Alone in the Viewing Room
I was house sitting for a friend who unexpectedly had to leave on business. He called me in a hurry asking if I could stay at his place while he had to leave for the East coast. He wouldn't be more than a few days. I agreed and arrived at his house an hour later. I reached to knock on the door just as Bill opened it. "Hello Jack, I was just leaving. Please, make yourself at home. I will be back in a few days. Sorry for the short notice. You are a lifesaver!" We shook hands, I wished him well, and proceeded into the front hallway, placing my bag next to the front door.
Bill was an old buddy from my childhood. We had stayed in touch throughout the years and even managed to become closer after college. Our careers placed us in the same area of Denver, Colorado - he a film editor and me a lawyer. Bill had done quite well for himself, landing final editing gigs on many blockbuster movies. As such, he built quite a home office complete with state of the art equipment. I welcomed the quiet getaway from my hectic law practice. I fancied what Bill did and was intrigued by all of the latest video equipment and software. Usually the section of the house where Bill 'worked' was kept behind a locked door; however, in his haste to leave he had forgotten to close up shop. I took this opportunity to catch up on what Bill was working on.
I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and opened it. Nothing like a cold beer on a hot summer night! Bill had a staff of live-in maid and butler who were doing their own thing in another part of the house. Besides, they were used to seeing me in the house and staying over. I opened the double-doors to the editing room and made my way to the viewing section. To keep things on the down-low, I closed the doors behind me just to have some privacy. Bill had left a few unlabeled DVD's out and I grabbed one and put it into the player. As usual, when the image popped onto the massive 60-inch screen, the volume level was at a deafening roar. I scrambled to locate the remote and find the volume button. I was sure that I had alerted anyone within a mile of my whereabouts. Nobody in the house came knocking so I continued to sloop about.
Settling into one of the black leather theater-style chairs, I set my attention toward the screen. I was pleasantly surprised as I noticed Bill's latest work had been a video on the life of a mutual high school friend who made it big in the adult film industry. This particular DVD was showcasing the lifestyle that she lived behind the scenes. It showed some personal footage filmed by Shelly herself. As I continued to watch it was very apparent that Shelly had a sexual appetite that filled most of her waking hours. She filmed some very personal and private areas of her life. I found myself very aroused from the footage. I must admit, I had often fantasized about Shelly, especially while masturbating or being with another woman. Here I was alone with a 60-inch private viewing of Shelly filming her most intimate moments.
My male urges took over as my carnal desires got the best of me. I stripped off my clothes to enjoy the film and jerk off at the same time. The cool leather seats felt surprisingly erotic against my naked body. I started stroking my half-erect cock as I continued to watch the giant image of Shelly in front of me. Her full lips were moving as she spoke into the camera but I couldn't hear what she was saying. All I could think of was blowing my load all over her gorgeous face! I looked around to see if I was still alone. Lucky for me the house staff kept mostly to themselves. I continued to stroke my now rock-hard cock with both hands; squeezing my balls as I watched the raw footage. My back was on the seat of the leather chair. My legs were spread wide as both of my hands gripped my cock as I stroked and aimed my member at the screen. I pointed my engorged cockhead directly at Shell as she looked at me. I grabbed the remote and pushed pause just as an image of Shelly's face filled the entire screen. Her full lips were spread apart as if she was waiting for my cock to enter her wanting mouth. I stood up and walked in front of the TV.
I was reaching my climax as both of my hands feverishly stroked my shaft up and down. One hand squeezed my cockhead as the other pumped my shaft. I flexed my hips toward the larger than life image of Shelly. My cock slammed against the screen touching Shelly's full lips just as cum spewed out of my aching member. I stroked my shaft and squeezed my balls in ecstasy as I blew my load all over her face on the screen. Wanting more, I rubbed my bulging cockhead against the screen filling Shelly's mouth with my cum. The sensation was exhilarating as I sat my naked body back into the chair.
I was catching my breath when I noticed a movement on the opposite side of the room. My body froze. I felt the rush of embarrassment from my masturbating escapade combined with the guilty pleasure of someone watching me jerk off and cum onto the screen. In the darkness I couldn't see where I had thrown my clothes. With no other option, I remained seated in the leather chair. I pushed play on the remote and watched Shelly come back to life in front of me. The entire room was completely dark except for the light coming from the screen. My cum was smeared over half of the screen as I continued to watch Shelly in her private home videos. The sound was muted and I could hear myself breathing heavy. My limp cock rested against my thigh.
