A/N: Emilé is just so wholesome~

Also this fic uses her maid skin, which can be found on the wiki~

Enjoy~

Bertin Special

Paperwork, ever the bane that it was, seemed to be in plentiful supply today.

The Commander naturally found himself having to deal with it, filing through sheet after sheet even as the pile grew taller and taller to the point it began to sway dangerously in the slightest breeze. Even those that brought the next bunch from the mail eyed the towering pile dubiously, though none offered to help, perhaps also too intimidating by the monstrous stack.

Sighing at that the Commander stood up and took the next sheet off the top and ran his gaze through it, truthfully skimming most of the finer details before signing off on it and going to the next one. No matter how speedy he worked however he was alone today, his secretary Émile Bertin having taken the morning off with a promise to be back by the afternoon. A glance at his watch told him it was only eleven; leaving him to suffer for a number of more hours until her merciful return.

And then as if summoned by his thoughts, the Commander heard a cheerful, ever-uplifting voice echo from the hallway downstairs. ''Darling~!''

The Commander perked up, a relieved smile lighting up his face as light footsteps hurriedly ran up his stairs – before soon the doors to his office burst open with an enthusiastic push, revealing the beaming form of Émile Bertin, her long blonde hair having its distinctive wavy curls and falling over her energetic visage and down her back. Unlike every other time he'd seen her however she'd discarded her usual outfit, and replaced it instead with a light-blue maid outfit with plenty of white frills, a pair of neat white gloves hugging her lithe hands too. His gaze fell to her long legs, noting the striped-blue thigh-highs and matching blue shoes.

''Woah, uh...'' The Commander stood up from his seat to greet her. ''You look great, Émile. What's the occasion?''

Émile giggled. ''Nothing in particular~ Just felt like dressing up today - how's it look, by the way? Fantastique~?''

''Fantastic.'' He agreed, approaching her and giving her forehead a kiss – dusting her cheeks pink from the act. ''I always knew you'd look good in a maid outfit.''

''Aw, thank you~'' The cruiser giggled and pecked him on the cheek. ''You need help with work, yes? Maid Émile is here to help then, hehe~!''

The Commander chuckled a thanks and handed off part of the stack to his loyal 'maid', the blonde taking the intimidating pile with a bright smile – not hesitating to help him out.

X-x-X

Well over a few hours passed, and with Émile Bertin's dutiful aid they actually got through the monumental stack quite quickly, scribbling down signatures and signing off on this and that with a speed that came with working together.

When lunch rolled around Émile played the part of a maid, smiling cheerily as she brought him a tray of a tea, biscuits and sandwiches, gracefully pouring the tea and containing her cheeriness long enough to roleplay as a maid. The Commander himself found himself liking it; both seeing Émile enjoy pretending to be a maid... and also seeing her in a maid outfit in the first place.

It didn't hurt that she unintentionally teased him just by wearing the outfit. From leaning forwards a bit and giving him a generous view of her cleavage, to bending over the other way and allowing him a peek up her skirt – making a mental note that she was wearing white today as opposed to blue. When she raised her arms and bounced in joy her bust jiggled and when she smiled she looked so immensely cute he had to resist the urge to tackle her to the floor and kiss her senseless, something he was sure Émile wouldn't really mind him doing.

Thus, after simmering on those thoughts for several hours, the Commander soon reached his breaking point when Émile meandered over to his side.

''Commander, these four documents require your signat- ure?!''

A squeal of surprise fled Émile's lips as he took her by the hips, pulling her down onto his lap. The cruiser blushed a rosy hue and tried to pout at him, but one look at his smiling visage made Émile break out into senseless giggles – the blonde leaning in and pecking his cheek. He kissed her cheek back, tempting her back in; and soon the two of them were in a full-blown make out session, her hands cupping his cheeks and her lips making contact with his own.

Moaning softly against his lips Émile mashed her lips with his, holding, then drew back for a quick gulp of air before kissing him again, this time with a slight tilt to her head. The Commander groaned into the passionate kiss, one hand on her lower back and the other rubbing her thighs as she sat sideways on his lap, daringly creeping his hand up her dress. Something that Émile soon felt, mewling and pushing his hand away from her thighs.

''Mm- Commander, that- ah~'' Émile broke away from the kiss only to moan when he kissed her again, distracting her briefly before she leaned away from his smooching lips. ''We're at work, you can't touch me ther- Mm~''

Another kiss silenced her, and with a teasing smirk on his lips the Commander slipped his hand up her left thigh, drawing her hand towards it – only to then sneak his hand past hers and cup her clothed crotch, eliciting a startled gasp from Émile as he did something so bold. She tried to pout but once again failed, this time as he kissed her ear; whispering soft nothings into it and sending pleasant shivers up her spine.

''It'll be fine.'' He assured her, smooching her ear. ''And besides, you're my maid today aren't you? And maids do what they're told~''

Émile Bertin giggled bashfully. ''Hehe, well, I suppose you're right... Master~''

The Commander let out a playful growl and claimed her lips in another kiss, muffling Émile's delighted moan. A moan that only grew deeper when he sneaked one hand under her white panties and stroked her slit, running his fingers along her lower lips and spreading them apart only to release them, simply teasing her with the motion. Émile paid him back however, the cruiser far from submissive as she felt about his crotch until she found his zipper; roughly tugging and yanking it down until she could wiggle her hand inside and grope at his swelling cock.

Breaking off the kiss the Commander responded by diving down, shoving his face into her cleavage. Émile moaned in surprise and tilted her head back to give him more room, her right hand fumbling up and tugging her dress down – and with a bit of a bounce her soft, plump breasts jiggled free, no bra to contain them. The realisation she wasn't wearing one earned a growl of lust from the Commander and he greedily pushed his face against her tits, kissing the top of her breasts with loving lust.

''Mm, ah... ohh...'' Émile moaned softly, quivering when his fingers rubbed circles on her pussy. ''Oh, Master... your fingers feel- e-eek!''

A slight squeal escaped the maid-cruiser as his fingers plunged into her pussy, curling slightly and pushing around her hot insides. Her squeal was fast to trail off into a softer moan, pleasure written across Émile's flushed visage as he started fingering her with one hand on her back and cradling her to his chest, allowing him to lift his head and claim her lips in a kiss. Paying him back Émile managed to tug his cock out of his boxers and started to stroke it, palm sliding over the head of his shaft several times.

''Ah... M-Master...'' Émile breathed against his lips. ''I-I'm the one supposed to be making you feel good, not the other way around...''

The Commander shivered at her slow, whining tone and responded by whispering into her ear. ''Why don't you get on the floor then?''

Émile Bertin blushed at the not-so-subtly suggestion and giggled bashfully, one hand tugging on his wrist. Humming the Commander withdrew his fingers from her pussy and slid his hand out of her underwear, allowing Émile to shift off of his lap and slide down onto the carpeted floor, kneeling in front of him. The Commander grew rock-hard at the sight, not helped by the fact Émile had to sit partially under his desk. A little fumbling from him helped get his belt and pants down to his knees, pulled further down to his shins by Émile herself.

''Ooh~ Someone's excited today~'' Émile cooed at the sight of his cock, poking it. ''Aren't you a little sore, little guy~''

Émile then leaned in, cooing. ''Don't worry, I'll kiss away all~ the pain~''

Following up on her cooed words Émile leaned in, her hot breath washing over the tip – before she planted a loving kiss on the tip of his cock. At the sound of his groan Émile giggled, kissing just under the head and licking it with her tongue, said tongue helping guide the tip into her mouth; a muffled moan reverberating from Émile's throat as she began to suck on the head of his dick, her tongue teasingly stroking and swirling around the tip.

And then with a wet gulp she took him in deeper, head tilted slightly to the side as her lips ran down his cock, taking two-thirds of his length into her mouth at once. Pursing her lips around his length she sucked back up to the tip, preluding the many more sucks that would follow the first. The blonde beauty bobbed her head rhythmically, sucking gently on the way up and humming on the way back down; one hand coming up to tuck some hair out of her face.

''Mm... ah...'' The Commander panted, shuddering as Émile bobbed her head with punctuating wet slurps.

Laying a hand on her head the Commander ran a thumb along her forehead, keeping her hair out of her face and leaving it bare to him – giving him a good view of his cock disappearing between her pinkish lips. Émile smiled at that, gazing into his eyes even as she went deeper; wet grunts escaping her as she deep-throated him repeatedly.

''Mhk, kh, ghk, Mmph~'' The cruiser tilted her head slightly, flashing him a cheeky smile as she swirled her tongue around the tip.

Moaning at the feeling the Commander pushed her down deeper, feeling her lips wrap around the very base before she slurped back up to the tip-

-when at that moment he heard steps outside – and the office doors opened.

''Commander, I've brought more paperwork.'' Rodney cheerfully waltzed into the room, a stack of papers in her hands.

''O-Oh!'' The Commander stiffened in more ways that one, his left hand holding Émile's head and pushed her down whilst his other hand leaned forwards on the desk, plucking his pen up. ''Thanks Rodney.''

''It's no trouble~'' The Battleship cheerfully chirped, approaching.

The Commander did his damnedest to keep a straight face, twitching when Émile slowly sucked up his cock – letting out a small wet suck sound. Rodney didn't hear the sound, eyes briefly shut as she smiled warmly at him, leaning forwards. In the process she unintentionally gave him a good look at her cleavage, tempting him to look down to avoid staring... only to then stare down into Émile's eyes as his lover gave him head, her lips pursing snugly around his cock as she slurped back up to the tip.

''Hm?'' Rodney paused, looking around. ''Did you hear something, Commander?''

''N-No?'' He coughed to hide a groan. ''You're not hearing things again are you? You said that last time you came into my office.''

''To be fair this room has a history of water leaks.'' Rodney defended herself with a pout, glancing at the ceiling. ''It leaks a lot and we've had a good amount of rain recently...''

Pleasure spiked up his cock and he hissed, his orgasm nearing. ''Y-Yeah, good point...''

''Hm... maybe we should contact HQ to see about fix-''

Just then Émile took his cock fully into her mouth, lips surrounding the base and pressing down on his length, giving it a wet suck – and making him orgasm. He gritted his teeth and leaned forwards, pushing his face into his arm with a strained groan; his left hand pushing Émile's head all the way down his throbbing cock and making her swallow every subsequent rope of cum, her gulps mercifully muted by his own groan.

''C-Commander?'' Rodney seemed startled by his sudden action. ''Are you alright?''

''Y-Yeah. Just some stomach pain.'' The Commander forced himself to lean upright, rocking his hips on instinct and gently face-fucking Émile. ''Émile went to get medicine for it. I'll be fine. If that's all though, you're- Mn, dismissed.''

Rodney gave him a concerned look, but had no reason to stick around – and thus with a 'get well soon' Rodney departed the office, the doors clicking shut behind her. Only once he heard the Battleship trudge down the stairs did he loosen his hold on Émile Bertin's head; eliciting a loud, wet gasp from his lover, preluding the stuttering cough as she caught her breath after deep-throating him for so long.

''K-Kuh... ahn...'' Émile wiped her lips dry with the back of her hand. ''Mm, that was close, wasn't it~?''

''Definitely.'' The Commander breathed, panting. 'I just came in front of Rodney of all people... thank goodness she didn't realise it, aha...'

Movement made him look down at Émile Bertin, his cheeks reddening as the busty blonde cruiser hopped to her feet – smiling teasingly at him as she stepped back and sat her butt on the edge of his desk. The Commander eagerly stood up, hands landing on her thighs and spreading her legs apart, leaving it up to Émile to lift her dress up and give him a view of her white underwear, a damp spot forming upon it. He tugged her underwear to the side with eager arousal, one hand dropping to his cock and guiding up to her slick pussy lips, rubbing the head against them, before he aimed lower – and then at last pushed in.

A low, hot moan tumbled out of Émile Bertin in response, his blonde maid tilting her head back – when he leaned in and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. Émile smiled into said kiss and threw her arms around him, moaning happily into his mouth as his erect cock sunk into her wet sex inch by inch, sinking in until his pelvis pressed against hers. With his entire length buried inside her he ceased moving momentarily, opting instead to focus on making out with the innocent vixen before him.

''Mmph- ah, Mm, oh~'' Émile let out little moans between each kiss. ''Mm, you can move Master~''

The roleplay only turned the Commander on more, and with a low growl of lust he obliged – rearing his hips back before plunging himself back inside, smacking his pelvis against hers. A soft, lilted moan arose from Émile before he muted it with another kiss, rocking his hips back-and-forth in a slow, steady rhythm, savouring the sensation of her gripping his cock. His hands moved onto the desk behind her, planting his palms firmly against it as he slid his girthy shaft into her over and over again.

Giggling Émile wrapped her legs around his waist then, pressing her heels against his ass and helping push him into her – tempting him to quicken his pace right off the bat. She clutched onto the back of his head with one hand, mewling into the subsequent deep kiss as he pounded her against the table, the loud wet claps of flesh only turning him on more. It felt risky, dangerous; Rodney had already walked in while he was getting a blow-job, who was to say that nobody would walk in while he was balls-deep in her?

''Mn...!'' The Commander shuddered in arousal at that, breaking off the kiss and instead pushing his face into Émile's neck, panting against her hot skin as he slid into her sex.

Émile moaned hotly at the feeling, her hands shifting and sliding across his body – when suddenly the Commander reached down and grabbed her ass with firm hands, lifting her up. Squealing in surprise Émile clutched onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her up, bouncing her a couple time until he got a good hold on her ass. Then without hesitation the Commander resumed thrusting, his cock sliding out of her slick sex only to plunge back in with a punctuating clap of flesh, her wet walls pressing down upon his intruding length.

Whining in pleasure Émile shifted in his grip, panting as she brushed her lips against his, and moaned as she sealed their lips together in a deep, hungry kiss, both of them making out even as he plunged into her tightening tunnel. Groaning back with equal lust the Commander carefully stepped back until his thighs hit his chair, allowing him to sink down into it and prompting Émile to shift her legs into position, panting and shaky with mounting lust – before with a moan she started to ride him herself, working her hips with eager up-down bounces.

''Mn!'' The Commander moved his hands to her waist, helping her ride him – only to then move both hands up to her tits, squeezing them with a moan.

Émile's own sweet moan answered him, her breathing hot and heavy against his chin as she leaned in, trying to kiss him but too low on air to – forced to gasp more in more sealing their lips together a moment later. When one of his hands came down and playfully smacked her ass Émile's voice rose in pitch, her inner walls clenching around his cock ever-so-snugly, pushing him to his limit-

''Mn~!''

-when Émile reached her limit, a violent shudder lancing through the blonde cruiser as she orgasmed. In the heat of her climax Émile bucked and rocked her hips with a feverish, gasping moan, pleasure lancing up her spine. The Commander gritted his teeth and bucked his hips up, thrusting his cock up into her tight, quivering sex – until at last his own orgasm washed over him, a throaty moan tumbling out of his throat as he shot his load inside her; the sensation of his hot load splattering within her making Émile seize up.

''M-Mn...!'' The blonde remained tense, shudders and spasms convulsing through her, until after several intense seconds she relaxed with a breathless mewl.

The Commander agreed with the sentiment, shuddering in silent bliss as he felt her walls clamp and grip his cock, her body warm against his own. For a minute they sat like that, his dick still hard within her clenching vice, disturbed only when Émile finally found the energy to lift herself off – moaning sweetly as his cock slid out of her creampied slit, cum drooling out of her folds the moment his cock was out. The erotic sight held the Commander's attention even as Émile climbed off his lap, twisted around... and then bent herself over his desk.

''Wanna go another round, Commander~?'' Émile cooed teasingly.

The Commander readily agreed, rising to his feet and getting behind her. Émile helpfully lifted her skirt up, cooing as she wiggled her hips to tease him, her own cheeks growing rosy when she caught him stroking himself off to the sight of her rear. He ceased a moment later, aiming his cock at her folds...

...right as the door opened, and Nelson walked in.

''Commander, Rodney forgot some documents and asked me to bring 'em here before I... take them back... to the... archives...'' The blonde trailed off as she caught them in the act.

Utter silence fell over the room, both staring at one another in shock – Nelson's face growing redder and redder.

''...mind giving us a few minutes?'' The Commander slowly asked.

''...y-yes...'' Nelson squeaked the words out, backing out of the room. ''S-S-Sorry for interrupting...''

With nigh-luminescent cheeks Nelson rather meekly exited, shutting the doors behind her with a click.

''Hah... well, that killed the mood, didn't it?'' Émile sighed, standing up. ''Mn, oh well~''

The blonde then spun, a bright smile lighting up her face before she pecked his cheek – whispering into his ear. ''I'll go get cleaned up; have fun with work till then~''

The Commander could only groan and tuck his cock away, satiated with a whispered promise for more fun at nightfall.

[END]

A/N: Originally this was also supposed to include a titfuck under the desk (based on some easy-to-find Danbooru images) but I got the idea of a stealth-orgasm/hidden-orgasm, so went with that instead since it flowed so well~

Hope you enjoyed~