Sally Greens kissed her husband on the cheek and waved as he left to continue his hard work. It wasn't easy being VP of a 200 million dollar company, but his paycheck allowed for his wife to essentially lounge around for as hard as she wanted. All the woman had to do was dress pretty for when he came home and tell the servants what to do as they came in to tidy up the place so often.
Unfortunately, today was going to be different. The woman walked around in her "royal purple" nightgown and heels after making sure she was all dolled up before 9:30 when the first workers came to the home. If there was one thing the wife looked to do, it was look at herself in the mirror as she took so much time properly getting dolled up to the nines. It especially paid off when her light brownish skin remained perfectly smooth. Not to mention her large chest managed to get eyes on her at all times if they weren't already fixated on her light brown eyes and silky brown hair that stretched down below her shoulders.
There was something odd happening from the start. Only 2 of the workers came in at 9:30 without a notice or anything. They seemed to be largely standing around and talking to each other. Sally tried not to think much about it until she saw the remaining 2 workers stepping into the home. One of them with a wine bottle in their hand and strolling as if they weren't an hour late.
The woman quickly walked out feeling somewhat annoyed. "Um, excuse you. What is this?" She says with a slight scowl that is hidden in her almost enchanting voice. Sally wasn't a singer, but she could have been one if she ever became serious about it.
Ernest, the one who came late and wasn't casually getting drunk, gave her a smirk. "Not sure. Can I have a raise, Princess?" He asks in such a calm manner even if he knows what her answer is going to be. He took a good look at that married woman.
"No. Now get to work. If you're this late again, I will tell my husband. Got it?" She says turning slightly red even if she tries to keep her friendly smile.
"Well, I got it. I just didn't care. I want a raise." He says adamantly. Ernest was a strong worker who usually kept his head down around Sally and did what he was told. Not anymore. He stared deep into her eyes.
"Excuse you!" Sally asks in a bitter stare, balling up her fist. "Apologize or you're going to be finding a job somewhere else!" She says, losing her smile at that moment.
"Or, I can tell everyone what you did on October 23rd, 2018.." He says with a genuine and rather cocky look on his face. Meanwhile, Sally's pupils seemed to expand in fear, realizing what had happened. She couldn't even figure out how someone like him learned about the event, but she was feeling increasingly nervous.
"You're not serious.." Sally says with the tension in her fist moving to her chest as she feels the panic increasing. Either she was going to lose control of her workers or lose everything overnight.
"Yeah. Prison for life is the least of your concerns." Ernest insists happily, feeling much better about the world today.
"Okay. Fine...you can get a raise, but can you please just show up to work on time?" She asks trying to just move on from such a dark subject and have an easy way out.
"I will be showing up on time for sure. I would never miss quality time with you. Especially when you're going to be taking good care of my dick in the morning, right bitch?" He asks with his time only sounding more brash over time.
"I-I...I am married." The wealthy wife responded, but still took a glance at his dirty working jeans between his legs.
"Not if this ends up on the news." The man says happily.
"Look...I...I just need you t-" Sally spoke in a choppy manner before being interrupted.
"Get the fuck on your knees." The Latin-American man barked out unapologetically. None of the other workers knew what the two were talking about. Instead, they just watched their boss slowly slipping down to her knees and watched as that massive, veiny cock was freed from his pants and slapped her face. She turned bright red, taking in that heavy scent while the tip pushed against her lips. Not even two minutes went by and her reputation was already down to the floor in front of her workers as she reluctantly wrapped her fuckpillows around the head of the beefy shaft.
Sally looked like she was going to cry, but it didn't matter. The worker spat on her face and grabbed her by her hair as he just slammed away hard and roughly pounded it. Her confidence took a huge blow as there was no telling what was going to happen from this point on. He could be lying or have no proof about what happened, but the woman just couldn't take the chance as there was too much on the line.
Still, she gagged hard and struggled to take that powerful cock down her throat as he showed no mercy. All 3 workers were there now, watching the woman being used like a whore. Her pretty eyes made for a wonderful picture, especially with that girthy rod hammering her without a care in the world.
It took some time, but finally, she found herself getting used to the feeling and the taste of someone else pounding her without care. Once the dick started throbbing, he pulled free, causing Sally to put her hand up to protect her face and makeup, only for the man to grab her hand and shoot his heavy cumshots all over her diamond ring. From eavesdropping on one of her conversations before, he knew it cost hundreds of thousands of dollars now just to end up under some pig's thick, musky cum.
