Stella patted her hair, trying to keep her top bun smooth. Her office felt smaller since she started sharing it with a fussy pre-teenage intern. But who was she to complain, she was still 19 herself.
She gave up on funneling her waist length hair to the top of her head and just let it fall.
"Huh! Stella...here he comes..." gasped the freckled, braced face of her squirrely office partner. Stella herself couldn't help herself from looking up to watch Brandon Summers strode across the lobby. His light gray suit was fitted tight around his torso. He had the tannest skin that complimented his chocolate eyes that, today, seemed to be gleaming with anger. He had a grimace that tensed up his perfectly sculpted jaw.
The things I would do to that man...
Stella just imagined everything he was capable of with that perfectly toned body. She glanced at the clock that portrayed 6:57pm. "Ashley, go home, it's late." She lolled at her 14 year old paper stapler and faxer. The red haired girl collected her things and waved good bye to Stella for the weekend.
When Stella looked up from her paperwork, it was already 9:38. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. Her desk phone lit up and Brandon Summers listed as the caller. Was she not allowed to be there that late? Was she about to get fired by the boss that she would happily bend over backwards for?
She answered cautiously, "Yes Mr. Summers?" She had only spoken to him once in her whole life, how was she going to handle this?
"I need to speak to you." Came sharply through the phone. "Uh...uh..ye-yes sir." she quivered.
She quickly hung up and fixed her skirt in her full-length mirror. She strode to the elevator and took a deep breath.
When she opened the double doors to his office, he was waiting for her by his desk. She closed the doors behind him and tried catching her breath; it was no use. Stella blinked and he was already right in front of her. "What is the meaning of this?" He shoved a crinkled newspaper into her torso. She flinched and unraveled it. The headline read Major Banker Involved In Mob Relations. She looked at him quizically, "I don't understand," she asked, "what does this have to do with me?"
He stared at her. "It wasn't you? It wasn't you who sold this to the New York Times to make your little temp job look more sophisticated?!" he barked at her.
Stella stood still as stone. He was so hot when he was angry but in no way was she going to let him take punches like that.
"First off. I'm not a fucking temp. Second of all, I have to idea what the hell this is." She shoved the paper back at him and turned to leave.
"STOP." he ordered and got even closer. She turned and his eyes were so sensually angry, she couldn't resist obeying. He placed his hands on her bottom and scooped her up onto his desk. "You have 2 options." He spoke calmly with an edge to his voice."The easy way. Or," He placed his hands on her inner thigh. "the hard way. You choose." Stella was on fire. "I think I'm just gonna go with the hard way." She placed her hand on his bulge.
Brandon pushed her back onto his desk and ran his hard hands down her chest. His mouth found her perfectly flat stomach and led a trail of warm wet kisses down her abs. She quivered underneath his sensual grasp. Brandon proceeded to trail his kissed up to her chest. He lifted off her almost diaphanous blouse and gazed at her breast. She couldn't have been anything less than a C, yet she was so petite, not even passing for 5'3. Brandon, with one twist of his strong hands, undid her lace bra and released her breasts.
"M..Mr. S-Summers!" She yelped, feelings his warm tongue come down onto her nipples. "We really-shh-shouldn't be doing this!" she moaned as he pressed further on. His hand traveled to her panties and she felt his hard hands pull them tight, pulling them between her crevice. She let out a moan as her clitoris was teased with her own panties. He gazed at her, "And you want me to what? Stop?" He chuckled at his own humor and pulled her hips down to the edge of the mahogany table. He sank to his knees and slowly pulled off her tight pencil skirt. Her knees wobbled and he led his kisses down her inner thighs.
"Th-this isn't appropriate!" She whispered loudly. "Its-It's not professional!" She groaned out, making a small attempt to escape his clutch. He fiercely grasped her legs and lifted them into the air, holding her ankles straight in one hand. Stella looked at him wildly and bit her lip as his smoldering stare startled her. "You're not going anywhere." He said firmly, his stare choked her breath from her lungs.
He dove his face into her thighs and she shrieked with pleasure. Now wasn't the time to tell him the truth of her virginity. Her biggest secret. The secret something she had been saving. Other than being felt up by the occasional boy in high school, Stella had never passed 2nd base. She had never truly felt a man, and tonight, she wasn't afraid anymore.
His tongue worked slowly, up and down. "What a pretty pussy you have, Ms. Stella." Stella blushed, this was too much. She felt her face get red with embarrassment, the pleasure was like nothing she had ever experienced. "Don't say those things" She gasped through rough breaths. He looked at her with his soft eyes, "It's so true though, so beautiful." He whispered as he slid a finger into her tightness. Her back arched and she sucked in her gut. He flashed a glance to her. He had never felt a woman that tight.
He released his grasp on her legs and they dropped heavily to the floor. "Stand up. I want to look at you." He whispered on her neck. Stella, completely nude, did what she was told. She blushed as his eyes scanned her body. "You're perfection." He said with a hint of anger almost. He quickly undid his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As his hands fumbled with the few last buttons, Stella saw his perfectly sculpted body.
He started walking forward but Stella held her hand out. "My turn." She whispered. She dropped to her knees, just barely tall enough for her mouth to be even with his bulging pants. Stella didn't know what to do, or how to do it. She pulled his pants to his ankles and stared at his black boxer briefs. She slowly rubbed his thighs and slid her hand up his briefs, grabbing his rock hard cock. With her other hand, she pulled down his briefs to reveal his shaft.
Stella's eyes widened. It had to be eight inches, if not longer. And it was as thick, dear God it was thick. Stella slowly moved her hand up and down his long cock. He clenched his jaw and placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth to the tip. She opened her mouth and engulfed his thickness. She rolled her tongue around it, earning groans of pleasure from her boss.
Due to her lack of gag reflexes, this was unlike anything Brandon had ever experienced. Her natural talent was insane. He stroked the back of her hair and she went further and further. Stella stared up at Brandon, he was even hot when he was vulnerable..
He pulled her off and yanked her to his mouth. He kissed her softly, for the first time really. He caressed her face as he laid her back onto his desk. Stella was almost trembling. She didn't know what to do. She imagined this moment with him so many times before in her head, usually in the shower on lonely Saturday nights.
He started once more into her golden eyes as he hovered over her. She felt his cock pressing on her thigh. She heard losing it would hurt, but that didn't account for the fact that he was enormous.
He lent forward and kissed her lips for a long moment as he guided himself into her. She wanted to scream, the pain felt like an unbelievable cramp and it just kept getting worse. He breathed harshly, once he realized he was all the way in. His face looked slightly pained, "What wrong?" She said, through her pain.
"You're...really...tight." He granted as he left himself inside of her. He slowly began to move and let out grunts of pleasure. "Stella." He groaned as he began to sway his hips faster.
Her pain slowly deteriorated and was then quickly replaced with pleasure. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Brandon glanced down and jumped. "Stella!" He pulled away. "You're...bleeding." He said, slightly in shock. "Wait...you're...a..?" He couldn't finish his own sentence.
"Its okay," She smiled up at him. She pulled him back down to kiss her and he pulled from it. "Are you sure...?" He looked honestly concerned, only making him that much more desirable. "Yes." She whispered. She had been waiting for this moment for years, and who was better to lose it to than her dream hunk? He slid his hands underneath her back and lifted her to the wall. Her leg wrapped around his tight back and her clung to his hot body. "B...Brandon!" She moaned into his ear. He gasped as he pumped in and out of her, "Oh my God." He whispered into her ear.
Stella felt strange. She felt as if she was going to peak. Brandon firmed his clench on Stella and felt his walls come down fast. He pulled out quickly and she dropped to her knees and engulfed him into her mouth. She looked up at him while he came and he had a pleasured smile on his face. She pulled away and wiped her mouth. She stood up and walked, well, strutted, into his bathroom, leaving him in his office.
She quickly ran the water and washed her mouth out. She looked at herself in the mirror; makeup was smudged. She fixed herself quickly and stared.
You just had sex with your boss. This is so bad. She mouthed to herself. Then she paused. You're a freaking badass. She smiled and gave herself a thumbs up and opened the bathroom door. Brandon was already redressed with her clothes folded next to him. He looked as if he didn't miss a beat. Hair untossled and clothes unwrinkled. She couldn't help but feel jealous. She strode slowly to him and smiled. "Thanks," She unfolded her clothes and slipped her panties back on.
She slid her arms through her bra and reached to hook them but she fumbled for a few seconds until she felt his warm hand touch her back, connecting her bra hooks. Stella smirked, "Thanks.." She smiled slightly.
It was uncomfortable. Him just watching her. She refused to be the vulnerable one. She quickly yanked on her blouse and fixated her skirt and, once again, he helped with her zipper. She shoved her feet into her heels and shot her glance up to him. He chuckled and grabbed her waist. "Now be honest Stella. Was doing it the hard way really all that hard?" She pushed away and smirked
His cockiness wasn't helping her comforbility. He looked puzzled and reached for her arm. She looked back at him and felt him pull her into his grip. "You alright?" He stared into her amber eyes and smiled genuinely. It was reassuring but not plausible. "Good night Mr. Summers." She smiled and walked to the tall double doors.