Make a little special creamer first

I get back to my usual bathroom stall, bringing a disposable plastic cup. I whip out my dick, ready to do this quickly, already a little aroused at the perversity of feeding some baby batter to an unwitting Victoria.

{if victoria_blacoutpics = true}

I look at the pictures I took of Victoria’s **** body, my hand squeezing her tits and ass{if victoria_blackoutmouth = true}, laying a fat cock on her face, sliding it in her mouth{endif}. Now I‘ve seen her at work, I am pretty sure she has no idea. She is too preoccupied worrying about her drunken outfit change and bad photo she emailed to mystery guy.

{if victoria_blackoutthroat = true}

I can think back to the moment that I turned off the camera and had some fun, just for me...

I put the camera in my pocket to free both of my hands. She is still out cold, but I am pressing my luck here. I just want a little more. I drag my meat across her face like a windshield wiper. It doesn't feel all that amazing, but I like how it looks. I want to do this, but dripping in her mucus from loud cock gagging. I want to smear it all over her face... but that can't happen tonight. I have this beautiful face that, in the morning, needs to look like nothing naughty happened to it. I rub my cockhead across her lips, circling round and round her hole, watching those lips squish and pull and fold. I push it into her mouth again. I adjust my angle in to reduce tooth contact. Her loose tongue yields pleasantly to my short thrusts, but after a few minutes I get bored. Her mouth is too dry, so I start pooling saliva my mouth. I let it build for a good while before rotating her head up a little. I drool it down , hitting her lips, teeth, and tongue, then stir it in with my cock. I do it a second time. Then it starts feeling a lot better. With the added lubrication, I thrust deeper. Then a little deeper still. I open her mouth wider and drool deep into her throat hole. I have to try it once. I listen to her breathing and wait until she takes in a full an inhale, and time a smooth, deep thrust to the back of her mouth, then push deeper. Her throat gives way easily. I only hold it there for a half second before her exhale meets the obstruction, making a wet, stuttering hiss. I smoothy pull out, amazed that she isn't gagging. I am ready to get rough with her, but. I can’t. And I still have all those fucking bags to fill...

.Just as I am about to close the video, right at the moment that the camera was peering into her throat, I notice her tonsils have been removed. {endif}While stroking I get the cup ready. Looking back at the phone, I blast a gooey load into it and snap the cover back on.

{elseif victoria_racypics = true}

I flip through the boudoir photos of Victoria. I zoom in on the sexy details, the harness she is wearing looks well made. Black leather lined with velvet, with silver rivets and rings. The ring on her collar is begging to have a tag or a lead attached to it. She is kneeling on a bed with a large, bright window behind her. In the next one, she is crawling toward the window, back arched and looking back at the camera. What an ass she has. In the next one, she is on her back, the camera tilted down at her. Her flexible, toned legs are open slightly. Her hands coyly covering her crotch...

I blast a gooey load into the container and snap the cover back on.

{else}

I think back the highlights the last evening. Mental images form and fade into each other. Watching her drive, in total control of the road. Watching her swirl and sniff the wine with poise. Watching her move to music. Watching her nipples harden and her expression soften. Feeling her take my arm in public.

I imagine what might have happened if things ended differently... If I had annoyed her fewer times, or said something more impressive, or knew a little French... or it that just me fooling myself?

I imagine us in the kitchen. I sit on a chair in the middle of the room, Victoria stands in front of me. She lets me peel that dress up her legs, showing me her panties. She straddles me. She grinds her pussy against me, getting me hard and her panties soaked. She gives me a private lap dance to the music while using her sultry voice, “I bought this dress just for you.” She whips her hair around to the other side, slides her cheek against mine, and whispers in my other ear. “I want your cum stains all over it.” She nibbled on my ear. “Then I’ll wear it on our next date for EVERYONE to see how you own me.”

I blast a load into the cup and cap it.

{endif}