Angela and the Revenge Porn

Reading it, Pembroke grew hard. He did not consider himself to be evil, but there was something animistic in his urge to humiliate this young American woman he had never met. He checked the photos on the websites he had uploaded. He noticed the view counts and read the comments. He was delighted to see that she had been recognised. "This is Julia Meadows, her photos were liked and now she is mad lol, never thought I would see her asshole, she is so hot."

Pembroke masturbated furiously. Julia Meadows had no chance of taking her profile down. Even if she did, he and hundreds of thousands of other like-minded men would make it their mission to spread her images far and wide, every so often. Knowing how much it hurt her only turned them on more.

He only wished he could witness the humiliation. He wanted to see it. Every day he saw beautiful young girls and women, in the spring of their lives, happy, laughing, and living their best lives. In their short skirts, their light tops, their soft skin, pink lips and hot figures. He wanted to fuck each and every one of them but would never have the chance outside of prostitution. Their happiness whilst in possession of everything he wanted offended him.

Pembroke decided he needed to have sex with a real live woman, it had been too long. He also figured he could try out his surveillance equipment and kill two birds with one stone.

He was swimming in money. He looked up an escort agency "Londonnights" and checked various profiles of escorts. Some of the women showed their faces, but most did not. All were beautiful. He did not fancy a blind date and nearly booked "Yasmin" a beautiful Russian blonde, whose face and blue eyes captivated him. But on second thoughts, he felt that her showing her face just proved she was a real whore. He thought about the more chaste and bashful girls who obviously did not want their faces shown. The agency surely only had the best girls so there was no risk of an ugly girl.

After a few minutes, he clicked on "Sara" a "Latin intellectual beauty" after admiring her busty physique and tanned legs and decided to trust the tastes of the agency. After some enquiries, he booked a day hotel room near Liverpool Street for a few hours on a Wednesday evening after work and paid two thousand pounds for the privilege through an anonymous banking app he was able to manipulate through his work. The payment would just show up as coming from "Guido van Rossum" a famous coder whom he was sure no hooker would have heard of. He booked the room itself under an equally false name and an anonymous payment account and gave the address for the girl to meet him at.

Chapter 5

Angela completed yet another fulfilling day of teaching, effortlessly showcasing her natural talent for the profession. Her headmaster often hinted at her potential to advance within the school, possibly even managing it in a few years. However, Angela's colleagues and friends couldn't help but feel that she was destined for something greater, like a bird too beautiful for the confines of its cage.

At twenty-three years old, she possessed a rare combination of intelligence, beauty, and charisma. Her peers speculated about her future, wondering if she would become the esteemed wife of a famous individual, embark on a successful career as a diplomat or politician, or even carve her path as an entrepreneur.

Despite her demanding job, Angela managed to carve out time for personal growth and exploration. Before her evening dance class, she squeezed in an hour of dedicated study, showcasing her commitment to self-improvement. Angela thrived on a balanced lifestyle, exemplified by her dedication to both hard work and leisure.

In her urban dance class, Angela unleashed her energy, sweating it out alongside her peers. She relished the camaraderie and laughter shared with the other dancers, but when they extended invitations for drinks afterward, Angela politely declined. Instead, she prioritized her studies, recognizing the importance of maintaining focus and discipline in pursuit of her goals.

As the evening drew to a close, Angela returned home for more study sessions, determined to excel in every aspect of her life. Her unwavering dedication and determination set her apart, laying the groundwork for a future filled with promise and potential.

After studying she sent some texts to Peter, who was desperate to see her again, and emailed Daniel who was excited to visit his favourite cousin in London. She then checked the email from Fatima, with bated breath.

She had a booking. At a hotel room in Liverpool Street. Tomorrow evening.

Her stomach convulsed with nerves. She would have no way of knowing who this man was. She thought of everything that could go wrong. It seemed a respectable location and apparently, the clients were vetted carefully.

She thought about what to wear. She prided herself on her appearance and ahead of her last date with Peter, she had already waxed her body hair. She touched herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She bunched up her breasts and admired herself. She had always been told she was beautiful and could not help but agree. She picked out the sluttiest underwear she could find, a red thong, and red bra, and packed it for tomorrow.

The following day at school, Angela taught her pupils but was continually distracted by what she was going to do after school. She felt nervous yet excited. At the evening bell, she headed out of the school and to a local gym she rarely used, where she took a quick shower and changed into her red lingerie underneath her sensible teacher's outfit of black pencil skirt, white shirt black bow, and black jacket. She put on her largest heels and strode towards the local tube station trying to calm the knot of nerves in her stomach.

Unknown to her, Edward Pembroke had booked the hotel room hours earlier than he claimed. He had taken a half day off work and had spent the afternoon carefully wiring the hotel room with three hidden cameras. The cameras were adaptable and could be easily disguised. He had brought some plastic hooks to attach to the walls just for the sake of looking permanent and holding hidden cameras. Another such camera was attached to the television facing the bed. Another was on the wall of the bathroom adjoining the hotel room. Pembroke also fully charged his glasses, and at his last count, realised he would be able to enjoy six different angles of the action in the hotel room.

Pembroke was far from attractive, but shaved all his body hair and cleaned himself carefully. His protruding belly spoke of too many takeaways while sat in front of a computer. His crooked teeth, bald head, and underbite betrayed the geeky lack of self-confidence he always had, but they also made the large glasses less conspicuous.

Chapter 6

Angela downed several shots of spirits from a hip flask for some Dutch courage before entering the hotel. She messaged Fatima who told her she would meet "Alan" in the lobby of a smart hotel next to the less prestigious hotel he had booked. The smart hotel did not take kindly to outright sex work but would not object to "dates" in their lobby.

Angela closed her eyes. She thought of Daniel, thought of the money, thought of how normal this kind of work was for so many girls. She thought of how big a city London was and told herself to just enjoy herself as a beautiful sexual young woman.

Angela tried to exude confidence as she entered the hotel lobby, her high heels clicking against the polished floor. The sparse surroundings offered a sense of privacy, adding to the anticipation of the meeting. Following instructions, she settled at a table near the piano, surveying her surroundings with a nervous eye behind the façade of control.

Her attention was drawn to a figure across the room—a bald, plump man clad in an expensive suit that failed to conceal his insecurities. Despite his outward appearance of wealth, he seemed meek and nervous, struggling to maintain eye contact as Angela locked eyes on him. Edward Pembroke looked at her then turned away, before glancing back again.

Angela offered him a warm smile, sensing that he was the man she was here to meet. Edward Pembroke couldn't help but respond to her genuine warmth, captivated by her beauty and the maternal aura she exuded despite her youth. Angela's eyes brightened and her cheeks creased as her smile widened. She waved and gave a look to the empty chair in front of her. Pembroke took a deep breath and walked towards her.

"Hello Alan, I am Sara, I'm your date, I think?" She giggled at him and stood up as he approached. Her

demeanor put Pembroke at ease, and he finally smiled, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and held out his hand.

"Hi, yes I am .. Alan..." he stuttered. This "Sara" was one of the most beautiful women he had ever set eyes on. He found it hard to imagine she was anything but genuine, she sounded like a teacher greeting a little lost child. In her heels, she was taller than him, and he could not help staring into her coal-black pools of eyes and forgot to say anything else.

"Well this is a fun place" giggled 'Sara' "you have good taste." She remembered Fatima's guidance. "Now, I think you should get both of us a drink before anyone says anything."

Pembroke stuttered and started to walk towards the bar. "No don't worry" Aangela touched his wrist. "Relax, someone will take our order. Le's just sit down first." She sat down and Pembroke followed. He had done this many times, but this was the first time he planned to secretly record the encounter, which was, he realised, illegal. She was also the most beautiful girl he had met so far and did not give off the whoreish vibes of the girls he had met previously.

A waiter approached, and Pembroke ordered two glasses of prosecco. Angela remained impassive and smiling. She noted he seemed very nervous and was not very good-looking. She felt a little sorry for him. She was a little relieved he was so nervous and harmless, she had thought she would meet a wealthy pig or coke-fuelled banker who would want disgusting things or rape her. She felt she could control this 'Alan' and give him a good time. She crossed her legs and felt the heat in her pussy in anticipation of playing with herself in front of him.

"So Alan, what do you do?" she asked. She reasoned that he probably could not murder her now, there would be too many witnesses.

"I work as a banker..." mumbled Pembroke. "I mean, in finance, it's OK, a bit boring... I do this for fun you know..."

Angela could not see his eyes very well behind his odd glasses. She wondered if he had a sight defect. She had never heard of glasses that could record videos so did not suspect anything. Pembroke had not yet turned them. The cameras in the hotel room were primed and would turn on when detecting motion so would come on as soon as they entered the hotel room next door.

"I am a tourist myself" lied Angela "I like to travel and meet people."She wondered how to turn the conversation sexual. She was aware they were an odd-looking couple. She feared someone might see her and suspect something even though London was so big. "Don't be paranoid" she told herself "just enjoy yourself".

Pembroke fidgeted. He just wanted to go to the hotel room and prayed the drinks would soon arrive.

After a tortuous minute, a waiter brought both glasses over. Angela giggled and smiled at him and toasted him. She surprised herself at how easy this was so far, he was so intimidated she felt fully in control. She downed her drink, and so did Pembroke. "Shall we go?" giggled Angela.

Pembroke nodded, got up, and went to pay at the bar. Angela walked out of the exit to wait. She felt the eyes of several men on her. The curse of being so beautiful was that she would always be noticed. The jealous city boys whispered to each other that she was likely an escort. This was painfully confirmed when Pembroke ambled out and they walked alongside each other. The city boys smirked at the incongruous couple but also jealous, knowing they could not afford a woman like that.

They walked past the receptionist, a young woman who immediately understood the situation. Angela tried to remain composed and told herself this would be the last person other than the client who would witness this encounter. They did not talk until they got into the hotel room.

Inside, there was a bottle of wine, some glasses, condoms, and a fully set hotel room. Angela took a breath and then said "OK, why don't you take your clothes off and let me get ready."

Pembroke surreptitiously clicked his glasses on. "Sara" in front of her was still distractingly gorgeous. He saw her take a look around the room and felt reassured that she did not seem remotely suspicious and would not guess that currently, six different cameras were recording her for posterity from different angles. He kept his eyes on her, not just to enjoy her, but to maintain the recording of her, as she disrobed.

Her smile remained as she unbuttoned her shirt, peeled off her bow, and revealed her toned abs and pert breasts cupped in a lacy red bra. Her arms and torso were toned and did not show any fat other than the peachy globes bursting to get out of the wiring.

She placed her hands behind her back, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to her ankles. Stepping out, her long legs shimmered with the last rays of sunlight coming through the curtains and between her legs. Her red panties clung to her crotch and Pembroke gazed hungrily up and down, from her slim ankles, up her luscious legs and toned thighs, to her graceful throat and perfectly chiseled face. Her welcoming cheerful smile enabled him to meet her gaze, he could not remember the last time he had been able to stare into someone else's eyes in a long time.

"Do you like it?" she giggled, turning around and placing the palms of her hand on each buttock.

"Yes, you are gorgeous!" Pembroke was not minded to talk much and also did not want his voice to appear much on any video. If this footage was going to go online, he would have to make sure his own identity was completely concealed.

Pembroke was lying on his back with his head propped up on the pillow, completely naked. He had not yet touched his own penis, but it was firmly erect. Aangela looked at the hairless body and saw that his cock was not uninviting. It was average size, and clean, and she thought to take it into her mouth but waited for an instruction.

"Can you..." Pembroke licked his lips, his mouth was dry "take your bra off, and ... play with yourself.. while still in your knickers standing there?" In his mind, he was imagining the view from the camera angles. One such view would be straight into her eyes from his glasses as she looked at him.

Angela liked the idea, she unhooked her bra solely, tossed it to the ground, licked her fingers, and dipped them beneath the waistband of her panties. The gusset was already wet, and she sighed as her fingers rubbed her pussy lips, one digging into the hole and the other rubbing the clit. Her other hand tweaked her nipples. Part acting, part real, she began to moan and bite her lips and smiled at Pembroke, who was tentatively gripping his own rock-hard cock.

Pembroke wanted to hear her speak but did not want the to and fro of conversation to be recorded, specifically, his own voice. "Tell me about what you want to do to me..." he said to her...

"I am going to ride you darling... when I finish touching myself, I will ride that cock of yours, and make you cum all over me...." Angela was part tipsy, part horny, and part overcompensating for the nerves. She suddenly started to giggle. She whipped her panties off, still keeping her smiling face on Pembrokes, and clambered over him. Her eyes never left him as she took his cock in her hand, and then began licking it while stroking his balls. She started sucking harder, her other hand returning to her pussy to rub herself.

Angela did not mind Pembroke's smell and began to think she could get used to this. She felt more like a performer than having anything done to her, he was so passive.

Eventually, she pulled her head up rubbed her erect nipples over his upper body, and drew her face close to Pembroke's. After breathing into his face, she kissed him on the lips.

Pembroke was shocked, he had not been kissed like this in years. Her breath was so sweet, her lips tasted so good. His hands wandered all over her body. He felt the dimples on her lower back, the tautness of her thighs and buttocks and the soft fleshiness of her breasts.

"Let's take these off..." she smiled and tried to grab his glasses.

"No.... er... sorry they help me... it is the light you see, not just my sight, I need to keep them on..." he panicked thinking she might notice the buttons on the glasses.

"OK, ha suit yourself. I never saw these type of glasses before" she smiled.

She got up and poured herself more wine. Pembroke also took a glass. He did not want to get any drunker. Not only did he want to stay in control of the recording, but he also wanted to continue what was turning into the best few hours of his life.

He ate out her pussy for half an hour. Angela lay back and came several times, and did not complain when he slipped a finger, and then his tongue, into her asshole as well.

"Can I .. err... lick your feet?" he asked nervously, he still could not believe his luck.

Angela giggled though then had to bite into a pillow to stifle her screams as his tongue lapped at her insteps. This was something she had never experienced before. She laughed and rode Pembroke cowgirl and reverse cowgirl style.

Pembroke did not dare to suggest anal, and in any event, did not want to ruin the encounter. As he put on his fourth condom for doggy style, he could not stop smiling as he looked at this beautiful girl, on all fours, her buttocks spread wide displaying her pussy and asshole to the world and his glasses, as well as several cameras, while she turned her head around, to check he was putting the condom on properly, but unknowingly ensuring she would be forever captured on screen in the most humiliating fashion.

After some time, Angela asked to use the bathroom. She needed to pee and wondered if she should even close the door. She felt so liberated, and in the back of her mind still worried he could go through her things. Habit won, she closed the door and sat and peed.

Pembroke listened to the stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl. How long did he have? He made to go to the bottle of wine, and as he did, he saw her open handbag. He quickly threw his hand in and took out a long cord leading to a card. He saw a card, and took a quick look at "Centram Sports"

The sound of the stream of piss started to fade, Pembroke quickly threw the card back into the handbag, grabbed the bottle, and poured a glass. The door of the bathroom came open and the naked woman bounded back in.

"I think I want to make you cum one last time" she smiled. The date had been for three hours. Including the hotel lobby drinks they were well over this but she did not feel like being stringent and thought of this as a tip.

"Thank you" giggled Pembroke as he supped his drink. "Let me go for a piss though as well..." and he disappeared through the door.

Angela reclined on the bed. She looked around and suddenly wondered what she was doing. She regretted telling him he would make him cum one last time. Suddenly she was growing tired. She looked at her handbag. She could not be sure, but it seemed slightly disturbed. She had not brought any ID with her, but even so, she was getting drunk and should still be careful.

Listening to the sound of piss hitting the toilet bowl also brought home to her the full extent of what she was doing. When Pembroke returned through the door, she now found it hard to smile back at him. There was something creepy about him, now that his nervousness had faded. His glasses made him look very weird.