More Than My Boss
Story Codes: FF, cons, oral, rom
Celebs: Helen Mirren, Jena Malone
This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Note: For the sake of not every story of mine involving Hollywood and film-making, the actresses in this are basically themselves if they weren’t actresses.
Jena was a quiet, mousy girl who worked at a big company, as a corporate assistant. Her boss, Ms. Mirren, was the CEO. She was a much older British woman, who was definitely not one to be fucked with, which she’d seen a few younger execs make the mistake of doing, but at the same time treated Jena more like a friend than an assistant. Truth be told, Jena had a great amount of admiration for her boss, but sometimes, it felt like something…more.
“Ms. Malone, can you come in here, please?” Jena went into Ms. Mirren’s office.
“Yes, Ms. Mirren?”
“Jena, how would you like to go to the big convention in London next week, as my guest?”
“Really? I-uh, sure, but why me?”
“Oh, come on, Jena. You know I’m useless without you.” Ms. Mirren winked at Jena, as she often did. As usual, Jena had to stifle a giggle.
A week later, Jena was in London; she’d never even been out of state before. She’d also never been in any place as lavish as the hotel suite she was sharing with Ms. Mirren.
“God,” she said, once they’d been in the room for a few minutes, “this place is amazing! I feel like I wanna do something crazy.”
“Like what?” Ms. Mirren asked, in an intrigued tone.
“Like, Idunno, order a bathtub full of champagne?”
“That’s actually not as much fun as it sounds,” Ms. Mirren said, then in a lower tone, “Found that out the hard way. Well, we can certainly get a bottle up here. And how about lunch? Your choice.”
“Um, okay. Isn’t this place supposed to have great Indian food?”
“Oh, excellent. Yes, Indian does sound good.”
“From outside, right? Just, you know, I heard most food-poisoning cases abroad happen with hotel food.”
Ms. Mirren laughed, “You’re going to make a great executive someday, you know that?”
Jena again stifled a giggle. “Thanks, Ms. Mirren.”
“Please, I want you to call me Helen from now on.”
“Um, okay. Helen.”
The next evening, they were at a formal event. Jena was just sort of standing around, with a glass of champagne; she never was much at socializing. Suddenly, Helen called her over.
“Jena, tell them what you were saying the other day about the bond market.”
Jena barely remembered the comment she’d made, but knew what she thought about that subject, so just spewed her opinion at the men Helen was talking to.
“Yes, very perceptive,” one of them said.
“Oh, yes,” Helen agreed, “Jena’s quite brilliant. I dare say she’ll have my job someday.” Jena was finding it increasingly harder to keep from sniggering.
Later on, the pair returned to the suite.
“Well, you seem to have made quite an impression tonight.”
Jena couldn’t hold it back anymore, and let out a snigger. “Thanks.”
“Why do you do that?”
“Uh, do what?”
“Whenever I say something nice about you, you turn into that vulture from the cartoons. It’s like you’re not used to being complimented.”
Jena again sniggered. “Well…”
“Listen to me, Jena. When I tell you you’re amazing, it’s because you are amazing. You’re lovely and brilliant, and just a wonderful, beautiful girl.”
Jena turned bright red, and had to fight to keep from covering her face with her hands. Recovering she said, “Thank you.”
Helen then changed the subject. “Oh, I almost forgot, I was going to take care of the bill tonight, so we could leave quickly tomorrow. You think you could see to that?”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Helen handed her the corporate card.
Paying the bill only took a few minutes, and then she was back in the room.
“In here.” The voice came from the bathroom. Jena went in, to find Helen, lying in the bath. “It’s not champagne, but I thought you might join me anyway.”
In spite of her age, Helen still looked…good. Jena instantly started removing her clothes, then, once naked, got in, and almost immediately, their lips met, as they embraced in the hot, soapy water.
A few minutes later, the two lay on Helen’s bed, still wet from the bath, lips locked, Helen holding Jena lovingly. Helen started to kiss Jena’s neck, then her shoulders, and her chest, and gently sucked on Jena’s hard nipples. “Huuuhhh…” Jena sighed blissfully, as Helen continued to kiss every inch of her body; her stomach, her thighs, her hips. Jena could tell Helen had made love to more than a few women in her time.
Before she knew it, Helen began performing cunnilingus on her. Here was where Jena really knew how experienced her boss was. “Ha!…Ah!…Oh!…” Jena let out a series of high-pitched gasps, as Helen ate her out. As Helen probed deeper, Jena started rubbing her nipples, and grinding her head into the pillow. “Oh…Oh, God!” Jena’s body jerked and twisted as she came. After, Helen kissed her way back up. They kissed again, until Jena spoke. “Helen, can I tell you something?”
“That’s the first time I’ve ever been, uh…”
“Well…How was it?”
Jena responded by again kissing her, and then, “I wanna do you now.”
“Well, okay. If you like.”
Helen now lay in Jena’s place. Not really knowing specifically what to do, Jena just started licking the outside of Helen’s vaj. “Oh…yeah…” Helen sighed.
“Is that okay?” Jena asked.
“Oh, fantastic.” Jena continued, going a little deeper now. Helen clutched at herself, and squeezed her large breasts. Jena was clearly a natural. “Rub my clit,” she whispered. Jena started rubbing Helen’s clit with thumb, as she probed deeper with her tongue.
Helen almost clawed her tits off when she came. Jena came back up, and they kissed some more. “Oh, God, I haven’t cum like that in years.”
Helen held Jena close, and Jena cozied up to her. “You are a beautiful, wonderful girl, Jena,” Helen whispered, as both dozed off.