Author's Note

Contains: MxF, Humiliation, Oral sex, DubCon, cheating.

Gloriosa Daisy x Filthy Rich: Under The Table Insurance

"Now you know your mother can be... difficult from time to time, but I would never go so far as to say that about her," the matron of the Rich family was many things, but her husband would be damned if he let their daughter think she didn't love them.

On the other side of the desk, Diamond Tiara looked far from convinced. She had hazarded the chance to go into her daddy's office to voice her concerns about how she felt her mother was being so distant lately. Still, she only got the same tired excuses. "She would've come, but..." and "you know she doesn't think that..."; well, if she knew, she wouldn't keep bringing it up, would she?

Still... her daddy would never steer her wrong. Even when she broke the rule about coming into his private office to vent, he didn't twitch a single frown at seeing her. "Well... Okay, daddy..." Diamond Tiara huffed, though she still kept her arms crossed.

"She's just been busy with her own work these days. We both do our very best to keep you in the life you so richly deserve," Mr. Rich labored on the point just so his darling daughter could fully understand, "At times it can keep us far away from you and out across all of Equestria for so long. But, that's why I have this office space, so I can try and keep my important business right here at home. So, I don't have to go too far from you, darling-dear."

The flattery was enough to make Diamond Tiara's ears to flitter and flush. Her arms dropped from their cross and she simply clasped them in embarrassment; her dad always knew just what to say to get on her best-side. And true enough to his word, he's been working from home more and more each day. While he did stay in his office more often, it was a comfort to Diamond Tiara enough to know the house wasn't empty.

For now, she was satisfied with the placates she received, and she ushered herself out of the office. As she rounded the door with a skip in her step, her father raised an objecting hand and uttered a small call to attention. "Door closed, dear. And remember to knock next time. Your daddy's not the young buck he used to be. You almost gave him a fright," his little girl tittered a bit at her own brazen actions moments ago.

True to following her daddy's words, she slipped the thick office door shut behind her with a resounding click. Mr. Rich continued to watch with the same relaxed smile all the while from his daughter leaving, to the door securely closing behind her. The minute shift from adoring father to relaxed enjoyment would be almost unnoticeable to most, but to the two remaining people in the office, it was clear as day. Rich settled back in his chair, letting the briefest of indulged sighs pass his lips before looking down into the small alcove beneath the desk. A spot usually reserved for a chair to be securely tucked away into or for ones legs to slip comfortably rest in was instead occupied by a redheaded young woman. Freckled features looked up to the business magnate, fury in her emerald eyes, even as her peach lips were wrapped around the man's engorged member.

"That was near to too close, don't you think?" The man's voice—just moments ago kind and warm when speaking with his daughter—smacked of mockery as he looked down at Gloriosa, "The way you were slobbering on my cock, I thought she was liable to hear your hungry slurps."

Gloriosa could only hum her discontent at that, subsequently rumbling her plush lips across the thick of the man's member. Sure enough, amidst her disapproving grumbles, slick strands of saliva slithered down her chin and across the warm piece of meat throbbing in her maw; which were all audibly slurped up, followed only by a muffled groan. Filthy Rich rested his head back, giving a token press of his hips forward to feed into the sweltering warmth of this indignant camp councilor's mouth. The flat of her tongue tentatively rolled against the turgent underside of the musky meat, electing a few reluctant groans from the woman.

"Part of me was convinced you would just stop until she left. But you just kept going. Sometimes I wonder if you do this just to save your precious camp, or if you just really love being my personal whore," all the while he rattled off his taunts, he came to rest a firm palm on the back of Gloriosa's head, urging her all the more onto his thick member.

It was all part of the song and dance. They both knew it, and only Mr. Rich openly found pleasure in. Lips pressed tight around the circumference of the cock, summoning a loud, lurid squelch before she popped her head back. While Mr. Rich flinched from the pleasure, he could only bring himself to smirk as he looked down at the streaming strands of saliva connecting Gloriosa's 'cock-warmers' to her favorite treat. The strands broke one by one, tapping wet against Gloriosa's hanging jaw as she tried to catch her breath.

"I... like pleasuring your cock, Mr. Rich... It's all I think about at work. The work you let me keep... Because I am a good little whore..." The words flowed like recited script—dull and lifeless—but it meant little difference to Filthy. It was the fact she had to carry on with it each and every time they met like this that made it enjoyable. Even if she didn't mean it, degrading herself like that before latching her lips back upon his cock was pleasure in itself.

But that pleasure paled in comparison to the actual deed itself. He had explored her every inch through their time as business associates, ever since her camp started to go under. She was reluctant at first, but just as she did now with slobbering on his cock like her life depended on it, she eventually relented. The tip of her nose brushing against his crotch coupled with the subtle croaks from her throat as the head scraped against her deepest depths drove the man wild. He slumped back in his chair, reveling in the feeling of Gloriosa deepthroating him; all the better with the fury in her eyes watering from the strain of choking down the mass.

Beside herself amidst the humiliating treatment, Gloriosa found her own fingers prodding at the damp patch building between her legs. She hated doing this, it was degrading, demeaning, and dirty... But his scent pressed against her nose, the heat throbbing between her legs, and the taste slapping against every stretch of her mouth made her own body quiver. While she despised it, she could at least find some pleasure amidst it as she raked fingers against the curve of her own crotch. Her fingers rolled all the more feverishly as she felt that warmth build in her mouth; a warmth she invited with practiced rolls of her tongue along the invited mass.

As Gloriosa let her eyes slip shut, indulging in the feeling for just a moment, her partner grunted his final approval and gave her what she was working for. Globs of salty warmth pooled against Gloriosa's tongue and into the crevasses of her inner-cheeks in hearty doses. With each gout, Mr. Rich's member slacked all the more in the grip of Gloriosa's mouth. It was to be a long walk to anywhere she could clean herself up—forbidden to use anything in the Rich household to do so except that one time—so Gloriosa swallowed each and every offering to the last.

When the cock slipped free of her bind, her features were red from experience, and her cheeks were plump from the offering. She churned the swill around in her mouth, letting it slip across her tongue as she tried to work it all down and not cough up on it. For his own part, Mr. Rich scooted himself back in his chair, wordlessly letting his business partner leave when she finished enjoying his cum. The man watched with smug pleasure as the proud flower-child stumbled to her feet, noting the dampness staining the crotch of her pants.

Neither one had to say it as they met each other's eyes. Same time next week.

Gloriosa huffed in annoyance at just how comfortable her 'partner' looked with his saliva slick rod still left to hang free between his legs. Not like she could say anything to get the upper-hand on him, she stormed her way out of his office, lips tight with disdain. When she swung the door open, Gloriosa moved to step pass Diamond Tiara; the two sharing a curious look. For once, Gloriosa felt a heat rush against her features and she quickened her pace to leave the manor, knowing all too well the path out. Diamond Tiara on the other hand remained... puzzled. When did someone go into her daddy's office? And why was milk trickling out of the corner of that lady's lip?

Click went the receive call button on Gloriosa's phone, and she brought it close to hear those sweet tones. They filled her with such warmth, and comfort... Even if hearing them now of all times—leaving that building behind—gave her pangs of guilt. "Vign, it's so great to hear you—hear from you! I-I'm sorry, I'm just running a little late for our date... I'll be there in just a little bit... Vign, stop, you're going to make me—Mmm... You're so sweet... Right... I love you, too..."