I work in a dive bar and we recently got a photobooth installed. As a relatively tech savvy supervisor I’m in charge of restocking the printer inside it. It’s remotely run by an external company and management complained about not having access to the photos, as they’d needed to identify a group who’d used the booth before kicking off with security. When I next changed the paper I had a quick look and as they’d said, there was no way to control the small computer it ran off to be able to see what had gone on in there.

My curiosity got the better of me though and next shift I brought in an old PC mouse from a work from home temp job I’d had during the pandemic. I tried unplugging one of the usb cables that seemed least important and bingo, I was in! After rooting around through various folders with no luck I discovered that on the main software there was a reprint option and you could scroll through the pictures.

I’d hit the voyeur’s jackpot! I’d known there would be the odd flashing pic but had no idea our customers were quite this misbehaved. The booth is partially hidden in a dingy corner and the curtain goes all the way to the floor so people were clearly using the privacy to document all of their misdeeds. Amongst the expected boozing and drug taking pictures there was a lot of nudity. Boobs of all shapes and sizes, both girls on their own or with friends, just a glimpse of a pierced nipple to full on tit licking. Bums, bare & in underwear of varying sexiness, being spanked, having lines snorted off, bitten. And even a few full frontals, from smooth innies to full bushes with thick lips peeking through.

By this point I was turned on, particularly as I recognised some of our regulars, but what really got me rock hard was the next few shots. A cool tattooed couple, that I remembered serving on the bar the previous weekend, started off innocently enough, the usual cutesy poses together for the first set of four photos. It escalated quickly though, with her biting his lip before he’s pulling her black hair back and ravishing her neck. Next her perfectly perky tits are being pulled out of her top, each with a thick bar through the dark nipple, contrasting against her porcelain skin. They really stepped it up for their last quartet of portraits though, his surprisingly big cock suddenly out, with both of her hands wrapped around it in one, her full lips half way down it the next, gently licking the head with her tongue piercing in another and lastly a particularly drooly shot where she’s doing an admirable job of taking most of his length down her throat and still looking sultrily into the camera, with just a hint of her makeup starting to smear.

I couldn’t stop looking and could feel myself throbbing, having been a couple of weeks since I’d last been blown like that. I couldn’t help but quickly hide the evidence of my snooping and half run to the staff toilet to release my dick from its prison. My precum had soaked through my boxers and I gently rubbed it around my glistening glans. The taboo of seeing something that wasn’t meant for my eyes had really unleashed something in me and the image of her green eyes watering but clearly filled with lust was burned into my brain. The thrill of also being at work tipped me over the edge and I couldn’t help myself, I had to cum. I started slowly, one hand stroking my veiny cock while the other cupped my heavy balls and gradually upped the intensity of my speed and grip until I was really pumping, imagining her cherry red lips bobbing up and down on me. I edged once before realising I was too horny to wait and also might be missed out front on breakdown duties so furiously pulled myself back to the point of no return. That warm build up started in my balls and before I knew it I was shooting rope after rope, hopelessly aiming for the toilet, while the best orgasm in a while rolled through my whole body. I couldn’t help but moan, biting my knuckles to stay as quiet as possible.

I already can’t wait to see what the photobooth has in store for me next time I check it!