5 comments/ 13391 views/ 1 favorites My Boss, Mr. Oldman By: styfyny "Okay, Dad... yeah, fine...I said I would do it! Okay... see you later... love you too. No, it's not a problem. Okay... bye." My father is a big shot Hollywood producer, I guess you could say. I had just graduated from college with my degree in theatre arts. Not that it mattered... I knew I was going to be my father's slave whether I had a degree in the field or not. He had asked me to work on the set of a new movie he was producing. This wasn't my first time helping Dad out. I had worked as an on-set assistant running various errands. Yes, I was a slave, but I got to meet a lot of important, famous people. I laugh when I say that because, just about every time I meet a celebrity, he or she turns out to be a complete asshole. Stuck up and rude, but I'm sure it comes with the territory. My first duty was to pick up one of the actors from the airport and bring him to the set. I was excited about this one because it was my favorite actor--Gary Oldman! He had just flown in from London to look at the script and sign contracts--all the business that had to be taken care of before the movie actually started filming. As I arrived at LAX, my heart started pounding. I was going to meet my idol! I had never felt nervous like this in my life, and I had met my fair share of celebrities. I had to walk a ways to my father's private hangar. I stood there, in front of the small jet and saw Mr. Oldman step off onto land. With him, much to my discontent, was his model girlfriend. It ended up I had to drive them both around! "Hi, Mr. Oldman. I'm Stephanie ... I'm..." "Howard's daughter...Hi. This is Ailsa," he said in his mottled British accent. He looked at me and then looked at the suitcases, suggesting I carry them. I laughed a nervous laugh and said, "oh, yeah. Let me get those." My heart sunk at that moment. Gary Oldman was just like every other celebrity. I wanted to cry right there. I loaded up the suitcases into the Mercedes (after what it seemed like a mile walk), and got into the driver's seat. Mr. Oldman and his Ailsa got in the back and started cuddling and giggling. "We're going to drop Ailsa off at my house and then go to the studio." Gary said. I nodded and did exactly what he said. After dropping Ailsa off, the ride seemed like an eternity. He did not say one word to me, although I caught him looking in the rearview mirror at me. Finally we arrived at the studio, and I dropped him off. I walked to a vending machine and got a water bottle. I couldn't stop thinking about how rude he was to me. How disappointing it was to see him and his beautiful model girlfriend cuddling each other in the backseat of my father's car. I started to cry. This was going to be a long five months. "What's wrong, Steph?" It was my dad. He was always a sweet man, never letting his status get the best of him. "Oh, nothing. Just that time of the month, I guess." "Eww. TMI." He got a good giggle out of me and then told me to go into the studio with him. "So, how was everything with picking up Mr. Oldman?" "Fine." "Good. Because he told me he needed an assistant. I told him you could do it. So from now on he's your boss." Crap. I waited at least two hours for Gary to get out of the meeting with my dad and the other producers. Finally, he stepped out of the office. I was on the couch in the waiting area just about dozing off. "Hey!" Gary yelled, clapping his hands, "I need you to take me back home." It was about 10 o'clock at night and we were both tired. Gary fell asleep in the back of the Mercedes. When we arrived, I turned to wake him up. "Umm ... Mr. Oldman?" "Oh, um. Thanks. I need you to take those suitcases in." He went inside the mansion as I went to get the suitcases out of the trunk. I almost broke down and cried again. It was such a long day, and it was probably the worst day of my life. I brought them into the entrance. "Here you go." "Oh, no. I need you to take them into my bedroom, upstairs. Third door on your right." I noticed the house was quiet, Ailsa must have gone to bed. I was hoping she wouldn't be in the room when I got in there. How embarrassing. But, she wasn't. The room was sans model. I figured she was out at the clubs partying. I put the luggage down and turned to head out. Standing in the doorway of his bedroom was Gary. "Thanks." I smiled and started for the doorway. He blocked it. My heart started racing. I had no idea what was going on at that moment. I looked up at him, confused. "I want you to take your skirt off." He said almost matter-of-factly. I was perplexed. Without any thought, I did as he said. As the skirt dropped to the ground, he pushed me onto his bed. "Take your panties off." I did. My mind and body were both numb. I wasn't sure if I was just tired, or if it was the disbelief of what was going on. Maybe both. "Play with your pussy." I was starting to feel excited as to where this might lead. I started to play with my clit with my index and middle fingers. I laid down on his huge bed and let my fingers do all the work. I could feel my pulse throb inside my pussy, and I was getting really wet. I looked up at Gary, and he was just sitting in the corner of the room, watching. I continued to pleasure myself. My legs tightened and relaxed and my hips grinded up off the bed as I was getting closer to climax. I looked up at him again, and he was approaching me. He knelt down at the foot of the bed to get a closer look. "Fuck yourself with your fingers." And I did. I was so completely wet at this point. I could feel his breath on my pussy, he was so close. Both of my hands were working quickly, and I was about to orgasm. My breathing became louder and turned into soft moans. "Stop!" I looked at him confused. Then I knew he was playing some sort of game with me. A game of control. He wouldn't let me orgasm. He took the hand with the fingers that were just in my pussy, and forced it into my mouth. I sucked on my juices for him. He kept stuffing my hand in my mouth, until I almost gagged. Then he stood up and took his pants off, revealing a huge erection underneath his boxers. Then he took off the boxers. "Suck my cock, you little bitch." I pretended to be indifferent, but I was really excited to be sucking his massive cock. It was rock solid hard, and thick. It must have been eight inches long, too. He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth, all the way down to my throat. I gagged this time. He laughed at my struggle. Thick mucous formed from my mouth and coated his huge cock, leaving long, wet strings as he brought his cock out of my mouth. He then forced me to lay down flat on the bed. He got on top of me, straddling my shoulders, and proceeded to fuck my mouth. He pumped away, all the way down to my throat, making me gag repeatedly. I kind of liked the sensation of him raping my mouth. He kept laughing at me, "you can't take it can you, bitch? I'm going to teach you how." He kept pumping away. All I could hear was the noise of me gagging and the squishing noises of my saliva building up as he pumped in and out. Then he stopped. He sat there on top of me, and started to beat my face with his penis as he laughed. He really liked humiliating me. Then he started to move down. He took my face in his hands and just looked at me. "How old are you, little girl? 22?" "Mmm-hmmm." "I'm going to suck on your little girl tits." He said in his magnificent accent. He worked his way down further and circled his tongue around my nipple, causing it to get hard. He took all of it into his mouth and sucked so hard it almost hurt. He sucked so hard his cheeks were sucked into his mouth. When he finished, he moved on to the other nipple. This time biting it--hard! "OW!" He laughed and kept biting. It hurt so much. I just hoped that he wasn't going to bite the entire thing off. He moved over to the other nipple and bit it as well. I was getting used to it and actually started to like it. To my relief, he started working his way down further again, giving my now swollen and red nipples a break. He bit the insides of my thighs and I let out another shriek. Seeing my response, he kept biting. Biting all the way up to where I was hurting most. He took my clit into his warm mouth and started sucking on it, drawing it out of its protective layer. He was going to make me orgasm, but I didn't want to let him know, as he would probably end it before I could. I had to fight my own body, keep lying still. But it was no use. The sensation just took over my whole body as he sucked me, and I started to shiver. "Not yet, my little one." He stopped and moved down, to where his mouth was completely over my hole, and he sucked on my juices. He stuck his tongue inside me to draw out more of my sweet juice for him to drink. He started moaning at the taste of my sweet pussy juice. I started to feel another rush of warmth coming over my body. I started to shudder once again, and again he stopped. I could see the glistening juice covering the lower part of his face as he got up and positioned himself over me. I knew what was going to happen next. He lowered his cock down to the folds of my pussy. I was so hungry for him that my hips lifted off the bed to meet his. His thick snake of a cock was now aligned, and the fat head was about to enter me. He slipped in just the head, but now I wanted more. He kept teasing me by taking it out, and putting it in. Little by little, he pushed himself into me. I finally had taken in his full girth. He started pumping slow as I started to let loose and moan at the feeling of him inside me. I had never been with a man as big as he, and it made me even more wet, and my entire body warm with excitement. I could tell he was done with his little "game" as he started to let loose and fuck me even faster. His eyes closed as the feeling for him, too, was very intense. He started moaning, and grabbed my breasts with his hands and massaged them as he kept fucking me. "My God, you are so fucking tight," and he kept pumping me harder and faster. I could feel myself coming closer to orgasm now, and more intense this time. He was pumping me so intensely, I could hear the sound of his hips clapping into my thighs, and this was when I had the biggest, most intense orgasm of my life! "Oh yes, love. Let it all out now," he pumped away while I moaned and screamed with pure ecstasy. I could feel even more wetness between us from my orgasm. He moaned with me and I could tell he was about to cum as well. He put out another ten pumps before he finally gave in to the sensation. He then injected his whole load of cum inside me as he let out a yell. He finished himself off inside me and then collapsed on the bed next to me. "I'm going to love having you as my assistant." I smiled. Yes, this was going to be a great five months!