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

by Ana Vela

  “I know, sir.” She smiled. She hadn’t tried to pull her hand free. He merely held it against his thigh. The heat of his skin seeped through his slacks. Anastasia desperately wanted to drop her eyes to his groin and see if his cock was hard, but she kept her gaze on his.

  “Remember I mentioned the bit about sacrifices?” His voice was slightly strangled now. Anastasia’s heart beat hard in her chest. Her nipples were diamond hard points beneath her thin blouse. Any second now she’d begin to squirm. Her pussy pulsed with slick desire and she needed friction.

  “I do.”

  “Your body,” he swallowed audibly. “You need to take care of your body. You have to make sure you get enough sleep. Eat well. Drink something other than coffee and the cocktails you use to grease the client’s wheels. If you don’t take care of yourself, the client won’t trust you to take care of them. You can sacrifice a lot of things... personal relationships, friendships, free time. But don’t ignore yourself.”

  She nodded, transfixed by his pale blue eyes. “That’s why I’ve been trying to help you, sir. With the better food for dinner and the room at the Hilton. I know how important it is to see to your body’s needs.”

  He almost groaned. He did move her hand then, sliding it up his thigh. “There are others needs, Anastasia. Besides food and sleep. They’re just as important. Can you help me with those too?” He pressed her palm against the hard bulge of his cock.

  Anastasia gasped, her eyes popping wide. Blood boiled through her like a tide, washing up her chest and neck, prickling in her cheeks. She’d known he was big, but the rock hard length of throbbing meat beneath her palm was gargantuan. Her mouth watered. She bit her lip. “M-mr. Benning...” she breathed. She wanted to say more but words failed her.

  He rubbed her small hand against his cock through the expensive fabric of his slacks. “Don’t act all surprised.” His eyes narrowed in pleasure. The words were a hiss of breath. “Do you think I didn’t notice the shorter and shorter skirts? The flirtatious looks?”

  “I...” She shook her head. Not in denial of her actions, though he might think so, but in an attempt to shake loose some coherent thoughts. It didn’t work. Instinct took over and she curled her fingers as best she could around the wide shaft of Robert Benning’s dick.

  “That’s a girl,” he muttered. He spread his legs wider and tugged on her other arm. “Get on your knees.”

  She slid gracefully to the floor in the V of his thighs, her right hand still wrapped around the rigid length of his erection. He kept his hand on hers, using her fingers to stroke himself, hips rocking into her palm. With his other hand he began tugging open his belt buckle. Anastasia watched him with wide eyes.

  “What are you doing?” she breathed.

  “You wanted me to show you things, didn’t you Anastasia? I’m showing you.” He slid his zipper down and pulled his pants open. Beneath was the pale blue silk of his boxers. She could see the outline of his cock head against the thin fabric, a small wet spot darkening the blue where a drop of pre-cum had already oozed out. She caught her lip between her teeth.

  “I didn’t mean this.” She would have asked, if she’d thought he’d be so forthcoming.

  “You said you would see to all my needs,” he reminded her gruffly. He gripped her hand in his and slid it beneath his boxers, wrapping her fingers around the warm, smooth shaft. “I need this.”

  He thrust against her palm. A shudder of pleasure twisted through Anastasia as his satin skinned cock glided through her fingers. He held her hand there, showing her how he liked to be stroked. When he was satisfied she’d gotten the rhythm, he lifted his hand. She kept her hand in place, sliding her fingers up and down his fat shaft. “Like that?” she asked softly.

  “Take it out, Anastasia. Use both hands.” He reached up and began popping the buttons on her blouse. His movements were swift and sure. It took him less than a minute to undo every single one and push the shirt open, baring her breasts.

  He reached for her, curving his fingers over the firm mounds of her silk clad breasts. His fingers, so nimble on the keyboard, were just as agile as they rolled and plucked the stiff peaks of her nipples.

  He groaned. “Christ, they’re lovely. Firm as peaches.” He squeezed. Anastasia moaned in response.

  “Oh, Mr. Benning! God, your hands feel so good on me!” Desire trembled through her, making her hands shake. It took her two tries to free the stiff length of his cock from the confines of his boxers and slacks. When she finally saw the full, erect shaft and fat, round crown with her own eyes, Anastasia gasped. Ten thick, full inches of hard cock, ridged with veins and topped with a bulbous mushroom tip three inches across. She’d never seen a member so large outside of the pornos Victoria liked to watch.

  “Call me Robert,” he ordered firmly, tweaking her nipples. “And use those soft little hands to stroke my cock like I showed you.”

  Anastasia did as he said, curling both hands around the impressive slab of flesh. She squeezed and stroked, pumping her fists along his engorged shaft. “It’s so big!”

  “Put your mouth on me, Anastasia. Suck my cock.” His hands slipped up to her shoulders and kneaded the back of her neck, urging her forward. Anastasia didn’t hesitate. She bent her head and parted her lips, stretching her tongue out to swipe the spongy, smooth head. He groaned.

  He tasted of salt and a hint of soap. Anastasia licked again, running the tip of her tongue all around the flared crown, flicking against the slight dip on the underside. Robert hissed, hands tightening on her neck as his hips arched upward. Anastasia’s pussy flooded with moisture. She sank further down on his length, sucking him into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. His shaft stretched her lips, but she didn’t mind. The sensation merely added to the pleasure rocketing through her veins.

  She slowly drew back, cheeks hollowing as she sucked the rigid shaft hard. Her tongue swirled over the fat head, teasing the small slit and tasting more of his slick pre-cum. The small grunt he gave sent intense sparks of pleasure straight to Anastasia’s clit. Her wet lips slid back down until they touched the edge of her fingers. He was too big for her to take completely in her mouth.

  Then she remembered Victoria, the first time she’d seen the luscious redhead go down on Frank’s equally long member. Anastasia gripped Robert’s hips and slowly began pressing herself down on his cock, shifting her head slightly side to side as he brushed the back of her throat. She inhaled long, deep breaths through her nose and tried to relax the muscles of her neck. When his fat tip popped into her throat, Anastasia groaned. The stretch was slightly painful but the sense of accomplishment was greater.

  And when Robert bucked and cursed, the pleasure she felt in his reaction was greater too. His long fingered hands rested on her head, combing through her hair. “Jesus, Anastasia! That’s so fucking good! Suck it, baby.”

  She began to bob, up and down, sliding her lips along his shaft. The office was quiet but for Robert’s moans, her own muffled whimpers, and the wet slurp of her mouth moving on his cock. The erotic symphony had Anastasia’s cunt moist and throbbing in her panties. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to suck Robert’s gorgeous cock until he came in her mouth or fuck him until he squirted inside her more. She wished randomly she could do both at the same time.

  Robert leaned back in his plush leather chair, watching her with cool blue eyes as she slurped his huge shaft. Her firm tits bounced lightly in their silk cage as she bobbed on him. Every once in awhile he’d reach down and cup one breast or pinch one turgid bud, but mostly he just sat back, hands resting on her head like a benediction, and slowly thrust his cock between her wet lips. His eyes were heavy lidded.

  “Fuck yeah, just like that. Cup my balls, baby. Suck the head. Shit, you’ve got a hot little mouth. You look good on your knees, Anastasia. I almost wish I could keep you there all the time.” He grunted as she pulled off of him with a pop.

  “Why don’t you? I wouldn’t mind.” She flashed him a quick grin before dropping
back down on his slick shaft. He groaned.

  “Neither of us would get any work done. And you know how important my work is to me.”

  She pressed herself back down on him, taking him into her throat once more, kneading the soft mass of his testicles in one hand. When she pulled off, she suckled the head briefly like a calf at a teat. “I could do this while you worked. It’s a job, isn’t it?” Anastasia winked. “You could always have someone else answer the phones.”

  His cock jerked between her lips. Anastasia giggled. “Well, someone likes the idea at least.” She curled her tongue around the wide crown and licked.

  “Fucking hell,” Robert growled, pressing against the back of her head and shoving upward between her lips at the same time, burying himself in her mouth. Anastasia moaned around his shaft. Her right hand snaked down, pushing up her skirt to rub at the wet silk of her panties while she bobbed on his rigid knob.

  When he saw what she was doing, Robert yanked her off his dick. “Get up.”

  Anastasia reluctantly released his hard length with a small pout and stood. His tone of voice brooked no argument. As soon as she got to her feet, he grabbed her hips and spun her around. She gave a small ‘mmmm’ of satisfaction as he bent her forward over his wide desk and braced herself on her hands. This is what she had wanted. With a small frown, she glanced at the clock.

  “Mr. Benning... Robert... your 2:30 appointment will be here soon. Mrs. Flagstaff?”

  He was shoving up her skirt roughly as he situated himself behind her. “She can wait.” That wasn’t like him. Robert never made anyone wait. Well, not unless he was completely immersed in something he couldn’t tear himself away from. He kicked her feet wider and shoved her panties abruptly aside. Anastasia whimpered as he drove all ten hard, hot inches into her dripping pussy at once. She guessed he was immersed after all... buried to the hilt, in fact.

  “Robert!” she cried. Her fingers curled into the papers beneath them as he stretched her impossibly wide. She’d never felt so full before.

  “You like that?” he growled in her ear, bending low over her back. “You look so sweet and innocent with the little naive put-ons, but you love my big fat cock shoving into your sweet, wet little cunt, don’t you Anastasia?” He tugged her hair. Gone was the kind, almost avuncular Mr. Benning. In his place was the cutthroat investment banker who took what he wanted that she’d heard so much about. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes!” she mewled, rocking back against him. “I love the way your cock feels in my pussy. Fuck me, Robert! Fuck me hard!”

  He drew back slowly, reveling in the friction as her silk walls clung to his throbbing shaft. Her thin tissues fluttered around him as he pulled completely out of her. Anastasia whimpered. Robert chuckled wickedly, his hand tightening in her hair. “You want this?” He teased the slick entrance to her pussy with just the tip of his cock.

  “Yes, god, please! Give it to me, Robert! Shove that big prick inside me!”

  Robert slammed himself home, grinding his cock into her drenched cleft. His balls slapped Anastasia’s throbbing clit, sending shivering spikes of pleasure through her blood. She clamped her inner walls down on his shaft, squeezing him.

  “Christ, you’re tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?” He sounded slightly horrified. Anastasia giggled.

  “No. Practically, but not actually. Now, hurry up and fuck me before Mrs. Flagstaff gets here!” She wiggled her ass. “Please, sir,” she added in a pitiful little girl voice.

  Robert growled and wrapped one arm around her waist as he once again bent low over her back. “You asked for it, little girl.” He drove the long, rock hard length of his cock into her over and over, pistoning his hips, plunging as deeply into the clutches of her snug channel as he could go.

  Anastasia met him thrust for thrust, shoving herself back against him. The delicious glide of his cock against her inner walls, the heat of him, was quickly stoking the flames of her passion. The fact that she could look out through those hidden windows and see the outer office, that anyone might walk by, that Robert’s next appointment would be here any minute and might catch them, added a delicious edge of danger to the pleasure.

  She tried to swallow her cries, unsure if someone could hear them but Robert hissed in her ear. “Go ahead and scream. The walls are soundproof. Helps keep me from getting distracted.” He pounded into her pussy with a brutal stroke, twisting his hips and striking sparks off some spot inside her. Anastasia screamed in pleasure.

  “Harder! Mmmmm, yes! Fuck me! Fuck! Me! Robert!” She pushed back, impaling herself on the turgid length of his cock. Through the window, Anastasia saw the perfectly coiffed blonde head of Mrs. Flagstaff as the older woman strode into the outer office. Anastasia saw Mrs. Flagstaff glance at Anastasia’s empty desk, frown, and glance at her watch. Knowing the woman was right there, not twenty feet from where she was with Robert’s cock buried inside her, made her whole body pulse with arousal.

  His feverish pace increased, the hold on her hair tightened almost painfully as he jackhammered into her. “So good, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good. Almost there. God, squeeze me just like that!”

  Mrs. Flagstaff took a step toward the office door, as if contemplating knocking, and Anastasia slipped over the edge of her orgasm, screaming and shaking. The rippling, clenching clutch of her inner walls squeezing him like a slick fist was too much for Robert. “Gonna come, baby,” he grunted.

  “Wait!” Anastasia pulled out of his grip and dropped to her knees again, gripping his thick shaft just as it began to pulse. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking as he shot his load on her wriggling tongue.

  “Fuck,” Robert moaned, pushing his twitching cock deeper into her mouth, flexing his buttocks to pump between her lips. Anastasia swallowed every last drop, continuing to suckle him for a long moment after he stopped spurting. Her eager tongue swirled all over her shaft, licking away every remnant of their combined juices until he was once again squeaky clean.

  She pulled off, gave him a light kiss on the fat tip, and got to her feet. “I’ll wait a minute before sending in Mrs. Flagstaff, shall I?” She grinned at him, buttoning up her blouse.

  “Definitely.” Robert sank back into his chair, face flushed and hair slightly mussed. He absently tucked his softening cock back into his pants and redid his own clothing. Anastasia shot him a quick wink as she sashayed out the office door.

  Mrs. Flagstaff looked up in surprise as Anastasia emerged. “I thought I must have the time wrong.”

  “You’re just on time, Mrs. Flagstaff. I apologize for making you wait. Mr. Benning was just giving me some dictation.” Anastasia grinned. Mrs. Flagstaff’s too thin brows rose.

  “I didn’t know girls your age still did that kind of thing.”

  Anastasia slid into her seat and looked up at the older woman, swallowing her giggle. “I don’t know about other girls, Mrs. Flagstaff, but I’m very proficient in the skill.”

  “But where’s your recorder?”

  “My what?” Anastasia frowned. Mrs. Flagstaff quirked a brow.

  “Your recorder, or your pad. Whatever you were taking dictation with.”

  Anastasia’s pleased smile could not be held back. “Oh. That. I left it in Mr. Benning’s office. We weren’t quite finished. I’ll go back for it later.” Her intercom gave the quick double buzz that meant Robert was ready. “You can go in now, Mrs. Flagstaff.”

  ***

  Now that they had crossed the line from flirting and innuendo, Robert didn’t hold back. He fucked her like he did everything else, thoroughly, and on his own time. Anastasia didn’t bother teasing him or trying to distract him from his work. And he didn’t stop showing her how he did what he did. Now, she’d just sit in his lap while he explained his philosophy for acquisitions while she stroked his cock through his pants. When he’d made his point he’d slide his hard length into her dripping pussy and she’d ride him until they both came.

  The illicit thrill of screwing her boss, in the
office, during working hours, didn’t fade. It kept her constantly hot and wet. It seemed to have a similar effect on Robert, judging by how often he called her into his office for ‘dictation’. He even accosted her elsewhere in the building. Wednesday, after his first meeting with Mr. Miyamoto, he cornered her in the copy room on the 14th floor. She was Xeroxing copies for his next meeting with the other Junior Partners when the door clicked closed behind her.

  Anastasia didn’t even have time to turn before he began shoving up her skirt and tugging the buttons of her blouse open. “Bend over. I need that sweet little cunt of yours wrapped around me now.” His voice was gruff and insistent.

  She spread her legs, bracing her hands on the edge of the copy machine. One of Robert’s hands kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples until they tightened to aching points. He lined his massive cock, already rock hard and ready to go, up with her slick pussy, stroking the smooth head up and down her slippery slit.