Greg sat in his office smiling. He could not believe his luck. The 44 year old electrical contractor had been given the CCTV system by one of his customers. The installation of the cameras was easy. He and one of his electricians had mounted the five cameras up in the various areas of the office and had the entire system up and running in less than two hours. He had no idea the benefits that this thing would reap until now.
A ruggedly handsome man, Greg stood at 6'2" and weighed a very solid 210lbs. He had that sturdy blue collar build about him. He was muscular and strong, but not like one who spent his days in the gym. Rather his was work induced muscularity.
He shook his head and laughed. "Goddamn, this is fucking awesome." He mused. But the question was what to do with it. Obviously he would keep the recording, but 'there had to be something more' he thought to himself as the rubbed his course goatee. Then a big grin spread across his face and he leaned back in his big leather chair.
He reached down with his left hand and adjusted his rapidly thickening cock. "That's it baby, suck that boy's dick, you sexy little bitch!" He stared at the monitor on his desk. Since his divorce two years ago, Greg had fucked plenty of women, but there never seemed to be enough to sate his sexual hyper drive. And know he realized he had a little fuck toy right under his nose.
He didn't want to hire the girl initially, but his partner, Jerry, was pretty adamant about it. She was Jerry's wife's little sister and she needed a job. Greg finally gave in and gave her the job. All she really had to do was answer the phone and perform some minimal accounting functions. And here she was on his screen, kneeling down in front of her boyfriend in Greg's place of business on her lunch hour.
Greg continued to knead his thick meat through his jeans as he watched. There was no sound, but that didn't really matter at the moment. His eyes were glued to the petite 21 year old blonde as she sucked on her boyfriends cock. It was not overly large, but it was still fairly impressive Greg thought. And Tracy certainly seemed to know what she was doing. Greg could feel his cock thicken as he watched the boy give Tracy physical feedback by slapping his meat all over her gorgeous face.
It was well past 7pm at this point and there was no risk of anyone stopping by the office at this hour. Greg undid his jeans and slid them down around his ankles. He wrapped his fist around the base of his cock and casually slid it up and down as he watched the hot young couple. He smirked and leaned back in the chair as he stroked. He knew how to handle this. He knew just what he needed to do.
When he came in the next morning, Tracy was already at her desk. Greg eyed the young woman from head to toe as they exchanged pleasantries. Tracy was a naturally petite girl. Standing a mere 5'1" and weighing a perfect 100lbs, she had medium length straight blonde hair, and emerald green eyes. Today she wore a mid-thigh length, charcoal skirt, black 4" heels, and a crisp white blouse. The fullness of her ripe young breast could easily be ascertained as could the scalloped lace edge of her bra. Her legs were encased in dark hose, or 'maybe stockings', Greg silently wondered. And the heels really made her calves stand out. Already a very sexy and pretty young woman, Greg's new revelation made her that much hotter to the older man.
"Oh, okay. Well, I'll be here." She smiled up at Greg as he stood over her desk.
The day had been pretty uneventful. All of the jobs in the field were on schedule and even if not, Greg was more than a little preoccupied with his evening plans. As for Tracy, the office had been quiet as well. She had hoped that David, her boyfriend, would have stopped by again like he had yesterday, but he had several meetings across town that prevented him from fucking his hot girl. Tracy would be looking forward to feeling him pound her horny pussy tonight. Her sexual appetite was seemingly boundless. She could feel her pussy tingling in the confines of her panties as the thought of David's cock. A thick 7", he was the biggest of the 5 guys she had slept with. She loved to play with it and feel it get soooo hard for her. She reached down under her desk and slid her hand up her short skirt. Moaning softly, she dragged her fingertips over her encased crotch. "Mmmmm..." she purred. Pulling her hand back after only a few seconds, she violently shook her head and began to giggle. "Damn. So horny."
She was shaken from her reverie by the telephone. "Thank you for calling Stintson Electrical, this is Tracy, may I help you?"
"Tracy, it's Greg. Listen, hon, I need to go over a few things with you when I get back. I should be there, right around 5:45. Sorry for the short notice, but it couldn't be avoided." Tracy was immediately depressed. She didn't want to stay here one minute past 5:30 and now she was going to be here for who knows how long. But she was grateful for the job. She didn't argue. "That's okay, Greg. I understand. I'll see you then."
"Thanks, sweetie."
"Bye."
As Greg drove back to the office, he could feel his cock swelling in his jeans. His mind was already playing out all of the filthy scenarios. He squeezed the big cylinder that stretched down his thigh.
As he entered, Tracy was sitting at her desk surfing the web. Greg's eyes appraised the sexy little blonde once more. "Just give me a second and we'll get started." Greg told her as he passed and entered his office.
Once inside, he unlocked his desk and pulled out the DVD from yesterday's security camera. He inserted it in his PC and waited for it to cue up. He fast forwarded it to the part where David came in and began making out with Tracy. Greg paused the footage and then minimized the screen on the monitor.
He stepped into the doorway and called for Tracy. "Okay, hon. Ready if you are."
Tracy stood and straightened out her skirt. "Do I need to bring anything?"
"Nah, just you." Greg admired the outfit even more when she stood. The skirt was even shorter than he originally thought. It showed off a good portion of her thighs and conformed to her juicy ass. She looked professional, yet there was something sexy, almost secretly slutty lurking beneath her outward appearance. Greg eyed her hungrily as she walked towards him. "Come on in and have a seat." He motioned her into his office and towards one of the guest chairs.
Even in her heels, Greg towered over the girl. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." He thought to himself.
Once Tracy was seated, Greg walked around his desk and sat opposite her. He looked at her with a very serious face. Tracy was immediately nervous.
"Tracy, something has come to my attention that I think you and I need to discuss."
Tracy gazed at the man with an innocent, almost pouty face. "Yes, sir."
"First, I think you've done a great job since you've been here. I wasn't initially too keen the idea of taking on more personnel, but you have truly been a big help around here. Thank you."
Tracy sat up proudly. She smiled. "Thank you, I've really enjoyed it so far. Everyone's been real nice."
"That's good. But there is something not so positive that I want to talk to you about."
Tracy nodded silently.
Greg's stern tone made her very nervous. "Do you have any idea what I am talking about, Tracy?"
She shook her head. Her eyes looking down and then back up at him. "No. No, sir."
Greg leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Hmpf. No idea, huh. Well that's not good. Because if you don't know what you've done, then you probably don't see anything wrong with your behavior."
"Greg, I'm sorry, I, I don't know...."
"Stop!" He commanded her. Pausing, he stood. With her sitting, he seemed even taller, even bigger. It made her feel so small and subservient. Greg closed his office door with a deliberate action and locked it. "I'm going to tell you exactly what the fuck I am talking about young lady."
The emphasis he placed on the word "fuck" startled Tracy. She jumped at his rough tone.
"Saturday Rod and I installed closed circuit security cameras in the office, Tracy." He let his words sink in.
She looked up at him, still not sure what he was talking about. "You did?" Then suddenly it hit her. She looked up at the towering man like a whipped puppy.
"Yes. We did. Now did you think you might know what behavior I am referring to, Tracy?"
Tracy nodded as she looked down. "I think so."
Greg turned the monitor on his desk to face the two of them. He reached down to the key board and maximized the screen and started the video in one quick movement. Once the video began playing, Greg stepped back, making sure Tracy had a full view of the screen. He stepped behind her.
"There you are." He mocked. "And look, there's your little boyfriend."
