Pawns Perform for Their Monarch
In the midst of his work, Ryan failed to notice his phone vibrating. He was deeply engrossed in creating a revised spreadsheet for one of their clients who had made a significant change to their product's interface. As part of his team, he had the responsibility to get a prototype ready for the weekend, along with deciding design and module priorities, allocating tasks, and figuring out workflows. Just another regular day at the office.
Finally, Ryan looked down at his watch and realized Nikki had sent him a message. He wasn't too concerned about it and casually went to check his messenger.
It was a video that Nikki had sent. It showed a house where her crew was presumably cleaning. The screen remained silent for a short while, until suddenly the music started playing. Ryan quickly lowered the volume, to what he later recognized as a song by Rubi Rose.
The screen burst into life and Nikki appeared in the frame. She was wearing tight shorts and a revealing white t-shirt. She didn't stay still for long though, as she began dancing to the music. Her hands flirtatiously caressed her stomach and played with her hair. The seductive dance captivated Ryan's attention, eliciting feelings of desire and excitement.
Nikki's performance became more enticing as she lowered her t-shirt, showing off the tantalizing curves of her chest. She eventually pulled the t-shirt off altogether, sensuously exposing her smooth back to the camera. Despite this, her expression remained focused, as if she could feel Ryan's eyes on her every move.
As the song continued, so did Nikki's dance. Joined by the swell of the music, her movements drew Ryan in, erasing all thoughts of work and distracting him completely. Her arms swayed in the air, her hips and torso undulated, and even her hair danced as she tossed it back playfully. Her warm, inviting aura filled the room.
Ryan was in awe of Nikki's graceful movements. When she turned around to face the camera, her expression was vibrant, as if she was making direct eye contact with him. It's safe to assume she was making the video for his appreciation.
With a smirk, Nikki held her crossed arms across her chest, perhaps still a little shy about baring her breasts. However, as she continued to dance, her hands began to find their way to her undulating hips. Her movements became sexier and more deliberate as she seductively moved to the beat.
As Ryan's heart raced, he felt an overwhelming desire for Nikki. He questioned if she could feel the intensity of his lust. He concluded that it didn't matter whether or not Nikki knew about how transfixed he was by her erotic performance. What he did know about Nikki was that she thrived off of his arousal.
Her dance involved pressing her breasts together and cupping them, playfully hiding her nudity. Her hands then moved to her hips, as the song reached its climax. In the presence of Ryan's growing hard-on, she threw her shorts off, seeming amused by the fact that she was naked now.
With her eyes still locked in the camera, she reached between her legs, her fingers caressing her moist folds. Nikki threw her head back and moved her hips in time with the beat as she massaged her clit, her face contorting with pleasure. Without a moment's hesitation, Ryan felt his own arousal increase. The sight of her baring it all for him, inviting him to come and join her in the moment, was too much to handle. Witnessing Nikki fall apart from pleasure made it so much more erotic for his enduring visual pleasure.
Nikki slid down to her knees. One hand explored her face, the other settling between her legs. It almost appeared as if she was bringing him closer into the room as her hips bucked, matching the rhythm of the song. Facing the room with her legs spread wide, Nikki looked back at Ryan with a deep, sensual gaze, a true exhibition of exuberance and desire. The raw sensuality in that moment took his breath away.
The music came to an end as Nikki lowered her hands and whispered, "I want it nasty." Undoubtedly, her message was meant for Ryan's ears. Despite her explicit declaration, Ryan found himself completely entranced by her performance. Still firmly rooted in his seat, he was consumed by the image of Nikki lost in pleasure. He couldn't help but indulge in her sexual pleasures – a thrilling moment of casual and voyeuristic glimpses into Nikki's considerably erotic life.
The music stopped playing. Nikki's hips also stopped moving, her body heaving with deep breaths. Her head tilted forward abruptly, disheveling her hair. Her face was drunk with ecstasy. For a second, she held her position, legs spread out, her pussy glistening. She looked like a woman ready for sex. Then, she leaned towards the camera. Her hair hid part of her face, but Ryan could still see that devilish grin hiding behind it. Nikki made a phone gesture with her fingers. With a laugh, she leaned forward and stopped the recording.
Ryan sat in his chair, astonished. His casual relationship with her had just given him a massive erection at work. He realized he was still on the job. It was unbecoming behavior. But he was engulfed in the desire Nikki had just sent his way. He had to reach out.
"Hi babe," she replied.
"Sending me a video like that while I'm at work was very naughty."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, very much so," he answered after a brief pause. "What if I were in a meeting? It would cause a big commotion."
He heard her moan on the other side. "Do you not want to share me with your colleagues? Show them the fresh young pussy you get to f*ck? Let them know you're king among men?"
Ryan detected her heavy breathing. Combined with her voice's rhythm, he knew she was getting off. The image of her still naked, spread out, waiting for his hard dick filled his head.
"You need more of this cock inside you."
"Yesss..." her hiss responded. "I need your strong, married cock. I want you to claim it as your own. Spank me, abuse me, just make me yours."
Ryan had an urge to touch himself. He also knew he couldn't be caught in the act. He had to suppress his urge for now and get his girl off.
"I'll need to pin you down. You're such a cock-hungry slut."
"God yes! Oh yes, f*ck me hard!"
He sensed he couldn't remain quiet for long, so he devised an excuse to end their conversation.
"Bad girl, pleasuring yourself in a client's house. If you need it that badly, come clean our house."
"Mmmm."
"I'll make you wear a cute little maid outfit. Let you clean my cock with your mouth. Write 'filthy slut' across your chest. Adore the model you've become as I parade you around the house."
As he spoke, her moans and gasps grew louder. He thought she was about to climax. He only needed to nudge her over the edge.
"Then I can fck you in the kitchen like a doggy. Fck you in the bedroom wild. F*ck you hard against the study window for the whole block to see. And you will know me as your master."
Her erotic cries filled his phone. Ryan leaned back in his chair, heart pounding. He imagined his girl cumming while they rubbed their genitals together, their shared lust bringing them to climax.
"Oh fuck baby," her quivering voice said. "Oh dear. I am so horny!"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"F*ck yes." She started calming down. "Oh fuck, now I have to clean this up. Shit..."
"And I'm not going to be home for a while. I have to stay late at work."
"Okay."
Throughout the day, the images and sounds of her orgasm in the video and her voice on the phone tormented his mind. His other senses yearned for more than what he could experience through his phone. The softness of her skin. The smell and taste of her sex. Ryan struggled to contain his sexual impulses when he returned home. His physical intimacy with his wife failed to satisfy him completely.
That night, as he prepared for bed, alone in the bathroom, he took out his phone. He lowered the volume on her video so that it wouldn't be noticed and replayed it. Without the audio, arousal came easily. Nikki's moves, her body, and the way she surrendered herself to the experience stirred his hormones. As she removed her shorts and touched herself, Ryan's desire took hold of his body. He reached his climax like her in the video.
As he returned to his bedroom, he thought about how mutual masturbation could only go so far. He and Nikki needed more.
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