Page 2 of Loving Leo

The chair squeaks as I put my other leg on the arm and hold my trembling legs up, so that the camera can get a good angle of my ass. My cock is leaking, one of my special talents is coming hands free. I mean I’ve worked at it, don’t get me wrong.

But practice makes perfect.

After several minutes, I start to feel my orgasm crest. I can’t make these videos too long because I don’t want to get caught. I need to finish this floor before a certain time and I don’t want anyone to find out what I’m really doing on my breaks.

Sadly, I need this job right now. Camming isn’t paying the bills yet.

I gasp at the pressure building inside me. My spine is tingling and my balls are drawn up tight. I close my eyes, really letting myself experience it. It’s what people love about my videos. How sensual they are, how realistic. There’s nothing rehearsed about them.

I want them to feel as if they’re here with me.

Suddenly, I hear a throat clear and my eyes pop open, my breath catching.

In the doorway is a man, a dark glower on his handsome face. Oh fuck, he looks like he’s walked right off the pages of a sports magazine. He’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and a thin shirt, still a little sweaty from a recent workout.

My cock jumps between my legs and I don’t know why, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. I mean, I should, but that prostate massager is working me into a frenzy and my dick is close to exploding.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, his voice dark and slightly angry.

“Um, just…oh god,” I moan, letting my gaze rove his sweaty, delicious body. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re in my chair,” he adds and I nod, swallowing roughly. This is not a wrinkly old man with bad ties and a monocle. This is a hot dude who can afford leather chairs.

I’m doomed.

“I know, but oh god, please. I’m almost done,” I reply, shameless. I should be apologizing and begging for forgiveness, but the way he’s looking at me is making my dick even harder. Jesus, where the hell has this guy been all my life? He’s a sex pot.

“Oh my god, why are you so hot?” I moan and then I gasp, my entire body tensing as my cum shoots out of me. It hits my bare chest and I let out a strangled moan.

The man is still in the doorway, his shoulders squared, his jaw set tight. Yeah, he’s not happy. Not happy at all, but it’s hard to be anything but elated right now. That was the hardest I’ve ever come. And he was not bad to look at while doing so. I mean, I even told him so.

He’s gotta be preening deep inside.

“Shit. Fuck. Sorry about that,” I manage to say when I finish and come down from thehigh of it.

I reach out and grab a tissue from my bag, mopping up the mess I made before turning my gaze to the man once again. I turn off the prostate massager and pull it from my hole, the man’s eyes flicking to it as I do.

“You’re in my fucking chair.”

I nod, feeling just a little ashamed for what I’ve done. I mean, I do have morals. And this was very wrong.

“Yeah, I really am sorry about that. Had to get content for my page,” I try and explain and then stand up, my ass peeling off the chair with a stickysqueeeeekkkk. I huff a nervous laugh and then wave my hand around. “Usually no one is here at this time.” I should probably shut my mouth and not talk too much about what I was doing. The man does not seem amused.

“SeemsI’mhere,” the man says and I glance at the name tag on his desk.

Heath Herold.

What a distinguished man with a fitting name.

If he was wearing a suit, I could totally see him in a board meeting talking numbers with big wigs.

“Yeah, like I said. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. I would have disinfected everything, and you’d never have noticed I was even here. But I can’t let a good shot go to waste. Honestly, you showing up in the background is gonna be gold.”

He cocks his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He pushes it back and then purses his lips.

“Are you not worried at all about getting fired if I report this?”

“I mean, yeah. Kinda. But you’re not gonna tell, right?” I mean, this isn’t that big of deal right? And I don’t know this guy. For all I know he could be lying about this being his office. I hold my head up high and try not to back down.

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