Sexting with Maeve

By the end of the work day, you were uncomfortable. Physically.

Mostly because your cock had been hard for a couple of hours, trapped in your briefs and slacks, the tenting hidden by the conference table as you went back and forth between working on dry document work and absolutely filthy sexting with a beautiful, autistic British woman who had almost no inhibitions when she felt safe.

“You OK?” Sabrina asked you with a little smirk as she closed her laptop.

“Yep,” you said. “Just, uh, want to get this one thing done before I sign off for the day.”

It hadn’t exactly been helpful, to your work or to the sexting, when Mr Garrison had come by to check in on the three of you and spent fifteen minutes just kind of shooting the shit. Maybe he’d gotten tired of talking with the other partners, or maybe he’d noticed your group productivity had been lower today and he was either checking in on you or just trying to boost your spirits or something.

What it did was make you feel self-conscious about your boner. Said boner, however, didn’t seem to give a fuck.

It probably had something to do with the super explicit roleplay with Maeve - she was using it to tease the hell out of at least one of the guys who sent her money to basically be denied sex with her, so she’d been a bit much. Even for your current sexting standards with Sabrina and Gemma.

First had been the logistics; were you OK to receive pictures? (Yes) Could you send any? (No) How long could you reasonably keep up the sexting? (A few hours) Would you prefer to roleplay with her being the dominant, you being the dominant, or something more mutual? (Mutual - you had the feeling either of you being more dominant would either be odd for you or ruin the image of her being powerful to her simps) In that case, are you a casual hookup, or something more?

That one you looped Sabrina in on quickly and the two of you suggested going with the truth with just a touch of more ‘what if?’ and making it sound like you were going to meet up with Maeve sometime sooner than ‘I dunno, maybe one day.’ The Brit had agreed.

Then came the roleplay intro, with Maeve playing the casually bored college student stuck in on a Monday night, and you were the casually bored-at-work college student (with a big dick) getting internationally booty called.

OK, so the scenario wasn’t exactly realistic in that last bit. And you still felt like the girls overdid it with how big they said your dick was. It was above average but it wasn’t massive by any means. Especially not in the porn world. Then again, the pictures you’d taken with Emma the afternoon before had been maximizing camera angles, so maybe there were more ‘above average’ dicks in porn than there were massive anyways.

She started with a casual ‘R u at work still?’ and some scene-setting banter about time zones between the UK and the US, then opened things up with a selfie lying on a couch in what you guessed was her apartment. Her curly brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail but several strands were (accidentally on purpose?) loose and framing her face. Her makeup was done in her usual half-gothy style that gave her an alt vibe without going full emo or goth, and she was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses along with dark burgundy lipstick. She was wearing a loose crop top that barely covered her breasts, the bottom curves just showing in the shadow under it in a hinting tease and her nipples making little tents accented by the lamp casting light down from behind her.

After that came a string of ‘roleplay’ that you really couldn’t be sure where the ‘story’ ended and the real stuff began, because she was talking about how she was thinking about the sex you’d had pretty much every day, getting graphic about how she would touch herself. She didn’t explicitly say that it had been group sex with your two girlfriends and another woman, but she did talk about some of the positions the two of you had fucked in.

You played things back fairly straight, though you had to fudge a little about how often you’d thought about her - it had been a pretty busy week between Gemma leaving, Emma visiting, the waterpark with Becks and Tasha, and now living with Sabrina. There hadn’t exactly been a lot of time where you’d been left horny and with time to daydream. For the most part though you were able to use those same experiences with Maeve to remind her how attractive you found her, both her body and her mind. And how she’d felt in your hands.

‘You mean these tits?’ she escalated when you mentioned you loved how wonderfully soft and jiggly her breasts were, and how mauling them with your hands had made her moan. She wasn’t quite flashing in the picture, artfully pulling the middle of her crop top up to show off the bulging cleavage of her breasts while her nipples and most of her puffy areolas were covered by the shirt still.

‘Not sure, tough to recognise them when they’re in disguise like that :P’ you sent her back.

For all that Maeve wasn’t much for innuendo in real life, and was pretty blunt, she was also good at crafting a flirtatious story and you wondered at how she managed those paypigs of hers, giving them the narratives that they seemed to crave.

She sent you another pic, this time of her fully flashing, her nipples already getting firm as she cupped one boob while she took her selfie with the other. Things progressed from there, more photos getting sent to you as she slowly disrobed. Her soft stomach, her mound with her shorts and panties pulled down, just covering her lips. Then her shorts off, just panties. Then the panties pulled tight, her labia spilling over the sides lewdly. Finally, her pussy in full, glistening a little with arousal, panties pulled to the side.

You knew she wasn’t sending every text to her intended audience - the goal was to tease him/them. She’d explained that ahead of time. So she was either going to selectively screenshot the conversation with the really revealing stuff just offscreen, or censor it. Apparently censoring was a big thing because it was a massive tease to almost show herself off.

By the time the end of the day came around Maeve had worked through fingering herself and moved up to using toys. She’d even used the fifteen-minute break while you couldn’t text to play up the ‘God damn you’re keeping me waiting for you when I'm so horny’ element, telling you how she wouldn’t put up with that from anyone other than you. Sucking the lifelike dildo came first, then teasing her pussy with it as she pulled her legs way back and showed off her perfect little butthole.

“I’ll tell her you’re done,” Sabrina smirked as she stood up.

“Wait, that's been going on the whole time?” Eric asked, already packed up and ready to leave - Sabrina had convinced him to ask Beth out on another date that night so he’d have a chance to fix his ‘casual’ mistake.

“None of your business,” you said.

“Absolutely, she’s kind of got the hots for him in a big way,” Sabrina smirked.

“Whaaaat?” Eric asked. “How? Why? When? Does Gemma know?”

“Just… never mind,” you sighed, making your girlfriend laugh.

She grabbed Eric and pulled him out of the conference room. “Just stay and get that work done, baby,” she said to you as they left. And then she winked.

Oh, no, you groaned to yourself. Why did she wink?

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