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Cersei Lannister finished reviewing the last document and signed it. She put the pen down and rubbed her temples. Being the 44-year-old CEO of King’s Landing, a booming conglomerate, was no easy task. At this point Cersei just wanted to go home and enjoy a glass of wine in a warm bath.
She gathered her things and left her office. She was heading for the elevator when a sound caught her attention. It came from a broom closet.
Cersei drew closer and could hear muffled voices on the other side.
“Yes, baby, fuck me harder!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you moan like that!”
Cersei quietly opened the closet door and could not believe what she was seeing. Jon Snow from security had Daenerys Targaryen from accounting up against the wall banging her hard. Both were clothed but the passion in the atmosphere was hot.
For a brief moment Cersei intended to burst in and demand an explanation. But something stopped her. She could feel arousal coming upon her. Her panties were beginning to get soaked.
Cersei left the closet and went toward the elevator. She reached the garage, got in her car and drove to a restaurant to grab a quick bite. Once that was done, she went home. Entering her apartment, she put down her things. She headed for the kitchen and got a bottle of Dornish red wine from the wine fridge along with a glass before moving toward the bathroom.
Cersei stripped and prepared herself a bubble bath. Checking the temperature was perfect, she got in the water with her glass. She poured herself some wine and sipped it while the raunchy image from earlier danced in her head. How long had this been going on for?
Cersei remembered meeting with Jon and Daenerys separately on a few occasions. Snow, about 31-years-old, was broody, Targaryen, roughly a year younger at 30, was focused. The thought that these two were having an affair filled her with jealousy.
Cersei put her glass down and shut her eyes. She pictured Jon Snow, young and steely-eyed, dark-haired with chiseled abs and wide shoulders. She started thrusting her index and middle fingers into her cunt and tweaking her hardening nipples with her other hand. How she wished she was the one being taken by him instead of Daenerys Targaryen! How she wanted him to fuck her wet pussy and fill her up with his thick cum!
Cersei stopped, interrupting her pleasure. She almost forgot Daenerys. Her flowing silver hair, her curvy hips and round breasts with plump nipples ready to be played with. Cersei shoved her fingers back into her pussy with a higher intensity. She imagined Daenerys’s face contorted in bliss, begging her for more, crying for release. Next to her was Jon praising her, telling her what a fucking hot boss she was.
Cersei could see Jon and Daenerys with her, the three of them together grinding and moaning, their passions flowing together as one! Yes, that was it!
Cersei came gasping and moaning, her juices mixing with the foam and water. She panted and sighed, coming down from her high.
Cersei fell asleep that night dreaming of a black-haired man and silver-haired woman, both nude and ready to please her.