Choso Kamo

Choso was always a cold one. He never really showed much expression, always in his office, just doing whatever in god's name a CEO would do. I mean except checking up on the company and completing paperwork, you didn't know much about what he did.

Honestly when he started showing you emotion, affection, you thought it was puppy love. You really didn't expect him to actually like you. Except from the way he ogled at you from his office, not bothering to hide the way he was checking you out like you were a five-star meal, you didn't pick up any hint or anything.

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How'd you get there? No clue, but all you remembered is him asking you to come closer. Now you were bent over his desk, hands trembling as you looked at the scattered paperwork on the desk, pen barely holding up in your quaky fingers, your moans coming out slurred as his fingers thrust in your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet while he fucked you form behind like you were no more than a cock sleeve, a sex slave.

You could barely read what were on those goddamn sheets with every single thrust he inflicted on you, every harsh spank he'd deliver on you every now and then. It was honestly very overwhelming. It would've sounded like a fantasy, a wet dream to you. "I thought I told you to keep quiet." He said in a low voice, his breath hot against your neck. "Go ahead, finish up, slut." He added yet another harsh smack being delivered to your already red and swollen bottom.