There is non-consent, blackmail, lesbian strap-on, voyeurism, forced oral, and swallowing semen and piss. If you don't like that, or don't like degraded women, skip this story please.
Nightshift
There was a red light starting to blink. Peter Peterson looked at the clock hanging right above the door. "Damn, couldn't that happen an hour later?" he asked into the silence.
Pressing a button, he brought the camera feed to the big main screen of his surveillance room. It took him a while to understand the pictures he saw. Without his eyes leaving the scene, his fingers reached for the button to activate the sound for that feed.
"What if someone comes, Belinda?" Robertha from Accounting asked breathlessly.
"The only one coming that late is you babe, when my strap-on does its magic!" Belinda, as in the daughter of the boss, Belinda Jennings, panted excitedly.
Good thing this is super old software and hardware. I just copy the footage later and overwrite the tape with noise.
He continued to watch the two women. Belinda had thrown Robertha with the back on the table and ripped her tights and panties from the beauty. She spread the pussy lips with both her hands, and let her tongue dance over the clitoris of the black-haired young accountant. The footage wasn't well enough for him to see if she had shaved her twat or not, but he would make sure to check it out the coming days.
The prissy redhead Belinda wore always wide pants, and Peter found out just why as she pulled them down and a strap-on almost the size of his own boner sprang out its confinement and was shoved relentlessly into the needy pussy.
Robertha arched her back and gasped a loud "Yes, yes, fuck my miserable pussy, mistress!"
"Take my hard cock, cunt!"
"Yes, oh god, harder, harder..."
Robertha's whimpering got more and more urgent and Peter stroked his hard cock faster and faster. Just as Robertha and Peter were about to come, Belinda pulled out.
Belinda stood there, panting. Her hand grabbed her strap-on at the balls and Peter could hear a powerful humming. Robertha's hands moved to rub her clitoris to get the needed release.
"Don't you dare touch your cunt, you miserable slave. Or do you crave your proper punishment so badly?" Belindas hard voice came through the speakers, and Peter's boner throbbed.
"Wow, what a bitch!" he exclaimed.
Belinda took a step forward and her knees became weak. The strong humming surely had a strong effect on the redhead. When she reached Robertha, she pulled her up, using her tie and pressed her lips on the woman's mouth. Peter could only imagine how their tongues moved. The redhead had her hands on the ass and pressed the crotch against her hard, vibrating cock. They started to move their hips, rubbing themselves and their moaning became louder and louder.
Suddenly, Belinda turned the black-haired beauty around and bent her over the table. He saw that some shiny liquid was rubbed over the artificial boner and then, she placed it at the ass of Robertha.
"
In the ass? That's getting better and better
." he thought and licked his lips in anticipation.
The moment the tip touched the sphincter, Robertha's back arched and she cried out "Not in the ass mistress, please! Not in the ass!", but the artificial man piece was rammed in one swift motion deep inside the woman's back entrance. Belinda started to hammer into the ass before her. Robertha on the receiving side wiggled her butt frantically to lessen the pain of the penetrating toy. It wasn't long before both women had a hard, and loud, orgasm. Peter came with them. His thick white spurts hit the big surveillance screen.
For a moment he enjoyed the deep satisfaction he felt. But then, he took a look at the clock and got hectic. He had barely 25 minutes to clean up the mess and to replace the tape. No time for copying and overwriting. But then, they replaced defective tapes all the time, so he would get away with that.
His replacement, Norman, was late, so he even had some time to get the silly grin out of his face before Steven came in with a mumbled "Sorry".
He went to the parking lot and got into his old van. He turned his keys, and the car shook as the V8 came to life. He had just fastened his seatbelt and leaned back. "Did that really happen? God, I have to make sure I've them really on tape!"
He put his automatic to drive and the powerful motor pushed him slowly forward to the street.
"Barney's Pawn shop!" he said out loud. Old Barney would have the old players needed to make a more modern digital copy.
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Peter was deep in thought as he walked toward the office building. His attempts to get anything out of the old tape hadn't worked out. The old tape had lost so much from the original feed, that one wasn't even able recognize the voices, let alone see more than a few moving pixels. He had been quite disappointed about that. But then he was sure, that the women frequented that room quite often and he was positive to have other chances.
As he entered the building, the old Janitor Herman Rooster passed by.
"Hey, Herman, you've a minute?" Peter asked.
"Sure boy, what is it?"
"The camera in the printer's closet on the second floor, did you repair it?"
"Yes, boy. And not for the first time. I swear, if I ever catch the bastard who breaks it, I'll rip him a new one!"
"So, it happens regularly?"
"It never stays in working condition long. That's why I waited so long to repair it again," Herman grumbled.
"You know, why not place a cam in the corridor in front the room instead? It only has one entrance, so if something happens in there, the culprit is on tape nonetheless."
"You might be onto something there, boy. Next time I'll try that! No, you'll have to excuse me, have to do some work."
"Sure thing, Herman. Take care!"
When he relieved Jeff Saunders that day, he checked the tapes to see if Jeff might be aware of the room's secret purpose. He wondered for a moment why nothing had happened in the past days, but then he found out that Belinda had been on some business trip with her dad and wouldn't be back for another 2 or 3 days.
Deep in the night, Peter pulled the fuse for the surveillance equipment of the level the room was on, and replaced it with an old defective one. Then he followed protocol: In case of a failure, he was required to go down and take a personal look. He made a show of it, as he walked the way to the elevators, went the 3 stories down and vanished into the no longer covered area.
His hand brushed over the table; Robertha had been pressing her breasts against. He imagined her, laying on the back, the legs spread wide and her glistening slit ready for his cock. His hand moved down and he grabbed his boner through his pants. He licked his lips.
"Where to place my cams?" he asked himself. Turning around, he searched for places where they wouldn't be found, but still delivered nice pictures of the action on that table. One after another, he hid them. A quick check showed that all 10 of them were working and had a decent picture. This time he was prepared; they were all equipped for dim light conditions. "
This time, I'll have them
!"
As he left the room again, the old "camera secured room" sticker at the door caught his eye. He replaced it with a new one he found in the janitor's closet. "
Have to make sure, Belinda breaks the cam before using the room again
."
Back at his console, he opened the app on his mobile and checked the quality of the feed. "
The quality of those cams is astounding
," he thought. He leaned back and envisioned the material he'd soon have in his hands. Just thinking about Robertha's erect nipples in HD made him hard.
"Anything special tonight?" old Norman asked when he entered.
"Nah, nothing special. That's, the equipment in the second floor is out again," he replied truthfully.
"Have you tried changing the fuse? Last time it was blown."
"I thought about checking, but then I saw that we have no replacement left."
"Damn, then I've to go down there every hour?" and one could hear how little he cared for that extra exercise.
Unexpected
Just as he had anticipated, when he came to his shift later that week, the surveillance camera had been damaged again. And, oh wonder, when he checked the recordings in the cloud, he could see Belinda taking care of it all by herself. And yet another day later, he watched the first high resolution recordings of Belinda.
"Come in here!" Belinda ordered with bossy voice.
"The cam is really out?" came a meek voice Peter didn't recognize. He leaned closer to his monitor and hit pause when a blonde with delicate face came into the picture, looking up to the broken camera to inspect the damage herself.
He looked at the still image and tried to remember where he had seen that elf-like face before. "
Cindy! That's Cindy! The personal assistant of the Boss himself
." Cindy was a sexy 19-year-old, Mister Jennings had obviously just chosen for her looks.
Belinda was excited. Peter could see her breasts rising and falling quite fast.
"Now let me show you, what you're missing out on, if you just let yourself get fucked by that old man, Cindy baby," she said in a raunchy voice, and stepped closer and her arms closed around the back of the young prey like a predator's mouth.
Peter swallowed hard. The way that bossy lesbian handled her prey was something else. Cindy leaned against the big, soft chest of the larger woman. Then Belinda's hand grabbed the long blonde hair and pulled the head back until the smaller woman looked straight upwards. Peter saw her swallow hard and he did the same. Belinda's head came forward and she opened her mouth for a kiss. The reluctant secretary looked surprised as the redhead just pushed her tongue past her lips and the jaw used the weakened defense to force the mouth open for a long and passionate kiss.
"
What was that
