Liplovinman
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Wallace Stroud was a jerk. He was not only sleazy, he ran a low rate hotel that specialized in renting by the hour. Most of his guests knew that he had rooms reserved for his part timers, away from the rest of the hotel, but there never seemed to be a good way to get away from good old Wally.
He had inherited the hotel from his uncle, when it had been a decent spot, but a cheap place just the same. Wally had done nothing to the place and for all intents, it looked like he would run it into the ground before he walked away.
For shits and giggles, Wally had placed a microphone through the wall of one of the rooms he rented and hit the record button in the hall behind the glass that should have stored a fire extinguisher. It had turned him on to listen in to the couple, even though he wanted to slap the bitch that rented the room for overacting. It pissed him off to hear Myra, and he soon stopped taking her to his recording room, but instead let her wait for the second room, or told her the rooms were taken. Myra soon stopped coming, and he was just as happy she didn't return.
Wally enjoyed his recordings, picking out his favorites and using them in his down time to jack off. He sat behind check-in sometimes, earphones in, his hand busy under the counter, listening to the sounds of couples engaged in a good fuck. It wasn't until he saw his first peephole video that Wally thought of cameras for the room. And with that, Wally started spending more than he was making - turning room 109 into his own private den of porn.
Wally soon realized that despite his desires to hear what he visualized as the sexier sounding sluts that took men to this room, he was more taken with watching them than he had ever been while listening. Wally took to evaluating the talent a little more closely, undressing his prospects as best he could before showing them in. It took some time, but he finally found some regulars that both used the room to their advantage and put on an excellent show.
He had inherited the hotel from his uncle, when it had been a decent spot, but a cheap place just the same. Wally had done nothing to the place and for all intents, it looked like he would run it into the ground before he walked away.
For shits and giggles, Wally had placed a microphone through the wall of one of the rooms he rented and hit the record button in the hall behind the glass that should have stored a fire extinguisher. It had turned him on to listen in to the couple, even though he wanted to slap the bitch that rented the room for overacting. It pissed him off to hear Myra, and he soon stopped taking her to his recording room, but instead let her wait for the second room, or told her the rooms were taken. Myra soon stopped coming, and he was just as happy she didn't return.
Wally enjoyed his recordings, picking out his favorites and using them in his down time to jack off. He sat behind check-in sometimes, earphones in, his hand busy under the counter, listening to the sounds of couples engaged in a good fuck. It wasn't until he saw his first peephole video that Wally thought of cameras for the room. And with that, Wally started spending more than he was making - turning room 109 into his own private den of porn.
Wally soon realized that despite his desires to hear what he visualized as the sexier sounding sluts that took men to this room, he was more taken with watching them than he had ever been while listening. Wally took to evaluating the talent a little more closely, undressing his prospects as best he could before showing them in. It took some time, but he finally found some regulars that both used the room to their advantage and put on an excellent show.
