by Ana Vela
Her mouth went dry. For a man of nearly fifty, he had an incredible physique. One well muscled arm was thrown over his head, baring the long line of his tricep. The other was folded over his sculpted belly. He was broad at the shoulder, narrowing in a V to his slim hips. His chest bore a smattering of curling, light brown hair that thinned into a trail and disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. Below them, his legs were long and lean and lightly furred with dark hair as well. Everything about him was long. Legs, feet, toes.
But what drew her eyes like a beacon was the bulge in his tight boxer briefs. At first she thought it must be the angle of his legs, or a twist of fabric, something distorting the perspective. She drew closer, gliding silently further into the office. When she reached the side of the sofa and looked down at him, it was clear it was no illusion. The large lump in his underwear was all him.
Anastasia’s fingers itched to reach out and touch the soft mass of his sleeping cock. She curled them into a fist. Her eyes traveled up the length of his body, marveling at the sleekly muscled perfection that he hid beneath his designer suits. Sleeping, his dark hair with its smattering of grey slightly mussed and a faint shadow of a beard on his usually clean shaved cheeks, he looked decadent and sexy as hell.
He mumbled in his sleep, hips shifting, and Anastasia backed slowly out of the office. Victoria had once told her not to depend on sex to get you everything you wanted at work.
“They can always find someone else to fuck, if that’s all that it’s about. Do your job well. That’s the first part. Do your job well and fuck like a mink? That’s what makes you invaluable.”
She was already doing her job well and didn’t plan on stopping. But she wanted to be invaluable to Robert Benning. And after that glimpse of his drool-worthy body, fucking like a mink had a decidedly pleasant ring to it. Now, she just had to figure out how to bring it about. The man had to be hard up. He hardly ever went home and there was only so much relief he could be giving himself. Well, now Anastasia was going to take care of all his needs.
When he woke up forty minutes later, she’d had a fresh suit delivered and laid it out for him, sent the old one to the dry cleaners, and had coffee and breakfast (wheat toast, two rashers of bacon and two hard-boiled eggs) spread out on the low table beside him. Anastasia took her place at her own desk and began working on the Willis earnings spreadsheet.
Robert strolled out of his office at 6:15, dressed in the fresh suit and sipping his coffee. He still looked a bit bleary eyed and stubbly, but he flashed a quick smile at her. “You’re in early today.”
“I couldn’t sleep, sir.” She extended a small paper bag toward him. “I’ve reserved a room for you at the Hilton one block over if you’d like to shower before the day officially begins. I know you’ll be busy this week working on the Wei-Lan account, so I’ve booked it for the whole week, in case you need it again.”
He blinked at her. “Uh. Thank you, Miss Nabokov.” He glanced inside the bag. His lips twitched as he took in the shaving cream, soap, shampoo, deodorant and razor she’d included. “How did you know my brands?”
“I heard you occasionally worked overnight and took the liberty of contacting your housekeeper in the event a situation like this arose. I hope you don’t mind, sir.” She felt a flush heating her cheeks. Anastasia worried she’d overstepped a boundary. But he nodded slowly.
“Excellent thinking, Miss Nabokov. And I like your initiative.”
Anastasia leaned forward, clasping her hands together. She knew the movement, aided by the deep V of her silk blouse, bared a generous wedge of cleavage. She might not have breasts like Victoria or Magadelena, but they were still full and firm. “Thank you, sir!” she gushed, beaming up at him.
Robert Benning shifted back from her desk as his eyes dropped to the shadowed cleft between her breasts. She saw his Adam’s apple bob but he dragged his gaze away. “I’ll just head over to the hotel. I have my cell. Forward any calls from The List.”
“No problem, sir.” She leaned back swiftly, feeling the sway of her breasts. His eyes darted briefly down and away again. He hurried out. Anastasia chewed her lip. She wasn’t sure if she was going about this the right way. She’d never pursued a man before. Both her college boyfriend and Bryce, her occasional lover, had chased her. Though, granted, she hadn’t made Bryce run very far. Still, they were the only two men she’d ever slept with. She wasn’t sure she had any idea how to seduce a focused, work obsessed, cultured older man like Robert Benning.
Maybe Bryce could help. She dialed his number swiftly, her eyes on the clock. He picked up on the third ring. “Ana,” he answered sleepily. “I wish you were here with those plump little lips wrapped around my cock right now.”
“Good morning to you too, Bryce.” She giggled. He must be alone if he was saying such things. “I guess you didn’t get the new mail courier from Waltham & Pepperdyne to come home with you last night.”
He groaned. “No. She’s remarkably skittish. Shy as a church mouse.”
“Need me to pull a Jordan?” She was referring to the naive young market analyst who was the first girl Anastasia had helped Bryce seduce. All she’d done was assure the girl what a sweet, wonderful guy he was. Anastasia supposed she should feel bad, but she didn’t. As far as she was concerned, Bryce was a sweet, wonderful guy. If any of the dozens of feckless newbies had turned out not to be boring lays, they’d still be enjoying Bryce’s gorgeous body, just like she was.
“Nah,” Bryce replied. “Still early days. You know the chase is my favorite part.”
“That’s why I called actually. I need some... I don’t know, pointers, I guess.”
Bryce yawned. “Who are you chasing, my bad little Ana? Is it the sweet Magdalena?”
Heat prickled along Anastasia’s skin and a flare of desire tickled along her nerves. “Oh, you’ve been talking to Ellie again.”
“She might have mentioned your generous offer to the nubile young maiden. I don’t suppose you’d care to share?”
Anastasia snorted. “You’ve got your own. But no, I’m not calling about her. I’ve got a different prospect in my sights at the moment. A man. I’ve never, you know... seduced anyone before.”
“Should I be jealous?” The sheets rustled as Bryce rolled over in bed. Anastasia could easily picture him there. She’d seen the scene with her own eyes often enough. His long, golden tanned and sleekly muscled body would be naked and stretched out on the jewel toned sheets. Moisture dampened her panties at the mental picture.
“As if you would be. What color are your sheets?” The question was out of her mouth without her conscious thought. Bryce’s chuckle was rich and dark.
“Why? Are you picturing me naked, Ana?”
Her nipples tightened. She squeezed her thighs together at the throb of pleasure. “Always. Are you going to help me?”
“The sheets are green. And my cock is hard just hearing your sexy voice. I’ve been stroking it this entire time.” The phone rasped against Bryce’s hair and then Anastasia could hear the slick, wet slide of his hand moving along his shaft, smearing it with pre-cum.
She moaned softly, filling in the picture with the green sheets - darker than the sea green of his eyes - and him pumping his fist along the thick length of his erection. She heard the soft rush of his breath and knew he’d returned the phone to his ear. “Robert Benning,” she breathed. “I’ve been assigned to his office as his new assistant.”
“You’re kidding.” Bryce laugh was musical, a rolling, timbre that befit a man of his supermodel good looks. “Tell me you’re kidding.”
“I’m not. Why?” But something Victoria had said at lunch was clicking into place. ‘You don’t need to worry about Bryce.’ She hadn’t really paid attention to it at the time, too enraptured by the press of Magadelena’s soft, sweet body against hers. But it had registered in her subconscious and surfaced now. Anastasia gasped. “Mrs. Benning! She was the one you got caught fucking at work?”
The second time she and Bryce had
ever slept together, he’d told her he was leaving E, E, and K. He’d been forced out because one of the junior partners had discovered him balls deep in the wife of another junior partner in the conference room on 14. Luckily for Bryce, the woman who’d discovered him had agreed not to tell the man’s wife because she didn’t want him to get hurt. But Bryce’s sordid tale of screwing a man’s wife in his bed, while the guy’s kids were downstairs, to get back at him for... She giggled. “You screwed his assistant.”
“Two of them, now,” Bryce replied, laughter still in his voice. “You’re far superior to... whatever her name was. Molly, maybe. Your cunt squeezes me like a slick fist, Ana.” He gasped, clearly matching action to words. Anastasia squirmed in her chair, pussy pulsing at his words.
“Will you help me seduce him?”
“Are you wet right now, baby?” Bryce’s breathing had grown a little ragged. Anastasia knew that sound. His cock would be leaking streams of pre-cum now, thick and throbbing, and his hips would be arching off the bed. If she flicked his flat nipples with her tongue... Bryce groaned, as if she’d done just that. Anastasia pictured him pinching his own hard buds, pretending it was her. Her hand snaked down between her thighs, brushing feather-light touches as she pushed up her skirt.
“Yes. I’m soaking, Bryce. My pussy is throbbing and wet.”
He grunted. “You want my help? Touch it, Ana. Stroke your slippery quim for Bryce. Play with your clit and let me hear you come. Then I’ll help.”
“Mr. Benning could be back any second.” But she was already pushing aside the thin silk of her underwear and teasing her fingertips along her slick labia.
“Then I guess you better hurry. Come on, Ana. Talk to me. You know how much I fucking love to hear those bad words come out of your sweet little mouth.” The bed was creaking rhythmically. Anastasia knew he was lying there, phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear as he worked his fat cock with one hand and massaged the sack of his testicles with the other. She knew exactly what Bryce looked like as he pleasured himself and the actions played themselves in her mind’s eye.
She panted softly. “I’m sitting at my desk. The one right outside Mr. Benning’s office. He slept in the office last night and I sent him to the Hilton so he could shower. He was sleeping when I first arrived though.”
“I know the desk you mean.” Bryce’s voice was harsh and she could hear that the creaking had increased. “Did you spy on him, bad little Ana? Is that why you’re suddenly so keen on this particular course of horizontal advancement?”
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured, pressing her fingers between her lips and circle the taut nub of her clit. “He was only wearing boxers and I could see the bulge of his cock. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew that would wake him up.”
Bryce groaned. “Dirty Ana. It was big, wasn’t it? You were wet before you called me, thinking of that long prick shoving itself into your tight little slit.”
“Did his wife tell you?” She pressed her fingers as deep into the slick, swollen flesh of her pussy hole as she could reach, pumping in and out and imagining it was Mr. Benning’s cock, just like Bryce said.
“Yup. For all the good it did her, since he was never around to give it to her. Part of what made her so bitter, I think. But tell me, Ana. What do you want to do to that big dick?” He was panting and the bed was creaking loudly as he fucked his fist.
Anastasia rocked her hips, humping her hand. The fact that someone might walk into the office at any second, that Mr. Benning might walk in, only heightened her arousal. Add to that the sensual thrill of listening to Bryce get himself off and she was reaching orgasm at a record clip. “I would’ve dropped to my knees and took him out of his boxers and kissed and licked all along his shaft until it got fully hard. And then I would have sucked him into my mouth. You know how much I love a nice, hard cock in my mouth, Bryce.”
“Fuck yeah, I do. I adore your precious little cocksucking mouth.” He blew a long breath out his nose. “Would you make him cum with that sweet little tongue of yours? Would you swallow his spunk?”
“Like I do yours, you mean?” Her fingers drove rapidly in and out of her snug passage while she strummed her clit with her thumb. “Not that time. First, I’d want him to bend me over the couch and fuck me from behind. There’s a wall there that’s half windows, but its two-way glass. From the outer office it just looks like marble. We’d be able to see out, but no one could see us while he plowed my wet cunt with his massive cock.”
Bryce cursed. “God, you’re such a wonderful slut, Ana. I think I might marry you one day.”
“You won’t. But that’s alright, you can still fuck me.” Sharp arrows of pleasure shot through her as she mashed her engorged clit. “Fuck, Bryce I’m going to come. My pussy is dripping wet and my clit is throbbing. I’ve got three fingers buried inside my hot slit but its still not enough.”
“You wish it was Robert Benning’s monster cock,” he growled. It wasn’t an angry noise. That guttural growl meant Bryce too was close to coming. Anastasia gasped at the almost painful crackle of pleasure in her pussy.
“Or yours. Anyone’s. Just a big, hard, thick cock pounding into my dripping snatch. I need it so bad, Bryce.”
“Fuck, baby, you know I love that dirty mouth. You want me to fuck you with this fat cock? Because I will. I’ll shove my prick so far up your slippery cunt you’ll taste it on the back of your tongue. And while I’m doing that I’ll rub that slick bud of your little clitty until you scream my name.”
She knew exactly what that would feel like. He’d done it before. Remembering the last time they’d screwed sent her over the edge and she came. She tried to swallow her squeals and whimpers, but she knew Bryce could still hear her. “Bryce! I’m coming! Oh god!”
“That’s it baby, yes!” He grunted and moaned a series of short ‘ahh, ahh, ahh’s. Anastasia knew he was pumping a load of jizz onto his own sculpted belly right now. It might even shoot all the way up to his chest, but the last few spurts would dribble over his long, talented fingers. If she was there she would lap him clean, getting them started on round two.
But she wasn’t, so she drew her fingers from her slippery folds, tugged her underwear back into place, and smoothed down her skirt. Her fingers were still gooey with her juices. Anastasia bit her lip and glanced around. She couldn’t go to the bathroom to clean up and risk missing Mr. Benning’s return. She smeared the excess cunt juice across the latest market risk report.
On the phone she heard Bryce’s long sigh. He chuckled. “Well, that makes up for calling me so early, I suppose. Now, what do you want to know.” Water was running. Bryce was cleaning up. Lucky him.
“He’s older than me, cultured, very focused. If his wife couldn’t even hold his interest and he presumably loves her, what am I supposed to do?”
His snort was loud. “His wife couldn’t hold the interest of a 15 year-old on Viagra. Do you know how hard it was to get it up for her all those times? I don’t blame him for never going home. If that’s what was waiting for me, I’d never come home either.”
“You’d never come home all the time if a wife was waiting for you no matter who she was.” Anastasia giggled. She adored Bryce, but she had no delusions about the nature of their relationship. That was one of the very reasons it worked so well for them. She wasn’t naive enough to think that just because they enjoyed sleeping together meant they had to live happily ever after.
He clapped a hand to his bare chest. She could hear the slap of flesh. “You wound me, Ana.”
“I don’t. But if I did, I promise to kiss it better next time I see you.”
He laughed. “Deal. Okay, so my point is you don’t have to worry about the wife angle. The work thing though...” She heard a dry rasping and imagined him rubbing a palm against his morning stubble. “I’d say your best bet is probably to appeal to him as a mentor. If he’s so gung-ho about work, then use it to your advantage. Play the naive intern desperate to learn the trade. He’ll jump
at the chance to share his obsession with a hot young piece of ass.”
“You think?” She bit her lip. It sounded plausible. Bryce’s voice was muffled, distorted. He was brushing his teeth, she realized.
“Definitely. You seduce him by making him think he’s seducing you. Guys like him love that shit.”
It was her turn to laugh. “You mean, like I did with you?”
“Yeah, exactly. Only you have to pretend to be interested in the work he does too.”
“Bryce, he’s doing what I want to do for a living. I am interested in the work he does.” Even though she knew he couldn’t see it, she rolled her eyes.
“Then you’re all set. Listen, I have to go get a shower or I’ll be late. When can I see you?”
She tapped a finger against the stack of paper in front of her. “I’m not sure. Schedule’s a bit up in the air with the new assignment.”
“Yeah, alright. Text me if you’re free. Later, Ana.”
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