Travelling for work, you never know what kind of internet access you’ll have or if you can trust who’s monitoring it. It pays to have a “wank bank” of porn on a UBS key for those lonely nights when you’re in the hotel room, alone, and you can’t sleep. Me, I’m a little old school: images not video. Amature not professional. Mature not nubile. Tumblr accounts that hoovered up postings couples made, posts of photos taken during semi drunken encounters or fantasy fulfilment escapades always turned me on. The cuckold husband. The hotwife. The old friends who decided life was boring, youth has escaped them and reputation be damned they were going to have fun and show the world what they were capable of. I had my favorite accounts, kept them up to date, knew the ones that were trusted by those who made content and those who craved it. I would scan through them, imagining myself amongst the action. Being the stunt cock in the mix, there for the fun but a side attraction for the main event that was hedonism and infidelity in action.
I focus on faces; you can tell when someone’s enjoying themselves and when someone’s there to make someone else happy through how they’re smiling or groaning. You can see it in their eyes. Great tits are great tits and a stem shot of a cock halfway in a moist red pussy is always a hit but if there’s a smiling face in the shot as well, then there’s something extra to it. It’s mostly blondes. Many over 40. After half an hour or so of clicking through repeated images they can blend into one another which is why I had to stop and go back one.
The shot was side on and from the look of the decor it was recent. Definitely a hotel room, you could tell by the back of the door. The electrical sockets said it was probably US. The hair wasn’t quite right though. But the face and the eyes were uncanny. No other shots on my USB key, or they were mixed in with thousands of others.
A reverse google image search and there’s a series of shots on another tumblr. Someone’s playing cameraman. Two very average looking guys fawning over a progressively undressing blonde. Cheap champagne. Red solo cups. Toasts to the night ahead. A bra undone and laid aside. Cocks are out and it’s double BJ time. But still no clear face shot. The room obviously got more intense; well engineered camera angles start to give way to shots taken in the heat of the moment. A rush to capture tongues licking cock heads leads to a sideways glance. A head being thrown back in reaction to a finger or two sliding inside. Being fucked from behind while guy #2 wanks beside you waiting his turn and there’s a smile to the cameraman.
It’s difficult being an EA to a senior executive, you’re part of the team but you’re always seen as a side player. You’re quiet in the office but I know you’re always up for a drink when the day is done. You always talk about your kids, now grown, and the weekend’s BBQ’s and bike rides with hubby. But here you are, my boss’s assistant, leaning backwards with your legs spread wide riding one cock, another one in your hand pulling it towards your mouth. Sweat progressively messing up your hair. Your skin becoming redder and redder around your chest as you fuck harder and harder. Your nipples rock hard as you suck one cock, ride another and what appears to be reaching out to stroke the cameraman.
With a smile on your face you hold your labia open while one guy, motivated by the sight of your amazing vagina, jerks himself to completion and cums all over your pussy. With semen splayed across your neatly trimmed bush, guy number #2 steps forward and shoots a massive load over your tits as you hold them up, almost willing them to be glazed with cum. The smile at the camera and as you lift one breast to lick what must be still warm ejaculate from your tits. The rope of cum now hanging from your chin.
It’s clearly you.
It takes about a week but we’re all talking about our upcoming weekend plans after a meeting. Kids off to school sporting events for some. Museum for another. A winery trip that everyone oooh’s and aaah’s about. “Nothing crazy for me”, I say, “I’m still here next week so a weekend away from home again. Might just stay in my hotel room and drink cheap champagne from a red solo cup.”. Everyone laughs at my self effacing summary of the life someone who travels for work. You don’t. You freeze and look at me and I smile ever so slightly at you. You know the jig is up. You know what I’ve seen.
And you smile back.
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