At precisely 7:45, Andy let herself into Miranda's townhouse, eyes immediately drawn to the only light to be seen, pouring out of Miranda's study at the end of the hall. As she hung the dry cleaning up, she reviewed everything she'd rehearsed in her head.
She'd keep it simple.
Miranda, I will not have sex with you. If you continue to pursue this, I will go to HR and file a formal complaint.
Simple. No need to mention that she was, at the ripe old age of 22, still a virgin. Or that her college boyfriend, Nate, had unceremoniously dumped her because she hadn't been ready to drop trou for him, even though she could give a mean blowjob, deepthroating and all. Or that she'd found herself practically salivating over her mercurial boss lately, especially in those Bill Blass slacks that made her ass look amazing. And especially not that she'd killed the battery on her vibrator fantasizing to the imaginings of a particular head of silver hair pressed between her thighs.
Simple. Right.
"Andrea."
"Ye— yes, Miranda." Dammit! No stuttering! That was important if she wanted Miranda to take her seriously!
Nervously, Andy made her way into the study and wordlessly placed The Book into Miranda's outstretched hand. And then she opened her mouth to speak and was met with a patented pursing of the lips.
"Come closer," Miranda said, not moving an inch from where she was seated on her armchair as if it were a throne. And, compelled, Andy simply…did. "Yes. Good. Now, drop to your knees." It was like Miranda had some sort of magical power over her. She said, and Andy did. "Unzip my pants." Said. Did. "Take it out."
"Take what out?"
Shit! You do not ask Miranda questions. You do not ask Miranda questions. You do not ask Miranda questions.
"My cock, of course," Miranda murmured, reaching out to stroke Andy's hair.
Cock?! And— and— stroking?! And— Miranda— Cock— Hair— What— What?!
But she obeyed. Of course she obeyed. She was caught in some kind of crack!verse in which Miranda had a cock and called it a cock and wanted virgin!Andy to have sex with her.
So she pulled it out, with some difficulty, because it was hard and hot and huge.
"I've decided it will be your ass today."
"Wha— Huh?"
Her ass? Her ass? Oh god.
"Take off your pants and turn around. Where is the lubricant? I told Emily to give it to you."
"You— you told— you told—"
"Ah. Here it is in your purse. Oh, you've decided to bare all. I suppose that's fine."
When— when had she— why had she taken all of her clothes off?!
And was— was Miranda rubbing lube onto her…
"All right. Now, sit that pretty little ass onto my cock."
"I— I— Miranda— I've never—" Had sex before in my life, if you don't count myself.
"Oh, don't worry, Andrea. I do enjoy a virgin asshole."
"You— virgin— asshole— cock?!"
And then Miranda spun Andy around, slathered a fair amount of lube onto her, lined up, and plunged right in, up to the very hilt.
Andy had tensed, expecting to be in for a world of hurt, but, miraculously, she just felt full and somehow, sated of a hunger she hadn't even known she'd felt. And then Miranda started a rapidly accelerating rhythm of thrusts, and that undefined hunger was roaring back to life with a vengeance the size of Miranda's ridiculously large…cock.
"Oh god!" Andy screamed.
"Good god, Andrea, you are tight!" Miranda cried into her ear. "Far tighter than Emily! Even when my blubbering soon-to-be-ex-husband decided he wanted her pussy while I reamed her ass!"
What?!
But the pounding of Miranda's cock into her and the pounding of blood through her skull and the pounding of the freaking chair back into the wall was too much, and Andy came…and came…and came, and Miranda didn't stop thrusting into her no-longer-virgin asshole until Andy begged her to.
"Oh! Of course! Sorry, darling!"
Darling?!
"Here we go."
"Wh— wait! Miranda!"
"Oh! Your pussy is just as tight as your ass!"
"Miran— Oh, fuck!" There was blood. There was blood staining Miranda's cock, and Andy had totally just lost her virginity, but she was above all pain, and…she was once again coming!
"Andrea! Andrea, were you— Am I hurting yo—"
"Don't stop! Don't you fucking dare stop!"
But Miranda did, so Andy spun right around on her cock to look her in the eyes as she took over, ramming herself down onto Miranda over and over again, until Miranda was coming underneath her with wide, glassy eyes.
"Andrea! Andrea!"
Then they were both panting, and Andy had to slump over into Miranda to keep herself from falling off the armchair completely, and she could actually feel the giant bursts of semen flowing into her.
"Oh, Andrea," Miranda gasped. "I forgot the condom."
The condom?!