Glory Hole Star to Boss' Pet Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Glory Hole Star to Boss' Pet Pt. 01

... sucked him, took him in the ass, sucked him again, thanked him and then went home smiling. He decided to make a separate profile for men, specifying his wants and was rolling in college ass whenever he wanted.

He KNEW Peter was a gay bitch. He couldn't explain how he knew, it was just a very strong feeling that defied the lack of any evidence. No doubt, he had tried to gather some, cyber-sleuthing and coming up empty handed. Unwilling to simply come onto him and cause a fracture which saw his last secretary bail, he sought proof instead.

Getting an extra key to Peter's room had been easy. His corporate card paid for it. They didn't bother to question the request at the front desk.

Following his text, he had watched from the hallway as Peter got on the elevator, entered his room and sent the second one letting him know he would be late.

Wilson fixed small hidden cams throughout Peter's room. One pointed at the bed from the TV, one in the light over the bed, and finally one above the shower. Voyeurism had been a relatively new fetish for him. A risky one for sure, but that just made it more exciting for him. In all, he had been there for less than 3 minutes.

Whistling as he entered his room, he thanked Peter for his patience.

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Peter did a double take as Wilson had just seemingly been walking the halls of the hotel in a robe. He guessed it wasn't THAT weird, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Wilson sat down and feigned interest in the ...

... documents he had Peter pull as a distraction.

"OK good, great. You did good today, know it's a lot, but we gotta keep up the stamina" he said, touching Peter's arm.

"Care for a drink before you head back?" He added.

And then it happened, all according to plan. He wanted to give his employee a little taste. A plausible slip.

Without waiting for Peter to inevitably decline the offer, he pushed back in his seat, straining his arms to fetch a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. The movement forced his robe to part and, since he ditched his boxers for the plan, his flaccid cock was on display for a few seconds.

His motion back to the table covered it back up, just as he had practiced and he did not acknowledge it or act any differently as he served them both a hearty pour.

"You want some soda or something as a mixer?"

Oh boy was Peter a ball of nerves. He had, of course, seen it. He liked what he saw. For all he knew, it had been an incredibly careless yet honest mistake. Composing himself best as he could, he accepted the soda and kept pace for the duration of the excruciatingly long encounter as he got tipsy.

Excusing himself, he went to relieve himself in the bathroom while Wilson quickly connected a contraption to Peter's phone, tapped a few keys on his laptop, and grinned as a confirmation light beamed. Everything was back in place by the time Peter meekly said he had to head back.

Wrapping up, Wilson gave him an extra bottle and some mixers in a bag to ...