The Zaira Trio

Story by tantan

I've lurked here for years and I tend to write a lot but this would be my first foray into writing futanari stories and not just roleplay. I hope this story is enjoyable! Feel free to leave comments or criticism if you're so inclined. I hope to make this more than one chapter but we'll see.

The Zaira Trio

Looked like it was going to be one of those days.

Zaira sighed, shifting in her chair as she lifted her hands from the keyboard and closed her eyes as she resigned herself to the fact she was just incredibly aroused for no good reason. It was the middle of the day and she'd worked through lunch (the remnants of her salad were tossed in the trash and the wrapper from her sandwich crumpled forlornly next to it) because her focus on the report she was writing kept sliding off due to of a number of things – it was the middle of the week, after all – and being so turned on certainly wasn't helping her. Little spurts of wetness kept slipping out of her, staining her underwear and making her take too many trips to the bathroom than she'd like to try and dry them off. At one point she seriously muttered “Calm down” to the general vicinity of her crotch but that hadn't done much. She kept getting wet; she kept getting more wet and she was probably just going to have to forgo her panties completely at this point.

She pressed her thighs together and wished the warm ache coiling in her would settle so she could get something done. If it lasted much longer she wasn't sure she'd be able to contain...everything.

A frown twisted her lips. The office was mostly empty today which should have made it perfect for her to catch up with everything. But no...no...

Another tight press of her thighs and she felt a twinge come from her clit; a warning sign of exactly what she'd been hoping wouldn't happen. As if excited by the prospect her pussy let out another considerable slide of slickness to dampen her panties completely and she could smell the musk of herself with it. Zaira took a deep breath and quickly went back to her computer,clicking her way into reserving the conference room for the next hour. That'd...probably be enough time and it was more private than her small cubicle.

While she settled with that her clit started to ache. It didn't hurt it just... she wanted to touch it and she had to hold onto her mouse tightly to resist the urge. Zaira shut her laptop with a deliberate snap when she had everything marked off.She unhooked it from her workstation and grabbed her cellphone before darting down the hallway to the small conference room at the end, her heels muted on the carpet floor.

“I just want to be able to look at something that's not some gray wall,” she called over her shoulder to one of her co-workers when he looked up. She kept her laptop over the front of her black pencil-skirt even though she knew she couldn't be showing just yet.

Having the room booked off for a'meeting' was enough to probably deter everyone left but Zaira really didn't want to leave someone walking in to get her attention for something to chance. She locked the door behind her and made her way around the oval table, all but throwing herself into one of the plush leather chairs far more comfortable than the one at her desk. Zaira pushed her laptop onto the table and opened it as if she'd really be doing any work, before snorting to herself with a shake of her head.She needed to look like she was still doing something however so she put in her password and made sure she was signed into the office communicator while her other hand fell to her lap. She pressed down and parted her lips again for a soft noise, eyes sliding near shut. God, yes, that felt good.

With all that set up and her cellphone within reach, Zaira slouched back into the leather support of the chair and kicked off her black pumps. Of all the days to wear pantyhose, right? But considering she had sex the night before with both parts of herself, she hadn't expected to be this horny without some sort of flirtation to stuck in her head. Her morning with Devon had been completely chaste, though loving.

Now she thought back to the night while she rubbed and squeezed her crotch through her clothing. Tilting her head back had a loose black curl of her springy hair falling over her face. She blew it away with a puff of air before closing her eyes again. Gideon was out on travel that week so it was just her and Devon in their apartment. With that in mind they set up the sort of romantic night their third tended to roll his eyes at.It wasn't over the top but they'd lit some candles, run a bath with a crumbled bubble bar mixed in to make it smell gorgeous and laid in the wide tub together, listening to one of Devon's classical cello CDs. Quiet and sensual, the moments of just

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