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Hi Having the same job as your lover can come with many pros and cons. In this situation, you didn't know if it was either. Well, if you had to choose, you'd probably say pro. You're currently being face fucked in Mikey's office, underneath his desk, with 2 of his gang members in there. You didn't know if they could see or hear you but judging from their conversation, you were hidden and silent enough. "Show me the number on your phone." Mikey said. "Right, let me just pull it up real quick." Mikey glanced down at you while they were looking on their phones, he did a small groan when he saw your face. You had tears in your eyes and you were playing with yourself. "Boss? You good?" One of them asked, hearing the noise he made. "Yes, I'm fine. Now show me." They nodded and showed whatever was on their phones. Mikey reached over his desk but while he was doing so, he quickened his pace, fucking your mouth harder. You gripped his thighs hard, him giving a slight hiss. "We'll come back when we have more data. One of them said. Mikey nodded, and the two guys walked out the door. Mikey looked down at you and smirked.
"You almost got caught, and by the looks of it, you wanted to get caught, didn't you?" He asked. He pulled his dick out of your mouth, giving you a chance to speak. Instead, you use that time to catch your breath. He grips you by your hair. "I asked you a fucking question. Answer me." "Yes I..I wanted to get caught sir." You said, panting. He chuckles. "Stand up." He commands. You obediently stand and wait for his orders. He eyes your naked body up and down. "Ride my thigh." He said, patting it. You listened and sit your bare cunt onto his thigh. You start rocking your hips back and forth. Your moans slowly got louder and you moved your hips faster. As soon as you were about to reach your high, Mikey stops you. "Stop." He said, slapping your ass. You were trying to stop yourself but the slap he gave you made you even more aroused. "I said stop you dumb slut." He said, slapping your ass again, this time pulling the back of your hair. You stopped, realizing that if you didn't, you would be punished. Despite the grip on your hair that you loved and the stinging sensation on your ass, you eventually stopped. You whimpered and look him in the eye. "Please sir...need you." He laughs. "Me? Or my dick?" He scoffed. You didn't know if that was a question you should've answered, so you just begged instead. "Please fuck me, I'll be good." Mikey picks you up by your hips and sits you on his dick, all in an instant. You moaned loudly at the sudden movement. "Move your hips. If you do a good job, I'll fuck you on my desk." You slowly move your hips. Soon, you asked for his help, him picking you up and laying you on his desk. He thrusts into you, causing you to give a loud moan. "Shut up, you're too loud." He said, taking off his tie and putting it around your mouth. The inability to talk made you shiver with excitement. No words could be made out from the tie blocking your mouth. He couldn't hear you saying "yes" and "harder." "Hm? You want me to go slower? I can do that." He said, chuckling. He knows you don't like it slow, he just wants to tease you. He immediately slows down, and leans over to you pin your arms against your head. You tried to tell him to stop and go faster but he wasn't listening. He looks down at you, and smiles. "You seem to not like it like this. Want me to fuck you until you're crying? Hm little slut?" You quickly nodded, hoping he would understand. He let's go if your wrists and starts pounding into you. You moan even louder, putting your hands on his chest. "Fuck you feel so good...such a good little whore for me." He said, fucking you even harder. Your arms slowly fall from his chest, being too fucked out and weak. All you could do was moan and take the pleasure he was giving you. "I'm about to cum...cum with me, now." He ordered you. You both on cue cum at the same time, nothing but moans being heard. "Don't think we're done now." He reaches over and opens a drawer from his desk, taking out a gun. You flinched when you saw it. "Don't worry, safety's on." He said, reassuring you. You nodded. He circles the gun around your clit, moaning and wriggling your hips. "Stop it, or I won't fuck you with it." You obeyed him, and waited for him to put it in. He circled it some more, teasing you. Eventually, he shoves it in you, making you shiver. "Tst, what a slut. Can't believe you're getting off to a gun. Pathetic." He said, shoving it in and out at a faster pace. "Please...cum." "Me? Cumming? I don't think I understand." He said, laughing. He fucks you faster with the gun. "Can I cum please...please?" You begged. He laughed and didn't say anything, letting the gun do all the work. "Cum, now." And you released over it, panting. He takes it out and caresses your face. "You okay?" He asked you.
