Bill Drake after taping the old whore and her young john going at it decided that this was too good an opportunity to miss. After seeing the boy, Brad, take off while the hooker was having a shower, Bill opened the motel room door with his pass key and listened. All he could hear was the shower running so he boldly stepped in and looked around.
The bed was all messed up and he could see wet spots from the couple's love making on the sheets. He spotted the hooker's purse and walked over to it. He opened it and pulled out her wallet and looked at her ID. She had about $175 in it so he pocketed that as well as her credit cards. There was an envelope inside that contained $100 in monopoly money. "Why would a woman be carrying around monopoly money?" he wondered.
Next he inspected her driver's license. The picture typically did not do her justice. It said that she was 38 years old but after watching her in action and up close on his hidden video camera he felt that she didn't look a day over 30. He memorized her address and looked at the couple of photos in the billfold and placed it back into her purse.
He went over and sat in the chair in the darkest corner of the room and waited. While waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, he debated going in and joining the hooker while she was having her shower. He started to get an erection while thinking about what he would do to her in there. After the initial surprise, he would fondle that tight ass and kiss those perky size 36 tits. In his imagination he could see himself kissing his way down her stomach, inhaling her freshly washed womanhood and licking her pussy. Of course, she would get so turned on that she would beg him to fuck her just as she had the stud.
He started to fondle his own cock through his faded jeans and had just taken it out when he heard the shower being turned off. He waited anxiously and hoped that she would reappear without any clothes on. He didn't have to wait long but she had a towel wrapped around her voluptuous body when she appeared.
Not seeing him in the darkened corner, she moved past him over to the dresser and stood with one foot up on the chair and started to pull on a fish-net stocking. To do this she had to let the towel fall onto the ratty old rug. The view of her butt was truly erotic and the more she bent over, the more ass she exposed. He could see the tiny brown hole and her pussy lips now and he couldn't hold back any longer. He moved out of the shadows and quickly was at her backside. She still hadn't noticed him as she had started to pull up the other stocking.
He lost his control at this sight and his right hand reached out to touch her ass. She jumped slightly but figuring that it was just Brad she didn't object. She still hadn't looked in the mirror. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the fingers massaging her clit and then spreading her pussy lips and finally entering her cunt. Bill's fingers started to get moist from her pussy juice and he became bolder. He reached around and started to fondle one of her breasts. He was pleased at how full and firm it was. He was looking forward to sucking on it when she murmured, "Mmmm, Lover, I thought you had had enough?" With that he stopped and when he did she opened her eyes and saw his face in the mirror.
The astonished look was followed by a loud scream. Fortunately for him, the clientele in this motel would never investigate where it had come from. "Who the hell are you?" she spat at him while trying to reach for the towel on the floor to cover herself. Unfortunately for her, the intruder was standing on it so she was forced to try to cover herself modestly with her hands which was impossible. "What do you want? Please don't hurt me! I'll give you all my money but please don't hurt me!"
"I don't intend hurting you Mrs. Joanne Green of 70 Woodstock Lane unless of course you want me to. "
She was shocked to hear this dirty looking man with the dark glasses on and the greasy hair speak her address. How did he know her name and address? Then she looked toward her purse and realized. Forgetting that she was naked she started towards her purse and reached in for her wallet.
"Don't waste your time. The little bastard went through it and stole all your money and your credit cards and by the way what kind of hooker are you? You didn't even make him pay before you let him cum in your mouth and in your cunt."
His knowledge of all these things startled her and she asked how he knew what she had done. She continued by stating that maybe it had been him that had robbed her. Realizing suddenly that she was totally exposed in front of this complete stranger she started to reach past him to get to her clothes. When he informed her not to bother because she wouldn't need them she got scared. The knowledge that she was about to be raped made her start to cry.
"Relax, " he said reading her mind. "I'm not going to rape you. I won't have to. You're going to ask me to fuck you. Actually you're going to beg me to fuck you!" Before she could respond he pulled the mirror off the top of the dresser revealing the blinking camera behind a plexiglass window. "This little baby saw and better yet recorded all the action in living colour. It even picked up the sound when you begged poor Brad or was it Bobby to fuck your face and to cum in your mouth. Every lick and suck you made and received.
I couldn't believe it when you let him fuck you at first without a condom on. That's when I was sure you weren't really a pro or were the stupidest one ever. Getting him off without his cumming in you was quite a treat to watch and when he got you to swallow his cum-filled condom I knew I had to have a piece of you. I figured I'd have to follow you guys and negotiate a price with you but when he skipped out on you while you were in the bathroom, I knew I'd get my chance right here and now and better yet it won't cost me a fucking penny. "
While he was making this diatribe, Mrs. Green grabbed her short little skirt and wiggled into it. She vehemently spat back at him "Why would I let you let you screw me alone beg you to fuck me, asshole?"
"My.. my.. what language... actually, like the brat, I like to hear gutter language especially coming out of such a sensuous mouth. You see Joanne, may I call you Joanne? I know where you live. I know you have a family - at least a son - and I don't think he'd appreciate hearing what mommy's been doing in her spare time. Perhaps I wouldn't have to tell anyone. I know there's quite a market now on the internet for hidden camera pictures and movies. Or I could sell the video tape to one of the hundreds of porn movie makers who are always looking for fresh faces. By the way, some of these guys even use this motel. In fact they've even used this room. Where do you think I got the idea of installing a hidden camera? You see Joanne yours is not the first xxx movie filmed on that bed. Now weigh the pros and cons and decide what you want to do. I ain't goin' nowhere. "
Mrs. Green was furious with herself for getting into this predicament but knew that she had to give him what he wanted. She couldn't let Bobby and the rest of the world see her demeaning herself as she had earlier in this room. Dennis would see it too and he'd probably never want to have anything to do with her again either. Although at this point she was livid with him after all he had made her dress up as a hooker and gotten her into this.
But could she trust this bastard? She doubted it but she couldn't see any other way out of her dilemma so giving in reluctantly, she demanded that he hand over the tape that he had and the one that she figured he was probably making right now. If he agreed she would do as he asked. She was screwed figuratively and was about to be screwed literally.
