She knocked on the hotel door nervously and stood waiting in the hallway. When the door creaked open smoke wafted out into the corridor. A large, naked, hairy man stood in the doorway, backlit by the flickering glare from the television screen. He backed away without saying a word, leaving the door hanging open as he headed back to the couch. She entered the dark, acrid room, closing the door behind her. The man had settled himself back down on the couch. He had a cigar burning in the ashtray, and was sipping a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks as he unmuted the TV. The unmistakeable sounds of porn filled the room. She still stood nervously in the doorway, wringing her hands. "Come here", he said gruffly, waving her towards him. She siddled over to stand in front of him, a little bit to one side so that she didn't block his view of the screen. "Take off your top and get on your knees, here between my legs." Self-consciouslly, she pulled off her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts. He didn't even look at her, his eyes were glued on the screen. She knelt down and then crawled between his legs, looking up at him for any sign of acknowledgement or approval. "Put your hands behind your back", he said gruffly. She did so, pushing her breasts out so that they were cradled between his thighs. He adjusted his ball sack so that it rested on her cleavage, and then he ignored her. He continued to smoke, drink, and watch porn for so long that she lost track of time. His dick alternated from being a rock hard pole pulsing against his large stomach to being a semi-soft log laying heavily on her bust. Her knees began to ache, her feet fell asleep. Finally some scene on the tv seemed to really catch his interest. He began to stroke his dick as he gazed intently at the screen, muttering obscenities under his breath. She couldn't see the act that was turning him on, she just heard the indecipherable noises of people fucking. His fist beat against the top of her breasts as he jacked himself furiously. His fat belly jiggled with the intensity of the effort, the veins stood out in his temples as hit fat cheeks flushed red, and then he exploded. His eyes never left the screen as his jizz splattered her face and covered her breasts. He threw his head back and slumped against the couch cushions as he stared at the ceiling, recovering from his orgasm. She still sat between his legs, his cooling sperm dripping and then drying across her skin. She sighed as the TV began to emanate white noise and his breathing started turning into snores. After about ten minutes he snorted back to alertness, his groggy eyes looking around the room. His gaze only rested on her for a moment before he dismissed her. "Get out of here whore", he said in a disinterested tone. She stood shakily, finding her shirt and covering herself as he hauled his heavy frame up off of the couch and lumbered over to the hotel bed. She let herself out. The bright hallway flourescents blinded her, and she could feel the dried cum pull at her skin as she squinted. No one was up at this hour. She made her way out into the deserted parking lot on half asleep feet further encumbered by ridiculously high heels. She fished for her keys in her purse, then slid behind the wheel of her car. The smell of his come envelloped her during her silent drive home.