Written for image 13 for the April contest!
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Maisie sent an image.
What do you think of these for tonight?
Kenneth’s jaw dropped, staring at the image of a pair of black panties laid out across his bedsheets. Strung pearls adorned the sides, and a gold heart, holding the flimsy straps together, would sit just above his wife’s ass.
Absolutely. Can I see them on you?
Come home, then.
I’ve only been at work for 45 minutes.
Take the rest of the day off haha
Ugh. I wish.
You still have to wait to see them on me. But here’s a consolation prize, I guess.
Maisie sent a video.
Kenneth was speechless from the thumbnail alone: Maisie’s legs spread on the bed. Her fingers between her folds. He brought the phone closer to his face, pressing play, and keeping his volume just above silent.
He caught traces of slick sounds, whiny whimpers, and Maisie’s moans. Fuck. What did he do to get so lucky? One minute and forty-five seconds of his wife playing with herself, thinking of him, and it was getting him riled up.
His office computer pinged–a request to follow up with a client. Kenneth grimaced. The video would have to wait. Maybe he could sneak off to the bathroom later. For now, he snapped a picture of his pant leg, showing the contour of his hardness bulging through the fabric.
Kenneth sent an image.
This is what you do to me, by the way.
Maisie didn’t respond, and Kenneth imagined she was taking a nap. Other activities in her usual rotation were yoga, reading, or some chores around the house. All good reasons to not be on her phone. It was for the best; Kenneth didn’t know what he’d do if she sent any more goodies to him. After this email to the client, the rest of the morning would be fraught with virtual meetings.
Hours passed, and Kenneth stretched his arms above his head. He peeked up to ensure his blinds were closed and that the door was locked. He was fine from behind his desk if anyone walked in.
Smilin to himself, Kenneth reached for his phone, opening his thread with Maisie. That video she sent him earlier deserved his full attention, and now, he could make good on enjoying it to the fullest. He pressed play again, and sounds quickly sent blood to his eager cock.
It hardened without much work, and a few strokes ensured he was filled to the brim. He gripped tighter, letting his fist twist around. He whispered curses to himself, imagining how wet she would feel if it were his own fingers playing. Better yet, he wondered how easily he would slide in if she would let him fuck her.
There was a knock at the door. Kenneth rolled his eyes, and he scoffed to himself. “I’m on lunch, sorry.”
There was another knock, much more aggressive and urgent this time. Kenneth’s lips wrinkled up into a scowl, and he fixed, making sure his blazer hung low enough around the front of his crotch. He got up, walking to the door. His hand hovered over the doorknob, and he sighed heavily.
Doing nothing to hide is disappointment, he grumbled, “I hope this is important.”
Kenneth stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Maisie wave at him with a mischievous grin that stretched from ear to ear. “Hey sweetie, how are you going to eat your lunch if I’ve got it right here?”
“I left it on the counter, didn’t I?” he asked, nodding. His face turned as red as the roasted bell peppers he eyed from the top of his Tupperware.
“You left it on the counter,” Maisie repeated with a laugh. Kenneth pulled her in, and closed the door quickly. Maisie’s eyes widened when he locked the door. His hands found her waist, and his fingers untucked the white blouse from her pencil skirt.
“What’s with the get-up?” he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck.
“I thought I would dress up as your sexy secretary to celebrate the fact that you have a new office,” Maisie said, smiling as she felt Kenneth’s lips along her skin.
“We all have new offices in this building,” Kenneth said with a chuckle. “The head honchos thought the privacy would be good for our productivity.”
“Well, were you being productive before I got here?”
“I was a little distracted,” Kenneth admitted, unbuttoning Maisie‘s top so he could kiss her chest. “I was reviewing some files my…secretary sent me earlier. They were giving me…quite a hard time.”
Maisie pulled him up to her lips, stealing a kiss that lasted longer than Kenneth expected. It was deep, and her tongue wiggled its way into his mouth. “I’m sorry to bother you during your lunch. Didn’t want you to go through the day hungry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he assured, picking her up and placing him on his desk. “I hope that you don’t mind that I start with dessert.”
“You’ll spoil your appetite,” Maisie joked, tapping him away with a thing firm finger against his forehead. He moved in closer, smirking, pulling her down for a kiss. God, he loved her mouth. “I always have an appetite for you. Now, are you wearing the panties you showed me earlier?”
Maisie shook her head, pouting in faux disappointment. “I really was intense on saving that for tonight, so I went with something a bit more breathable.”
She parted her legs, and Kenneth flashed his eyebrows, looking up at Maisie with a grin. He soaked in the glance of her bear, wet lips, and leaned in to kiss them. His tongue reached out towards her, lapping along her folds, and he focused on her clit, flicking over the bud and locking his lips around it, sucking and slurping.
Maisie wiggled out of her blouse and undid the clasp on her bra. She brought her legs up, letting the heels of her stilettos press into Kenneth’s knees, drawing a sharp wince, gasp, and hollow moan all at once.
He kept licking, intent on servicing her as best he could while his hands worked to unbuckle her heels. The stockings stayed, he decided. Moans continued to escape past his lips as he lapped away eagerly. From the sounds of Maisie‘s eager breaths, he knew he was doing a good job. She was no stranger to showing him just how well he was doing. He loved it when she was loud, but she knew better than to belt out at her usual volume. Private office or not, the walls were thin.
He slipped a few fingers in, reaching out for her sweet spot, already swollen. Her basin was filled to the brim, and as he pressed against her spot and licked at her clit, she burst. Maisie pulled her hand to her mouth, and her cries were muffled against her hands against her palm. “Fuck, Ken.”
She tightened around him, struggling for breath between sultry moans. Her shoulder slacked, and she leaned forward, catching herself with a firm hold on Kenneth’s collar. Maisie pulled him closer against her for a needy kiss. She pulled away, licking her lips before pressing them against him again. She just finished, but she was far from done.
She tugged Kenneth up by his shirt, untucking it from his pants, and her hands worked their way to undo his belt and pants. She pulled everything down, taking a handful of him, and grinned to herself. “You’re this hard from eating me out?”
“I was already hard from watching the video you sent me,” he told her, smiling. His treated her lips to a burst of short, sweet smooches. “Did you bring a condom?”
“Oh,” Maisie said, looking away, frowning. “We’re out at home. Don’t you have any here?”
Kenneth’s eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head, trying not to laugh. “I don’t casually keep them in my desk drawer, you know?”
The building heat in the room tapered down to a simmer, and they stared at each other, short of breath. He pulled his pants up. “How about I get some from the corner store a few blocks away. I shouldn’t be long. I’ll run.”
Maisie’s hand held his wrist firmly, and she shook her head. Her eyes stared into his, unwavering. She opened her mouth to speak, though not a word escaped. She looked away, biting her lip. Kenneth could see the thoughts floating around her head.
“How about just the tip?” she suggested. That was a lie. A ruse to tempt them both.
It was working. They were on the same page, with raw sex. Years of exclusively dating each other. STIs were a non-issue. Kids were on both their timelines, without a firm timeframe. If it happened, it happened. Even still, they were strict about using condoms. Recently, they’d been upgraded to the ultra-thin ones, though; it made a world of difference. They could feel each other much better this way.
But they collectively knew it could be better. There was always the temptation to peel the condom off. He’d felt it, now and then, when he was taking her from behind, and she nearly did it when riding him one night.
Kenneth nodded, peeling his pants off all the way. He walked closer. His tip against her slit drove Maisie absolutely wild. She felt every spasm and twitch, and saw the way his face wrinkled and folded in pleasure. With his hand firmly around his base, he traced along her entrance. She asked him, “Does that feel okay?”
He pursed his lips and nodded enthusiastically. “Oh…definitely.”
“You can go deeper. A little bit, at least,” she told him. Her hands grasped his sides, pulling him closer. Another inch. Another groan.
He panted, indulging them further, pushing deeper still. “This is fine, still, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said. They held each other, sharing a deep kiss. “How about…a little more?”
“Sure.” Concentration steeled his expression, and he moaned as his hilt kissed the inside of her thighs at last. He throbbed, twitching inside, and she contracted around him. They kissed slowly. Deeply. Hips rolled. Shallow thrusts. Their arms wrapped around the other. Even the tiniest movement was enough to set the other ablaze.
Slowly, he withdrew himself. It was agony. She felt empty as he pulled out. “W-wait…”
He obliged, pushing in again. The ridges of his cock ground against her walls, drawing a sharp gasp from them both. Nails found his back, scratching gently. Her hands moved lower, resting on his ass and grabbing a handful. It was a means to pull him deeper, but a way to selfishly keep him inside. Her hips rolled along him. “S-sorry, it just feels so good. We should stop soon, right? I can always just suck you off.”
“Yeah,” Kenneth murmured, mirroring the disappointment in her voice. “What if I…give you, like, five strokes?”
She nodded, blushing. “Please.”
They counted together. Each thrust was slow. And when he was bottomed out, they ground against each other. He breathed sharply, smiling through a heavy breath. Even after the fifth, his body ground against her, swollen bud, and she bucked back, following his rhythm. The words left his mouth, finally, “The grinding doesn’t count, right?”
Maisie shook her head. After the promised five, she reached up for his hair, staring deeply into his eyes, licking her lips. “Five more won’t hurt. Not like you’re close.”
He didn’t complain or argue. Kenneth only grunted as he pushed back in. Eventually, they lost count, and he moaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth. “I’m being greedy. I’m sorry.”
“I want it too,” she said huskily, gripping his hair tighter. Biting her lip, her ankles wrapped around his waist, guiding his thrusts deeper. She shuddered when he sped up.
The constant teasing left them both desperate. How long had they been at it? Kenneth’s pace quickened further. The thrill built. Every throb felt like a risk. His arms hooked under her legs, picking her up, and walking them to the wall. Every thrust pushed Maisie’s back against the wall.
Maisie looked over, seeing his hands rest on the wall. She forgot how strong he could be. Office job or not, Kenneth still had the means to handle her however she liked. Her hands met behind his neck, pulling him for a long kiss. A smile found her face. “You got me?”
“Always.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. He pressed hard against her. There was a thud on the wall with every stroke Kenneth gave her. “You’re so deep.”
Her feet bounced whenever their bodies met, and she felt her toes curl. They tried to be quiet, but some noises were inevitable. The sound of skin slapping together. Groans filled the room, cut silent when Kenneth’s needy lips crashed into hers.
“Hey,” Kenneth started, biting his lip, weighing the consequences in his head. “What if I…”
She didn’t let him finish his sentence before she nodded eagerly. “Yes. God, yes. Inside?”
“You’re sure?” he asked, as strain built in his voice. His teeth gritted, and he breathed sharply through his nose.
“I’m so close. Just don’t stop. Even if you come, don’t stop thrusting, okay?” Maisie begged, grabbing at his neck. He pushed deep against her sweet spot, swelling inside her. Every thrust and grind built up a tension more intense than they’d felt before. “Oh, fuck. Fuck me harder.”
Deep thrusts pounded with more intensity. He put more and more force behind every stroke, driving into her sweet spot. Throbbing, he resisted the urge to slow or shallow his movements. He moaned and cursed, and drove in as deep as he could. “I’m coming.”
“Come. Deep. Deep inside me,” she told him confidently, each word weighing heavily. They groaned together, tightening their grip on the other’s skin. Hips rolled, milking every last bit of pleasure they could from the other.
Slow, labored breaths were the only sound in the room. He laughed, and she joined in before they shared another long kiss. “Wow, I think we’re gonna have to do that again.”
“Agreed,” Maisie said, grinning.
Kenneth leaned down to kiss her before looking back at his lunch. It was probably cold by now, but all he wanted now was Maisie. He grinned, shuddering against her lips, feeling the way she pulsed around him. “Why don’t we start again now? Bear with me for two more rounds?”
“I don’t think we have time for that. You have to get back to work soon, don’t you?” Maisie said, giggling to herself. A sharp moan escaped when Kenneth moved to her neck, biting, licking, tempting her with his mouth. “I should really get home soon, though.”
Kenneth sighed and nodded in understanding. He set Maisie down gently and gathered all of Maisie’s clothes, helping her slip them on. He focused on buckling her stilettos again, looking up. “Busy day today?”
“I think I wanna send you another video before you leak out of me completely,” Maisie answered with a grin.
Kenneth’s heart nearly stopped in his chest, and a smile widened. “Think you have time to get some condoms on the way back home?”
“I’m thinking we don’t use them anymore. What do you think?”
“I think I have to run the proposal by upper management,” Kenneth joked as he stepped into his pants.
As he started to button his shirt up, Maisie secured his tie around his neck and tightened the knot, tugging him down for a quick kiss. She looked into his eyes, admiring the way she enchanted him. “Upper management says yes.”
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