I had a little bit of time before my girlfriend got home, and since I knew she'd be too tired for sex, I was spending my last few minutes online, looking at amateur porn and stroking my cock. I like all kinds of porn, but my favorite has always been real women. I like women who aren't porn stars, just little fuck machines caught in a moment of unbridled horniness, a candid photo of someone's wife with a big cock in her mouth. With cum on her face. A pretty girl you might see at the bank, with her skinny legs spread open, a sly smile on her face, showing off her shaved pussy, never thinking it would reach a stranger like myself, now looking at her glimmering pussy while I jerk off thinking of what it would be like to bury my mouth in it. I was clicking through pictures such as this, girls, girls, girls, college dorm scenes, young hot wives, girlfriends in the shower, when I clicked on a page that would forever change things. There in front of me were 12 pictures of my girlfriend, naked, horny, and fucking someone else.
Of course, I could tell by the pictures that they were from a long time ago, before we even met. Her hair was different, she may have still been in Boston at that point, maybe just out of college. I figured she was probably dating some guy, probably not seriously, but they had a strong sexual attraction (from what it looked like) and one night passion got the best of her and she agreed to let him photograph her completely naked, while she sucked him off, while he fucked her.
A lot of thoughts went through my head at once. I was still turned on, of course, being a dumb guy and all, but I was also scared β surely she is unaware that her naked body is out there for anyone to see. She must have no idea she is basically a porn star, at least in this one set of pictures. I should tell her. But I'm not sure how. "Honey, right before you got home I was jerking off looking at porn and, um, you're up on a website." Our sex life had been lagging a little, since she started a new job and was working all the time, and I think I may have just gotten used to not having sex, because all my gratification comes from my right hand. So I didn't want this to ruin our rebuilding of our sex life. So I decided to keep it to myself. Right after I came in a tissue.
All night I kept thinking about it though. Through dinner, during a rented movie, I kept thinking about those pictures of my girlfriend from 5 or six years ago. She was hot. She was very sexual, as she had been with me in times past. And there it was for anyone to see. Who knows how many guys jerk off looking at my girlfriend? That thought was even more of a turn-on, actually. But if I told her, her whole world might come crashing down. I was at a loss. But the next morning when she left for work early, I went right back to the page. I had to see it again. I tried to figure out who was hosting these photos. What website has them? Where did they get them? My research took about two hours. Time I told her was spent working on my novel.
Over the next few days, I did a lot of internet searching, research, detective work, and found the company who puts out this website that had pictures of my girlfriend fucking some other guy. I found an address and a phone number. They were located in the Valley, of course, about 30 minutes from my home in L.A. I tried the phone number first, but only left a message, never to be returned, another message, again not returned, at which point I figured they would never get back to me. So I had to drive up to the office myself and see if maybe I could talk to someone. What I would say, I wasn't sure. I guess I'd just ask to take the pictures down. I mean, there are millions of girls naked on the internet these days, right? What's the harm in taking one down? From one guy to another, maybe they will just feel sorry for me and we can all pretend like those pictures never existed. Of course, I know it's a dirty business, so that was my ideal scenario. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be that easy.
My heart was racing as I pulled up to the office building. It was very nondescript, very unassuming, which made it even scarier for some reason. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I at least had to try. Even though my girlfriend might never know about any of it, I knew I was doing the right thing. I went to the door, which was unlocked, and let myself in. There were a couple of hallways, but mostly the whole office building looked empty. Great, a wild goose chase, I thought. There's not going to be anyone here, I said to myself, I'm an idiot. I walked past a desk that looked like it had never been used, towards a door that was slightly ajar. I knocked on the door and it opened a little, revealing a middle-aged guy sitting behind a desk, a couple cameras on the desk, and a simple laptop.
"Hi there," he said. "You're definitely not the girl I'm expecting."
"No, hi. I'm Robert. Um, is this 'Real Teen Pictures?'" I asked.
"Possibly. Who's asking?"
"Do you mind if I sit down?" I said.
He looked worried and annoyed, but gestured to a hard plastic chair nearby. "You might want to sit there, not on the couch. Trust me."
So I sat on the chair and explained my situation. I told him that my girlfriend was young at the time, dating some jerk, and now she's a working professional and I don't want her to find out that she has a compromising spread on the internet, it would really crush her, etc., etc. He actually looked like he was listening, he actually was very cordial and friendly once he realized I wasn't very threatening. And I thought maybe I was getting through to him. Maybe this would be easier than I thought. And then there was a knock at the door.
"Hello?"
"Yes, come in," the middle-aged guy, whose name was Rick, said. He got up, a little nervously, I think since I was there too.
"Do I have the right place?" a small, scared female voice asked. I turned my head and saw her, a pretty young girl of about 21 years, skinny, tan, blonde, wide-eyed, and visibly nervous.
I felt pretty uncomfortable at this point. I had watched enough amateur porn to catch on to what was happening. I had found myself in an "audition" scene. And I knew what was supposed to happen. Even though I hadn't yet accomplished what I had set out to do, I thought maybe it would be best if I get out of there.
"Should I just come back another time? Maybe tomorrow?" I asked Rick.
"Hang out for a second," he said, and gestured for me to sit back down. I was confused. Why would he want me to hang out? Clearly he's about to take advantage of this young naΓ―ve girl and give her her initiation into the porn industry. I had seen it a million times in online clips, in videos, I knew what was going to happen. Why would he want me there? I'm just some guy. In fact, I didn't think I should have been there at all, especially not since I have a girlfriend. She would definitely not approve of me watching some young hottie "audition" for the porn industry. Although, I was only there to try to help her out in the first place.