Orc Boyfriend Mr. Vladik (complete)

    You recently started a new job that you had been excited for. Well, you were excited for the pay and the insurance that came with it. You’d never had a job where you had things like insurance and 401K and adult sounding things like that. The most incentive you ever got from a job was free french fries or a fifteen-minute break. This was your first big break job, a job where you actually use all those wasted years of college tuition on.

    You were hired as an executive assistant for the editor of some big publishing house. You’d be running all his errands, scheduling his meetings, and be a common fixture by his side while he worked. Now, while you highly advanced words per minute were a little wasted on just assistant, you kept telling yourself you weren’t just any assistant, no no, you were an EXECUTIVE assistant. That was much better. Maybe. You had no idea what the addition of ‘executive’ to anything really meant.

    Anyways, work was pretty learn as you go. You were warned your boss, Ramses Vladik (which was quite possibly the most menacing name you had ever heard) was something of a hard ass and expected things in a particular way. And while he was an ass, he at least was understanding you were knew and had to learn him as he had to learn you.

    Mr. Vladik, as he insisted he be called, was a massive man, or well Orc actually. He was a domineering presence, even when he was seated. You felt quite dainty and small standing next to him, which rarely happened, being a rather chubby and curvaceous lady it took a lot to make you feel dainty anything.

    Mr. Vladik’s back was like a wall covered in an Armani suit. He rarely wore a tie, and if he did you had learned that meant he was expecting to argue that day. You rather liked when he didn’t wear a tie, not just because he was in a better mood these days, but because he left his shirt unbuttoned to where you could see the top of his chiseled and hairy chest. That in of itself was a good enough a reward as any pension fund.

    Mr. Vladik was also meticulously groomed. He always smelled so amazing you could understand why cartoon characters floated when they smelled a fresh baked pie. His dark hair was slicked back so that the salt and pepper of it really popped. It was obvious Mr. Vladik wanted the world to know he was expensive and worth the hassle. 

    One day you came into work early, wanting to get a head start on your chores around Mr. Vladik’s office as well as finish off a few things so you would be ahead for the day. As you walked into Mr. Vladik’s office you were caught off guard. You had thought Mr. Vladik had gone home last night, actually you were certain he did. But here he is, slouched over his desk as if sleeping. It seemed so unlike him, so odd. 

    You walked over to his desk, the lights in the office set very dim and the curtains are drawn. Everything is dead silent except for the sound of him breathing and your heels as you cross the office. You reach out to touch him and flinch back as he moves slightly. You jerk your head around, looking for some excuse and then you stretch your hand out again. You touch his shoulder, his slightly wrinkled shirt, and you gently shake.

    “Mr. Vladik?” Your voice cracks. “Sir? Are you ok? It’s morning.”

    His hand snatches your wrist so fast you let out an embarrassing yelp. Mr. Vladik growls and sits up, holding his head with his other hand. 

    “What the fuck are you doing here?” He snarls under his breath.

    “I work here, sir,” your voice cracks. His hand still firmly holds your wrist in place so you can’t dash around his desk and out of harm’s way.

    Mr. Vladik picks up his wristwatch from the desk and growls at it. His eyes narrow upon it as you stare at his face. He’s unshaven, his hair is falling in his eyes and is a disheveled mess. You gasp softly to yourself, you’ve never seen him in such a state before. He looks tired and irritated and has bags under his eyes. In a way, it was sort of attractive to see the meticulously put together Orc so messy. 

    “Fuck,” he snarls and releases your wrist. He rises from his desk and goes over to the window where he peers outside the curtain. “Fuck!” He snaps at the curtains back shut.

    “Is everything ok?” You ask, approaching him with caution.

    “Everything’s fine,” he snarls. He turns and glares down at you and you freeze in place. “Come with me.” He waves his hand to you. He gathers his jacket and fills his briefcase with his laptop and some files. He then marches out of the office.

    You try to keep up with him without having to run, but his stride is quite long and he’s walking faster than normal. You’re having to keep a gallops pace beside him and your clacking heels reveal this.

    You get into the elevator with him, already a little out of breath from the unexpected speed walk through the office. You sigh as the doors close and then adjust yourself to perfect posture as you stand beside him.

    Mr. Vladik snarls and tugs at his collar, he opens a few more buttons on his shirt and you are greeted by the lovely sight of his salt and pepper chest hair. You feel a small triumph in that moment but you can’t indulge in the sight of it.

    “We’ll be working from my home today,” he finally says. 

    You’ve never been to his house before. “Is there a reason?” You ask him.

    “I don’t want to be here today,” he snarls. His usually fixed and harsh gaze seems bleary and exhausted.

    You turn to him in a moment of concern. “Mr. Vladik, are you alright?” You stretch your hand out to touch his arm. “You don’t seem quite yourself this morning.”

    Mr. Vladik yanks his arm away. “Nothing for you to be concerned about. Just do your job and that will be all the help I can stand.”

    You sigh and turn back to facing the elevator doors. “If you had been working all night, you should have called me.” You keep your back stiff and your chin up. “That’s why you hired me isn’t it?”

    The elevator chimes and the doors open. Mr. Vladik leaves and steps out into the parking garage where his car is waiting across the way in his reserved spot. To your surprise, he opens your door for you and closes it as you sit down. He then gets in and without a word drives away from the office building. 

    Mr. Vladik’s home is in one of the nicer parts of town and is the penthouse on the top floor of an extremely fancy apartment building. You were awed by his view more than anything. You could see the entire city as well as a stunning view of the part below. You wondered how the view compared at night.

    “I’ve ordered food,” Mr. Vladik starts. “I’m going to get into the shower, so answer the door and tip the deliverer.” He hands you a wad of money. “After that I should be having a suit delivered, tip them as well. Make sure to hang up the suit in my closest as soon as possible. Don’t lay it down, don’t throw it over a chair. Hang. It. Up.”

    You nod along to his list. “Is there anything else you need?” You ask him. “Any other work done?”

    Mr. Vladik is unbuttoning his shirt in front of you and despite your best efforts you can’t help but stare at him. He’s built like a tank and has pecs you wish you could motorboat. Mr. Vladik takes your hand and squeezes it around the money.

    “Don’t drop it,” he growls at you.

    You snap back to your senses from having banged him with your eyes. You clear your throat and cleared your throat. “Yes. Sorry.”

    A peculiar smirk crossed Mr. Vladik’s lips as he looks at you. “Don’t lose your senses now. I need you all day.” He then strides off and you’re momentarily able to relax.

    Much like he said, the food delivery came and you tipped the deliverer. Then his suit was delivered and once again you left a tip. You went into Mr. Vladik’s bedroom and you could hear the shower hissing from the bathroom. You walk into his expansive closet and as you tried to push down the horrible pangs of jealousy you felt you hung the suit up. 

    You no longer hear the shower and you hear Mr. Vladik humming to himself. You turn, looking out the closet door as Mr. Vladik steps out the bathroom and into his room. He’s only got a towel on, but it’s wrapped around his head. His perfect ass and muscular thighs are on full display. You could stare at him all day, but instead fear takes over.

    “Sir I’m in here!” You screech with nerves and shock.

    He turns slightly, seeing you standing in his closet. He smirks at you and lowers his towel, covering only his nethers. “My bad, I thought I heard you leave.”

    “Nope!” You furiously shake your head.

    Mr. Vladik extends his hand out. “Then leave if you don’t want to watch.”

    You balk for a moment. “Excuse me?”

    “Nudity isn’t something I was taught to be ashamed of,” he replies as he opens a drawer and takes out underwear. “If you’re bothered then just leave.”

    “You do realize I am your employee right?” You say, still not moving out of the closet. “I could call his sexual harassment so fast and take you for everything you’ve got.”

    Mr. Vladik approached the closet, taking up the entire doorway as he stood before you. “Don’t make lightly of such things. I do not intend to harass you in any form. Now,” his voice becomes a low snarling sound. “Why are you still in my closet.”

    You swallow despite the tightness of your throat. “I don’t know.” Your voice is a nervous squeak as you look up at him.

    Mr. Vladik smirks and steps away from the closet. “Surely a good looking woman such as yourself has a seen a naked man before?”

    You step out of the closet as Mr. Vladik goes back to his chest of drawers. “Not one like you,” you huff. “Not many either and…” you stop and whip back around to him. “Did you call me good looking?”

    Mr. Vladik is laying out his underwear and a plain shirt and jeans on the bed. “I hired based on a few factors. Most of them are to make sure I have a competent and dutiful employee. But I am a bit shallow in some regards. I also like to have an assistant I like to look at.”

    Your eyes widen.

    “Nothing salacious I promise you, at least that’s what I tell myself. I just like something a little sweet on the eyes after having to work on such sour things all day.” A grimace encompasses his face as he says this.

    “I’m at a loss for words,” you reply. “Thank you? Maybe.”

    Mr. Vladik laughs. “I’m trying to get dressed.”

    “Oh yes!” You bounce out the door and close it behind you. 

    A few moments later Mr. Vladik walks out in a way you’ve never seen him before, comfortable. He’s wearing an extremely tight t-shirt and a pair of old jeans that are ripped and faded in a few places. His hair is disheveled and hanging loose and he’s scruffy and unshaven. 

    “You must be Mr. Vladik’s brother.” You attempt a joke with him. “Hi! I’m his assistant. I wasn’t expecting you.”

    Mr. Vladik sneers at you and reaches for the food you’ve been unpacking. “Very funny. I didn’t hire you for jokes.”

    You smile at him. “My apologies. I’ve just never seen you look so...normal before. Although I am still willing to bet that outfit costs more than my rent.”

    Mr. Vladik sips his coffee then pushes the other cup towards you. “Help yourself. I ordered enough for both of us.”

    “That’s so nice, thanks.” You take a packet of hashbrowns and start gnawing them down. “So what’s on the docket for today?” You ask him. You whip out your work phone and open the schedule. “You were supposed to have that meeting with Lindsey Arkham about her new book but I can-” you stop when you see the expression on his face.

    “Mr. Vladik, are you ok?” You lean over the counter towards him.

    He looks like someone has taken a knife, stabbed it into his kidney and is slowly twisting it around and around while also pulling his hair. He steps back from the counter and shakes his head slowly. 

    “Everything is fine.” His voice suggests that it isn’t.

    You look at the schedule then back up to Mr. Vladik. “I’ll cancel the meeting,” you say. “Better yet, I’ll pass it over to Mr. Murphy. I know that Ms. Arkham had requested you to be editor, but I think Mr. Murphy would be better suited to her needs.”

    “Thank you,” the hushed and grateful whisper makes your hair stand on end.

    You look back to Mr. Vladik seeing he has his hand over his face. “I’m not a fan of Ms. Arkham’s work either,” you start off gentle. 

    “It isn’t her work I despise,” he shuffles off, moving into the living room where he opens his briefcase and pulls out his laptop. “Take care of switching things over to Mr. Murphy,” he grumbles.

    “Despise, yow,” you whisper under your breath as you contact Allison, Mr. Murphy’s assistant. The two of you handle the switching procedures and Allison even graciously says she’ll contact Ms. Arkham about the switch.

    “I’m shocked they even let the two of them work together,” Allison murmurs.

    You arch a brow. “What do you mean?”

    “Oh that’s right, you wouldn’t know.” Allison’s voice became hushed and quiet. The two of them were married. The divorce was extremely ugly.”

    “What?” You stopped and turned, checking to make sure Mr. Vladik wasn’t looking your way. You turned back around and clear your throat. “How ugly?”

    “Extremely,” she replied. “I’m not sure the details, but Ms. Arkham lost her reputation for quite a while.”

    “Are you done gossiping?” 

    You squeak and quickly hang up. “Ms. Arkham is switched and I-” your voice chokes off as you look up at him. “It’s done.”

    “Good,” he growls and steps away from you.

    You sigh and go back to work. You help Mr. Vladik finish up several jobs. Apparently, the stress of anticipating his ex-wife had made it impossible for him to work No wonder you found him slouched over his desk that morning.

    Mr. Vladik called you a car that evening to take you home. “Once again, thanks for all your hard work,” he says.

    You smile up at him. “It’s my job. And I actually enjoy working with you. It was nice seeing you in your jeans today.”

    Mr. Vladik then grins. “I thought you would have preferred seeing me out of them.”

    You cheeks burn and you glance away.

    “I’ll see you bright and early.” He smirks as you step into the elevator. “Back to normal.”

    You nod. “Normal. Yeah.” The doors close and you catch your breath. You know what you’ll be dreaming tonight and you’re conflicted about it.

    You go into work early again, knowing you missed yesterday morning to do your usual chores around Mr. Vladik’s office. You walk in and to your shock he’s there again. This time he’s over at his personal espresso machine.

    “Ah, good morning.” You say as you lay down his mail on his desk. “Wasn’t expecting you so early.”

    “I wanted to make sure I caught you,” he says.

    You turn to face him. “Oh-” a cold pain shoots through you and you expect the worst.

    “I’m taking today off,” he says as he pours himself a cup of espresso. “Which means you’re free for today.” He sips the piping hot brew gingerly. “So, you don’t have any plans do you?”

    “Huh?” You gasp.

    Mr. Vladik steps over to you. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he tilts his head to the side. “I’ve been a little afraid to since...well, things. But I’d like to take you out.”

    “Holy shit.” You’re still in a state of shock.

    Mr. Vladik chuckles. “You can say no.”

    You shake your head slowly. “No I mean, I’d like to but-” your cheeks burn red hot. “Isn’t it a little weird?”

    He shrugs. “A little.”

    “Well,” you chew your bottom lip for a moment. “Can’t hurt to try, can it?”

    Mr. Vladik smiles and he dips down, plating a small, soft kiss on your lips. You press closer, leaning into it while gratuitously touching his body. He makes a dangerous sound, a low warning snarl that makes you break the kiss. He grabs you, his hand roughly groping your rear and forcing you back close to kiss you again.

    “Fuck,” he snarls and releases you, although you really wished he didn’t.

    You clutch your chest as a massive grin threatens to explode across your face. “Damn. I thought you were going to take me porn style for a second.”

    Mr. Vladik snorts and covers his mouth. “Porn style?”

    “Yeah, you know?” You fidget as you try to dance around the subject. 

    Instead Mr. Vladik just grins. “No, I don’t.”

    You suck in a preparatory breath and huff. “You know!” You force a laugh. “Just like, swiping your desk and throwing me down on it uhm-”

    He tilts his head to the side. “Have you given this some thought?”

    You had, many times, but you couldn’t admit that now could you? “Maybe,” you whisper.

    “Tell me more than,” he steps back close to you. His hand grabs at your ass again, squeezing and making himself comfortable. “What’s porn style for a horny secretary?”

    You didn’t want to be outed like that but oh well. “I uhm-” you’re losing your breath fast. “Sit down.”

    He grins wickedly. “Where?”

    You look up at him. “Your chair, behind the desk.”

    He does as commanded and you slip between him and the desk. You kneel down in front of him and rub your palms between his thighs. A low growl rumbles in his throat. He leans back in his seat and watches you expectantly. You stroke up, rubbing his bulge and you gulp down an excited breath. You glance back up at him, tugging on his zipper he makes no complaint. 

    You unbutton his pants and tug down the fly. His underwear bulge out at the give and you lick it. Mr. Vladik snarls, bucking his hips slightly to meet your warm, soft tongue. You kiss along the material, tugging down the waistband of his underwear. The base of his cock is exposed and you kiss it. Mr. Vladik’s breath pitches and his stomach flutters. 

You’re growing warm and wet, you can feel the prickling heat in your groin as you continue further with your play. You’ve imagined this scenario many times with different people, but Mr. Vladik is your most recent fantasy. You tug down his underwear more and his bring it cock out. You stroke it then lick the shaft from tip to bottom.

As you do this, Mr. Vladik undoes his belt and pushes his pants off. He’s growing thicker and harder and precum is already spilling freely from the tip. You lick him up, tasing a sweetness to him. You look up at him, meeting his gaze as you take him into your mouth.

“There you are! That was a nasty trick throwing your ex at me.”

Mr. Vladik sits up in his chair as I moved under his desk. Mr. Murphy has come in at the worst possible time!

“My apologies. But you must understand why I had to do it.” He sounds so convincing.

His cock is still hard and getting harder. You lick him and slip your hand into your panties. Your soaked through and extremely hot. You suck Mr. Vladik’s tip as he continues his conversation with the pesky and annoying Mr. Murphy.

You want to hear Mr. Vladik’s voice crack or something, just any show that he’s not himself to Mr. Murphy. Unfortunately, he asks Mr. Murphy to close the door on his way out. Moments later, he’s glaring down at you.

“Do you know how frustrating that was?” He glares.

His cock pops from your lips and you smirk. “I was hoping it was.” You stand up and bend over in front of him, presenting your rear to him. You panties are around your thighs and your skirt it hiked up around your hips. 

“Because I’m frustrated as hell.”

Mr. Vladik grabs your hips and kneads his thick, strong fingers into your doughy flesh. He growls low and you feel his warm breath on your skin. You whimper, biting your lip as he bites your ass.

“You smell good,” he snarls as his finger slips inside you. He bites your cheek again and moves his finger inside you. He then pulls his finger out and licks it clean. “Roll over now.”

“Huh?” You glance back over your shoulder.

He’s taken off his blazer and is unbuttoning his shirt. “Get on your back.”

You roll over and he places your legs on his body. He opens your blouse and exposes your soft belly and bra to him. You’re a bit ashamed of the old, comfy bra you’re wearing but he makes quick work of it as well. You breasts slosh to the sides and you’re awed but his lusty, hungry expression. 

    His palm strokes down your center and you quiver at the sensation. “Fuck,” he snarls. “I’m in over my head.”

    You giggle softly. “Not the first date you planned?”

    “Wanted?” He starts. “Of course. Planned? Not at all.” He stands between your thighs and starts rubbing his cock against you. “Back when I was an assistant myself, I used to fantasize such a situation.”

    You bite your lip as you try to keep your voice down. His thick cock slips and slides on your slit, pushing in just enough that his tip hits your clit in just the right way.

    Mr. Vladik bends over and kisses your ear. “Is this what you’ve wanted?” 

    You wrap your arms around him and tangle your fingers into his ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, how could I not?”

    HIs tip slips inside and you lose your focus for a moment. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he growls. “Tell me to stop now or I never will.”

    You hitch your leg around his waist “If you stop now, I’ll kill you.”

    “Good girl,” he growls. He pushes inside, his thick cock making your inner walls ache a little but he feels so good. You squeeze tight around him, wanting to feel everything. “Oh fuck!” He trembles. “That’s so fucking good.”

    You chuckle triumphantly, but they’re soon stolen. He starts to move, thrusting and bucking inside you. He grinds himself for a moment, rubbing against a sensitive spot inside before he rolls his hips again.

    Mr. Vladik places his thumb on your tongue, letting you suck and bite him just to keep your quite. But you still can’t help moaning and crying out. He feels too good, it’s all too hot. You’ve only ever had fantasies like this, never once believing they’d become a stone cold reality.

    You feel the deep, stirring sensation inside you. It prickles up through your limbs and to the tips of your fingers. Your toes curl and your eyes roll back. Mr. Vladik’s thumb press down on your tongue, quitting you just enough as you unravel.

    He stills for a moment then snarls, gasping and pained. His hips buck once, twice. He twitches and inside you feel the molten hot quiver of his release. You’re drooling on his thumb and watching his delirious expression as he cums for you, inside you.

    His seed dribbles from your folds and he pulls away. He falls back into his chair and touches your thigh and lips. He opens you and pushes his finger inside. He watches as his cum spills from inside.

    After a while he pulls you into his lap and holds your to his burly, warm chest. He pets your back and kisses your temple and cheek as you relax. “How do you feel?”

    “I still have legs right?” You groan. “I can’t feel em.”

    Mr. Vladik chuckles. “Give it a minute.” He palms your rear. “I feel so good.”

    “Mm,” you kiss his neck. “Me too.” You sit up and kiss him, holding his face between your palms. “I can’t imagine how good you are when you’re uninhibited.”

    Mr. Vladik licks his lips. “It’s been a while,” he purrs. “Are you willing to work with me?”

    You kiss him. “Take me home,” you whisper. “I’m willing to go overtime.”