Check on Rick at his office to see how his day is going

You retrieve your phone from the kitchen counter, the pink interface still glowing as you scroll to Rick's contact. Your stomach rumbles again, reminding you of lunch, but first you want to hear Daddy's voice. You tap the call button and press the phone to your ear, bouncing on your heels as it rings.

"Princess," Rick answers on the second ring, his voice warm but slightly breathless. "What's got you calling during work hours?"

"I just wanted to, like, check on you, Daddy!" you chirp. "And see how your day is going and stuff!"

There's a pause, followed by a muffled sound you can't quite identify. Then Rick clears his throat. "Day's going just fine, baby girl. Very productive afternoon."

Another sound filters through—a soft feminine gasp that you immediately recognize. "Ohmigod, is Maria there with you?" you squeal excitedly.

Rick chuckles, the sound deep and satisfied. "She's helping me with some... paperwork. Aren't you, love?"

"Yes, Mr. Bellingham," Maria's voice comes through, breathy and strained. "Very important... documents."

You giggle, your enhanced breasts bouncing beneath the tiny apron as you bounce excitedly. "Are you having fun, Daddy? Is Maria being a good work wife?"

"Very good," Rick confirms. You hear the distinctive creak of his leather office chair, followed by another gasp from Maria. "She's been under my desk for the past twenty minutes. Very thorough with her... filing."

"That's so hot!" you exclaim, settling onto the kitchen barstool and tucking your bare legs beneath you. "Tell me what she's doing, Daddy! I wanna know everything!"

Rick's breathing grows heavier. "Well, princess, my new work-wife is on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She's wearing that tight pencil skirt you saw yesterday, hiked up around her waist now."

Maria makes a muffled sound that might be agreement.

"And she's got the prettiest lipstick marks all over my shaft," Rick continues, his voice dropping lower. "Red lipstick, same shade as what she wore to dinner last night."

You squirm on the barstool, your pussy tingling with vicarious excitement even though this scenario doesn't directly arouse you. It's the family aspect, the connection, the way everyone fits together that makes you happy. "Is she doing it good, Daddy? Does it feel amazing?"

"Fuck, yes," Rick groans. "She's got skills, this one. Uses her tongue just right on the—ah, Christ—on the sensitive spot."

You hear Maria's pleased hum through the phone.

"Are you gonna cum in her mouth?" you ask eagerly. "Can I listen?"

Rick laughs breathlessly. "You're a little pervert, princess. I love it. Yes, you can listen. Maria, baby, speed up for our girl."

The sounds intensify—wet, rhythmic, punctuated by Rick's increasingly ragged breathing and Maria's enthusiastic hums. You press the phone closer to your ear, grinning as you hear your Daddy's pleasure building.

"That's it, that's it," Rick pants. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth—fuck—Ashley, baby, Maria is about to get her lunch."

Rick's groan of release rumbles through the speaker, followed by Maria's satisfied moan and the sound of swallowing.

"Good girl, Maria," Rick praises, still catching his breath. "Now come up here and show Ashley."

There's rustling, then Maria's face must be near the phone because her voice comes through clearly. "Hi, Ashley," she says warmly, slightly hoarse. "Your Daddy tastes delicious."

16:20 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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