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The Right Partner update
🕑 Added 2018-10-23 01:03:25 +0000 UTCAt night, the SSR office became a world into itself. The overhead lights turned off, the desk lamps clicked into darkness. Outside, the streetlights were a thin hedge against the darkness, with little help from the few illuminated windows still blazing away. Daniel’s desk, with its green-shaded banker’s lamp still merrily humming away, was like a little bubble in a dark, deserted universe.
So it was a shock when Peggy appeared on the other side of his desk, sitting down on a small, unoccupied corner and crossing her legs. Her high-heeled shoes, unusual for her, gave Peggy a striking appearance as they dangled red and shiny off her feet.
“Long day,” she observed to Daniel. “And getting longer.”
“They never do seem to stop finding work for the SSR’s finest,” Daniel replied, his voice rich with irony as he finished going over one report and filed it away.
When he reached for another one, a white glove of Peggy’s landed on top of it. He looked up to see her flicking one of her pumps off her stockinged feet.
“I suppose our work ethic makes us gluttons for punishment,” Peggy said, her voice as crisp and cool as if she weren’t currently hiking up her skirt to undo her garter. “A good thing it’s just us. We can make ourselves comfortable. Enjoy the peace and quiet.” And she began winding her stocking down her long, bare leg.
“Even take a break now and then?” Daniel asked hopefully.
Peggy worked the last of her stocking off her toes, giving them a wiggle in the open air. Daniel didn’t know how she did it, but even her feet smelled good, like she sweated rosewater or something. “That is a very good point. Without those other bozos around, we’d probably get more done even slacking off than we do putting up with them all day.” She looked up dreamily. “Maybe we should make it official. Call ourselves the night shift.”
“Nobody here but us chickens.”
Peggy went to him, settling neatly into his lap. Her soft arms wrapped around his brawny shoulders, her lips touching his. She opened her mouth immediately at the touch of his inquisitive tongue, but where he timidly asked permission, she went further, writhing her tongue against his in a wet kiss. His hands went to her body, feeling and squeezing, making her skirt slip up her thighs. She felt his bulge pressing against her as her nipples became taut little bullets.
“I have a feeling we’re going to leave rather a lot of paperwork undone,” Peggy said softly.
“Maybe we can work late again tomorrow,” Daniel suggested with a wolfish husk in his tone.
Peggy almost purred.
He undid the buttons in front of her dress and slipped his hand inside. Her bra was loose-fitting, making it easy for Daniel to slip his hand inside the cup and fondle one of her tender breasts.
“You like that, Peg?” Daniel asked.
“You wouldn’t be doing it if you thought I didn’t,” Peggy replied.
He moved his hand around to the hooks of her bra, easily undoing the clasp and pulling her bra away, then giving himself a moment to ogle her naked chest. Peggy grinned as she indulged him, giving her cleavage a little shake to make her breasts jiggle enticingly.
“Damn,” Daniel said, his usual reluctance to appear uncouth in front of Peggy disappearing in his awe over her bare breasts. “I can’t get over how beautiful those are. I think I could get my nuts off just by staring at you.”
Peggy bit her lip, a little enthralled with the idea. “Rather like Pygmalion,” she observed, taking refuge from her slightly perverted imaginings in her education instead. “Falling in love with Galatea.”
“Yeah,” Daniel said, obviously a little too preoccupied to place the reference. “Exactly like that.”
“Of course, I’m no statue.” Peggy put a hand under her right breast and offered her nipple up to him. “You’ll need to do much more than look.”
He opened his lips and took just the areola inside his mouth, his teeth brushing against straining tenderness of her erect nipple. As Peggy mewled, hot excitement going through her, Daniel opened his jaw wider and mouthed more of her warm breast. She squirmed against him, feeling the length of his prick throbbing against her thigh, its heat blistering right through her thin cotton dress. She grabbed Daniel by the back of the head and forced his mouth tighter against her swollen teat. He was just as hot as she was, working at her other breast with his fingers.
“Bloody hell,” Peggy sobbed under her breath. “I want it as badly as before. I want you to have me just like you did before. Oh Daniel!”
She was surprised at the abandon she felt, the frenzy eclipsing even the lust of their last time together. Despite her words, she knew it wasn’t going to be just him taking her. This time she was going to fuck him like a wild animal.
Daniel couldn’t remember ever being so horny. He reached past Peggy to clear off his desk, sending papers and pens down to the floor with one sweep of his arm. “Up here,” he told Peggy, lifting her up and setting her on his desk. Her sweet, soft thighs spread instinctively. He reached between them, feeling the wetness of her panties and the softness of her pussy underneath. He knew it would be even warmer inside than it felt against his fingertips.
In a rush, they were undressing, Peggy pulling her skirt up around her waist while Daniel seized her panties, barely sparing a glimpse for the gleaming whiteness of her thighs, which he knew would soon be wrapped around his waist. He jerked her panties savagely down her legs, Peggy holding him by the shoulders as her panties were worked off her feet. Then she lifted her skirt again, and Daniel stared, almost spellbound, at her sweet pussy, its dark hairs glistening with wet arousal. Breathing harshly, Peggy spread her legs even further, letting him look directly into her core.
“It’s yours, you know,” she purred. “What are you going to do with it?”
She fell back on his desk, her soft thighs opening even further. Daniel lost himself in staring at her perfectly writhing body for another moment, only remembering to unzip his fly and fish out his straining erection when it grew too painful to keep it penned in. Peggy was absolutely delicious at any time, and seeing her sprawled out on his desk, feverishly aroused, only made the sight more awe-inspiring.
“I want to be fucked,” Peggy declared, her pristine accent making the sentiment all the more thrilling. “Fuck me, Agent Sousa. Really fuck me.”
Still an intelligence agent, Daniel spared a moment’s thought for the idea that the building might not be as deserted as he thought. Also still a man, he could only hope that no one else would hear them—he was horny as a bull, his cock about to charge.
He pulled Peggy toward him until her sweet cunt was poised against his prick. The desk was at just the right height to let him enter her, and he wondered if Peggy had been so conscientious as to take that into account when she decided to seduce him. It would be just like her to have all the angles figured out, right down to the tip of his throbbing prick aiming into her cunt.
“Put it in,” Peggy cooed. “Put your cock inside me! Don’t you know how I need it?”
He knew. He needed it too. He pushed forward, feeling a hint of resistance as even her wetness and readiness proved unprepared for the sheer heft of his cockhead, but it quickly gave way enough for him to slip the tip inside of her labia. He held it there for a moment, having to stop and gather himself before he lost himself in the delicious pressure inside her. She was so damned wet and tight, he was apt to spill the moment he was through her gates. Daniel wouldn’t want it any other way, though, and he took a deep breath to resolve himself, intending to hold firm and fuck her for as long as possible before he gave in to her tightness.
For what felt like hours Daniel thrust into her, hearing her plea for more even as he had nothing more to give, his crippled leg aching like more and more weight was being put on it, but Daniel couldn’t care about that, not when Peggy was so excessively, climactically enjoying herself. Her legs went slack, hanging untethered off his hips as he pumped into the vee of her thighs, while her arms felt loose and numb around his shoulders, Peggy only able to hold onto him for support rather than being able to pull him in any tighter. He held onto her hips and bulled into her, feeling her wet warmth against his groin, hearing her mewl and keen. She seemed to be either continuously orgasming or constantly close to it. Then the strength to vocalize that pleasure left her, and she could only breathe with high-pitched quickness as he kept at her, continuing to hold off his own explosion as he savored Peggy’s bliss for as long as possible.
“Fffffuck!” Peggy breathed at last. “Oh lord… you’re going to come soon?”
“Not much longer now,” Daniel groaned.
“Have you a pro?”
Daniel could barely concentrate on a single word she was saying. “A what?”
“A frogskin, a balloon—protection?”
“No!”
Peggy shook her head, the movement seeming like a titanic effort. “Silly of me… stupid and silly… you’ll have to come outside.”
“Outside?”
“Don’t come in me!” Peggy stressed, herself almost unable to focus. “Just… just…”
Daniel could not hold off any longer. Nor could he disobey Peggy and spill inside her without permission. He pulled out of her, Peggy moaning in disappointment, eyes misty with tears, but gleaming with a perverse need.
“Come on me!” she called. “Come all over me!”
“Yes!” Daniel gasped, ready to give her anything she wanted, promise her anything, just unable to get the words off as his prick went off, spraying her from her belly to her breasts to her face with his hot seed.
Peggy, feeling his cum splatter on her face, whimpered, her body drenched with his semen. She found she loved the stinging spray on her flesh, especially on her lips, and she opened her mouth to let him come in it when the ejaculation was suddenly done.
“Not yet!” she wailed. “Come in my face again! Ohhh, God, come in my fucking face!”
For the first time in Daniel’s life, he had two orgasms back to back. He had stopped shooting, feeling drained from the tips of his toes to the lightening heft of his balls, but then his prick tingled all over again. With a hand on Peggy’s thigh, he gave her a spin so that she was lying lengthwise across his desk, Peggy whooping with delight as he brought his cock to her face and let go once more.
He came on her face, then directly into her mouth. Peggy wailed as her cunt boiled with a potent orgasm, feeling ecstasy that she wouldn’t have believed could come so passively. If Daniel could get off on looking at her, apparently she could get off on being marked by him.
Daniel pushed his cockhead against Peggy’s lips, taking her by the chin and forcing her jaw open so she couldn’t even swallow as he came some more, filling up her mouth to the point of his seed rolling out of it, making her climax even stronger than before. It took several gurgling moments for Peggy to swallow all that he had deposited between her lips.
“Strewth,” she cursed gently. “I believe that calls for a drink.”
Daniel did up his trousers. “The least I can do is get you one, considering all I gave you to wash down.”
“Nonsense,” Peggy said, forcing herself up despite the protesting decadence of her comfort. “You did more than your fair share. Though next time, keep a bottle at your desk? Half the agents here do, and if you don’t then you really will have made an ass of yourself.”
“Roger wilco,” Daniel told her. “One way or another, next time drinks are on me.”
“Good. After all, everything else would seem to be on me,” Peggy said, looking down at her disarrayed clothes and the ropes of cum that had stained her upper body and were now running down her legs. “So long as we’re the night shift, I feel I may relax the dress code.”
Showing fantastic aplomb, she shed what remained of her garments, going starkers as she wandered first to the water cooler, where she took two cups, then to the Thompson’s desk, where she liberated a bottle of bourbon from a desk drawer, right where she’d said it would be. Daniel watched as she poured for both of them, noting that she was licking her lips of the seed continually running down her face. If he’d thought her going bare-ass naked was as good as it could get, her being covered with his spunk was on a whole ‘nother level.
She came back, dropping his cup in front of him and seating herself on the desk with a poise that would put any pin-up girl to shame. “Here’s to us,” she toasted, and with dutiful enthusiasm Daniel picked up his cup and clinked it against hers.
They’d hardly had their first sip when the lights came on.
“Well, this looks like a cozy scene,” Steve Rogers said.
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Shendude
DAT ENDING.
It's sweet these two could be happy together.
