A break in the action

“Smile for me!” the photographer ordered, snapping away at the exhausted woman in front of him. Cum-glazed face, disheveled hair and with her body basically inverted and folded, looking up at him from the floor, she was the essence of the word ‘smashed’! The fact that she had been an L.A. 10 when she had walked in only made it all better.

She complied, the corners of her mouth arching as she peered up through her one good eye, her nostrils still flaring. Her mind was still a mess from the flood of hormones that had just crashed over her and watching Mendes snap away at her like this felt so deliciously naughty.

It was almost a minute before he seemed satisfied, nodding and stepping back. He lowered the camera and picked up the forgotten bottle of tequila, taking a big sip before he addressed her. “Alright, you can move now!” he granted, dropping onto the lounger next to Briand and handing the bottle over after another big sip.

Nancy grunted as she rolled over onto all fours. Her body felt still numb, her limbs shaky, so she took her time making her way to her feet. Looking at the men, they seemed almost as exhausted as her.

“Listen,” she spoke up, although she barely got their attention, “I… I think I’m gonna head inside for a sec.” She pointed at the streaks of rapidly congealing cum on her face. “Take care of this mess at all. Is that cool?”

“Sure,” Briand shrugged, now that he had come he was markedly less interested in her, instead just sitting back and letting the afterglow of his own orgasm wash over him. “Gonna be ready for round 2 in a minute…”

She smiled at the man who had just legitimately given her the best fuck she had ever experienced. Now that the passion was slowly receding, her feelings of disgust returned. He was the guy that had tricked Izzy into blowing him. Had attempted to **** her step-daughter. It was only now that she realized that she and Izzy had fucked the same man. The thought was weird to her.

Pushing those feelings back, she turned towards Mendes, who seemed to have suffered a similar adrenaline-dump as Briand and she. She pointed at the camera. “You want me to take that inside?” Might get wet around the pool?”

The photographer gave her a glance, but there was no suspicion in his eyes. In fact, his gaze didn’t even reach her face as it got stuck on her bare, freshly-fucked slit. “Sure!” he nodded and handed it over.

“See you inside, boys!” Nancy grinned, taking the camera and turning to head inside. Her grin widened as soon as she had turned her back to them and as she walked towards the sliding doors she flicked open the small compartment of the camera and retrieved the SD-card.

As she walked inside, she briefly caught her own reflection in the glass door, and was shocked by how rough she looked. There was no doubt that the woman she was looking at had been utterly destroyed by cock…

She didn’t let this slow her down however. As soon as she was back in the suite, she put the camera down on the table and spotted and found her bathrobe, quickly retrieving the USB stick.

Moving carefully and without turning on the lights so the men sitting outside wouldn’t see her if they glanced over, she made her way into the bedroom and spotted Mendes’ laptop. Glancing outside, nothing suggested that she was being watched as she slotted the stick into the port. A small red light on the stick flashed, signaling that the device and program had been activated and a message had been sent to Fletcher to begin his attack on the creep’s online server.

Nervously, Nancy chewed on her lower lip, tasting the drying cum as she considered for a moment to stay, then decided that she couldn’t risk it. Fletcher had promised that the program would only take a minute to wipe Mendes’ hard drive, but if one of the men came in by chance and she was still just hanging around, messy as she had been when she walked in, it could arouse suspicions.

Instead, she turned around and let the stick do its magic on its own as she headed for the lavish bathroom. She quickly tossed the SD-card into the toilet, flushed it and therefore removed the evidence of the intense fuck session she had just lived through before she turned to the sink.

Nancy sighed at her own reflection. She hated facials. Not only were they demeaning and purely feeding the ego of men, something they all seemed to like, but Briand had gotten cum into her hair as well. Resigning herself, she turned on the faucet and began washing her face with warm water, slowly and methodically removing every trace of spunk before she grabbed a fluffy, white towel and rubbed her face clean. Once that was done, she gave herself a once over. Her pussy was flushed red and puffy and her tits showed some marks of Briand’s rough handling. Those would likely turn into bruises tomorrow, but it really was not too bad. Given the amazing sex they had resulted from, Nancy caught herself thinking that they were absolutely worth it…

She briefly rinsed her mouth with some green peppermint mouth wash, spat it out before she headed back into the bedroom. A smile spread across her lips when she saw that the small light on the USB stick flashed green now, signaling that its work was done. Mission accomplished!

She felt another rush of adrenaline as she removed the stick, closed the laptop and headed back to the suite’s main room. Grabbing her bathrobe, she slipped the device back into the pocket and moved to put the soft robe back on to slip out of the room when she hesitated.