The next thing that I knew was that I was hearing a clicking sound. As I started to wake-up I realised that someone was in the room. I didn’t want to panic so I opened my eyes a little to see who it was. It was a waiter, presumably the one who was bringing my sandwich, and he was taking photos of me with his phone. If I ‘woke up’ I knew that I’d get all embarrassed and there could be an ugly confrontation. If I pretended to still be asleep I could pretend that the whole thing wasn’t amateur happening. I close the latter and just lay there with my eyes shut. The camera kept clicking. For some weird reason I slowly moved my right hand to my pussy while opening my legs even wider. I started rubbing my clit; then moaning. Then I got zapped. I definitely wasn’t expecting it and I gasped quite loudly and opened my eyes wide. Then I heard the door shut. I Hardcore slowly opened my eyes and saw that tight I was alone. Had I dreamt it? I lay there wondering if I had; then I looked over to the table and saw a plate of sandwiches. I hadn’t dreamt it. I guess that the guy had knocked and not got an answer so he’d let himself in and seen me. The cheeky sod had then taken some photos of me while I was asleep. My stirring and rubbing my clit must have scared him off. I ate the sandwiches, cleaned my teeth, looked out of the window to see if there were any Mr’ Pervs girlfriend perky out there – 2 possible ones, squeezed the vibe out; then went and lay on the bed thinking that I must try to work out the heating in the room. I was asleep within seconds. I held a half empty can of soda in my thighs as I gave a last whiff on my cigarette. It was my second as I sat in the hall in front of the VHS rental shot. I had promised Matt we’d come together Friday after work but I wouldn’t risk him knowing my true intentions. Taking the name of the place out of him was hard enough, Matt knew how to be inconvenient sometimes. After some sweet talking he slipped it, Video Gallery. Finding the address on the White Pages was easy enough, and the place was as inconspicuous as the name implied: just a boring white on black logo on the facade with a single obscure movie poster on the front door. “Yes.” “I knew you would be about early”, whispered Dan, holding her naked shoulders and not even questioning her on her state of undress. And then the long strokes started. She watched as he started licking her clit, frantically pumping two fingers into girlfriend her young snatch as she squirmed with pleasure. I began to spew a huge load of hot seed into her beautiful cunt. My Hardcore futa-dick twitched and throbbed. The motel was nice, very clean and modern. She grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled my head back, forcing my spine into a painful arch of concavity, my breasts tight flattening against the glass, my pussy dripping its gratefulness between my legs. She said nothing as I pulled her arm into a changing perky cubicle. He unzipped his pants and fished out a long thick uncut pecker. “Did she? “You have unwittingly signed up to be one of these human toilets, and so it’ll be your duty to eat or drink whatever our customers amateur produce for you.