6 comments/ 75564 views/ 76 favorites The Sasha Show By: Kveldulf This story is fiction. Please be advised that this fictional story involves exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced-sex play, and rough sexual contact between consenting adults. ***** I am one of those lucky bastards who is fortunate enough to work from home. I am a freelance writer, mainly of technical articles. I never know when a new assignment will come in, especially since I do a fair amount of work for overseas companies. So, I work from home, where I have an office with all the necessities - computer, laser printer, copier, fax machine, etc. There are many great advantages to being able to work in my own office in my own house, but I am especially lucky because of the view I have had from my office window for nearly the last five years. My office is on the second story of my house, and the window in my office overlooks the backyard of the house next door. Most of that view is a wall of greenery - a privacy hedge that blocks much of the yard next door even from my second story vantage point. However, by fortunate chance, a break in the foliage of the privacy hedge is perfectly placed for a person at my office window to see an area of the patio of the house next door that is perfect for sunbathing, as well as the steps leading down into the built-in pool and the first three yards or so of the pool itself. However, for the first four years I lived in my house, it was not clear to me how lucky I was that my office window was perfectly positioned for observing sunbathers in the neighboring yard. The homeowner at that time, Mrs. Randle, was a sweet, friendly widow in her 70s. She was a great neighbor, but not much of a viewing interest. When her sister lost her husband in 2009, Mrs. Randle concluded it made sense for the two of them to live together. Her sister lived in Florida, and Mrs. Randle further decided it was best for them to live there. Mrs. Randle's house was purchase by a family of three - the Harrisons. Jack and Sasha Harrison were both in their mid-thirties (he was thirty-six and she was thirty-four) and were both blonde, fit and attractive. They had met and married in college. He was an attorney and she was a part-time librarian. They had one child, Leena, who was in her early teens. They were a nice family, albeit not as quiet as Mrs. Chandler had been. The Harrisons moved in in October, so I did not notice the change in viewing opportunities from my office window until late May of the 2010. That day, I had been working all morning and most of the afternoon in my office, but I was having trouble finishing the article on which I was working. I went to look out the window, just to clear my mind, not really intending to pay any attention to the scenery. However, the scenery turned out to be far more interesting than I had expected. Instead of just a view of the patio and pool, I could see Sasha Harrison, wearing almost nothing, sunning herself on a lounge chair in her backyard. Tiny pieces of neon pink cloth covered very small areas of her breasts and crotch, and the thong back of her bikini bottoms covered none of her ass. Sasha may have been thirty-four (nearly ten years younger than I was), but she had the body of a woman in her mid-twenties. At only five feet four inches tall, the petite blonde was not tall enough to have long legs, but they were toned and shapely (and nicely tanned). Her breasts were also quite shapely. While not very large, they were proportionate to her frame. However, as nice as her boobs and legs were, what really shined was her incredible ass. Like her breasts, her ass was of proportionate size to her height and body type. What made it special was that it was perfectly rounded and very firm (the product of hours on a stair climber, I later learned) - it was the perfect complement to her nicely curved hips. Sasha was reclined at about a 45 degree angle in the lounge chair when I first saw her that May afternoon. She was clearly relishing the sun on her nearly naked flesh. A few minutes after I started watching her, she stood up and reclined the back of the lounge all the way down. She then sprayed something on her back, the back of her legs, and her exquisite ass. I assumed she was using some kind of spray on sunscreen, a supposition that was supported when she began to rub it into her skin. I was mesmerized watching her rub the lotion on her skin, especially the back of her legs and her ass. When she was evidently satisfied with the lotion, Sasha lay down on the lounge chair on her stomach. After she had positioned herself to her satisfaction, she untied her bikini top, letting the strings fall to the side. I stared at her ass for some time, imagining what it would be like to fuck her from behind. While I watched, the blonde must have decided she needed more sunscreen on her exposed derriere, because she sprayed some lotion into her hand and started rubbing it on her perfect butt. She rubbed in the lotion slowly, making sure to massage her own ass cheeks as she did so. I had been somewhat aroused just watching my hot blonde neighbor sunbathing and rubbing in the sunscreen the first time, but I became even more aroused watching her sensually rub more lotion on her own butt, of which she was clearly fond. Then, to my surprise, Sasha squeezed her own ass cheeks several times. When she had finished and had moved her hands away, a slightly red cast lingered on the smooth skin of her rear. I had a sudden vision of her firm, shapely ass burning red after a spanking, and my arousal turned to a full hard-on. I closed my eyes while I pulled down my pants and underwear and started slowly stroking my now hard cock. I was letting my mind linger on the vision of her hands tightly squeezing her own ass. I wanted to burn it into my memory. Faintly, I heard the sound of a phone ringing. I opened my eyes and saw Sasha propped up on her elbows, talking on a wireless phone. With the now hot blonde up on her elbows, from my vantage point, which was nearly perpendicular to the placement of her lounge chair, I had a nice view of the side of her left breast as it hung, pendulous; I also could make out more than just a hint of her areola and nipple. After just a few moments, Sasha put the phone down on the patio and lowered herself back down onto her stomach. As she did so, she turned her head toward the wall between our houses. I was not sure whether she was able to see me at my upstairs window from such a low angle, but just in case, I stepped back. My concern that she may have noticed me watching her began to overcome my arousal and my cock softened. I continued watching her from a safe distance away from the window, but I did not become aroused again. Later that night, I masturbated to the thought of Sasha and her incredible body, especially her own hands squeezing her perfect ass. *** Nearly three weeks had passed and I had not seen Sasha lying out in her tiny neon pink bikini again. Both she and her daughter had been out in the back doing various things over that time, and Sasha had even been sunbathing a few times wearing bikinis, but they were not nearly as revealing as her neon pink one. The only really interesting thing I had seen during those three weeks was Jack Harrison briefly sneaking his fingers under his wife's bikini bottom as he rubbed lotion on her back and legs. From the way his fingers lingered, I did not think I was alone in appreciating her ass. However, although I found it somewhat arousing to watch him fondle his hot blonde wife's backside and to think of myself in his place, this paled in comparison to watching Sasha fondle her own ass. What I did not know was that I would soon see even more amazing sights. It was late on a Tuesday morning, and I had just finished up a freelance article that had come in early that morning on a short deadline. I was pondering taking a nap, as I had been up early working, but I decided to look out the window before going to lie down. At first, my mind did not really comprehend what my eyes were seeing. Sasha was lying back on a lounge chair, which was again reclined about 45 degrees. The chair normally faced the pool, but now it was turned so it was facing the wall between our houses. The petite blonde was wearing only a pair of sunglasses, and she was slowly, thoroughly rubbing sunscreen on her naked breasts. My cock hardened almost instantly, once I had really accepted what I was seeing. I thought about going and grabbing a seldom used telescope from the shelf in the garage where it collected dust, but I did not want to miss anything. Instead, I grabbed a small pair of binoculars I had started keeping in my office desk a few weeks before, after I had seen Sasha sunbathing the first time. I stood a couple of feet back from the window, to make sure the binoculars did not catch any sun, and focused in on the sunbathing woman. She still had her hands on her boobs, but she was no longer rubbing in lotion. She was squeezing them tightly, like she had done to her ass last time, as well as twisting them a bit. I groaned out loud as I pulled down my pants and underwear and wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock. I leaned in closer to the window, wanting a better look, wanting to be even a little closer. Sasha quit squeezing her tits and concentrated on torturing her own nipples. She pinched and stretched and twisted them, compulsively licking her lips as she did so. I was stroking my cock faster and faster, and I realized I was licking my own lips as I watched her. My breathing grew heavier, and I figured I was getting close. Suddenly, she spread her legs wide, revealing a completely shaved pussy. She dropped her right hand down to her pussy and pushed two fingers inside. Her left hand was alternately squeezing each of her tits roughly as she moved two fingers of her right hand in and out of her pussy. I stroked my cock even faster. Then, just as I was on the edge, she pulled her fingers from her pussy, brought them up to her nose, sniffed them, and then sucked them deeply into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect ring around them as her cheeks hollowed out. I came, quicker and stronger than I had anticipated. I did not have time to snatch any tissue from my desk, not that it would have likely mattered because my cum arched high and splattered the window itself. As my breathing returned to normal and I was able to focus again, I saw that Sasha was now rubbing her clit and appeared to be moaning. I focused my binoculars on her hand as she brought herself to the edge of climax. Her fingers suddenly stopped rubbing her clit. I brought the binoculars up a little bit and saw that my sexy blonde neighbor was looking toward the backdoor of her house. Her fingers, though motionless now, lingered on her clitoris. She stared through her dark sunglasses at her house for a few moments. Then, whatever or whoever had distracted her must have gone because she turned her face back toward the wall between our houses. A small smile played across her full lips as she started to rub her clit again. I thought I might have time to jack off again, since I figured that the interruption would likely have cooled Sasha off enough that she would have to work herself back up to climax. I was wrong - within a few more seconds, Sasha appeared to be moaning again. Then, her left hand tightened on her right tit, her right hand pushed hard against her clit, and she bucked her hips a couple of times. Her whole body shuddered and her lips trembled. I assumed she was gasping and/or moaning, and I thought to myself, "I will have to open the window next time, or maybe get a listening device..." Sasha was now lying limp on the lounge share, occasionally shuddering. Her right hand lightly played with her pussy lips, and her left massaged her tits. Her right boob bore read marks from her fingers (she had evidently squeezed it quite hard when she came). I suspected that her orgasm had been even more intense than my own. After a couple of minutes, she let her left arm fall to her side. She drew her right hand up to her face, and like before, sniffed her fingers before sucking them clean. She smiled the same small smile as earlier. Then, she got up, grabbed a robe that was lying near the chair, put it on, and slowly walked into her house, shutting the sliding glass door behind her. *** A few days after watching my incredibly sexy neighbor getting herself off, I was still replaying it my mind and masturbating to it. I had never witnessed anything so wanton, including some pretty hot actual sexual encounters. I could not get it out of my head. And, I had come up with a plan to make sure I did not let another opportunity like that slip by without being able to capture something more vivid than my memory. I had originally thought to purchase a telescope that hooked up to my computer so I could record close up video, but I soon found that the cost of such a setup was rather prohibitive. Instead, I bought a digital camcorder with a 20x zoom lens and a nice tripod. I set the camcorder up in my office a couple of feet back from the window. With the curtains just slightly open, I could zoom in quite nicely without the camera being seen through the window. But I wanted more than video - I wanted to hear what was going on as well. I purchased a parabolic microphone that hooked up to the camcorder. It could pick up everything that happened in the back yard next door, even with my window shut. The great thing about my new setup was that I could watch it real time on my computer (no more standing at the window like a common peeping Tom) as well as control the zoom function from my computer. Unfortunately, a week passed with Sasha sunbathing only in tame bikinis, and during that time she did not play with herself once. I was a bit disappointed after the show the week before, but I was also willing to be patient. *** I was out at my mailbox on Friday morning, a week and a half after I had watched my sexy neighbor masturbating by her pool, when I heard someone calling my name. I turned and saw Sasha walking across her front lawn toward me. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she looked to be wearing minimal makeup. She had on very short running shorts and a blue tank top with no bra underneath. She clearly was not dressed to go out, and I guessed she was not working that day. "Hey Kevin," she said with a wide smile. "How's it goin'?" "Great," I replied, not sure what else to say. It was all I could do not to stare at either her full lips, remembering them tight around her fingers as she sucked her own juices off of them, or her nipples, which were quite noticeable under the thin material of her tank top. I made myself look in her eyes instead, but it did not help that much - she had incredible light blue eyes with just a hint of green around the pupils. I was about to ask how she was, but before I could, she said, "I hope we haven't disturbed you with any yelling. My daughter, Leena, and I just can't get along anymore. One of us is always pissed at the other, it seems." "I haven't heard anything," I told her. "I'm sorry you guys are not getting along." "Yeah, well Jack hit on an idea that benefits us all. He is taking her to his mom and dad's place for a week or two. They left this morning - Jack took the day off to take her. I would have taken her myself, but I could not face several hours in the car with her; plus, he wanted to see his parents." As she talked, I noticed she was playing with a strand of hair that had come loose from her pony tail and fallen to the side of her face. She twirled it and tugged it, and I kept wondering what it felt like, what it would be like to have my fist intertwined in it as I fucked her from behind, spanking that fantastic ass while I did so. I felt myself becoming aroused, and I knew I could not stand out there with her much longer. So, I said, "Well, maybe this will give you both a chance to relax, with her out of the house for a bit," hoping to bring the conversation to a close. Sasha smiled, and to me, it looked like a mischievous grin. She reached out and lightly put her hand on my arm. My skin tingled at the contact from her thin, delicate fingers. "Oh, I plan to relax, but I also plan to be a little wild. I cannot remember the last time I had more than a couple of days alone with my husband. But we'll try and keep it down so you don't hear an entirely different kind of yelling." "I am sure it will be fine," I managed, not really knowing why I said it. She lightly ran her fingers down my forearm, causing goose bumps to spread up my arm and my cock to harden. She then favored me with another grin before turning, getting her mail from her mailbox, and walking - no, sashaying - across her lawn. She had to be swaying her hips on purpose, I thought, as my eyes lingered on her fabulous ass. She turned to look back, and giggled when she saw me still watching her. "Bye, Kev," she said, and blew me a kiss. Then, with a wink and another giggle, she continued on her way toward her front door. "Bye," came weakly from my mouth, but I doubted she heard me. She gave no sign she did. Shaking my head, I turned and walked back toward my own front door. I resisted the urge to turn and see if she might have looked my way again. It wasn't until I was inside my house that I wondered if my neighbor noticed the erection that had sprouted at her touch on my arm. Following a hunch, I ran upstairs, turned on the camcorder and the parabolic microphone, and started the camcorder control program on my computer. I was disappointed that the image on the screen showed an empty lounge chair, which was again facing the pool rather than my house. I tilted the parabolic microphone toward her house, but I did not think I would be able to hear anything happening inside unless there really was yelling. However, I heard the sound of a sliding door opening, so I zoomed the camera out to see if Sasha had come out into the back yard. My hand trembled slightly with anticipation as I used the mouse to zoom out. Through some leaves, I could make out Sasha standing in the open sliding glass door, naked. She stepped out on the patio, closing the door behind her. With a kind of lazy stroll, she walked to the lounge chair and turned it to face my house. Suddenly, a new thought crossed my mind, something I had not fully considered when I had watched her before: what if the show Sasha gave me last time really was a show? What if she knew I was watching her? I almost shut down the camera, but I was enthralled by her petite but shapely body. I could not look away. I moved the mouse so that the cursor was over the record icon. I hesitated, knowing that clicking on it would make this all different, less innocent in some way. But I did not care, especially if she was indeed putting on a show for me. I clicked the record icon. Sasha, still standing, was rubbing sunscreen all over her tanned body. She had opted for regular lotion rather than the spray on kind. I suspected she knew that having to rub in all the lotion would provide more of a show. Since she was facing me, more or less, I was treated to a mind blowing view when she bent over to rub the lotion on her legs. Her breasts hung down from her chest and swayed as she rubbed. I was mesmerized. As she spread the lotion higher, she rose up, and soon she was upright again as her hands were rubbing the lotion on her slightly rounded belly. I had my cock out and was stroking it. As she reached her breasts with the lotion, my speed increased. She seemed to linger on her breasts, rubbing them even after all the lotion should have been absorbed by her skin. When she finally finished with her breasts, her nipples were clearly rock hard. The Sasha Show She then rubbed the lotion on her arms and shoulders. Once done there, she reached around awkwardly to rub the lotion on her back and ass. I groaned and thought, "God, I wish I could do that for her!" I stroked myself faster, and I was quite sure I would not last until she started masturbating. This little performance was too fucking hot. The last area she addressed with the sunscreen was her neck and upper back. She put the lotion in her palms, rubbed them together, and reached behind her neck with both of hands. The motion lifted her breasts, displaying them nicely, and for a moment I imagined she wore a collar and that her hand were shackled to the back of her collar. I groaned again, feeling my orgasm getting closer. Suddenly, I heard the word "Shit!" through my computer speakers. Sasha had set the lotion on the ground and was hurrying toward the sliding door. I was not sorry to get a nice look at her ass in motion, but I was hoping she had not suddenly realized that she had someplace to be. Not that I couldn't have finished without her - the thought of her collared and shackled was still in my mind, and I knew it would be enough to do the job. I just wanted to see more. Sasha reemerged, still gloriously naked, holding something in one hand. She walked to where she had put the sunscreen bottle on the ground. She then turned so that her back was to me before bending over and displaying her beautiful ass to me. "She has to be doing this on purpose," I moaned. I quickly grabbed a hand towel that I had ready and held it in front of my cock when I came. A couple of spurts shot over the towel and landed on my desk, although luckily not on my keyboard. I cleaned the mess up with the towel, marveling at how masturbating to Sasha had twice led to me shooting cum much further than normal. I had not been paying too much attention to the monitor as I came and then cleaned up, but I knew that Sasha had been applying more sunscreen to her boobs, her crotch and her ass- the areas of her body not as tan as the rest. And while that was interesting for me to watch, I noticed that she did not linger on any of these places this time. "Maybe she is done for the day," I thought, but then she held up the item she had retrieved from the house, and I knew she was not done. The thing she was holding consisted of three parts: a rectangular box, a long, thin cord, and a silver oblong object about two inches long and maybe an inch thick. When she moved her fingers along an edge of the box, a humming noise came through my speakers. Taking the oblong silver part it in her right hand, Sasha pushed the bullet vibrator against her clit as she started rubbing her tits with her left hand. I zoomed in on her closer, to where her cunt and her boobs defined the limits of the shot. I could not see her face anymore, but I knew from the moans the microphone was picking up that her lips must have been at least partly open. As I watched her start to tweak and pinch her own nipples, I noticed something I had missed. Her right boob, which had been the one she had squeezed so hard the time before, had faint finger shaped marks on it that were darker than the surrounding skin. I realized they were the faded remnants of bruises. She had bruised her own tit that incredible Tuesday almost a week and a half ago. That thought, coupled with watching her current actions of pinching, twisting and stretching her own nipples and running the bullet vibrator up and down on her clit, had me hard again. I was shocked - it had been at least a couple of years since I had recovered so quickly after an orgasm, and that time I had actually been with a woman instead of just watching one. I started to stroke myself. I zoomed the picture back out so I could see Sasha's face. Her head was turned slightly to one side, her eyes were closed and her lips, which I just noticed were now made up with bright red lipstick, were parted. Her moans started to sound deeper, more primal. Slowly, she slid the bullet vibrator down to her pussy lips. Then, with a deliberate movement, she shoved the entire thing into her cunt. Her moaning turned into several panting grunts. As she became accustomed to the vibrating bullet inside her, the low moans returned. Sasha moved the hand that had been holding the vibrator up to her lips, licked her fingers, and then rubbed a nipple. She repeated that with her other hand. Then she pinched her nipples, one in each hand, and pulled them hard. She yelped then moaned loudly after releasing them. My naked neighbor continued to abuse her nipples for a couple of minutes, sometimes just pulling them, sometimes twisting, sometimes doing both. As she abused herself, Sasha's moans and yelps increased in frequency with her breathing. She began moving her legs and squeezing her thighs together, and her head was moving back and forth, her eyes closed. Her responses looked different from the time before, but still I was sure she was about to cum. The prior time I had seen her make herself cum, her actions had been more sedate, less animalistic. She had clearly been in control the first time - I was not so sure she had not lost it this time. Maybe it was the continuous vibration in her cunt, maybe it was her self-torture of her nipples, maybe she knew she had an audience, or perhaps it was all three, but I could see that something had sexy, petite Sasha incredibly worked up. I was much more in control of myself, however. I had resisted the urge to increase my tempo as hers had increased. I wanted to see everything she did, see the whole thing. So, I stroked myself slowly, making sure I only got close to the edge, but not so close that I was going to go over. Sasha was actually shuddering now, and a kind of panting moan filled my office. Her hands had ceased abusing her nipples, which were now a purplish red; instead, her hands were squeezing and twisting her tits. At this point, my sexy neighbor did something I did not expect- she pulled back a hand and slapped her own tit. She followed that first slap with a quick succession of smacks to the same boob, making it jiggle under the assault. Next, she did the same thing to her other boob. After attacking her own boobs, Sasha reached her right hand down and slapped her pussy several times, and none too softly judging from the sounds each slap made. And while she assaulted her own pussy, concentrating on her clit it appeared, her other hand continued to smack around her boobs. Watching this self-flagellation of her most sensitive areas had brought me quickly to the edge, despite my best efforts to keep away from it. I was enthralled by the pure wantonness on display from the little slut below me. I was also quite certain now she knew she had an audience. I wondered if she suspected that she was being recorded. Sasha was also clearly close to the edge. Her panting moans had become a kind of rhythmic grunt. Her head was arched back, her neck curved. Her right hand was no longer slapping her clit - instead, it looked like she was pinching it. I almost zoomed in to make sure, as I had never seen or heard of a woman abusing her own clit in this way, but I wanted to see everything. And I am glad I made that decision. As her right hand continued to maul her clit, she slapped her face several times, forehand and backhand, on each cheek. I unexpectedly exploded at the sound of those slaps, my cum again shooting further than normal, up onto my desk, the towel lying forgotten. Neither my keyboard nor my monitor were as lucky this time as they had been earlier. Both had thick ropes of my cum on them. But I did not care. I was watching the little slut next door as she shuddered and yelped and grunted and moaned her way through what looked to be an amazingly intense orgasm. Just as Sasha appeared to be relaxing from her orgasm, her body stiffened and shuddered again. Then, the same thing happened a second time - she appeared to relax before stiffening. This cycle continued over the course of about a minute or two, if not longer. I began to suspect she was experiencing one orgasm right after another. I wondered if it was the continuous vibration that was keeping her going. Suddenly, she yanked the cord of the vibrator, pulling it quickly from her shaved cunt, providing support for my musing. Sasha then tensed up one last time, before sagging limply onto the lounge chair. She was covered with sweat, her blonde hair darkened by it and plastered to her head. One hand gently massaged her pussy while the other massaged her breasts, which were still flushed from the slapping, the orgasms, or both. Her cheeks were also flushed, but that faded more quickly, and I surmised that the color was mainly from her orgasms. While the slaps to her face had seemed loud (and had certainly made me lose my control), they had not been as hard as the ones to her tits. Sasha lay like this for some time, recovering. For my part, I attempted to clean up my mess. The desk was easy, and the monitor was fairly easy (I knew I would need to get some cleaner for it), but I did not know how I was going to clean the keyboard. I did my best to get the cum off the keys, but I was starting to think I should just get a new one (and move it to the side the next time) when a long, heavy, satisfied sigh drew my attention to the monitor. Sasha's eyes were open and she was looking right at me. I nearly panicked before I remembered she could not see me. Still, it seemed like she was holding my gaze. Then, still looking up, she picked up her bullet vibrator, brought it to her full, red lips, and sucked it into her mouth with a loud slurp. She worked it around in her mouth for a couple of seconds before spitting it out. What surprised me was that I could still be shocked by the little blonde slut's actions, but I was. "Mmmm... nice and clean now," she whispered, closing her eyes and sighing again. She shook her head slightly, opened her eyes again, and, still looking up at my window, blew a kiss and winked. Then, with a giggle, she got up, grabbed her lotion and vibrator, and gingerly walked into her house. Yeah, she knew I was watching. So, she had put on a show, one like I had never seen before. With my own deep sigh, I saved the video and powered down my equipment. *** I was at my computer later that same night, trying to finish up some work I should have been doing earlier in the day, when an email came in from an address I did not recognize. The subject line read, "Did you enjoy the show, Kevin?" There was no text in the message itself. I stared at the email, both nervous and excited at the further acknowledgement that she knew I was watching her. I clicked on the 'reply' icon and typed, "Yes - you are amazing!" and then hit 'send'. A reply to my message arrived quickly. "I'm glad you liked it. I know I had fun. I only wish I could have seen what you saw. ;)". I stared at her words. She couldn't know I had recorded her, could she? Did she suspect? Or, was her comment just an innocent (so to speak) wish? I clicked on 'reply' and started to type, but I had no idea what to say next. I sat there for what seemed like an eternity, different words running through my head. Finally I typed, "Your wish is my command, Sasha," and attached the video to the email. I hesitated again before clicking on 'send', uncertain whether to commit to this course of action. Then it occurred to me that she would not want anyone to see it either, and I figured it was safe. I did consider that sending the video to her might be the end of whatever was going on here, but then again, I also pondered whether it could lead to something more, although I did not know what. Pushing aside my doubts, I clicked on 'send' and waited. Several minutes later, her reply came. "Oh my God! You recorded it. You are a fucking perv, Kev! ;)". I was just starting a reply, pointing out that I had not been masturbating in the open for my neighbor to see, when another email arrived. "This is fucking amazing! I love this video. Hey, let's watch it together. I'll go back to the start. Email me when you're ready so we can watch it at the same time. :)". My cock hardening, I opened the video and sent her an email that I was ready. I started the video and then took my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it. Her reply was quick: "You watching, Kev? I am, and I am already dripping wet. I have two fingers in my pussy right now. Are you hard? Are you stroking it?" I stared at her words for a couple of seconds, imagining her at her computer, typing with one hand while finger herself with the other. Of course, I also had to type with one hand to send my reply. "Yes, Sasha, my cock is very hard. I wish I could feel the wetness of your pussy. I would love to lick my fingers after they have been inside of you," I sent. "I just licked my fingers clean for you, Kev!" she emailed, "And, just so you know, I taste wonderful! ;) Do you have pre-cum leaking out of your cock? Would you like for me to lick it off? Or maybe suck it off." I shook my head - amazed again by her. I was working on a reply when another email from her came in. "Call me dirty names, Kev, like 'bitch' and 'slut' and 'nympho' and 'whore'. Or if you are feeling really dirty, call me a 'cunt'. I love being called names." I erased what I had been writing and instead replied, "You are the sexiest little slut I have ever seen! I am watching you torture you own nipples on the video. Would you like me to be there to do it for you, cunt?" "Fuck yes!" she sent, almost immediately. Then another email quickly followed. "I love my tits played with roughly. I know, I am a perverted little whore. I can't wait to see me slap them in the video. Did you like that, baby?" "Yes, I loved watching and hearing you slap your tits, bitch. And your face. I couldn't hold back when you slapped your face." Her reply embodied a sense of urgency: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I am so close, so fucking close. If I were there, would you slap me around and then make me suck your cock... or would you just ram it down my throat and fuck my little whore face?" This email brought me close as well. I could barely type my reply, "Yes, you fucking little slut, I would slap your tits and your face, and spank your magnificent ass! Then I would force your luscious red cock sucking lips around my cock and make you suck it all the way down. Once you had it all the way down your throat, bitch, I would fuck your face hard, like I was fucking your shaved little cunt!" No reply came, but I would not been able to respond anyway. I was cumming for the third time that day, but this time I had remembered to get my towel and move my keyboard to the side. I did not shoot quite as hard as the prior times, and I was able to block it all with the towel. I was suddenly aware that the Sasha on the video was in the throes of her multiple orgasm. I wondered what the live Sasha was doing. I suspected the lack of reply was evidence she had cum as well. I couple of minutes later, as I watched her relax on the recorded video, an email came in. "I came, Kev. I wasn't even watching the video anymore when I came. I was thinking about you violating my face. I was thinking about you fucking my throat. Shit! Just typing this is making me horny again. I'm going to go lie down in my bed, all alone. I am going to get out my vibrator. Not the one you saw, but a big one shaped like a cock. I am going to shove it in me and pretend you are fucking me. After I cum, I will lick it clean, pretending it is you. Are you going to go to bed and think about me? Are you going to think about the nympho next door fucking herself with her vibrator?" My cock stiffened a little as I read her message, but I did not believe there was any way I could cum a fourth time that day. Still, I knew I would be thinking about her that night. "Yes, I will be thinking about you while I am all alone, slut," I replied. "I will be wishing I was there so I could lick your pussy before shoving my cock in it and fucking you like a whore." I waited for a reply, but when it did not come, I figured she had really gone to bed. I decided to do the same, but I could not relax. I took a shower, which relaxed me some, but I was still unable to sleep for quite some time. When I finally did fall asleep, I had an incredibly erotic dream about my slutty neighbor, and I woke up with a raging hard on. Lying in my bed, I began stroking my cock, my mind running over everything that happened that day. I fantasized about getting dressed and going next door. When Sasha opened the door, dressed in lingerie or maybe only a robe, I would push inside and force her to do whatever I wanted. I visualized her blue eyes, wide with a combination of fear and excitement, as I pushed her to her knees in front of me. In my mind, I could hear her gagging as I forced my cock all the way in, making her deep throat me. I came hard as I thought about cumming on her face after fucking it roughly. My cum shot in the air and landed back on my chest and stomach, as well as on my balls. For a moment, I considered calling Sasha - I had the Harrison's home number - but I thought that might be crossing a line. After all, she had emailed me, not called. So, I decided not to call to ask her if she wanted to lick my cum off me. Instead, I got up, grabbed towel from the bathroom, and cleaned myself up best I could. I would take another shower in the morning. After my earlier problems falling asleep, I thought I would be awake for a bit, but I was out almost as soon as I lay back down. *** In the morning, I began to consider my actions of the night before. While I was still surprised at myself for sending Sasha the video, it was my middle of the night fantasy that disturbed me most. Sure, I had engaged in rough sex, even some forced-sex play, with past lovers, but I had never fantasized about actually raping someone. I have to confess that these memories bothered me a little, and I decided I needed to not engage in watching or emailing Sasha again. However, as the sunny Saturday morning wore down, I found myself peeking out my office window from time to time, even though I was not working in my office that morning. But, Sasha did not make an appearance. In the afternoon, I sat down at my computer to finish my work from the day before. I had been working a little more than an hour when an email from Sasha came in. "Hey sexy neighbor," she wrote. "I had a nice bath this morning, and I used my detachable showerhead to make myself cum. I thought about setting up our little web cam in the bathroom so I could send it to you, but I was not sure how to do it. Actually, I thought about sending it to both you and my husband, knowing you would both be jerking off while you watched it. That thought took me over the edge." I tried to put her email from my mind so I could finish my work, but after about a minute of writing nothing at all on the assignment, I replied to her email. "Hey slutty neighbor," I wrote. "I would love to see you in the tub. Are you going to be sunbathing today?" Her reply came a few minutes later. "No - no sunbathing today. :( I slept late and I have to go run some errands. Jack will be home tonight. He only stayed overnight at his folks. I think he is wanting to get home and put his slut of a wife to use. It is hard to fuck really nasty with a kid in the house." "I can see how that would be difficult," I replied. "I will be a bit envious of him tonight, when I am all alone in my bed." "Poor baby! Tell you what, I will give you something to think about when you are alone in your bed tonight," she emailed. "Jack should be here around 8:00 tonight. Keep a watch from your window. I will get him out to the pool. Make sure you turn on your camera. I wanna see the video. Got to go now. Bye. :)". The Sasha Show I sent a quick reply: "Ok. I will watch for you. Bye." I worked on several projects as the afternoon wore on. I had only intended to finish the work I had not completed the day before, but I needed to pass the time, and working did it best for me. So, I worked on some projects that could have waited until later, just to help make the afternoon pass faster. At about 7:00pm, I went downstairs and made myself dinner. I wanted to make sure I was back upstairs in my office by 8:00pm. However, it was nearly 9:00pm when I heard the sliding glass door open. I had been playing with the low light settings on the camera, and I had a pretty clear image of the part of the pool visible through the break in the foliage between the two yards. It was still grainy, but I thought I would be able to see most of what went on. When I heard them come out, I clicked on the 'record' button. Sasha was leading Jack by the hand to the pool. I could tell they were both naked. They were also both laughing. She turned around, a few feet from the pool, grabbed Jack by the neck, and kissed him. He ran is hands down her back and squeezed her shapely ass. After several seconds of making out, Sasha pulled his head down to her tits, and I heard her moan as he licked her nipples. After a few more seconds, she pulled his head away from her tits. I saw Jack was now sporting quite an erection. Sasha turned around to face the pool, but Jack grabbed her tits from behind. Sasha grunted as he began mauling them. He brushed her hair off her neck and kissed it several times, and she moaned even louder. She turned her head around and they kissed again. I knew his hard cock must have been pushed right up against that fantastic ass of hers. This thought brought my own cock to full attention, and I pulled it from my sweat pants. Sasha, broke away from him and walked toward the pool. Jack gave her ass a hard smack that caused her to stumble forward. "Hey!" she shouted, surprised. She then turned toward her husband and said, in a lower voice, "That is no way to treat a lady, Jack." Jack shook his head and answered, "And I would not treat a lady that way, but we both know you are nothing but a dirty little slut, don't we wife?" I saw what looked to be a smile briefly flash across her face just before he grabbed her tits and pushed her backwards into the pool. A loud splash almost covered her surprised scream. Jack jumped in after her. Sasha had just come up, spluttering. She turned toward him, pushing her hair from her eyes. He must have grabbed her ass or hips under the water, because he began pulling her toward him. However, she did not appear to want to play. She pushed him away. When he kept trying to pull them together, she slapped him. Jack laughed, reached up, grabbed her hair, and forced her to kiss him. "You're a fucking jerk, Jack," she whispered, after they had broken their kiss. "And you a fucking cunt, Sasha," he snapped, with just a hint of a playful tone lurking behind his harsh words. "If you quit being a grabby jerk, I'll show you what I have planned for you, babe," she told him. She then pushed him toward the wall of the pool. When they reached the edge, she said, "Sit up on the side, sexy man." Jack complied, and he was soon sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs in the water and his naked wife in front of him in the pool. He was sitting at the front of the pool, so I had a view of his profile, including his hard cock jutting up in the air. Sasha pushed his legs apart and moved between them, her breasts at the level of his cock. She then pushed her tits together around his cock, or at least I thought that is what she did. I could no longer see his cock as her hand and the side of her boob blocked me. Sasha began to move her torso up and down, and Jack's moans confirmed she was tittie-fucking him. As I watched her rub her tits on him, I began to jerk my hard cock faster. I imagined that she had her tits smashed against my cock and I could stare down into her eyes as she used her boobs to pleasure me. "Time to earn your keep, cunt," Jack told his slutty wife as he put his hand on the top of her head and pushed. Sasha let him push her down until her face was even with his crotch. It was hard to tell for sure, as the video was a little too grainy, but it looked like she was rubbing her husband's cock all over her face. "Fucking tease," he growled. Jack grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it. Sasha whimpered, but then appeared to open her mouth wide. "Suck it, bitch!" the man commanded, and his wife did exactly that, taking a little over half his cock in her mouth with one motion. He groaned loudly as she started to bob up and down energetically. "Fuck!" Jack exclaimed. "You are such a good cocksucker, cunt." Sasha was too busy to reply, but I heard a low moan when he called her a 'cunt', and I noticed she had increased her already rapid pace. After a few minutes of this, Jack pulled his wife's head up so the tip of his cock was just resting against her lips. My assumption was that he was about to cum and wanted to prolong the blowjob. I did not blame him - Sasha was clearly a fantastic cocksucker. Just watching her had me fairly close to ready to cum. "Lick it, bitch," he told her. "Just like an ice cream cone." Sasha complied, moving up and down his cock. I could not quite make out her tongue clearly, but just the thought of her licking him like that was fantastic. The change from fast sucking to slow licking might have allowed him to come back from the edge a bit, but it pushed me closer, especially since I could hear her low moans as she licked his rock hard dick. "Very nice, slut, but it's time to suck again," he informed her before tightening his grip on her hair. He maneuvered her mouth to the tip of his cock, but only let her suck on the head at first. It seemed like she was trying to suck him in further, but he was using her hair to keep her from doing so. She whimpered and pulled against his hold. "You want my cock down your throat, bitch?" Jack asked. "Yes, please ram it down my throat, Master," Sasha begged, and she renewed her efforts to pull against his hold on her hair so she could envelope his cock in her mouth. "Sure thing, cunt," Jack snarled, and he slammed her head down, forcing his wife to swallow nearly two thirds of his hard cock. Sasha gagged, but she was not resisting him at all. "That's not quite all of it, you stupid whore," Jack told her, and it was clear, even on the grainy video, that Sasha was trying to take more of it. "That's a good cocksucker, take more of it. Get it down your throat," he encouraged her. However, she seemed to be stuck with about an inch and a half or two to go. "Did you forget how to deep throat, cunt?" he asked her. She shook her head 'no', but it was soon clear she was not going to be able to get it in any further. She gagged every time she tried. "You did forget, didn't you, bitch?" he sneered. "Now I have to force you, just like when you were first learning to do it." Sasha looked up at him, his cock still two thirds of the way in her oral cavity, and nodded. It was then I was sure that this was a game. She probably could have deep throated him at any time, but they both wanted him to force her instead. I almost came right then, but I managed to stop right on the edge. I wanted to see how the scene below me played out, and I did not want to be distracted by my own orgasm. It took all my will power for me to stop stroking myself. Jack let go of his slutty wife's hair briefly, but only to grab new handholds with both hands. Then, and I am not sure of this, given the grainy video, he smiled at her before he shoved her head down with surprising force. A loud "gack" sound came from my computer speakers as he pushed his wife's head down again to the two thirds mark. "Now take the rest, princess," he whispered, almost gently, before he forced her head the rest of the way down. Sasha, for her part, was making an almost indescribable noise, a cross between a gag and a slurp, and I was sure she was applying as much suction as she could to the cock that had been wedged down her throat. I wondered how Jack kept from blowing his load. The feeling must have been incredible. I decided not to wait any longer on my end. I started jacking off again as I watched the man piston his wife's head up and down on his cock, pushing down on her head then pulling it up by the hair, only to force it down again, each time to the base of his cock. And each time, the hot blonde gagged and slurped. It did not take long for both Jack and me to blow our loads. I was first, but just by a few seconds. As I came into a towel (I was getting accustomed to it now), I watched him pull Sasha's face off his cock by her hair. He shoved more of her under water, so that her face, which was now just above the water line, was below the level at which he was sitting. I could not see much of his cum - the video was too grainy - but I am sure I saw some that landed on her upturned face and protruding tongue. He seemed to have a great deal saved up, because he grunted several times while the two of them stayed in exactly the same position. "Fuck that was good," Jack sighed, and he used his wife's much abused hair to pull her up so she was standing again. He leaned forward and kissed her. I was surprised - I had never minded kissing a woman after a blowjob/facial, but I knew a lot of men refused to do so. Then, while they were kissing, he used his fingers to scoop what must have been his cum off her face. When they broke their kiss, he shoved those cum coated fingers in her mouth and she licked them clean. They did this a few more times, until her face must have been mainly cum free. "Thank you for your yummy cum, babe," Sasha purred, and then she pulled his lips to hers again. He slipped from the edge into the pool, and soon they were holding each other tightly, kissing. When they broke apart, he reached up and gently caressed her cheek. "I should have let the cum dry on here - I have always found you incredibly beautiful with cum on your face," he told her. "That's what you tell all the sluts you fuck, Jack Harrison," Sasha teased him. "Yes it is, my one and only little slut," he retorted with a laugh. "Fuck me, Jack," she said suddenly, intensely. "Sure, baby, but let's take it inside," he replied, grabbing her hand and leading her up the pool stairs. "No," Sasha said, while he was leading her from the pool. I wished I could see the water sliding and dripping from her incredible body, but the video just wasn't that clear. "Fuck me here, on the ground, on all fours," she begged. "Like I am your little bitch. Make me your little bitch, Master." I knew she wanted her husband to fuck her, but I realized then that she wanted to keep the show going for me as well (and for herself, via the recording). I would have liked that too, but her husband had other plans. "No, slut," he said, and dropped her hand. Then, pointing to the back door, he commanded her, "Inside now, cunt! If you don't hurry, the whipping will be much worse." Sasha started to rush toward the door, but then she stopped. She turned, looked at her husband (and maybe up at my window as she was in the process of turning) and flipped him off. Then she turned around again and strutted to their back door and into the house, giving both of us a great view of her perfect ass. "Somebody sure wants a real whipping," Jack mused to himself as he followed his wife. After their exchange and his last comment, and because of the possibility that she had looked up at me, and because of the certainty that she had made sure I had quite a show, my cock hardened again. I started to jack-off, imagining what must be happening inside their house. Then I had an idea. I opened my office window and moved the parabolic dish to the opening. I pointed it in the general direction of where I though their bedroom would be and turned up the gain all the way. I ran downstairs, grabbed my best pair of headphones, and ran back upstairs. I plugged them in to the jack on the front of the computer, and turned up the sound level on the computer as high as it would go. At first, I heard only static. Then, I was quite sure I heard a crack followed by a scream. As I listened intently, I estimated that I had heard maybe six or seven cracks, each but the last couple followed by a scream. I heard nothing after that of which I could be certain, but I might have heard sobbing. And a little later, I might have heard moaning. And a little after that, as I stroked myself to another orgasm, thinking of Jack Harrison whipping his naughty wife, I might have heard a different kind of scream, one of release, not of pain. *** The next day, on Sunday, I sent the video to the email address Sasha had used on Friday. I did not hear anything back, but I did not expect to until Monday, as her husband would be at home all day Sunday. However, after several days passed, I began to wonder if I would hear from her again. I had seen her out in the backyard a couple of times since her adventure with her husband, but she did not sunbathe either time. Nor did she look at my window at all. I admit I was disappointed, but when I thought it through, it was not surprising. My suspicion was that she was feeling guilty about teasing me - not because of me, but because of her husband. I was working early on a Monday morning, a little more than a week after watching Sasha service her husband in the pool, when she made her next move. I had received an assignment the night before that was due by 9:00am my time, so I had been working on it since just after 4:00am. It was now 8:40am, and I had just finished my last edits. I was in the process of sending the article by email to the client when an email from Sasha came in. I made myself finish sending off the article before I opened her email, which read: Hey Kev, My husband left this morning for a business trip. He won't be back until Thursday night. My daughter is still at her grandparents' house. Wanna show? Oh, and I loved the last video. xoxoxo Sasha All her prior emails to me had been just single paragraph in length, as had mine to her. This email was different, more personal somehow. In the same spirit I replied: Hey Sexy Sasha, I am glad you liked the video. I would love a show. I was afraid that you had decided not to do anymore. Lustfully yours, Kev Her response came in less than a minute: My husband took some time off last week. We fucked a lot. I have not been up to a show. But I have missed giving them to you. So, over the weekend I told him I was too sore to fuck. I wanted to be extra horny for you after he was gone. My husband has made me give him seven blow jobs in the last three days. I am horny beyond even what I had imagined. I almost fucked him last night, I was so horny, but I made myself wait for you. So, I blew him instead and swallowed it all down, which made me even hornier. Then I blew him again before he left today. I am about to burst! God! Just typing this had made me wet! Get your camera ready, I am heading out back now. I have some toys I think you will like. :) XXX :o<== Sasha I had just finished turning everything on when she walked into the back yard. She was wearing a light blue silk robe, which clung nicely to her every curve, and carrying a small backpack. She turned the lounge chair toward my house, waived, blew me a kiss, and let the silk robe slither off of her smooth, naked body. I had been mostly hard from our brief email exchange, and watching the robe slide from her body brought me to full attention. I sat down in my chair and freed my rigid cock, my eyes glued to the screen as Sasha slowly rubbed sunscreen all over her body. Once she was finished with the lotion, my slutty neighbor straddled the lounge chair and sat down. She then removed four items from her backpack. The first was a vibrator shaped like a real cock (a thick one), the second was a small black flogger, the third was a bright red ball with a black strap, and the fourth looked like a chain of small beads. She placed the vibrator between her legs, although she did not touch it to her pussy yet. In fact, given that I could not hear a hum, I did not think it was on. Next, she laid out the black flogger on her thigh. She then spent a few second pinching and tweaking her nipples. When her nipples were hard and pointing out nicely from her chest, the petite blonde took what I had thought was a chain of beads, but which I now saw was really two small clamps connected by the beads, and fixed a clamp to each nipple, the chain of beads suspended between them. I was already starting to breathe harder, and I realized I was not far from the edge of cumming - and she was not even playing with herself yet. I let go of my cock, intending not to touch it again until she had put on more of a show. Once she had the nipple clamps how she wanted them, Sasha picked up the red ball with the strap, opened her mouth wide, and popped it in. She then fastened the strap around her head. When she had it adjusted to her liking, she looked up at my window, her full lips stretched taught around the red ball, and winked. Despite my resolve to wait, I started stroking my cock again. I was mesmerized by the ball gag in her mouth. The gagged blonde reclined her lounge chair back to her favorite position - about a 45 degree angle to the ground - and picked up the vibrator and turned it on (I heard the tell-tale hum). She then rubbed it all around her pussy with one hand while the other hand tugged lightly on the beaded chain hanging between the clamps on her nipples. She looked up at my window for several seconds, and then she closed her eyes. I started stroking my cock again. I knew I should wait - I had no doubt that Sasha's little show for me would get much nastier than it had been already - but I could not resist. After rubbing the tip of the vibrator all around her pussy, the naked blonde concentrated on her clit for a few moments. Muffled moans escaped around the red ball in her mouth as she stimulated her most sensitive place. Then, rapidly and with a fair amount of force, she shoved the vibrator up her pussy. Only about an inch or so of it protruded from her cunt. After she shoved the vibrating plastic cock inside her, I heard a muffled scream. Now I knew the purpose of the ball-gag. She intended to be rough, and she did not want to be heard all over the neighborhood. Also, I suspected she had guessed how turned I would be when I saw the red ball gag between her lips. I couldn't hold back - I came, catching it all with the towel. I never took my eyes from the video on the computer monitor, however. And although my cock softened some after my orgasm, it did not go limp. I was anticipating what my slutty neighbor would do with the flogger. I did not have long to wait. With her mouth gagged, her nipples clamped, and the vibrating cock buried deep in her cunt, Sasha started on the next part of her show. She picked up the flogger and slowly drug its numerous leather strands along the skin of her legs, her inner thighs, her shaved pussy, her slightly curved stomach, and her lovely breasts. She shuddered and moaned behind her gag as she did so. After teasing herself (and me) for some time, my slutty neighbor changed tactics. She started on her breasts, smacking the many blades of the flogger against her breasts and her clamped nipples. Each smack brought snap and a stifled scream. My cock was rock hard again by this time, and I stroked it slowly as she moved the lashes of the flogger to her belly, then to her inner thighs, and finally to her pussy. At first, she only lightly smacked her pussy with the flogger, but each smack was harder than the one before, and each snap of the blades of the flogger against her skin grew louder, as did her moans and stifled yelps.