroked the digit around the satin walls of Victoria’s entrance, making the redhead gasp.
“What about here?” Anastasia murmured, lips brushing tantalizingly against Victoria’s clit. “Do you want my mouth here?” Victoria bucked, chasing the contact and groaning in frustration as Anastasia drew back. The brunette traced her wet fingertip down to the tight crinkle of Victoria’s anus and painted invisible sigils on the sensitive skin. “Or here?”
“Yes! God, anywhere! Everywhere, Kat, please!” Victoria’s fingernails dug into Anastasia’s scalp lightly, urging her down as she lifted her hips. “God, baby, please! Eat me! Fuck me with your fingers! Anything. Just... you got me so hot with your wicked mouth. I need to come!”
Anastasia chuckled, the sound muffled as she covered Victoria’s pussy mound and sucked at her as if she were a peach. She slurped the lush redhead’s tangy juices, flicking out her tongue to stab the wriggling tip between Victoria’s slick lips. Victoria cried out, arching in pleasure. Anastasia pushed her tongue deep into Victoria’s snug, swollen tunnel, licking at her inner walls while her fingertip continued to gently probe the redhead’s rear passage.
She rubbed her whole face into the redhead’s drenched cleft, using her lips and teeth and tongue. Anastasia nibbled the the long inner lips, sucking them into her mouth. Victoria’s guttural moan vibrated through her whole body. Anastasia left off her attention to Victoria’s ass and walked her fingers back up to the older woman’s slick hole. More of Victoria’s juices welled forth as Anastasia lapped at the taut nub of the redhead’s clit with a broad tongue.
“Like that, baby?” she murmured against Victoria’s damp red curls. Anastasia slid two fingers deep into Victoria’s clinging sheath, pumping in and out of the slippery silk tunnel. Victoria pressed her pussy down on Anastasia’s invading fingers, rotating her hips.
“Yes! OH! Harder!” Victoria’s own hands cupped her ample breasts, kneading the heavy flesh as her hips bounced off the mattress in time with Anastasia’s thrusting fingers. Her toes curled into the smooth sheets as she arched upward against Anastasia’s mouth.
Anastasia added a third finger, sucking at the hard button of Victoria’s clit. She rubbed along the redhead’s satiny inner walls, twisting in circles as she drove her fingers deeper into the hot, wet passage. Victoria’s pussy stretched around her hand, her swollen flesh hugging Anastasia’s invading digits. The brunette worked her tongue around Victoria’s turgid bud, squeezing it between her damp lips. She added her last two fingers, tucking her thumb against her palm and arrowing her other fingers as she pushed back into Victoria’s drenched passage, burying her hand up to her slender wrist.
The redhead’s fingers tightened almost painfully in Anastasia’s hair. Victoria’s breaths were rough and ragged as Anastasia’s hand slid in and out of her. She bent her knees, pushing with her toes to press her pussy more fully onto Anastasia’s tongue and fingers. Anastasia concentrated on sucking the firm bud of Victoria’s clit, worrying it with her tongue and teeth. Victoria gasped. “Gah! Yes! Oh fuck, baby, I’m so fucking close!”
Anastasia pulled her hand back, opening her fingers like a flower as she withdrew, stretching the slick, elastic flesh of Victoria’s pussy around her hand. Victoria bucked hard, keening, her hands leaving her breasts to curl around Anastasia’s head and force her deeper into her drenched cleft. Anastasia felt the moment Victoria’s orgasm slammed into her. The older woman screeched and writhed, her pale, round thighs clamping tight around Anastasia’s head. Her pussy, too, clenched around Anastasia’s invading fist, the muscles rippling along her arm.
She lifted her head to flick tiny licks against Victoria’s pulsing clit while she continued to finger fucked her spasming passage. “That’s it, Ellie. Come for me, baby. Give me all that sweet juice.” She lowered her mouth back to Victoria’s dripping snatch, licking frantically as her lover’s pussy flooded with her tangy nectar. Anastasia kept up the motion of her hand, timing her thrusts to the rhythmic clench of Victoria’s body, slowing as the other woman finally began to come down from her screaming orgasm. She lapped delicately at Victoria’s clit until the redhead collapsed back onto the bed with a long sigh.
“There.” Anastasia dropped a kiss on top of Victoria’s sensitive mound as she withdrew her hand. “Now maybe you can concentrate on helping me pick out a dress for tomorrow.” She winked. Victoria tossed a thigh high stocking at her.
“Brat. Don’t tell me you did that just to humor me. You love the taste of my pussy and you know it.” She poked Anastasia with one crimson-painted toenail.
Anastasia sat up, sucking each finger clean of Victoria’s tart juice. “I do. I really do. I never thought I would say that before I met you. You’re a terrible influence.” She grinned. Victoria rolled to a sitting position and pulled Anastasia in for a brief kiss.
“You’re going to dinner with one of the best investment bankers in the business and a potentially huge client tomorrow night, and you’ve barely been an intern for six months. I think I’m a pretty good influence.”
“Maybe.” But Anastasia’s tone was playful as she pulled away. “But I really do need to figure out what I’m going to wear.” She sighed, padding over to the closet to once again fish through the available outfits.
Victoria pouted, her plump pink lips turning down at the corners. “What about my turn?”
“Later.” Anastasia blew her a kiss. “I promise.”
***
They’d decided on a stretch fabric shift dress in a deep navy with white piping. It hugged Anastasia’s slender curves without clinging too tightly and had a small eyelet opening that bared just the tiniest hint of smooth cleavage. Twin bands of pristine piping wrapped across her ribcage and hips, giving the appearance of a wide belt. The style bared her arms completely, and paired with matching stilettos, a slightly muss
ed chignon and simple, tasteful jewels at her ears and wrist, Anastasia looked sophisticated and sexy as she entered Smoke the next evening.
She’d put the reservation under Robert’s name, and the wire thin maître d’ jumped to attention when she murmured, “Benning.”
“Right this way, miss. Mr. Benning has already arrived.” He ushered her toward a private alcove where Robert sat, sipping a glass Macallan Ruby. Neat, of course. His ice blue eyes glittered as she glided toward him. Anastasia smiled, but touched the bustling maître d’ gently on the arm.
“Mr. Willis will be joining us this evening. See that you have the champagne I requested chilled, please.”
His eyes went wide and he nodded quickly.
“You know,” Victoria had remarked last night, “if you help Robert land this account, you’re as good as guaranteed a permanent position. There’s no better arguing position than one of such power. Make an impression on Willis and you’re on your way to the letterhead.” She was referring to her promise that Edgeworth, Epstein, and Kendrick would one day be Edgeworth, Epstein, Kendrick and Nabokov if Anastasia stuck with her.
