[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.]
What's a gamer girl to do when she loses her job to the pandemic? She takes out her stress on innocent players online and destroys them all. At least, that wa...
Brad steps into the room and my eyes instantly gravitate towards him, finding him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed across his chest, looking sexy as fuck in his custom-tailored suit. He stands there for a beat and takes in my outfit that is plain compared to his. But no matter what I wear, he always looks at me like I'm the sexiest thing alive.
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Today I decided to dress down in a cozy but sexy outfit that consists of my favorite Fortnite T-shirt, pink panties, and knee-high socks. Oh, and a bra, but he despises the things and is always finding ways to take them off me. I can tell from the way he eye-fucks me across the room that he approves of my outfit choice very much and wants nothing more than to get me out of it so he can worship my voluptuous body with his mouth and his hands. And I want that too. So fucking much.
I watch him with desire in my eyes as he pushes off the doorway and walks slowly towards me, running his hand through his disheveled hair, looking like every woman's wet dream in his new dark gray suit that I picked out for him myself. I chose it because I love the way it brings out his light blue eyes. I also picked out the magenta tie he's wearing. I chose that specific one for me because it's my favorite color and I wanted him to think of me every time he got a glimpse of it at work, and sure enough it worked.
It worked so well he ended up sexting me on his lunch break from his car instead of going out to get a bite to eat. Me being the nice girlfriend that I am sexted him back and gave him just what he needed to hold him over until he came home and when we finished, I ordered food for him and had it delivered to his workplace, making sure my man didn't go without food because I knew he would need his energy for tonight. He thanked me with another sext but I left it unanswered, wanting to torture him with my silence, knowing it would infuriate him and turn him on all at the same time not knowing what I was up to.
He hates when I don't answer him but I bet today he didn't mind too much and was probably turned on thinking of what I was doing in his absence. I wouldn't doubt he imagined me writhing on our bed naked while I got off to the videos he sent me from his car on his lunch break and he would not be wrong because that's exactly what I did, and I know he would have enjoyed seeing it. But instead of letting him know just what he was missing out on while he was at work, I ignored him while I pleasured myself to videos of him in his gray suit and magenta tie.
It was dirty but it felt so good as I came to the thought of fucking him in his new suit. But there's nothing like the real thing, and now that he's here, I can do to him everything I imagined, and can't wait to feel the fabric of his slacks pressed up against my slick core as I grind on him. I feel my clit throb at the thought and lick my bottom lip. I notice his gaze follow my movement and smile. He's always so in tune with me. Even the littlest things, he always notices them. I can't get anything past him.
I slide the wireless headset off my head, letting it rest on my shoulders, wrapped around my neck, and turn off the mic so no one can hear us.
