by Ana Vela
“Don’t just tease me, Robert.” She rocked back against him. “Shove that long, hard cock in me!”
He didn’t disappoint, plunging all ten inches deep into her clinging flesh with a guttural growl. Anastasia moaned, her clenching fingers heedlessly mashing the copier’s buttons as she bucked, impaling herself on his rigid flesh, whimpering at the feel of his broad shaft slipping between her slick folds and parting her with each long stroke.
The green light of the machine washed over her face as she pressed his hand harder against her breasts. “I got so hard thinking about your wet cunt on the drive over here I thought I’d cum in my pants,” he growled her in ear. Robert loved to talk dirty to her. Anastasia didn’t mind. Hearing her normally reserved, focused boss grumbling naughty words in his deep voice made her clit tingle and throb.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” she panted, gasping as he thrust hard against her. “You know it’s my job to take care of you.”
His hand snaked down her belly, cupping her mound as his cock plowed into it. “You fuck me because it’s your job?” he snarled. His thumb teased her swollen clit. “I thought it was because you love the way my massive tool stretches your pussy and makes you squeal.”
“It is! Oh, god, Robert, it is! I love how you fill me up!” She wriggled her ass against him.
“Smart girl.” He rotated his hips, rubbing his cock around the snug confines of her slick channel.
“Do you really care why I’m fucking you?” She was curious. He didn’t seem like a man prone to vanity. And she wasn’t just doing it because it could help her transition to a permanent position in six months when her internship was over. He also had a great big cock and knew how to use it.
Robert chuckled. “No. But I do love to hear you say how much you want my cock inside you.” He buried his throbbing flesh inside her. “Makes me feel like you’re not only doing it to get ahead here.”
Anastasia arched her back and pressed her ass into his pelvis, deepening his angle of impact. She could feel his wide crown brushing the mouth of her womb. The sensation sent crackles of pleasure along her nerves. “Oh, trust me. I’d fuck you even if you worked in the mailroom, Robert. I can’t get enough of that big hard piece of meat buried in my pussy. The rest is just a perk.”
He bent her further forward, pressing her naked breasts to the glass of the copy machine as he gripped her hips and pounding his dick into her dripping tunnel. “Fuck, yes! God, Anastasia, you’re so fucking tight. Your pussy is so hot on my cock, baby. I’m gonna cum soon. I can’t hold back. You feel too fucking good!”
“Do it, Robert! Fuck! Jesus, harder! Yes! Yes! Robert, come!”
Robert drew all the way out of her and slammed back in, deeper than he ever had before. Anastasia felt him press through the mouth of her cervix just as his pelvis ground against her throbbing clit and exploded. Pleasure rushed through her like tsunami, washing away everything but tingling, sparking gratification. She bucked and whimpered as her body clenched tight around the thick, invading length of Robert’s cock.
She felt the pulse and throb of his engorged flesh as he came, pumping slightly against her and spilling his hot seed up inside her. His fingers dug mercilessly into her hips as he grunted and panted through his orgasm. Anastasia stayed where she was, resting against the cool metal and plastic of the copier as Robert’s breathing returned to normal. He withdrew from her slowly with a low hiss. Anastasia moaned at the empty feeling of his absence.
He tucked his shrinking shaft back into his pants and redid them quickly, straightening his tie and smoothing back his rumpled hair. Anastasia turned around, pulling her bra back into place and re-buttoning her shirt. “I take it the meeting with Mr. Miyamoto went well?” She smiled. Robert nodded.
“He’s definitely interested. He’s coming here for a follow-up on Friday at ten. Put it on my schedule.”
“Yes, sir.” She straightened her panties. “Don’t forget, you’ve got dinner with your wife tonight at Massimo’s at 8.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she smoothed her skirt back down her legs. “It’s your anniversary.”
He frowned. “Shit.”
“You got her a silver bracelet from Tiffany. It’s lovely. I put it on your desk.” She twirled back to the copier to gather up her documents.
Robert twisted the doorknob and opened the door. “You’re the best, Miss Nabokov.”
She smiled, not turning around. “You know it, sir.” Anastasia paid little attention to his departure. She was busy admiring the lovely photo copies of her naked breasts. In a few of them, Robert’s hand was splayed over the firm mound, wedding ring clearly visible. She stacked them neatly and headed to the elevators, humming.
***
“I’ve barely seen you in weeks, it feels like.” Victoria sat on the edge of Anastasia’s desk, blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “I take it things are going well with your new position.” She flicked a gaze at Robert’s closed office door.
Anastasia clicked save on the Willis earnings report and smiled at her friend. “Very well. So well I can hardly walk.”
Victoria laughed. “Between him and Bryce, I’m a little surprised you can. Where is he, anyway?”
“Bryce?” Anastasia frowned. “It’s Friday, so he’s probably trying to convince that new intern at Waltham and Pepperdyne to go out for drinks with him.”
“I meant Benning, dork.”
Anastasia leaned back in her chair. “Ahh. Meeting with Mr. Miyamoto from Wei-Lan. I’m pretty sure he’s going to nail that account.”
Victoria waggled her thin red brows. “Which means you’ll be getting nailed later?”
“Most likely.” Anastasia grinned, pussy already beginning to moisten in anticipation. “But he won’t be out of there for at least an hour. Mr. Miyamoto is almost as insanely detail oriented as Robert. The two of them will go over every word of the deal, I have no doubt.”
“Well, if you’ve got some free time now,” Victoria began slyly. Anastasia opened her mouth to reply when they heard the ding of the elevator and the sound of rushing feet. Victoria spun in time for a sobbing Magdalena to throw herself into Victoria’s arms.
Victoria shot a surprised look at Anastasia, who shrugged. She rose from her chair and came around the desk to pat at the other intern’s heaving shoulder.
“Lena, honey, what’s wrong?”
The girl pressed her face against Victoria’s bosom and shook her head, whimpering unintelligible words. Victoria stroked her back comfortingly.
“There, there, sweetie. It’ll be all right. Come, let’s go to the ladies’ room and get you cleaned up and then you can tell Kat and I all about it.”
Victoria jerked her head toward the restroom doors. Anastasia held up one finger, skipping over to set the phones to voicemail before hurrying to catch up with Victoria and the weeping Magdalena.
The redhead had the lush Spanish beauty perched up on the wide marble counter beside the sink and was running cool water over a handful of paper towels. Magdalena had her face buried in her hands and her shoulders shook with her sobs. Anastasia took her position at Magdalena’s right side, rubbing a hand over the girl’s heaving back while Victoria lifted her chin and began dabbing her tear-streaked face with the cool towels.
Anastasia reached up with her right hand and tucked some of Magdalena’s thick, dark hair behind her ear. “Now, what’s happened to get you so upset, Lena? You can tell us anything. You know that.”
“I...I... I...” She could hardly speak between gasps and sobs. Anastasia stroked her hair and kept up the soothing circular massage of her back. Victoria washed her face clean and then pressed a brief, soft lipped kiss on the corner of Magdalena’s mouth. The action startled the girl. She gasped, tears momentarily subsiding. Victoria smiled.
“There, that’s better. Start from the beginning.”
Magdalena nodded, dark eyes wide and intent on Victoria’s plump lips as if she were in a daze. “Ever since I started working here, Serge has always bee
n saying things. A-about my... breasts a-and my bottom. Crude things.”
“Did he hurt you?” Anastasia’s voice was sharp. Magdalena flinched. Victoria began gently stroking the dusky skinned girl’s thighs through the thin fabric of her modest dress.
“Serge can be very overbearing at times. And not very bright. What happened?”
Magdalena glanced back and forth between Anastasia and Victoria. They were both very close to her, touching her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She blinked. “Normally, he says something and I ignore it and eventually he goes away. But today...” She closed her eyes.
Anastasia leaned in this time to press a brief kiss just below Magdalena’s ear. “Hush, it’s okay. You’re safe with us.”
Magdalena nodded, licking her full lips. “Today, he got cruder and cruder and started saying how he bet I got fucked all the time. So, I got up to leave the room... and he g-grabbed my butt. I smacked his hand away, but that wasn’t even the worst part. Then he said how I was obviously frigid and probably a virgin and guys didn’t like chicks who didn’t know what they were doing even if they were hot. He said guys liked a girl who how to fuck... l-l-l-like....y-y-y-you...” She dissolved into another spate of tears.
Victoria and Anastasia shared a look. Neither one of them had every slept with the rude intern, though Victoria had sucked his dick once. He’d been hounding her ever since. Until Magdalena arrived and he’d turned his sights on her. Victoria cupped Magdalena’s face between her palms and smiled warmly at the younger girl. “Stop that, sweetie. Why do you even care what that troll says?”
“B-because he’s right!” She blinked her big brown eyes, her long lashes wet and spiky.
“He’s not. About anything. Trust me.” Anastasia looped her arm around Magdalena’s trembling shoulders, squeezing her tight. The motion pressed Anastasia’s firm breasts against Magdalena’s arm. Anastasia knew the other girl must feel the stiff peaks of her nipples poking against her bare skin through the thin silk but she said nothing.
Victoria released Magdalena’s face and hopped up on the counter beside her. She took one of the younger girl’s hands in hers and squeezed. “What is it you think he’s right about, Lena?”
Anastasia touched the other intern’s bare knee gently in encouragement. Magdalena ducked her head. “I am a virgin. A-and... probably fr-frigid too.”
“Probably?” Victoria said, eyebrows raised.
“I’ve... never. You know.” Color splashed Magdalena’s golden cheeks. Victoria frowned.
“Never what?”
Anastasia shot the redhead a pointed look. Victoria gasped. Magdalena nodded miserably. “I’ve never had a... you know... orgasm.” She whispered the last word as if saying it out loud might cause some ultimate catastrophe.
“Not even by yourself?” Victoria sounded horrified. Anastasia had to bite back a giggle. If she laughed now it was hurt Lena’s feelings.
The dusky brunette shook her head. “I don’t do that. My auntie always said good girls don’t.”
Victoria just sat there, blinking, clearly unable to comprehend someone Magdalena’s age (though really, the girl was just barely out of her teens) who had never pleasured herself. Anastasia slid her hand slightly higher on the younger intern’s thigh.
“But that doesn’t mean you’re frigid at all. Just inexperienced. Which some guys really like, you know. And isn’t a permanent state of affairs anyway. I mean, you’ve kissed someone before, right? Did that feel good?”
Magdalena’s blush intensified and she ducked her head lower. Her chin was almost touching her breastbone. Anastasia’s mouth fell open. How had this luscious beauty made it to 21 without even being kissed? Anastasia glanced over Magdalena’s bowed head at Victoria. The redhead was shaking her head slowly back and forth, patting Magdalena’s hand absently in consolation.
Anastasia’s lips twitched. She faced the younger intern and slid a finger beneath her small chin, tilting the other girl’s face upward until their eyes met. “Lena, look at me. You’re not frigid.”
“But how do you know tha--”
Anastasia pressed her lips lightly to Magdalena’s, brushing her mouth back and forth in small increments. When the lovely Spanish girl gasped at the butterfly soft caress, Anastasia flicked her tongue against the damp satin of Magdalena’s lower lip. Anastasia caught the plump curve gently between her teeth. The younger girl’s hands flew up in surprise, fluttering momentarily around Anastasia’s shoulders before falling back limply to her sides, and she jerked her head back, brown eyes wide. Anastasia cupped her Magdalena’s cheek in her left hand, rubbing her thumb over the other girl’s moist lower lip.
“How did that feel?”
“I... don’t know.” Magdalena’s voice was breathless. Anastasia leaned her belly against Lena’s closed knees. She tilted her head, slanting her mouth over the younger brunette’s trembling lips. The slick length of her tongue was more insistent this time, probing between Magdalena’s plump lips to tease her tongue. Anastasia swept her tongue along Magdalena’s teeth and licked along the inside of her cheeks before returning to the other girl’s tongue and trying to coax it out of her mouth.
When she felt the first tentative glide of Magdalena’s tongue against her own, Anastasia moaned. She drew back, sucking gently at Lena’s full lips. “That’s it, Lena. Kiss me back.”
“I don’t know...” Magdalena breathed softly against Anastasia’s mouth. Her chest rose and fell unevenly and the color was high in her cheeks. Anastasia saw the Victoria was still rubbing Magdalena’s back softly.
“We’re your friends, Lena,” she assured the girl now, her smile comforting as she stroked Lena’s long, dark hair back over her shoulder. “We’re going to help you figure this out. That’s what friends do.”
“Yeah,” Anastasia added, gently parting Magdalena’s knees to step between them. “Girls help each other practice kissing all the time.”
“They do?” Magdalena’s eyes were wide as she glanced back and forth between the two women.
Victoria nodded solemnly. “Sure they do. Watch.” She didn’t even need to say anything to Anastasia. The redhead merely leaned forward. Anastasia met her, pressing moist lips together. The kiss between the two lovers was more erotic than the exploratory one Anastasia had given Magdalena. They knew each other’s mouths already. Victoria tangled long, pale fingers in Anastasia’s dark hair to cup her skull. Their tongues dueled, pressing, pushing and sliding against each other. Anastasia sucked the tip of Victoria’s tongue hard and nipped at her lips. Victoria plunged her tongue deep between Anastasia’s lips, licking along the roof of her mouth. Both of them moaned through the hot, wet kiss.
When they drew apart, they too were flushed and breathing raggedly. Magdalena’s eyes were wide as saucers. “That was...”
Victoria’s hand slid from Anastasia’s hair. The redhead grasped Magdalena’s chin in her fingers and turned the virgin intern’s face toward her. “Your turn.” Victoria bent, slanting her mouth over Magdalena’s, her tongue immediately coming out to press for entrance. Magdalena parted her lips. The dusky brunette’s eyelids drifted closed as Victoria kissed her with a considerable amount of expertise. The luscious older woman made love to Magdalena’s mouth for several minutes without letting up.
Anastasia watched, the sensual sight of the two gorgeous, curvaceous women making out sent shivers of pleasure along her nerves. Her panties were already drenched. When Victoria raised her head, Magdalena turned a glazed look to Anastasia. Anastasia wasted no time, crushing her lips against Magdalena’s soft mouth. Anastasia’s tongue was more insistent now as she swirled it around the younger girl’s mouth.
Victoria pushed a heavy lock of Magdalena’s hair off her neck and began pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the soft skin there. Magdalena quivered. The redhead angled herself more fully toward the Spanish girl, reaching her left hand out to trace a circle around the top button of Magdalena’s dress. The innocent intern wore a simple dress of dark blue cot
ton with small white flowers all over it. The garment buttoned from neck to hem.
While her mouth roamed over Magdalena’s throat and the line of her jaw, Victoria flicked open the top button of the younger girl’s dress. Magdalena’s hand flew up to grasp Victoria’s slender white wrist. She pulled her mouth from Anastasia’s, licking at her own kiss swollen lips. “What are you doing?”
Anastasia tugged Magdalena’s hand away from Victoria’s, pressing both the other interns palms flat against the cool marble of the counter. “Hush, Lena. Just let Ellie and I show you that Serge is wrong. Let us help you. Okay?”
Magdalena looked from one woman to the other, chewing at her lips. “If... if you think it will help.”
Victoria’s grin was wide and wicked. “It will.” Victoria kissed Magdalena again, slipping her right arm around the olive-skinned girl’s back. Her fingers went back to work at Magdalena’s buttons. Anastasia leaned in and took over licking and nipping at Magdalena’s neck while the other two women kissed. Since Victoria was busy with the buttons at the top of Magdalena’s dress, Anastasia began at the bottom.