My New Boss is a Foreigner!!

It was a typical day for twenty-three-year-old Saki, ever exhausted and lacking social time since she had left school and became a businesswoman. She sat in the meeting, looking out the window of the skyscraper she worked at.

“And to help with all that,” the manager said. “Upper management from The States has sent us Mr. Hanson. He is a team lead from the Chicago branch.”

Saki perked up when she saw the man strode in. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, blonde man. He wore a charcoal gray suit — its cotton veil hiding the toned muscle beneath — a pair of emeralds for eyes, and a smile that was like a bonfire of charisma.

“Konnichiwa,” he said in perfect Japanese. His voice was deep and gave Saki shivers. “I’ll be working with you for a few months. It’ll be a team effort if we…”

Saki watched his lips move and fawned over his strong jaw. She was never in a room with a man so handsome and spoke with such authority. She’s never seen a foreigner in person her whole life, so strong and tall.

Saki went home that night with a perverse mind. The idea of having Hanson’s rough palms all over her small frame caused her to stroke her clit, reaching a shuttering orgasm.

Saki worked under Bruce for several weeks, an obedient wallflower whenever he was around. She was inspired by his advice and the speeches he would give to the team and nearly swooned when his abs touched her shoulder while teaching her on the computer. The way he caught her when she slipped in the breakroom made her shudder on sight the next day.

Saki wanted to be with him but was cowardly. Not only because she was intimidated, but because he was a foreigner. Her grandfather would disown her if he found out.

Then, the time came when he would return to American, having done his job at the Tokyo branch. On the final night, he was staying late to crunch a few numbers. Saki volunteered to help.

“We can get twice as much done,” he said boldly, his emeralds filled with excitement. “You’re a star among the darkness, Saki.”

Saki nearly exploded. She bowed thanks and quickly went to the elevator to return home. She freshened up, ate, and brought her skimpiest business suit. She unbuttoned her chest, leaving the swell of her breasts exposed, determined to make her move, ignoring potential rejection.

I have to take a chance, she thought, entering the building that was bleeding employees into the night.

When she arrived on her floor, it was bare of the living, save for the beefy man who was leaving in the morning. Soon as she saw his gleaming smile, her composure crumbled.

“Saki-san. Welcome to a boring night with just each other as company. I warmed it up for you,” he chuckled, pulling out a chair to a computer.

“Thank you, Hanson-sama.” Saki sat. Her legs were shaking.

“Bruce is fine,” he requested. He sat right behind her, facing the opposite way. “Do you want to order something? My treat.”

“Yes. Thank you, Han — Bruce.”

After a while, Bruce slid off his tie and suitcoat. “This clothing is so restricting. I don’t know how I’ll keep my energy up.”

“I can get you a coffee,” Saki responded, suddenly standing.

“Sit down, Saki.” Bruce rose as well. “As leader, I — ”

The two had accidentally turned into each other. Saki’s breasts were touching the top of Bruce’s abs. After a moment, Saki noticed a fire igniting in Bruce’s eyes. This was her chance.

“I like you,” Saki spewed. “I think about you when I’m alone. Being in your strong arms. Touching me in the most intimate of places. I wanted to tell you that before you leave. I’m so embarrassed,” she squealed.

“Don’t be. I feel that same, Saki,” Bruce admitted with a husky voice. “You’re super cute, and I thought about you too. I had to keep those unprofessional thoughts away, because I’m someone people need to look up to.”

“You’re leaving anyway. Could you teach me what it feels like?”

Bruce smiled. “And so much more.”

As if their souls were connected in unison, their lips collided, rubbing softly together. Saki wrapped her arms around Bruce, touching the curves of muscles on his back. His large biceps drew her in and held her protectively. Saki only just had a small taste, but she already wanted to consume Bruce like she was a starving jackal.

“Don’t hold back,” Saki begged.

“You sure?”

Saki nodded and nearly yelped when he lifted her and dropped her onto the desk. Her bare legs poking from her business suit skirt parted for Bruce, welcoming his body entirely. They made out aggressively, leading to Saki on her back, her wrists restrained by Bruce’s strong hands. She slightly moaned under the pressure.

“Do you like that?” Bruce growled.

Saki nodded again. Bruce unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her black laced bra, exposing her perky breasts. He suckled and played with her sensitive nipples. Saki wanted to explode, feeling the pressure of his suction.

“Please, don’t tease me. It’s my first time,” she whimpered.

“You’re so pure and naive. That’s what I like about you. I’m honored to break your purity.”

Bruce slid down his pants and underwear, springing out his solid cock. He shifted her laced panties aside and pressed his head at her dripping entrance. He slightly pushed against her with some resistance. Saki let out a sharp squeal when he thrust and popped into her.

Saki couldn’t cease her moaning as Bruce slapped against her, plunging deep with every motion. Her tiny Asian body could barely handle his heavy foreign cock. She squeezed him like a vice, wanting to drain him of everything.

This feeling is amazing. This is what it’s like to have sex. I want more. Give me more.

With an almost psychic understanding, Bruce hoisted her leg upward, stretching it in a way she hadn’t since high school. He then picked up the tempo, becoming more controlling as he grabbed her hair, gripping it firmly while drawing her head back until their gazes met again.

As the slapping of flesh started to sting, Bruce asked, “Do you like that? Do you fucking like that?”

“Yes,” Saki moaned after he yanked her hair again. “Yes. Please. More, Bruce-sama.”

Bruce repositioned Saki’s legs so her ankles were nearly pinned next to her ears. She could sense the climax of her first time reaching an eruption. She sensed the same in Bruce; the connection between them was beyond physical.

“You can cum in me. Please do, Bruce-sama. Bruce.”

Saki’s body shuddered from pleasure as a torrent of release rippled through her, making her eyes roll back in ecstasy. As the orgasm subsided in waves, she heard Bruce’s final grunts, and her body was filled with his hot seed, seemingly filling her to her limits.

The two exchanged hot breaths and rapid heartbeats as Bruce pulled his swelled cock out with some of his cum following. The Satiated Saki sat up and kissed Bruce in her afterglow, years of built-up stress leaving her worn body and mind.

The pair’s eyes widened as they heard the elevator ding in the hall. There would be great consequences if they were caught. The lovers quickly got dressed. Saki buttoned over her breasts, and Bruce yanked up his pants. He hastily fixed Saki’s hair just as Saki’s manager entered.

“You guys still at it?” he asked. “Forget my notes for the Kanto visit.”

“Well, we were at it, sir,” Bruce said mischievously, making Saki a raspberry. “But it’s time to clean up and go. I have a flight in the morning.” He put an arm around Saki. “Saki-san was a great help. I hope to work with her again when I come back…”

The next morning, Saki streaked through a crowd of people, apologizing to those she ran into. She had a bit of panic on her face, not wanting to miss such an important.

She reached the point just in time, peering out several large windows. The plane took off from the runway, and Saki waved pointlessly as if Bruce could see her. Even if she’d never see him again, she would look back on this happy moment.

Although, her faith was great, thanks to the message she received from a brand-new phone number. She grinned, sighed, and peered out to the horizon where the plane had shrunk.