2 comments/ 10411 views/ 2 favorites Sam Takes Anne By: Xvirgin * ~ Prelude ~ * Jenna is Sam's boss and 18 years his senior. They work at the same advertising agency. Jenna is a senior partner. Sam is up for partner, and looked to be the likely chosen one. However, Jenna discovered a huge error on a campaign layout and used it to her advantage. She gives Sam the option of telling senior management or submitting to become Jenna's sex slave; Sam opts for the latter. Jenna immediately takes him in her office in a very domineering way (see "Jenna Claims Sam", a four-part series, for more details). * ~ Chapter 1 ~ * As he leaves Jenna's office, Sam smiles automatically at people he passes in the hallway, but the smile never reaches his eyes. He shuts his office door and locks it. He pours himself a Jack and Coke and sinks into his leather couch. He finds himself equally sexually exhilarated and pissed to all hell. Sam, a dom by nature, cannot understand his body's reactions to what Jenna did to him. Fuck her! He drinks deeply, feeling the alcohol flow through his veins, easing his tension a bit. But his mind continues. He willingly put on a collar and leash, for fuck's sake! This cannot get into the office rumor mill. Sam forced many women in his own office, using his position and power over them. He was very proud of his reputation around the office. He may be dominant, but he was always fair, and the women always left satisfied. Hell, that's why they talk about me! Sam, unable to sit still, stands and paces, drink in hand. Remain focused; you've GOT to find a way to get back at Jenna. He purposefully strides to his computer and punches up Jenna's Facebook page. As her image swirls into focus, Sam feels his cock twitch. Fuck! He quickly scans for anything culpable but finds nothing. Irritated by not finding some dirt on the first try, Sam is pissed at Jenna all over again. He turns his focus to what he would do to her, once he's able to hold something over her head: Jenna walks into his office and walks to his desk, a panicked look on her face. "Sam, I--" but he quickly cuts her off with a hand raised as a stop gesture in the air.   "No, Jenna, you cannot talk your way out of this one, I'm afraid." Sam rises from his desk chair and takes one step forward, covering their distance. In one move, he grabs her wrist, pulls it behind her back and pushes her back down, forcing her against the side of his desk. With one hand on hers, the other abruptly slides her skirt upwards.   "Sam, please--"   "I don't recall you giving ME any room for negotiation, Jenna," Sam says gruffly; Jenna's skirt now over her buttocks. He forcefully pulls her panties down to her knees. He steps between her legs, while unzipping and removing his nine-inch hard cock. He lunges forward to rub his cock against her slit, moving it up and down. "I'm going to fuck you the way every woman needs to be fucked, Jenna, and you're going to take it and like it." A low and quiet moan escapes Jenna's mouth. "Did you just moan??" No response. Sam lets go of his cock briefly to grab Jenna's mane and yank it back so her head rests on his chest, and he lowers his mouth to her ear, "I asked you a question, bitch."   "Y--yes, I did."   "I thought so. This is what every woman wants. I probably shouldn't give it to you. But you're going to know who's boss around here from now on, Jenna. Got it?"   Jenna's knees buckle under her, and she leans back against him. "Yes."   Sam releases the mane and shoves her down on the desk so that her breasts merge with the wooden desktop. His hand back on his cock, Sam pushes into Jenna's sex. He is pleasantly surprised to find her wet and wanting. He slams into her roughly, causing her to moan more. "Oh yeah? You like this, bitch?" Sam pumps harder, unrelenting thrusts crushing her insides. Jenna's ass pushes back against Sam, and he slaps her ass, making it sting. "You little slut, you! This is what you wanted, isn't it? My big hard cock pounding into you so hard!"   Jenna moans louder, and Sam's thrusting increases. He gets lost in punishing Jenna, both slamming into her and slapping her ass, and her moans intensify. Sam works his way to a rapid but powerful ejaculation. He quickly slides out of Jenna's cunt, giving her ass one last slap. "Now, get out of here, and make sure you get everyone to vote me in as partner." Sam zips himself up and returns to his chair, pretending to inspect papers on his desk, ignoring her.   Before Jenna leaves, she crawls to Sam's feet and wraps her arms around them. "Thank you, Sam. That was the best fuck I've ever had. I will do anything for you, just please fuck me again."   Sam, barely looking at her, reaches down to disentangle himself from her clutches and throws them back at her. The force of his throw makes her rock backwards on her knees. "I told you to leave my office, bitch."   Sam returns to reality to find his cock raging hard. Yeah, that's how she'd be. Sam smiles, absent-mindedly rubbing his cock. Now, if he could only get the goods on her! * ~ Chapter Two ~ * For the next several days, Sam is on auto-pilot at work, carrying out his duties with ease. He still focuses on revenge, but, unsure how to effectuate his plan, Sam shifts instead to questioning his sexual preferences. He is disturbed by how turned on he was from Jenna's harsh attentions. He's always been the one in control. He likes it that way. No, I prefer it that way! He feels the primal need to prove himself as a dominant male and considers his prey. Sam has had several office personnel at his mercy. All of them have willingly complied--and it helped that Sam stands 6'1", is very muscular and fit, with dark brown medium-length hair and brown eyes. The women practically begged him to take them! But the pickings were getting slim. Sure, he can always call one of the used ones in, but he needs fresh meat. He heads to the break room in search of coffee. Normally, he has his secretary fetch it, but she has a doctor's appointment. Besides, he can use the walk and change of scenery. As he walks in, he is met with a hideous sight. Anne, the new temp, is seated with her lunch spread in front of her reading a romance novel. She is very forgettable. She stands 5'4", is 90 pounds soaking wet, and wears easily dismissive attire. Today she is clad in a dark brown dress that goes to mid-calf. It has buttons at the top and an unnecessary belt around her hidden waist. She has straight, thin black hair that comes to the top of her shoulders. Her skin is pale. She wears thick glasses which cover most of her face, on which she wears no makeup. To top off the look, brown pantyhose hugs her legs, which end in plain brown flats. Sam takes her in and almost laughs out loud. She is perfect! But he will have to play this one a bit differently than the rest of the office staff. Damn, what was her name?? April? Anita? He strides to the counter and pours himself a mug of coffee and sits down at the table next to hers, facing her. He thinks she will look up, but she remains engrossed in her book. Sam shakes his head slightly to himself. What Sam doesn't know is that Anne very much indeed noticed him. He is not a man you could NOT notice. And Anne is so nervous and jittery that she doesn't dare look at him. She can feel his eyes on her, and the power he exudes is unbearable...and slightly intoxicating. Finally, she cannot bear it any longer, and she steals a glance at him. He is at the ready, and smiles at her, "Hello. You're new here, right?" and he flashes his drop-dead gorgeous smile at her. She feels her insides drop a mile but tries to keep it together, "Um, y--yes. I--I've been here for a month and a half now." Sam deviously smiles internally, taking in her stuttering, her downcast eyes refusing to look at him directly, and her extreme blushing. Oh, this is the right one, all right. "How do you like it here--I'm sorry, what is your name; April?" Anne feels her pulse quicken and her neck flush. "I--I, um, I really like it here. Everyone has been so nice to me. I--I, um--I--um--I'm Anne," not taking her eyes off her sandwich until the end, when she moves them to gaze at the floor tiles. She wants to tell him how she spells it, so that he will be impressed with her, but she can't get the words out. A couple of years ago, Anne decided that "Ann" was far too plain, and she didn't like it. So she came up with adding the E, and praised her brashness for a long while. She so wants Sam to be impressed with her. "Anne, yes. I'm sorry, Anne. What a lovely name," again he flashes a brilliant smile. "I'm Sam--" "Oh, yes! I know who you are! Everyone knows who you are, sir!" she spits out, instantly cursing herself for being a babbler under pressure. And this was so much pressure, being in this room alone with this hunk. Sam smiles devilishly and gets up to walk over to her table. Anne immediately begins scooping up her things. "Please, call me Sam. You don't have to leave on my account. I was just coming over here to join you. Please stay." Again with the smile. Anne melts inside and blushes a deeper red, "Oh, I--I--I was just clearing space for you, s--Sam." "Good." He reaches across the table under the guise of looking at her book, but instead takes the opportunity to brush his hand over the back of hers. She instantly withdraws her hand to her lap, with an "oh!" exclamation. Sam chuckles and says, "I'm sorry, I was only trying to see what you were reading." Anne, just recovering from the last blush, turns a deep red again. She twists the book so he can read the cover, Wuthering Heights. Yep, she was the right one, all right! He asks, "An English requirement, right? Is it good?" "Oh, um, heh, well, it's just something to take my mind off work, heh." "Hmm." Sam remembers what Kelly, another office clerk and conquest, had told him about Anne: That she was still a virgin at 22. He could not believe it. Well, it was almost believable from her dumpy presentation, but a virgin? Who was a virgin in their 20s nowadays?? "I like to have coffee as a distraction from work," Sam says evenly. Anne steals a glance at him again, and finds him beautiful, confident and dripping with sex appeal. Much better looking than the man on her book cover. Truth be told, Sam was the man she envisioned as she read her romance novels. Kelly was her closest co-worker, and Kelly had been very open with all of the office gossip. Kelly told Anne all about Sam and his womanizing ways. But she also went into much more detail than Anne could handle. Yes, she wanted every last sordid detail, but she preferred reading those kinds of things, as she was rather socially awkward and very inexperienced. She'd had several boyfriends over the years; none of whom had gone past feeling her up. It was true, she was still a virgin. She had a dual dream of saving herself until her wedding night and giving herself up to an experienced man who found her completely irresistible, as is nearly the theme of all the romances she read. But she couldn't bring those types of books into the office and have people see them! Silence overtakes her nerves, as she clearly can't go back to reading, as Sam just sits there self-assuredly drinking his coffee. She looks at the hand that holds the mug. So broad and strong. Anne finds herself wondering what they would feel like to hold, to have on her naked body. And she flushes again. Trying to break her own internal struggles, she splutters, "I--I hear you're up for partner, right?" Crap! I'm not supposed to say anything! Sam jumps on it, "How do you know that?" His casual state vanishes, as he leans toward her. He thought all the partner chatter was to be kept secret until the voting--and even then, not uttered until the big announcement. "Oh--I--I must've overheard it somewhere," she hopes he will leave this alone. Her hands fidget in her lap. "Um--" "Where?" Sam demands. "Oh, I--I dunno..." "You're lying," Sam says firmly but quietly. The calmness with which this was delivered coupled with his steely glare make Anne feel like he has stabbed her. "I--I--I don't lie, sir." "Well, no one knows who's in consideration for partner. Who do you work for, Anne?" Hearing her name said in such a demanding tone goes straight to her nether regions, and she feels herself twitch. "Um--I--I work for J--Jenna, sir." Sam instantly relaxes back into his seat as a smile stretches his face. This is even more perfect! To abuse Jenna's new assistant! He does his best to turn his leer into a positive smile and says, "Oh, so you must be working on the new Superbowl campaign?" Anne nods almost imperceptively. "Great! I need to look the sketches over, so bring them to my office in, say, 10 minutes?" Anne's heart is racing. "Oh! I--I shouldn't really be gone from Jenna's area when she's out--" "Do not worry, Anne. I've already spoken with Jenna, and she knows I'm to approve the mock-ups," he says while rising. Looking down at her, he says more sternly, "Ten minutes, Anne. Don't be late." Sam turns and walks out of the break area. He doesn't need to look back to know Anne is watching him walk away. * ~ Chapter Three ~ * Sam nearly laughs out loud at his good fortune on the way back to his office. IF she's a virgin, she won't be for long! He will have to take a different tack with her. He plans his attack, as he lowers himself into his chair and fires up his monitor. Within seconds, the face of Jenna pops out at him. He had forgotten her Facebook page was still up when he left to get coffee. He stares at her image and feels himself growing hard. There was something about this woman that turns him on at his core. His thoughts are interrupted by a soft, hesitant knock on his open door. There stands Anne, papers in hand. He looks up at her and wonders how long it was going to take before she was begging him to take her? He closes the screen and says, "Prompt, I see. Just what I like in a...girl." He smiles a winning smile at Anne. She smiles back, so charmed by his debonair style and his amazingly good looks. Yet she is still awkward and unsure of what to do. She takes a couple of painfully jerky steps in before freezing. "Yes, please come in--but not before you shut and lock that door, Anne." Anne's face is one of pure shock, and she thinks about leaving until Sam tells her, "This is an important campaign, Anne. I always have my door locked when I do not want to be disturbed with something so important," he smiles again, disarming her. She obediently turns back to the door, shutting and locking it. Fuck, it's been a helluva long time since I've been with someone so goddamned timid! And she's just so unattractive in those clothes. But Sam takes a deep breath and focuses on his virgin prize. The fact that she is Jenna's assistant makes it an even sweeter conquest. Sam rises and motions to his desk. "Please, set those sketches down here so we can have a look at them." Again the smile, and again Anne melts. She now walks with purpose, in an unjerky fashion, to the front of his desk. She places the papers down and takes a step back, as he looms over her. She nervously fiddles at picking her nails, looking down, highly flitty. For fuck's sake. Sam inwardly rolls his eyes. He takes his time to pretend to look over the sketches, which he's intimately familiar with already. All the while, he moves his body closer to Anne and sizes up her responses. She is so skittish and nervous, Sam is encouraged that this is due to his presence. He sees her nervously hacking her nails. He twists his head toward her and places a hand over hers. "You're not nervous, are you, Anne?" He smiles into her eyes, which quickly look up into his at his speech. "Oh! N--no, I--I--I have a bad habit of fussing with my hands when I don't know what to do with them, heh," she says rapidly while flushing. That nervous laugh is a disgusting turn-off! "Well, that's an easy one," Sam clasps both of her hands into a ball, and places his other hand around them. "I will just hold them for you, okay? No reason to be nervous, Anne." Again that smile. Anne melts internally, and she feels her blood warming. She had no idea just how gorgeous this man was up close. Sure, she'd been dreaming about him; but she'd never been close enough to smell him. God, he smells so good! Anne smiles back at him and watches as he goes back to "inspecting" the sketches. Anne takes the time to let her eyes wander over his body. The arch of his neck over the desk. The long line of the side of his body, curved in concentration. His tight ass cheeks poking through the pants--oh! No, don't go there right now. Just take it in and remember it for later, for when you're alone under your covers! His hands over hers are so warm and so calming. Sam can feel her checking him out, and a lewd grin spreads across his face, which Anne cannot see. He flexes his ass for her all under the guise of nonchalantly leaning farther than necessary over the desk to inspect a detail more closely. He was pretty sure he heard her sigh. Now we're getting somewhere! Sam, still leaning over the very puzzling detail, calls to Anne, "Anne, did you see this here?" "Um, I'm not sure..." "This measurement for the upstairs bath. Did you check this before it went to the Art Department? Is this right?" He tugs on her arms a bit to get her to lean in to see. The tug and lean cause Anne to bump into the side of his torso. "Oh! I'm s--sorry, sir!" "The square footage, Anne??" Sam says, dismissing her body contact. God, that dress is hideous, and the glasses are ridiculous. And I'd bet large sums of money on white underpants! Still, the bump caused a slight stirring in Sam's pants. Anne cranes her neck far, trying not to make body contact again. Panicking, she tries to remember what the client wanted. "Um, I'm pretty sure I did double-check this, sir. And I'm fairly certain it was correct before I sent it down to Art. But I can't say without a shadow of a doubt. I can go check my e-mail..." Anne tries to turn to leave, but Sam grips her hands and keeps her in place. He knows the measurements are correct; he just wanted a reason to pull her close. "No, no. No need to check right now. But if you could do that when you get back to your desk, I would appreciate it," he smiles again. "Oh, sure! Not a problem!" Anne is unsure what to do. Sam still has her hands close to his body, and she is at an awkward angle over the desk. Sam straightens and leads Anne to his leather couch, still pulling her hands. "Please, come sit with me for a moment, Anne." "Oh, uh--I--um--well--" "What's the matter, Anne?" Sam sits and pulls Anne's hands, so she has no choice but to sit on the couch with him. Anne flushes and stammers. She looks into Sam's eyes. They're just like a deep pool of chocolate! She quickly looks away. "Tell me, Anne." She looks back at him. "What does your boyfriend have to say about you working in advertising where there are male models always around?" "Oh, I--um, well, I don't have a boyfriend." "No? I'm surprised. A pretty thing like you?" That smile again. Anne blushes and looks down. "Yeah, well, y'know." "No, I don't know, Anne. Tell me." He traces his thumb over the back of one of her hands. She tries not to acknowledge it, but Sam senses the tell-tale signs of want. "Oh, well, I mean, there's not much to tell. No boyfriend, heh." Sam Takes Anne "I'd have bet a lot of money that you had a very serious beau, or at the very least, a bunch of men dying to be with you." "Heh. Heh. No. I mean, I had a boyfriend in the past. But not now. And he was too--well, I mean--" Anne stops suddenly, surprised by what she was just about to reveal. "No, don't stop. I'm interested, Anne." OMG, can we just skip to the fucking now? This girl is utterly boring as all hell! Sam maintains a look of interest on his face; something that now comes naturally after being in the business and sales field for so many years. Anne looks into his brown eyes and melts again. She feels like she can tell him everything. "Well, it's just--I mean--well, he pressured me, if you know what I mean, and I--I--I'm saving myself for my wedding night." Flushing profusely as she steamrolls the entire paragraph together. "Men are assholes, Anne. Complete assholes." Anne relaxes. "But did I understand you correctly? You are a virgin?" He presses his thumb harder against the back of her hand. "Oh! Well, yes, I am." "Mmm hmm. Kelly told me you were, but I couldn't believe it. With how beautiful you are, and how you love to read?" That was as far as Sam could go, not really knowing anything else about her. Then he quickly remembers, "And a great office assistant, from what I can tell, too!" Anne beams at him. So much praise from someone so powerful and so sexy. "Heh, yeah, well, I am, heh." Sam moves one of his hands to touch her shoulder. "I'm really sorry you had to be put through that pressure, Anne." Little does she know! Besides, the poor boy probably didn't do it correctly! Sam moves to massaging her shoulder a bit, moving his hand closer to her neck. "I wish I could meet the bastard!" "Really? Why?" "Because I'd kick his teeth in!" Sam growls for effect, making Anne a bit scared but more comfortable, now seeing Sam as her protector. "Oh, well," she smiles, "that was a long time ago. I have no idea where he is." "Good. I'm glad he's out of your life." Sam's hand moves to the base of Anne's neck, massaging in slow circles, pressing firmly. Anne closes her eyes briefly, luxuriating in the touch. Encouraged, Sam moves his hand to the back of her neck, spreading it out his fingers and massaging thoroughly. He slowly moves his hand upwards, massaging into her hair. Anne lets out a sigh of pleasure, which rouses herself from the reverie. "Um," her body stiffens. "This doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it, Anne?" He does his best to give her puppy-dog eyes. It works; she feels badly for hurting him. "Oh, n--no, sir. It actually feels quite good." "I'm glad." He rubs her hands and her neck. "It just makes me so angry that some men take advantage like that." "Oh, well. Yeah. I haven't had a boyfriend in a really long time." Ohmigosh--why did you just say that?! It seems like you want HIM to be your boyfriend! Sam moves his hand from the back of her head to the front, caressing her left cheek with his thumb in slow up-and-down movements, mirroring what his other thumb is doing to the back of her hand. He gazes into her eyes, "I find that hard to believe, Anne." Anne looks downward, unsure of what to say. His thumbs working magic on her. She melts into the couch, and Sam sees it. "You need a Mr. Darcy, don't you?" Anne darts her eyes into his and blurts, "Pride and Prejudice is my all-time favorite book, sir! How did you know?!" Sam smiles at her, but is really pleased with himself. Going to P&P from Wuthering Heights was not that big of a leap. Thank goodness his English teacher was hot so he wanted to pay attention! "Just a guess. But you can tell me, Anne. You're not really a virgin, are you?" Startled, Anne looks up at him and shakes her head involuntarily. "Y--yes, I am, sir." "But you don't want to wait until your wedding night, do you?" His eyes, once puppy-dog-like, are now leering. Confused by the abrupt change of tone coupled with his thumbs working her, Anne is caught off-guard and completely speechless. Sam continues, "You want to be a slut just like Kelly, don't you, Anne?" Anne stares at him, shaking her head, but does not try to leave or stop his movements. "That's why you talk to Kelly. You want to know what she does in this office with me. You crave it. You want to be able to go out and drink like her. You want to be able to come in here and fuck me, too. Right, Anne?" Sam slides his upper hand down Anne's throat, lightly touching her with his fingertips. Then he moves it back up to her cheek, caressing it. Next, he drags his fingertips lightly over her lips. All the while, he holds her gaze in his eyes--which are now burning with lust. His movements have a paralyzing effect on her. This is pretty similar to scenes she imagined while in bed late at night. And now it was happening! And it was so much better than she imagined. But it shouldn't be happening! He can't do this! She needs to wait! "Sir--no, I--you can't--I mean." "Admit it," Sam says forcefully, leaning in to invade her personal space with his torso. "I--" she feebly utters. Sam grabs her neck harshly and he whispers into her ear, "Admit it, Anne, and do it now, or I will squeeze harder." "I do," she whispers, barely audible. Her insides going squishy as she feels his breath on her skin. "Louder!" "I do," she says with more volume. "Yell it!" "I DO!" Sam relaxes back into the cushion, a grin spreading across his face. He releases his grip, but still holds on to her neck. Anne's eyes flit every which way. "Do not be nervous; I've had the office soundproofed." Sam takes his hand and moves it to her mouth. He presses his index finger against her mouth. "Open." Anne's lips partly obediently, without her full consent. Sam pushes in his finger and runs it over her tongue. Holding her gaze, he takes his finger from her mouth and puts it in his, sucking on his finger. She stares at him in disbelief. She finds herself wondering what his tongue would feel like on hers. Stop! His other hand pulls her hands toward him, causing her to almost fall into his lap, face-first. She rights herself quickly, eyes darting everywhere. Sam grabs the back of her hair and gently pulls her face back. "Ask me to kiss you, like I know you want me to." "I--I--sir." "Tell me what it is you want right now, Anne." His mouth back to whispering in her ear, making her squirm. "I--I--" she takes a deep breath and blurts, "I want Mr. Darcy to come and rescue me!" Sam leans back and looks at her. "Make no mistake, Anne. That's not going to happen in this office. Not now; not ever." He lets go of her hair and shifts backwards a bit. "It's not?" she gasps. She's both relieved he has stopped, but is missing his touch as well. "No. It's not. I am no Mr. Darcy. I'm much more like Mr. Wakefield, and I will fuck you just as well." He leans back in to her. "But first you will ask me to kiss you, like a proper lady." Sam smiles at her, but he's really again smiling at himself for being so poetically appropriate! "Oh!" Anne is shocked by this sudden and polar change of events. She does want him to kiss her. Badly. Before she can think, Sam lowers his mouth to her ear again and says sternly, "Say it. Now." "I--I--" "You what, Anne?" "I want you to kiss me," she breathes out. Without hesitation, Sam's mouth is on hers. His hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. When she opens her mouth to say something, he rams his tongue inside, swirling all around. He opens his eyes, as he likes to do when he's taking the office staff: another position of power. His eyes rest on those stupid glasses, and he gets annoyed. Breaking the kiss, Sam says, "There. Was that so difficult, Anne?" "N--no, sir." "Good girl. Take your glasses off." Anne immediately, as if in a trance, removes her glasses and holds them--Sam's grip on her hands slack. He holds out a hand, and Anne places her glasses in them. He puts them on the table next to him. She watches him, waiting. Sam shifts to sit right next to Anne, with no cushion in between. With his hand still at the back of her neck, he moves his other hand to her neck. He trails it slowly down, stopping at her grotesque button-top dress. He looks in her eyes and unbuttons a button. "Did you like that kiss, Anne?" He unbuttons another button. "Y--yes, sir." She looks immediately down. Sam grabs her chin, forcing her eyes back on his. "No, no. There's no reason to be ashamed of that. That was a fucking great kiss, Anne. It's okay to admit that." He emphasizes the swear word to get her attention. He's learned with more demure females, it's best to be as domineering as possible, and cursing is a tool. Anne's eyes grow wide at the word, and she swallows before nodding at him. "Admit it, Anne," he says more forcefully. "Y--yes, it was a--a great kiss, sir." "Mmm hmm, good girl. It was a fucking great kiss. Say that, Anne." Sam is down to her fourth button and Anne is barely aware of what he's doing. "It--it was a fucking great kiss," she says, lowering her voice on "fucking". Sam sighs and eyes blaze. "Say it like you mean it, Anne." "It was a fucking great kiss, sir." Sam smiles, "Very good girl." Anne beams. "Now." He slips his hand into the top of her dress and gently cups her breast. "So tiny," he utters without thinking. "I--I'm sorry, sir." Sam smiles at her. "No need to apologize. Tiny but pert and hard. Just the way I like them." Her eyes flit to his. "Tell me what else you want, Anne." She looks up, flushes, but just sits there. She does not move his hand. She does not attempt to get up or leave. "Do you want me to touch your breast, Anne?" his voice a bit lower and huskier. Anne nods the briefest amount possible. Sam pinches her nipple. "Ow!" "Do NOT make me do this with every FUCKING question, Anne!" For fuck's sake, I forgot how much I loathe virgins! She nods and hastens to add, "Yes, sir." Sam breathes forcefully through his nose. "Yes, sir, what? Yes, sir, you won't make me do this with every fucking question; or yes, sir, you want me to touch your breast?" "Um--both, sir." "Then tell me, Anne. Say it." "I--I--I want you to touch my breast, sir." Holy crap, did I just SAY that?! Sam immediately snakes his hand to her back and unhooks her bra. He steals a peek in to find a disappointingly drab tan color, completely lacking any form of sex appeal. He drags his hand back to the front and cups her breast, squeezing it firmly, running his thumb over her nipple. "OH!" "Oh, you like it?" "Yes--yes, sir, I like it." "Good girl." Sam continues to cup and squeeze and taunt Anne's breasts. Anne moans, completely oblivious to anything other than the sensation in her breasts, and the effect of Sam's ministrations go directly to her pussy. She does not notice the growing tent in Sam's pants, nor does she even consider what he feels. Sam leans to her, moves both his hands inside her dress top, and slides the dress off her shoulders. It falls in a disgusting heap at her waist, but it exposes her tits. Sam bends to suck her left nipple into his mouth. "OH!" Anne exclaims. Sam looks up at her and smiles. Her head is back, causing her breast to be pushed more into Sam's mouth. Sam sucks in her entire breast, licking his tongue all over it. Anne moans again. And she moves to put her hand on his head. Hmm, she's making progress. Sam slides his left arm under her dress, reaching up to her panties. I gotta know if these are as white as I think! But he gets pleasantly sidetracked as his hand is met with a large pool of wetness seeping over the pantyhose. Just like I thought; every girl wants to be taken. At the feel of Sam's hand on her privates--the first man's hand ever to touch her--Anne feels an electric current run through her. Her hips betray her by moving on their own, attempting to bring Sam's hand in closer. At the same time, though, Anne is very embarrassed by her secretions, and she hopes Sam will not notice. "Mmmm, you are sooo wet, Anne," Sam says, popping her nipple out of his mouth. She blushes. "Are you really a naughty girl, Anne?" Anne immediately looks panicked, as she associates "naughty" with a bad thing. Fuck, why couldn't she have read some porn and be somewhat knowledgeable?! While Sam has deflowered many a-female in his life, he much prefers those with experience. It is tiring to be the teacher...and gentle! "No, Anne, it's okay to be naughty. I like it," he manages to smile up at her. She relaxes but still blushes more. "No, I do. Would you like me to prove it to you?" She shyly answers, "Yes," without knowing what she's getting into. Sam leans back on the couch and rubs his cock over his pants while watching her. She stares in panic and disbelief. It wasn't that big when I first came in here! Sam unbuckles, unzips and reaches in to pull himself out. Anne's eyes grow huge, but not as huge as Sam's nine inches. Sam waves it in her direction. "See, Anne? This is what you do to me." Anne reluctantly takes her eyes from Sam's cock and raises them to his eyes, still wide. "That is a good thing, Anne. Do you have anything to say about seeing your first cock? This is your first cock, right, Anne?" Anne nods. She bites her lower lip and says, "It's so big." "Yes, it is. Most women like it." He starts to rub the length of his shaft. Anne's eyes automatically go back to watching. "Do you want to please me, Anne?" Anne nods without speaking. "C'mere." She looks up at him, confused. Desperately trying to hide his impatience, Sam reaches behind her neck and pulls her head down. He positions the tip of his cock just outside her mouth. "Open." Anne opens at his command, but she is completely ignorant about what he could possibly want. As her opens, Sam shoves his cock into her mouth, causing her to gag and choke. She pulls back, spluttering and coughing; tears streaming down her plain face. She looks at him with eyebrows raised, not comprehending. Sam sighs deeply. She doesn't know anything about blowjobs, you idiot! "Stand up." Anne immediately rises, her dress top hanging at her waist. She didn't understand what she had done to upset him so much, and she didn't want to go back to her desk. "Turn to face me and take your dress off." Anne turns, fumbles with her belt, then tugs down the dress over her legs, stepping out one at a time. She loses her balance and nearly falls over. Not knowing exactly what to do with it when it was off, she clutches the dress in her hand by her side. Wow, not an ounce of sexual awareness. That was the worst strip show I've ever experienced! AND--WHITE panties! Ding! We have a winner! The white showing brightly through her drab tan pantyhose. As Sam has his internal conversation, Anne becomes increasingly nervous and shy, never having been this naked before a man before. Her arms cross to smush her breasts together. And her knees cave in together in an attempt to hide her very large wet spot. Sam holds out his hand, "Give me your dress." Anne practically shoves it into his hand. He holds his arm out to his left, over the couch edge, and lets it fall slowly from his hand. It falls to the floor. Anne clasps her hands together at the base of her stomach. "Remove your pantyhose." Anne grabs the hose at her hips and tugs down, bending over to pull them to her ankles. She unceremoniously steps out, nearly toppling over again. She rises, clutching the hose. Sam holds out his hands, and she turns them over. He holds the top over the side of the couch and drops it, letting the legs hang by his hand before letting go. "Remove your panties." Hearing the word "panties" instead of "underwear" makes Anne's skin ripple. Just the word seems so naughty! Anne grabs the bottom of her panties from the sides and pulls down, just as she did with the pantyhose. No teasing. No toying. No pretense. They were off and still clutched in her hand. This time, she moved to give them to Sam as he held out his hand again. He again tossed them over the side of the couch. "Move your hands to your sides." Anne complies, revealing a natural bush. Oh man, when's the last time I've eaten out a bush? Mmmm, a virgin natural bush! But then he remembers the last time he ate one--Jenna's. And she told him he could have his office fun but NOT eat anyone else out. He considers this as he stands up from the couch and walks to the cabinet. Anne watches, feeling the loss of his presence. This is special pussy. This is natural and virgin pussy. He considers her naked body compared to it clothed. It's amazing how an outfit can make or break a person! She was almost attractive completely nude. A virgin full bush. He HAS to! Plus, he reasons, Jenna would never find out. He's pretty confident Anne will tell no one. He returns with a towel and spreads it on the couch. Then he pats the towel, "Sit." Anne sits down shyly. She is nervous he is going to try to stick his thing in her mouth again, as it is now mouth-height. Sam instead unbuttons his fly and lets his pants fall to his ankles. He strokes himself. She watches, cautious. "I won't make you do that today, Anne. She relaxes. He leans in and pushes her shoulders so she sinks back into the cushion. "I will be eating you out, Anne, so you can be good and wet for my big, hard cock." Her eyes widen. She'd only heard Kelly talk about his skills, but Kelly didn't go in depth. Anne wondered what it would feel like and whether she really wanted him to do it at all. Sam kneels in front of her and pushes her legs apart. He runs his fingers around her labia. She moans loudly. Her hips immediately move with him. Sam leans in and flattens his tongue against the bottom of her slit and drags it all the way up, flicking her clit at the top. "OHHHHHH!!!!" Sam smiles up at Anne. Finally, some response! He licks her a few more times in the exact same way. Then he takes his tongue and fucks her hole. Her hips move to meet his thrusts. Mmm, this has some promise. God, but I love eating fresh pussy! Sam quickly moves up to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. Anne moans loudly and does not stop making noise. Sam can feel her nearing the edge--Virgins; they can be so easy! He decides to give her an even better treat, and sucks in her clit hard. Anne immediately goes over the edge, washing Sam's face in her juices. Without allowing her to come down, Sam quickly positions his cock at Anne's opening. She looks up at him, still in her orgasmic state. "This is going to hurt. You are very small, and I am very big. But I will go gently, and soon it will feel good." Anne tries to nod up at him, but she is too far gone to communicate effectively. Still, Sam catches her meaning. He grabs his base and rubs his tip up and down her slit, eliciting more guttural moans. He lines his tip up again and pushes in gently. He gets his entire tip inside, as Anne just watches him. Virgins! He looks at her lying there, unmoving, cringing. Were it not for reassuring his dominance AND her being Jenna's assistant, he'd toss her ass out. Too much work with not enough to gain. Fuck, she ought to be thanking me! He pushes in until he reaches her hymen. Anne sucks in air as the pressure is overwhelming. "Yes, this is the hard part. Suck it up. I will be brief. I'm going to pull out and slam into you. The pain will be there, but then it will subside. Okay?" "I--I--" she nods, holding her breath and closing her eyes. "Yes, you're saving yourself for your wedding night. But let me tell you, this is going to be the best fuck of your entire life, including your goddamn wedding night! So. Are you ready?" he growls at her. Sam Takes Anne She meekly nods her head. These virgins have absolutely no sensitivity to what us males go through. Like, how long does she think I can keep up this gentleness and slowness?? No appreciation for how difficult that is! Sam takes himself out and moves in slowly to the same point again. "I will do this a few more times before breaking it, okay? That will make it better." Anne nods again, lost in the feeling he is giving her to just that point. Sam moves in and out four more times before he can no longer stand it--especially since she won't move with him. Then he takes himself out, hesitates, and plunges all the way in, breaking her virgin strand with one forceful push. Anne screams out in pain. Sam steadies himself at her hilt, allowing her to settle down. Again, no appreciation for being able to stop at this point! He watches her face. It moves from an expression of utter pain to a relaxed, more subdued acceptance. He pulls slowly backwards. She opens her eyes and looks up at him. She tries to smile. This was not how she envisioned losing her virginity. But she was glad she did it with someone as experienced as Sam. And oh my, he's SO beautiful! Her smile comes naturally now. He smiles back at her and slowly pushes back in. Her face a complete wash of acceptance. It will take a few more thrusts before it shifts to pleasure. Sam's done this before, and now he is regretting choosing a virgin at this moment. He just needed a quick fuck, totally in control, and then he would be good. This is way too much work. But here he is, so he should make the best of it. He focuses on her tight pussy walls creating a sheath for his cock. That sheath floats over his shaft as he pumps ever-so-slowly in and out for an excruciatingly long time. Eventually, Anne's look takes on an enraptured glow, and Sam knows he's home free. He grabs the back of her knees and lifts up her legs. He increases his speed and pumps into her with more force. Anne arches back against the cushions and cries out--a bit of pain but more rapture. Sam concentrates on the penetration, saying a mantra in his head. "Yeah, bitch, take that. You fucking superior partner cunt. Take THAT!" He sees Jenna in his mind, not this dumpy and pathetic office virgin. No longer a virgin! And he takes out his frustration on Anne's cunt. Anne, not having any experience with sex, thinks this is all normal. She lies back against the couch and takes the pounding. She likes the sensations, but she's just too inexperienced to know what to do or how to react. So she just lies there like a ragdoll. At this point, Sam doesn't give a fuck. He's focused on Jenna, now that his gentleness requirement has been satisfied. Now that he can get to what he should've been doing 45 minutes ago--strictly pumping hard and fast--he feels himself get back to normal. Each thrust re-establishes his dominant nature. "Yeah, bitch. I AM dominant. I AM dominant! I AM dominant!" He repeats this phrase with each inward thrust, trying to penetrate Jenna's cunt with his force.   Just as Sam nears the edge, he quickly pulls out and shoots his massive load all over Anne's stomach. Anne, alerted by the sudden vacancy in her cunt, opens her eyes, wondering what she did to make him upset this time. As she opens her eyes, she is instantly hit with an eruption of cum. Startled, she opens her mouth to gasp and catches another rope. She looks up at Sam through one clean eye and one gloppy one, cum dripping from her mouth. Sam is bent over her, hand slowly rubbing his tip, head back, and grunting. She thinks he looks incredibly sexy, and hopes she looked the same way to him when he was inside of her. After his last rope escapes, he crashes onto the couch next to Anne, breathing heavily. Not knowing what to do, Anne tries to lie as still as possible. She feels sticky all over. Her stomach and face are covered with cum. And there is a large pool oozing out of her pussy. Not wanting it to drop on the floor, Anne reaches between her legs and drags the towel to her opening. When she pulls it back, she is startled to see red. But of course there would be! At Anne's movement, Sam opens his right eye. He puts his right hand on Anne's left thigh and squeezes. "You okay?" "I--um--heh. Yes, I think so, heh." Oh fuck, just get the fuck out of my office! "Good. I wasn't too hard?" I don't care if I was--in fact, I should've pounded you more! "No, you were very gentle. But, um--" Anne looked down at the towel. "Yes, I know. That's why I got the towel to begin with," Sam tries to keep the rancor from his tone, but he isn't entirely sure he is successful. Virgins! "It's okay. I'll just throw it away." "Okay." "God, that was good!" he somehow manages to get out. Sam found it's always best to leave them feeling good. He never knows when he'll need them again; for sex or anything else! He sincerely doubted it would be sex he'd be seeking from Anne, but he didn't want to kill the possibility. He never kills that possibility. "Oh! I'm glad," Anne smiles proudly. "You are so, um, so, well, you really know what you're doing." Yes, and you don't know shit, bitch! "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He looks at his watch in an attempt to be discreet without ever trying for discretion and exclaims, "Oh, man! You're going to be missed!" "Oh, no!" "It's okay. I will cover for you." Sam rises, pulls up his pants and secures them on his hips. He tucks in his shirt, which he purposefully never removed. He walks to his desk and takes the sketches. He notices Anne has still not moved. "Um, you'd better put your clothes on." "Oh. Yes." Anne mechanically gets up, wipes herself with the towel again, places it carefully back on the couch, then dresses. Her dumpy dress and glasses make her seem even more appalling. Sam quickly jots down some problems he was already aware with the sketches. The problems could have easily been discussed with Anne for as long as they were in there. When he finishes writing, he walks her to the door. "I--I--I had a good time, sir." Gosh, that sounds SO stupid! "I did as well," he manages that smile again. "And if you're a good girl, I will teach you how to give a proper blowjob!" He spanks her ass playfully. Anne blushes deeply as she turns to go. Sam pulls her back by the arm and leans down to kiss her passionately--or with as much passion as he can muster. He does not want her disappointed. And while he doesn't think she will tell anyone, just in case she does, he has his reputation to uphold. She melts against him. Her arms circling his waist. Now, a response?! Virgins! He breaks the kiss and kisses the tip of her nose. "Not a word to anyone, Anne." He opens his door and says loudly, "See that you go through all those issues we just discussed, Anne, and please get back with me with answers before the end of the week!" Anne, at first confused by the abruptness of his behavior, quickly realizes there are other people. That they are, in fact, still in an office setting. And she hesitates but manages to recover somewhat enough to say, "I will, sir. Thank you for pointing those out to me." As she walks away, Sam quickly shuts his door, not lingering to watch. He goes to his couch and retrieves the dirty towel. With disgust, he tosses it into his trash bin. The cleaning staff can do the rest. He sits at his desk and opens Jenna's Facebook page again. He stares at her face and says, "Yeah, bitch. I AM dominant!" * ~ The End ~ *