Anastasia: The Complete Collection (Vol. 1-4)

by Ana Vela

  She munched on a mouthful of limp lettuce, scrolling through her contacts. There weren’t many, and none that she knew of in the city. Anastasia was staying at a hotel at the moment, all of her things packed into a storage unit. She had enough money to stretch until her first paycheck, but she’d much rather be spending it on an apartment than a hotel room. The problem was, she couldn’t afford to get an apartment on her own. She’d looked at some of the ads on Craigslist and places like that, but she’d been terrified by the horror stories she heard.

  So, here she was, in a city where she knew no one, in need of a roommate. She bit her lip, thinking of Victoria. Maybe she could ask the stunning redhead if she knew anyone looking for someone to share an apartment with. Then, at least, it would be a recommendation from someone she sort of knew. But would that be imposing? She’d only known the woman less than a day.

  But Victoria had seemed really nice. It couldn’t hurt to ask, Anastasia supposed. She tossed the rest of her salad in the trash, determined to bring the subject up that very night.

  ***

  Victoria was waiting for her in the lobby. Anastasia breathed a soft sigh of relief. She’d had this nagging worry all day that the older woman was hazing her. That she’d been nice to her only to see her humiliated. Anastasia had pictured Victoria standing with a group of co-workers just outside the glass doors, pointing at Anastasia and laughing as she stood waiting in the lobby. She shoved the thought away now. It was a residual from being picked on in high school, she knew.

  The redhead was talking to William, leaning far over the marble counter. William’s attention was only on Victoria’s face about 10% of the time. The rest of it was buried in the deep shadow of her ample cleavage. Anastasia’s face burned in sympathy for the unaware woman. When Victoria caught sight of her, she raised a hand and waved jubilantly, which made her breasts jiggle beneath her shirt. William grinned appreciatively.

  As soon as Anastasia reached her side, Victoria looped her arm through Anastasia’s and tugged her close to her side. “There you are! You made it through your first day! I’m proud of you. Frank sends at least half of the new interns packing within hours of arrival. You must be good.”

  Anastasia’s flush deepened at the praise, and she smiled. “I’m not easily ruffled. I think he likes that about me.”

  Victoria’s thin brows rose upward. “Think so, huh? Could be. Later, Willie!” she called back to the guy at the front desk. He called a goodbye, but when Anastasia glanced back over her shoulder he was still staring at them, dark eyes hot on Victoria’s ass.

  “He’s staring at your backside,” she muttered to the other woman. Someone should tell her, after all. “And he couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest earlier, either!”

  The redhead chuckled and patted Anastasia’s hand. “Oh, honey, I hope so. I’ve been trying to get his attention for months. Now that he’s looking, I’m going to make him work for it.”

  Anastasia sputtered, mouth hanging open. Victoria laughed that throaty laugh again. “I thought you said you weren’t easily ruffled?”

  “I’m usually not. You seem to have that effect,” Anastasia grumbled, flushing again as she realized what she’d just said. But Victoria just laughed harder.

  “Oh god, honey, you are too cute. We are going to have a blast. I can tell. Now c’mon, let’s go get a drink and celebrate your surviving your first day in the viper pit!

  ***

  She shouldn’t have had that third daiquiri, Anastasia thought later. Her brain felt slippery and her vision kept going a little blurry at the edges. Earlier, Victoria had led her into a bar a few streets from work. It was called The Exchange, and apparently it was where everyone from the building came for post-work drinks, or company lunches of the non-fancy variety. A raucous cheer went up as Victoria sashayed in. It was amply clear to Anastasia in minutes that Victoria was a good person to know, because apparently everyone knew Victoria.

  The group they met up with consisted mostly of other executive assistants, some personal assistants, and various other low-to-mid level cogs. The redhead introduced her around, but Anastasia was having problems remembering everyone’s names before Victoria had shoved a reddish-orange frozen concoction into her hands.

  “What is it?” Anastasia had asked, eyeing it’s bright colors and the fruit adorning the toothpick - a cherry and a pineapple chunk.

  Victoria winked at her. “It’s called a SnowJob! It’s frozen Sex on the Beach!”

  Anastasia blinked. It took her several seconds to process the words and understand them. And of course, as soon as she did, she felt the sting of blood in her cheeks. She’d blushed more since meeting Victoria than she had in her entire life previously. Victoria saw the flush and laughed again. “Seriously, honey. So cute! I adore you. Drink your drink!” She toasted Anastasia with her own SnowJob.

  She’d never been much of a drinker. No one had really ever invited her to parties before. The cold and the sweetness did a good job of masking the alcohol, and she was halfway through the second, chatting with a girl named Stephanie who worked in Payroll when it hit her. She felt suddenly hot all over and a light, as if someone had filled her body with helium. She giggled, clapping her hand to her mouth.

  Stephanie nodded in understanding. “I know. I felt the same way!” Anastasia was lost, she’d completely forgotten what the other girl had been talking about, so she just nodded in return. Victoria slid into the chair next to her, her own porcelain skin flushed with alcohol.

  She grinned at Anastasia. “Drink up, slowpoke! I’m already one ahead of you. I can’t celebrate your first day harder than you do! C’mon! You survived Frank!”

  “I told you,” Anastasia said seriously, grasping her glass carefully. “He likes that I’m unflappable.” The word sounded strange in her mouth. She repeated it. “Unflappable.”

  Victoria tilted up the bottom of the glass as Anastasia drank, pouring the SnowJob into her mouth faster. Some dribbled out the corner of Anastasia’s mouth and Victoria swiped it up with her finger, sucking the digit clean. That caused heat to bloom in Anastasia’s belly. She set the empty glass down, frowning. “Unflappable,” she said again. Victoria threw back her head and laughed.

  “I think what Frank likes is your ass, honey. It’s what he always likes on the pretty interns.”

  Anastasia’s eyes widened, but she found herself laughing too. “He did talk about it a lot! He kept telling me to get my ass places.”

  “Yup. Totally fixated. Not that you can blame him. Who’s getting the next round?” She called this last to the table at large. A man Anastasia vaguely recognized as someone Victoria had introduced her to raised his hand. Victoria held up two fingers. “Two more SnowJobs in honor of my friend here and her unflappable ass!”

  Anastasia opened her mouth to say that perhaps she should stop drinking now, but someone said something that made her laugh and she forgot what she’d been meaning to say. And now here she was, partway through her third SnowJob and feeling decidedly woozy. She pushed back from the table, swaying a little, and made her way to the bathroom. If she could splash a little cold water on her face she’d feel much better.

  As soon as she stepped into the quiet, white tiled room, she realized she had to pee. She’d only been in the stall a second, had only just pulled up her skirt, when the door crashed swung open again and two people practically fell into the room. One of them was Victoria. The other was a man. A man Anastasia recognized. Her boss, Frank.

  Frank was in his early thirties, she thought. Somewhat plain looking, with thinning dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was really tall, maybe 6’5, and sort of gangly. Not the type of guy she’d picture the stunning Victoria with. He was sure with her now, though. Frank had Victoria pinned against the bathroom door.

  Anastasia had opened her mouth to call out her presence, but no words came out. Frank twisted the lock, making sure no one else could come in. It was just the three of them. Not that either Frank nor Victoria was aware they we
ren’t alone. A fact that became even more evident to Anastasia as she watched her boss shove his tongue down Victoria’s throat. Not that the statuesque beauty seemed to be minding. Her thin, pale hands clutched at Frank’s head. And if he was shoving his tongue down her throat, well, Victoria appeared to be swallowing it whole.

  She’d never watched porn, not had any siblings or many friends. She’d never seen two people making out so passionately before. The sight made her thighs tremble. Anastasia felt a rush of moisture between her thighs. She whimpered softly, momentarily sure she’d peed her panties. But no, the fluid slicking her pussy lips wasn’t urine. It was her juices.

  “Let me see those gorgeous tits, Ellie.”

  That was Frank, tugging Victoria’s blouse out of her skirt and frantically pawing at the buttons. They seemed to pop right open, as if the garment itself wanted to show off Victoria’s bountiful assets. Beneath the shirt, Victoria’s wore a bra of pale pink silk. She reached up and yanked the cups down, baring her naked breasts. Frank groaned loudly as they came into view. Anastasia was glad he did. The sound masked her own gasp.

  Victoria’s breasts were huge. Whatever was beyond double d’s. Anastasia didn’t know. Victoria’s skin was porcelain there too, smooth and creamy, except for the candy pink of her nipples, which stood up hard on top her massive mounds like gumdrops. Anastasia licked her lips, which suddenly tingled.

  Frank bent, sucking one tight bud into his mouth. Anastasia could see his cheeks hollow as he drew on Victoria’s nipple hard. Victoria’s hands clutched at Frank’s head, pressing him into her tits. “Oh god, Frank! You know how much I love it when you suck ‘em hard like that. It gets my pussy soooo wet.”

  This seemed to increase Frank’s ardor. He slurped at Victoria’s tits, moving back and forth between them as if he was starving and she fed him. She crooned and cooed, encouraging him with filthy words. Anastasia had never heard some of them.

  Frank finally lifted his head and kissed his way back up Victoria’s throat to her mouth, shoving his tongue between her lips again. He ground his hips against her, humping against her belly. Anastasia’s breath caught at the motion. She hadn’t really thought they were going to have sex, here, in a public lavatory. But if Frank’s intense grind was any indication, she’d been wrong.

  Victoria dragged her mouth away from Frank, hands dropping to his belt. “Feels like someone’s got a present for me, huh? Did you bring your favorite executive assistant a gift, Frankie?”

  “Oh yeah. It’s all for you, Ellie.” He chuckled, stepping back so Victoria could tug his belt open. Anastasia stared, wide eyed, as the voluptuous redhead sank to her knees. There was the rasp of a zipper and then Frank gasped. Victoria’s hand was inside his pants. For a moment, Anastasia could see nothing but the movement beneath the fabric. Then Victoria chuckled.

  “There it is. Come here, baby.” She drew out her hand, which was wrapped around the long, hard length of Frank’s cock. Very long. Anastasia knew she was naive, but she wasn’t a virgin. She knew what a man’s penis looked like. She’d had one inside her once. But not one like this. She felt her eyes widen as Victoria uncovered what looked like ten or eleven engorged inches.

  Anastasia gulped, almost afraid for her new friend. But Victoria’s was grinning like a cat about to get a bowl of cream. She stroked her hand slowly up and down Frank’s impressive length. He groaned. “Fuck, yes. Even your hands are magic, Victoria.”

  “Flatterer,” Victoria grinned. “Still, I guess it deserves a kiss in thanks.” Her pink tongue came out, glistening with saliva, and lapped at the round head of Frank’s dick. He hissed, jerking his hips, pressing against her lips. But Victoria pulled back just a little. “Ah ah! Not yet, Frankie my boy. I’m going to enjoy my present. No rushing.”

  “Victoria,” he moaned. “We don’t have much time.”

  She stroked him again, fingers squeezing. “There’s always time enough to enjoy the good things in life.” She swirled her tongue around his cock head, sucking at the small slit. Her lush lips rubbed against the smooth head.

  The sight was so erotic, so much more sexual than anything Anastasia had ever seen before. She was startled to find that the hand that had lifted her skirt when she’d come into the stall was now pressed to the damp front of her panties. She no longer had to pee, and she no longer felt woozy. She did feel wet and tingly between her legs, though.

  She wasn’t masturbating, she rationalized. She needed to pee and she was just... holding. But her eyes were riveted to the action outside her stall. In the few seconds she’d glanced away, Victoria had engulfed nearly half of Frank’s cock. Her head bobbed slowly, her hand stroking the part of his shaft she hadn’t yet taken into her mouth. Frank’s long fingered hands were curved around Victoria’s skull and he was pumping his hips.

  Victoria was looking up at Frank, watching his face. Frank’s eyes were squeezed closed and his breathing was ragged and open mouthed. She increased her pace, bobbing her head faster. Anastasia could hear the wet slurp of her lips moving on his slick cock, Frank’s soft grunts, and Victoria’s small ‘mmm, mmm, mmm’ noises. She wondered of Victoria would let him come in her mouth. Would she swallow?

  Anastasia’s one and only boyfriend had wanted her to do that, but she’d been too nervous and afraid. She’d sucked him for a little bit, but when he’d tried to push her head down further she’d pulled away. Victoria, clearly, did not want to pull away. In fact, she pressed closer, letting go of Frank’s shaft to grip his hips. Anastasia watched in amazement as Victoria’s throat rippled. The redhead wriggled her head slightly side to side, and several more inches of Frank’s long cock disappeared between her lips.

  Victoria’s throat bulged. Frank’s prick was sliding into her throat! Anastasia gasped and then clapped a hand over her mouth. If they found her now... But neither of them was concerned with a tiny gasp. Victoria kept swallowing Frank’s massive meat until her nose was pressed into the dark curls at the base of his cock.

  “Oh fuck, oh Jesus, Ellie. Shit that’s good. You are a hell of a cocksucker.”

  In reply, Victoria pulled off of him the slightest bit and sank back down, slurping his rigid shaft between her lips. She hummed something into his crotch and Frank shuddered. He yanked himself away from her, panting, pulling his cock free of her mouth and clamping his hand tight around the base. Victoria smiled, wiping saliva from her chin.

  “Damn it, Ellie, you almost made me come!”

  She quirked one thin red brow. “And that’s a bad thing?”

  Frank breathed heavily through his nose. “Of course not. But I need to get home before Clarissa, and I want to fuck that amazing ass of yours first!”

  Anastasia was stunned. Not just that Frank had a girlfriend (or a wife?) that he was cheating on, but that he referred to anal intercourse so casually. Surely Victoria didn’t do that!

  But the redhead rose gracefully to her feet and walked over to the bank of sinks. As she passed Frank she gave his dick a pat. “Always in a rush. Fine!” She sighed, bending forward slightly over the sinks. She looked at him in the mirror, blue eyes twinkling as she reached back and hiked her skirt up to her hips. She shimmied her silk panties down to her ankles and spread her legs, grinning. The wet mound of her bare pussy, pink lips glistening with her arousal, peeked from beneath the fleshy globes of her gorgeously curved ass. “Well, come on then, stud! Fuck me!”

  Frank moved behind her, pale face flushed. His cock hung out of his pants, glistening with Victoria’s saliva. Anastasia held her breath watching through the gap between the stall door and the wall as he gripped the base of his prick and began rubbing the head up and down Victoria’s wet pussy.

  In the mirror, she could see Victoria watching Frank. The redhead was bracing herself with one hand while the other massaged one hefty breast. She moaned and wriggled against Frank’s cock, biting her lip. Her eyelids fluttered. It was blatantly obvious she was enjoying herself.

  Anastasia’s pussy throbbed. She’d never
seen anything as hot as the sight of the voluptuous woman begging to be fucked. Her hand trembled as she slid tentative fingers beneath her own soaked panties, gently touching the slick, sensitive lips of her sex. She sucked in a sharp breath as even that barely there touch sent a spark of pleasure throbbing through her. She kept watching as Frank circled the broad head of his cock around the tight pucker of Victoria’s asshole, pressing in just a little. The tight ring of muscle opened, swallowing just the tip of dick.

  Both Frank and Victoria gasped. Anastasia’s fingers parted her sticky pussy lips, sliding against her swollen clit. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud as she slipped her fingers deep into her own slick passage. Her eyes darted from where Frank pressed slowly forward, burying inch after inch of his rock hard cock into Victoria’s stretching sphincter up to the mirror, where she watched Victoria as she whimpered, moaned, and rubbed at her own tits.

  “Oooh, yeah, Frankie,” Victoria groaned. “Give me every inch of that lovely, long cock!”