Andrew Peters loved wine... He loved money... Mostly he loved the power that came with being the figurehead of a prestigious firm dealing in rare vintages of wine for exclusive clients... It was safe to say he was in his prime and he knew it, nobody could say no to him, even if they tried.
Stacey Emerson hated him... As the office cleaner she was constantly overhearing his deals, his endless gloating about the woman he'd had and when he had gone home for the day she took out her frustration by having a large glass of Pinot Noir at his expense... He had bottles and there was always one open... It was always the vintage he used to impress new clients and it slipped down her throat just fine!
Andrew Peters noticed... Little did Stacey know that Mr Peters had a webcam hidden on the highest shelf of his bookcase, perfectly positioned to capture everything that went on when people thought his back was turned... Little did Stacey know he had all her indiscretions saved onto a flashdrive (and extra copies of course) proving her theft that over the year had amounted to thousands, he planned to get payment for that... Very soon!
Stacey Emerson had no idea...
(The following evening)
Stacey walked into Mr Peters office as usual around 6pm Friday evening and was alone as always (everyone finishes early on the weekend) and headed straight for wine glasses, it had been a long day, she only got paid minimum wage and bills seemed to be closing in on her, on top of that her car broke down and she had no idea how she had no idea how she was going to make ends meet... As the glass touched her lips she heard a chuckle, she looked around confused then saw Peters staring at her from the doorway, a predatory look in his eye, she knew she was in trouble and so did he.
Peters strolled towards Stacey; he could see that she was already trying to find an explanation, a way to control the situation but she would fail! As he got close he swerved to the side, instead carrying on to his desk... He pressed a few keys and the screen flashed on, and there forth played clip after clip of Stacey helping herself, each time stamped to prove just how much she had taken over the course of her employment.
Stacey panicked; she sunk straight down on her knees and started to cry... She could not afford to lose this job and she knew there was no way to explain herself, she felt a hand on her head and looked up, Peters looked down, that look still gleaming in his eyes... She knew what he wanted and she knew she was going to give it him... Her skin was crawling but she couldn't stop the shiver of excitement that ran through her as she reached for his belt and slowly eased his trousers to his ankles, she had always prided herself on being able to give great blowjobs but now she really had to shine, if she did a good enough job there maybe she could escape this little escapade going any further... She hoped...
Peters couldn't believe how easily she had given into to him, not a word had been spoken yet here she was sliding her tongue down the length of his hard cock... The look of defeat in her eyes and made him instantly ready for action, he expected there would be more fight in her later!
Stacey couldn't stop the growing wetness between her thighs, feeling Peters heavy breathing as she got to work was getting to her badly, she had tried to take things slow, teasing but he was too forceful for that, he grabbed the back of her head and had proceeded to pound his cock into her mouth whilst she tried to steal mouthfuls of air yet trying to get more of him inside her at the same time! Her hand snaked up and started massaging his balls, adding to the sensation, egging her on as she started to feel the telltale twitch, knowing that he was about to slide something very different than what she was used to down her throat!
Peters couldn't hold out much longer, he knew she was trying to get this over as quickly as possible but her mouth was beating his resolve... As he felt her hand start to massage him he knew he was going to blow it... And he did!
Stacey smile as she wiped away a creeping bit of cum from the corner of her mouth and stood up, confident, but that wasn't the plan... He calmly informed her that he had thoroughly enjoyed her mouth but that the night was not nearly over yet, she ran... She got about 2 meters away before he had her pinned to the wall, his fingers lazily gliding up her leg, she was going nowhere, if she did he was calling the police, if she complained... He was calling the police, if she dared to anything than fulfil her payment with the use of her body then he was calling the police.