Ellas Story Pt 02 The Office

*Knock knock knock* Richard poked his head into Ella's office.

"Oh, hello Richard," Ella straightened herself and quickly tidied her desk. She had absentmindedly been enjoying a chocolate bar while she reviewed the newest documents due on her docket. She quickly brushed the remaining squares into a desk drawer out of sight.

"Ella," Richard smiled, "Let me guess, you're done with the report for Beta Corp already?"

"Ha, no, I wish. They are in review. I will have them to you by the end of the day."

"Ell, I was kidding! Those documents aren't due until the end of the week. Are you really done with the research and write-up already?"

Ella blushed, "Yes, sir, I wanted to get those to you as soon as possible. I know Beta is an important client."

Richard sighed, "Important, yes, but fickle. This is the 3rd time they have asked for these reports, but they are requesting such outlandish projections. We simply don't have those numbers based on their data. These heavily financed start-ups are going to be the death of me."

"Well, sir, if there is anything I can do to assist, please let me know. I could take a look at the numbers again-"

"Please, no. You've been incredible. You have no idea how much I need you here."

Ella blushed again, "Please, sir, the pleasure is all mine. I enjoy being a part of this team."

Richard smiled his familiar cheeky, half-smirk smile, and waited a moment too long before dismissing himself with a "Well, I will let you get back to it. Ella," before spinning on his heel and beelining for his own desk.

Ella smiled to herself, feeling the warm blush she always gained from interactions with her boss slowly fade away. She couldn't help but feel the weight of his eyes on her, heavier than most professional interactions, whenever they were in the same room. Truthfully, she figured that she was imagining his attention; he was a highly professional man with attributes to match. He wasn't known for being warm or friendly, in fact, most of Ella's co-workers found him intimidating and disciplined. His close-cropped hair, chiseled features, and sharp suits matched his demeanor well. Ella could not help but wonder about his frame; having never seen him without a jacket on, she could only theorize that his body was as tight and muscular as his face would indicate. She, on the other hand, was his opposite. Her frame was exceedingly feminine, from her soft, round face to her curvy, voluptuous figure. She tried to find an alternate explanation as to why Richard's gaze would settle on her during dimly lit projected presentation meetings and corporate networking events, but she failed to ever come up reasonable explanation for the lust that darkened his eyes.

She tried to be demure and professional at work but she constantly felt too large for the corporate world. There wasn't a blouse besides a turtleneck that wouldn't reveal the tops of her breasts spilling over her balconette brassiere. On the other hand, turtlenecks accentuated the massive, inflated size of her breasts. She often found co-workers, men and women alike, openly staring at them, too entranced to care about being caught. The office was corporate right down to the thermostat, meaning that Ella was constantly cold, causing her nipples to perk up easily, revealing themselves easily against strained, silky fabrics. She often wore her hair pinned back into a tidy bun, which made being in her presence with her hair loose feel somewhat intimate. She wore a simple, common perfume to fit in, yet the drifting smell of her shampoo and body wash was suggestively aromatic. Richard had caught her scent many times and felt a primal urge pike, overwhelmed by its femininity. He found himself checking on her in her office, where he could immerse himself in her aroma, unlike the way he beckoned the others to sit in front of his desk for check-ins. He favored her, not only because she was intriguing to him, but because she was legitimately the most skilled member of the team.

***

"Damn it, damn it!" Richard exclaimed, rubbing his temple with a pained look.

"Sir, are you alright?" Ella asked, pulled away from leaving for the weekend by his exclamation.

"These sons of- for the love of- these guys are really pissing me off. They ousted that moron Jeff and now this guy Patrick is asking for the report with a whole new set of data points. Before their shareholding meeting tonight. Do these people not understand the concept of time zones?"

By then, Ella had wandered into his office, fingering the sheets of paper spitting from the printer. "Hm... these data points look a lot better. This seems pretty straightforward, actually..."

"It's 8pm, Ella. I don't give a crap what time they have, it's 8 o'clock here."

Ella couldn't help but grin, despite herself. "I could help. We could work on them together and be out of here in no time. It's late but-" she dropped her purse off her shoulder and unbuttoned her jacket.

Richard felt himself distracted by her generous fingers, revealing her collarbone and cleavage that had been hidden away in the jacket. He wished her fingers would continue, pulling her hems until her breasts were before him, brushing against herself for the sensation of it. He tried to clear his mind.

"I can't ask you to do that. We came in early today. It's right before a holiday. Plus I know for a fact you didn't have a proper lunch today. I hate when you skip lunch." Richard furrowed his brow at her.

Ella blushed, "You notice when I don't eat lunch?"

"Yes, I notice when all you eat in a day are tiny little sugar treats as if that's enough to fill you up and sustain you." he half-scolded.

Ella blushed again and pressed her legs together. She didn't know why, but his attention to her and her food made her pulse jump and she felt a soft throbbing begin in her pussy. She could feel herself begin to drool a bit of slippery liquid, the kind that begged for friction. She tried to shake her head and focus on the task at hand. With a bit of persuasion, Richard and Ella got to work on the reports, making progress quickly. Their compromise was that Richard would order in lunch on the company's account. Heaps of Italian food were soon consumed, along with the accompanying desserts. Richard relished catching Ella with her mouth full, so stuffed that her pretty pink lips pursed as she attempted to chew her way to a modest bite. As they worked, they exchanged playful, passing comments. Ella found that Richard could be quite funny when he relaxed; she found his manner unexpectedly sexy, never sure if he was going to be playful or stern with her. Over the course of the evening, she had unbuttoned a few top buttons on her blouse and he had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The thin linen of his shirt could barely mask his hard, developed shoulders underneath. His forearms were taut and veiny, causing Ella to speculate about his other features.

They finished the project at the same time that they finished their food.

"Oh god, I am stuffed" moaned Richard and leaned away from his desk, patting his still-flat stomach heavily.

"Me too," giggled Ella, mirroring him. Instead of patting, however, she traced the oval shape of her belly, rubbing it slowly. Richard was immediately entranced. Ella caught on quickly, recognizing the lust in his eyes, imagining that he was growing rock solid behind his desk. She couldn't help but test her theory with a quick squeeze of her belly fat.

"Oooohhhh," he breathed, hypnotized, a confirmation of his lust.

Ella smiled, playing oblivious to his attention. "Gosh, I really am stuffed. I don't think I could eat one more bite." She wrapped her hands under her belly, picking up and dropping her tummy a few times for effect.

"Good," Richard cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the husky unevenness. "It's good to see you eat."

"You act like I'm starving," she teased, "I promise, I eat after hours."

"Not enough," he insisted and their eyes locked for a pregnant moment. "I wonder, sometimes," he started slowly, "what you eat... after hours. After you get off of work."

"Oh?" she prompted, squeezing the flutter between her legs and leaning forward, earning him a deeper glimpse of her soft cleavage. "Wonder how?"

"Well," he cleared his throat again, determinedly steading his voice but dropping it lower, forcing Ella to lean in even more intently. "I wonder about what you're eating, if you are getting enough, or if you have a big variety," he licked his lips, trying to keep his composure. "I think about what you are wearing, you know, around the house. Or what you might wear to get dressed up for a date."

Ella's eyes were wide and her heart was pounding with desire, yet she couldn't find her previous bravery or eloquence. "You think about... what I am wearing?" she could only repeat.

He seemed hesitant but unable to contain his honesty. "Well, yes. I just find myself imagining it. Like, I will be cooking dinner and I wonder if you would like it, if you were there. If you would, I don't know, hang around me while I was cooking, be my taste tester. I imagine little outfits for you," he looked at her stunned expression, taking in her pretty features relaxed by her off-guard expression, "down to the color of your... undergarments."

His vernacular made her laugh and break the paralytic nature of her lustful trance. Emboldened by his attention, she approached him. He held his breath, unsure of her intentions and desperately hoping she would sit on his lap. Instead, she perched herself on his desk in front of him, settling her generous ass over his workspace. Her buttons, now barely concealing her brassier, strained against the pressure of her recent meal. The top button was at his eye-level, daring him to reveal his desires. Despite their obvious mutual attraction, Ella couldn't help but feel shy and demure around him. She reached out and traced her hand gently from his forehead, around his ear, and to his strong jaw. She felt him clench with restraint.

"Sir," she started and watched him stir at the title, "if you wanted to know the color of my undergarments... all you had to do was ask." She took his large hands gently and pulled them towards her mouth. She gave his hands a few sweet kisses, demonstrating her willingness, then drew them down her neck. "Or better yet," she began, and he cut her off, covering her mouth with his and ripping her shirt open with his strong grip.

She moaned and gasped against his lips. He kissed her urgently, drawing back the sides of her blouse to expose her heaving breasts and soft tummy. He pinned her arms back with the fabric and relished the feeling of her breasts rubbing against his chest as she squirmed to get free. He drew back, drinking in the vulnerability of her posture. Her soft, supple body was open and inviting and her eyes were wide with lust and willingness. Richard tightened his grip on the fabric restraint that became of her shirt, drawing back her shoulders and perking her round breasts higher. He fingered the lace structure of her bra, running over her seams and tantalizing her into a fit of gasps.

"Blue," he said, commenting on the color of her hidden garments. The light blue shade and lace implied an innocence that was betrayed by the overflowing flesh of her breasts and the stiff pink/brown tips that begged for his attention.

"Sir," Ella stirred, her body squirming, enticing him with the fluidity under her supple skin.

The warmth between her legs was mounting and her urge crept into her voice, her face. She pouted, hands still restrained from her half-undressed shirt, keeping her from pulling him closer so instead, she pressed her lower body into him purposefully, desperately trying to satisfy the begging between her legs. His face broke into his signature half-smirk, eyes gleaming with lust. Instead of giving in to their immediate desire, Richard used his free hand to caress her cheek. Ella sighed, leaning her full cheeks into his cupped hand.

"God, she's so responsive," Richard thought, relishing the sexual compatibility he could only previously fantasized about with her. He traced her lips, as full and heart-shaped as the rest of her ample body. Ella was captivated, gently stealing licks with timid swipes of her tongue.

"Everyday," he started, still playing with her lips, "I want to know the color of your brassier. You can tell me, show me, publicly or privately. But everyday, I want to know the color you're wearing against your skin."

"Yessir," she spilled against his thumb, "everyday."

"Good girl," he approved, and cupped her chin, squeezing her chubby cheeks and squishing her lips open. He planted a deep kiss against her trapped mouth and swiftly unraveled her discarded shirt, freeing her hands. They flew to his face, deepening their embrace as they made out passionately. His hands roamed her, cupping her head, tangling her hair, and running up and down her back and hips. Ella squealed and tightened her squeeze around his shoulders as he surprised her by scooping up her ass and bearing her body weight against his. Despite his muscular physique, she was surprised he could manipulate her body so easily. She felt her insides flutter, anticipating his physicality. He undid her skirt with deft fingers before dropping her back down on the desk in just her panties.

"Baby blue again?" he asked rhetorically, running his strong fingers gingerly against the lace of her matching panties. He leaned in, kissed her temple, and whispered huskily in her ear, "You are such a good girl..."

"Daddy," she melted completely, surrendering to him fully. His forehead kiss had flipped a switch in her brain; she felt lighter, unburdened, and singularly devoted to their present pleasure. She laid back on the desk, legs resting open, feeling such contentment over the sensation of his fingers strumming against her lace-clad clit.

He grinned at her dreamy expression and began loosening his tie and unfastening his button-up shirt with his free hand. The hand stroking her clitoris began fingering her panties aside, causing his knuckles to find the slickness brimming along her slit. He started on his belt and the sound of the leather slapping against itself and the jingle of the hardware caused her to shudder.

He thumbed her, taking care around her clitoris, finding her sensitivity, and massaging the warm space between her swollen lips. Ella swirled on the tabletop, her fingers finding her lips, her hair, and the hard edge of the wooden desk. She bit her lip as Richard drew agonizing patterns up her anatomy, eventually leaving her pubic region and scoping instead her round tummy. Ella didn't stop reacting; although she was pressing her eyes and lips together, sounds wouldn't stop escaping her lips. Richard played with her belly, occasionally spreading his scope to pinch her nipples, imagining her tied up with silk, hands tied behind her back, mouth muffled. He grunted at the possibilities of pleasure with the woman before him.

With a significant portion of his blood fueling the heavy club between his legs, he could hardly fathom how fully his fantasies were manifesting before him. He drank in her overflowing beauty, watching how dreamily she squirmed at his fingertips. He grabbed the base of his dick, remembering how many times he had jerked off to the thought of Ella licking a spoon, licking his dick, his fingers. He flashed through fantasies like images in a deck, Ella giggling at a zoo, an amusement park, the passenger's seat of his car. Ella bent over his kitchen counter, crying his name, begging for his seed. Ella's breasts bouncing as she jumps in slow motion. Ella holding him in missionary, confessing her love in his ear as he comes in her.

Richard squeezed his dick, aware that his cum was sitting right under the surface, already threatening to explode. He wiped the pearl of precum on her vulva, feeling his insides pull at the thought of their juices mixing together. He moved his hand up, traveling Ella's throat to reach her pouty lips. She reflexively kissed him, worshipping his thumb, tasting her sex. He cupped her face and she finally opened her eyes, connecting with his immediately. Her already dreamy expression softened further as she looked up at him adoringly. He couldn't help but smile at her sweet expression and serial thumb kisses. He watched as her expression changed as he steadily pressed his hips into her, stretching her open with his thick cock. She let out a sound of shock as her head dropped back. Richard found himself cradling her neck instead of her face. He pressed on and groaned, finding that he could continue despite her tightness due to the brewing wetness that allowed him to sink into her fully.

He felt her still-stunned moan vibrate against his palm before he heard her cry out. He had stuffed her, and there was a full moment of suspension where she could only adjust to that fullness. Her breathing was still trembling against his palm when he dragged out of her, causing her to cry out again in agony, before tripping over her own sound with a shriek of pleasure. He was fucking her. His pace was steady but he didn't try to plow into her deeply. Instead, he noticed how her frantic breathing was in line with his stroke he tried to slow down, keeping himself in her and lifting his hand to remove any pressure from her throat. Ella shrieked again, a desperate sound, before grabbing his hand with both of hers to keep him at her throat and trying to bounce from her restricted laying position.

"Oh, I see. You don't want me to stop."

Ella could only throw her head, shaking "no". Richard started his pace up again, giving her only another inch or two of his dick to attempt to bounce on. She immediately let out a primal sound of frustrated pleasure.

"You want this."

Ella's sounds begged without words.

"Tell me."

"Richard, please, I wa-" Ella cried out again as Richard laid heavily against her, filling her as deeply as before. His shape curved so well against her g-spot, she had no control once he was inside her.

"Daddy! Yes!" she exclaimed, and Richard felt his balls tighten. With one thumb gripping her by the belly button and one thumb gripping her by the throat, Richard went to town stroking her carefully and consistently, barely keeping his own eruption at bay.

"Yes, Richard, yes! I want you so. Bad. I- I-" He couldn't help it. Her words made him increase his tempo and she began crying out, making a mess of her words. It was almost enough to tip him over the edge and so he gritted his teeth and concentrated on channeling his sexual peak mentally and waited until her orgasmic clenching slowed slightly before pulling out.

"I- Richard. You- gosh. I-" she tried again, unable to form a sentence as her orgasmic state slowly ebbed.

He pulled her up to a seated position, kissing her tousled hair. Her scent caused a pull in his balls. She wobbled slightly, still affected by his efforts.

"Come here, baby. Turn around for me."

Ella reached up to kiss him, first the underside of his jaw, then his top lip. He felt the crease that ran through the middle of her bottom lips, like a tuft cushion. He reached out to lick it, and she rewarded him with a few licks back.

To establish authority, he put both hands on her hips and gave her a quarter-turn, indicating he wanted her ass up.

She bit her lip shyly and turned slowly, gracefully given her temporary loss of coordination. Instead of bending over the desk, Ella leaned back into Richard, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, smiling at him. His dick twitched in contentment over its spot between her two generous cheeks. His vantage point had her cleavage on full display, especially considering that her bra was still on, sans shoulder straps and lacy cups. He worked to free her, first the intimate clasps of her bra, then the strappy fabric of her panties. His hands settled nicely on her hips, and he found her easy to twist, an advantage of which he was able to rub her ass against his dick. She giggled and he felt a certain satisfaction from it. She was sweet. She was comfortable. She was playful. He wanted to draw this moment out longer.