My billionaire boss saw my gangbang video

Mara My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to burst. “What if he’d already plugged it in?” “What if right now, while I sat here pretending to work, he was watching me on my knees, blindfolded, begging for more like some desperate stranger?” The loud thoughts made my stomach twist. I pictured his face the way it always was when he caught someone slacking. But this wasn’t a late report. This was me, raw and shameless, every moan and squirt captured in HD. If that video spread… my job, my reputation, everything I’d hustled for in this city is gone. I pressed my palms to my desk, trying to steady my breathing. And deep down, a tiny, stupid part of me wondered what he’d think when he saw it. Would he be disgusted? Or…? “Okay. Okay,” I breathed in and out. “Okay. You just go get it back.” “You go knock on his door and say you grabbed the wrong drive by accident, because people do that, it happens to normal people all the time, and you just…” I preached to myself. I

Mara I was supposed to be hurt. Clara’s voice was still ringing in my ears, “Your stupid staff doesn’t knock?” I didn’t move as I was startled at the sight before me while Marcus’ hard cock continued thrusting deep into her slick pussy as she arched her back on his desk. Her blonde head snapped toward the door, her fiery temperament flaring instantly. “And what the fuck are you still doing here, you worthless bitch?” And the smart thing, the dignified thing, would have been to sit in this toilet stall and feel exactly that. Hurt. Insulted. Humiliated. Yeah. I know. I’d seen it for maybe three seconds before I started backing out but three seconds was apparently enough for my brain to run the whole film on repeat. “God,” I breathed out through my teeth. But, the image of Marcus's thick cock plunging into Clara's wet folds refused to fade. I shouldn't have been turned on, not after being humiliated like that, but my libido surged traitorously, heat pooling between my thighs

Mara I stepped into that elevator thinking the worst part of my day was already behind me. God, was I wrong. My legs still burned from walking down seven flights because the main elevators were out. My face felt tight from forcing that blank expression after Clara’s little performance in Marcus’s office. All I wanted was to get to the parking lot, drive home, and pretend none of it had happened. Then the doors slid open on the seventh floor and there he was. A guy in gray overalls leaned against the side wall, toolbox by his boots, one hand holding the door open. He smelled clean, like soap and something faintly woody, not at all like the dusty repairmen who usually showed up. Tall, broad shoulders, short dark hair, and a face that looked like it spent more time smiling than fixing things. “Come on in,” he said, voice low and easy. “It’s safe. I just finished checking it.” I hesitated for half a second, then stepped inside. “Thanks. Long day?” “You could say that.” He let th

MaraWatching Marcus kiss Clara before we left the club, like she was the only person in the whole damn place hit me in a way I had zero right to feel. Jealous. Actually jealous. My stomach twisted as his hand cupped her face gently, thumb brushing her cheek while their mouths moved slow and familiar. I looked away too late. His eyes met mine across the room and something shifted in his expression.He said something quiet to Clara, then walked straight over to me. “The woman is my ex. Also a former contract girl. Also not entirely over me.” He spoke it plain, like he was reading off a note. “Put your coat on. We’re leaving.”I didn’t argue. I just followed him out, my body still buzzing from everything that had happened earlier.The drive to his place was quiet. When we got inside his apartment I realized how personal it felt. Nice furniture, soft lighting, nothing flashy. He poured me a glass of water without asking and handed it over. “You would need this.”“Thanks.” I took a

MaraI was still shaking on that velvet mattress in Marcus’s basement with a swollen and used pussy. My body felt wrecked in the best and worst ways, but little did I know that my mouth had other plans.Marcus stood there in the red glow of his basement swinging that thick gold dildo towards me like he expected me to say yes without thinking. I almost laughed, except nothing felt funny anymore.“Marcus, as much as I would like to play with you, I can barely catch my breath right now. Let me rest or better still, let it be another time.”He didn’t push. He just crossed the room and walked over to the mattress, lay down beside me, and pulled me close. We were both still sticky with cum and sweat, the smell of sex thick in the air even with the AC running. His arm draped over my waist like we did this every night. For a minute it felt almost peaceful.Then he started talking, voice low against my hair. “I know you’re a twin, Mara. I only found out after I had already slept with both of