Liana Marsh

Another long day, another visit to the 55th floor to a particular executive's office.

Expensive plaque for an expensive lady. Smells expensive, too - hard not to notice that thick smoky trail of clove and cedar perfume in the wake of Liana's passing.

Knock, knock!~

"Come in; it isn't locked," called a familiar voice from within.

A phone buzzzzed~ behind her on the desk - left on silent.

thwack! She flicks a black-packaged condom at her coworker's forehead.

Sunset light pours in through the window of the 48th floor's boardroom.

It's a whole lot of hubbaluboo about annual markets and graphs and shareholders and blah, blah, blah. Easy to lose focus when there's a fertile-scented pair of enormous tits in a push-up bra seated ~directly~ next to one's person.

Even more so when she's got her hair tied back in the telltale warning of her interest. Whoever the important-looking person is at the other end of the room, of which everyone else's interest is focused on while they blabber, is none the wiser as Liana nudges her coworker and gestures a 'shhhh~'.

"Keep your voice down and I'll let you go rawwww tonight..~" Her left hand then dives right on down beneath the table as she locks eyes with her coworker's attention - already stroking in against thigh, gliding right on in to expertly work aside any irksome buttons or zippers on her way toward dancing her fingers upon the inevitability of her naked, needy prize.

She's called her favorite trap-setter in for some very important work tonight; she looks so good in contrast to the sun setting just beyond the view of her suite's open window, too.

She briefly mentioned not to worry about interruptions - made it clear that she's on a very important all-nighter.~ ♡ Lots of latex, leather and lubricant. Some powder, too - says it helps with the chafing. She's good at this - a lil' too good, maybe. Her mouth was the last thing to get handled - too useful to let her talk when it came to figuring out how to get the bar locked between her thigh-high bitch boots and the right way to harness her arms behind her back, tied at the wrists.

A snug custom-made harness fits right over her head - snug black ball stuffed into her mouth to gag her into little more than muffled screams, and a nice black visor blinds her entirely as it sets over her eyes like a mask. She even leaned into the hands that tied the bindings at the back of her head to lock it all into place!

There's some inventory to stock tonight, the various things scattered all across her desk: • a bottle of lube on the desk • an XXL set of anal beads jammed up an expensive doe's guts with a pull string readily available • a VERY wet pussy between her thighs • a scorching spank bruise forming on her ass • various toys and plugs scattered on the desk - more beads, some whips, a crop, a big ol' buttplug with buzzer settings • and of course: an entire night to use of all of it! ♡

She's panting, almost snorting through her nose as her brain swims like soup in her skull already - pretty sure she orgasmed on that last pass of a paddle across her ass, but she's not of mind to give a decent answer about it at the moment. ♡

That paddle feels great in one's hands. But something else might feel even better... 💞

Well. She insisted. Who could have guessed that 'forget it & just put it back in' would lead to the condoms proving ineffective for a doe in the middle of rut season?

It's been a few months since that night. About 6️⃣ or 7️⃣, in fact.

Maternal checkup has become a nightly routine.~ ♡ As soon as the office quiets and the sun rolls down, she waits expectantly in her office for the one she's been sending titty-n'-tummy pics to all day on her phone.

The door of Liana's office clicks open, groans on its hinges, and clicks shut behind as the lock sets in place. Her boobs, already big ol' knockers before her belly grew gravid with her coworker's twins, have become absolute milktanks. She's put on her weight in all the right places, and those maternity bras are really putting in work on makin' sure she isn't milk-spraying the office into a slipping hazard every hour of the day.

"--UuuUughhh. Hey," she gruffs, clipping off her bra and letting her shirt slide loose down her arms - skirt on the floor, blazer thrown carelessly over the back of her office chair. ".. quit staring and grab some oil. They've been kicking nonstop today.. seems like none of you are out to make this easy for me.~" ♡

The doe grumbles petulantly, though there's practically hearts in her eyes by the time she's making her way over to lean against her desk and relieve that center mass bulk - dreamy little grrrroannn as she splays to present herself - just the barest sight of her wet-hot arousal sticky between her thighs before a shift of her posture has her big ol' pregnant belly obscuring it.

.. she poses, waiting, tits and tummy left wholesale exposed for the touching.~ ♡ .. and her phone-on-silent buzzes quietly next to her on the desk, earning a brief side-eye and a nibble of her lip.

Things have gotten a little domestic. Liana's invited you over to her home a few times now, but never when Percy is around.

Turns out she's stuck in traffic today.

🦌Liana💕: Hey, I might be running a little late. A LOT late, actually. WTF is happening out here?? It's fine, whatever. Key under the doormat - go ahead and wait inside if you want. Help Urself to the kitchen. I'll call if plans change

Who the fuck keeps their key under the doormat still? The front door wasn't even locked. And.. Percy's back from an impossible grocery list far too early. He's bouncing those hips of his like a metronome in the kitchen, blonde-haired and salmon-sweater-clad in his gayest little green apron and finest daisyduke jean shorts

"Whoah! Hiiii! Hi! Wow! It's nice to finally meet you! I've heard so much about you!! Jeez, you and wifey are always so busy together!!"

.. he's heard of you, has he?

Girly K-pop is blaring from a little phonespeaker behind him as he cooks - and boy does he ever cook - whatever veggie-tofu nonsense he's twirling into dance routines in his pan is fogging up the whole luxury penthouse with rich, earthy food stink. He smells pretty great, too, honestly. He wears his wife's perfume. And her thongs. Of course he does.

"Pull up a chair or whatever! I've got, um. I've got beers! In the fridge? Do you like those? I - I uhm, I don't drink much. Usually. Haha-- I mean, uh. Ehhem! I'ma start over, shut up, one sec--"

He takes a deep breath, puffs his chest, cocks his hip and really accentuates his big ol' bubblebutt ass,