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Private Pleasure

By: EmeliaBell



Quentin watched, surreptitiously, over the top of his book as the girl in the red sweater flicked through the rack of CDs for sale. He waited, still watching, for her nimble fingers to miss a CD or fumble a flick, but she seemed to have made an art form of it and didn't skip a CD as she deftly flipped them forwards so she could see the next one. To someone concentrating as closely as Quentin was it seemed almost hypnotic, the plastic cases clattering slightly as they fell like dominoes. He reached for his camera, it was an unconscious motion, as he lined it up on her, adjusted the shutter speed and pressed the shutter button firmly down. 

She turned to glare at him as she heard the distinctive clunk of a camera taking a photo, she didn't want some strange, creepy little man photographing her, but her mum was trying to move her towards the exit and she didn't want to confront him. Quentin smiled to himself as he put his camera back on the floor under his chair, that photo would be just for him. He had a collection of pictures at home that wouldn't have meant anything to anybody but him, a bizarre congregation of face and body parts of complete strangers all getting on with their day to day lives, unaware of the observer with the camera. 

He often spent Saturdays in this library, it was a good place to watch people quietly without drawing too much attention. The librarians had been wary at first, but he stayed out of their sight when he was taking pictures and he seemed harmless enough. Quentin was always careful never to photograph the small children he watched, despite the fascinating games they played that he loved to observe. It was one thing to make a record of events that adults got up to, the worst that could happen was an official police warning, but he had no desire to be had up on a count of paedophilia.

He stayed in the library till 5pm, then walked home past the station, stopping to take a couple of photos from the bridge as the sun dodged between clouds, leaving the elegant historical buildings lining the banks in picturesque silhouette. It wasn't artistic, it wasn't even, to him, very interesting, but he knew what sold and he needed the money from the pictures he managed to sell at the local art galleries and tourist shops. 

It was late before he got in. He had detoured by the city centre on the way home, hoping to get some more of the photos he delighted in of young couples on their way out to dinner and groups of young people and teenagers in their finery heading for the nearest bar at the beginning of a long night of drinking and clubbing. He had a telephoto lens with him and he knew how to be discreet, and managed to get some candid shots of a rowdy bunch on their way to an even rowdier night spot. The girls were showing acres of bare flesh and the boys couldn't seem to believe their luck. 

Quentin watched as the girls not so accidentally brushed bare arms or soft breasts against the boy of their choice, occasionally tripping and almost falling, hoping to be caught in the nick of time by one or even two of the helpless, hopeless boys. In the human world, Quentin observed, it was the females who wore the bright colours in the hope of attracting the males. His camera zoomed in on intimate shots of a girl's brightly painted face smiling up at a slightly spotty youth, his arm protectively and gingerly encircling her waist. Another shot caught a girl's hand lightly resting on the same boy's opposite arm in seeming supplication, the chewed, pink enameled nails clashing with his orange shirt. Quentin felt a rush of empathy for this ignored and silently pleading hand, how often had he felt the same way, trying to attract the attention of someone far above him on the attraction scale. 

The voyeuristic nature of Quentin's hobby was, more often than not, an outlet for his own frustrations. It wasn't a sexual stimulant for him, despite the comments made by anyone who caught him, he wasn't interested in that aspect of his photography. Instead his subversive photographs were a catalogue and a reflection of his own thoughts and feelings. He didn't keep a journal, he kept carefully dated files of photographs. 

Although fairly innocent on the whole, there was a rare picture that triggered a surge of heat and lust within him, these photographs were often subtle, sensual compositions, always taken on the sly. He had been known to sell them to the more arty pornographic publications in return for a reasonable sum when he was short of funds, there would always be men interested in the peeping tom feeling of Quentin's art. 

Tonight was an unusual night, the image of the girl's fingers flipping relentlessly through the CDs appealed to Quentin's curious libido, something about the deftness of her hands aroused him to a state where all he could see was the sensual nature of human relations. As the evening wore on, more and more of his photos centred on erotic imagery, what would normally seem entirely innocent became heated and sexy when viewed through Quentin's eyes. A picture of a warm hand rubbing a chilled arm, the skin raised in delicate goose-bumps seemed to linger on the flesh touching flesh, the thumb lightly brushing the side of the breast, the fingers causing dimples under their pressure. Another showed the cold air penetrating a girl's thin top, caressing her nipple to a tantalizing hardness, visible through the light fabric, proudly displaying the lack of bra.

A drunken couple kissing up against a wall looked like an outtake from a documentary about club reps in Ibiza, until the long lens zoomed in and selected a thick fingers pushing up a skirt; a head tipped back in submission to kisses; a hand splayed against a rough brick wall. This last one seemed particularly erotic to Quentin and, as his breathing quickened and the blood started to rush to his groin, he felt an urgent need to go home.

It was almost 1am and he was sitting at his computer, sifting through the pictures from that evening. For Quentin the pleasure at the time was never from watching, but from the anticipation of looking at the pictures later. He loved this late night quiet, just the rush of traffic outside and the soft clicking of his mouse as he flicked through his spoils. As the images from the evening flashed past his arousal built until he was unable to ignore it. He'd come to the pictures of the couple against the wall now and there were pictures he didn't remember capturing. Innocent ones like a hand on a face, suggestive ones like a knee inserted between bare thighs and a downright pornographic shot of the woman being penetrated by the man's fingers, her moist, swollen folds fully visible through the high magnification of the telephoto, the whole shot tinged with the dusky, orange glow of the streetlights. Normally such graphic imagery wasn't interesting to Quentin, but the almost abstract appearance of such a close-up, heightened by the lighting that was so obviously outdoor and the cumulative effect of the evening's visions left him unable to restrain himself. Unzipping his trousers he reached inside and began to play with himself. He looked briefly at the screen, his eyes flicking back there every 30 seconds, but for the most part he watched himself in the window's reflection. He even spied on himself in moments of pleasure. He was nearing orgasm when he noticed the building opposite. 

There was a light on in a window on the floor below him and, sat on the bed with her legs apart, sat a woman in a silky dressing gown looking right at him. She wasn't doing anything, just looking, seemingly waiting for him to notice her. Quentin froze. Totally unused to being watched, his erection melted away faster than a London snow fall. Slowly he reached out for his camera, but the woman only smiled when she saw him open the window and lean out. When she saw the camera she stood up and he feared that was an end, but then she winked at him and slowly, teasing him, started to untie the sash of her dressing gown. Underneath she was wearing a pair of sheer stockings and some high heels. She stood, the dressing gown pushed back off her shoulders, waiting. As he raised the camera to his face she smiled, satisfied. The voyeur meets the exhibitionist.

Slowly she let the gown slide down her arms to the floor, whilst Quentin took a series of photos showing the progression of the silk down her pale, slender arm. As she reached up and unfastened her hair, letting it fall loose about her shoulders like a shampoo advertisement he caught the curve of her breast as it melted into her upraised arm, the motion of her fingers in her hair, the silky locks falling over her face as she shook her head. 

Once she was sure of Quentin's undivided attention she walked back to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Slowly, tenderly, she ran her hand down her neck and over her breast. Quentin took a picture of her beautiful, luscious breast cupped in her elegant hand and a picture of the nipple puckering and hardening as her fingers slipped lower. Another shot showed her hand stroking the soft, white skin of her inner thigh, the slight bulge where the stocking cut into her flesh. Finally there was a series of shots of her busy fingers, dipping, stroking, dipping, rubbing as she lay prostrate and squirming on the bed, her legs open wide to Quentin's lens, her breasts wobbling with the movement. 

When she had come, the pleasure/pain expression of her face during that exquisite moment captured for posterity, she quietly got up, put on her dressing gown and pulled he blind down. Quentin sat there, amazed and aroused. The photographs were sensational. Grainy, slightly blurred, photojournalist style. He converted them into black and white and printed them out, every single one. For the rest of the night he sat there, gazing at the photographs, bringing himself to the brink of orgasm over and over, hoping she'd expose herself again, but the blinds stayed down. In the morning, when all hope was gown, he finally allowed himself the luxury of release, followed by a profitable morning selling his latest collection of images. 

That night he picked up his camera and went back to town, Saturdays were even more profitable than Fridays, usually, and maybe, if he was lucky, she would be waiting for him when he got home...

Private Pleasures Ch. 01



Mark Mitchell had begun his building renovation nearly two years before today. Now he stood outside his luxurious apartment complex looking over a few last minute details, finalizing the last bit of needed landscaping before his units were ready to be inhabited.

A year prior, Mark had began advertising his units along with a fairly expensive brochure that went into more than sufficient detail about how they'd look, everything that was included, along with some pretty special rental requirements. Initially, he wasn't even sure there would be that many people interested in his properties, but that concern proved to be unfounded, far beyond his wildest expectations. Even before the first week had gone by, Mark had received well over a hundred applicants interested in moving in to only ten available, yet very spacious apartments, though one of these located on the top floor of one section, would be his own equally spacious living area. Most of the units were two bedrooms, but he had couple that were three bedrooms in the event that special or unusual circumstances would require that. Each unit was equipped with multiple baths, laundry facilities, though Mark had also included an inexpensive service for that as well should anyone wish to use it. There were only three units per floor that formed a sort of horseshoe like design around private grounds, which included a nine-hole golf course, swimming pool, spa and recreation area.

At 44 years of age, Mark was a self-made millionaire with nothing but a whole lot of time on his hands, and as some might say, some fairly peculiar tastes as well. Though sexually active, and dating several women at the same time, Mark's favorite pastime was voyeuristic in nature. Which is the main reason he decided to build this particular complex, and offer it to a very selected group of people who were willing to agree to the very specific, and very clearly defined terms.

To those who had applied, there came a multitude of questions of course, most of which he'd already explained in the brochure, but he'd expected that as he began going through the pre-screening and interview process.

As luxurious as his apartments were, it wasn't just the rich that could afford to live there, in fact, it was almost the opposite. Mark wouldn't be charging any rent for anyone to live there. The only requirement was that they had to agree to live there for a year minimum, responsible only for their own utilities, and accept the fact that every room in their entire apartment would be on a 24/7 private security camera system that Mark would operate from his own Penthouse apartment located on the very top floor of the building. The only area of any apartment not able to be remotely viewed would be in the self-enclosed bathroom stalls themselves. These would be the only true sanctuary of any of his units. Those who agreed to those terms and conditions could thus live a life of real luxury, rent free, provided they were willing to accept the loss of their privacy for a year.

In addition, Mark made everyone aware they were free to come and visit him any time and see exactly what it would be like, and look like to Mark while they were living there. He didn't want there to be any misrepresentations or misunderstandings with regards to his internal and external "Private Security Monitoring System", or "PSMS" as he affectionately referred to it. This would include cameras monitoring the spacious swimming pool in the courtyard, along with the Jacuzzi and spa inside, weight room, and game room. As stated to everyone that applied or who were truly interested, every waking aspect of their daily lives while living there would be on camera each and every day, though they were also all made aware, none of it would be broadcast to the outside world. It would strictly be for his interest and viewing pleasures alone, unless he invited someone else to view along with him of course. But beyond that, no one else would ever know or be made aware of the unusual living conditions unless they chose to do so.

#

Mark had of course done a very thorough background check on everyone that had applied for one of his units. In addition, he'd given each individual person a very detailed, often very explicit questionnaire that he also required to be filled out in full. Anyone refusing to do so was immediately discarded as a potential candidate for one of the Suites. Mark proceeded at that point to filter through those who had qualified, selecting a wide and diverse group of individuals so that no two, or groups would be too similar in looks, shape, size, or even in beliefs. The last thing he wanted was a commune like feel, or even a cookie-cutter like atmosphere of similar people all living together. For Mark, that would take away one of the aspects of his voyeuristic curiosities, and being interested in watching people as well as observing them, he needed them to be as completely different from one another as possible, but still willing and able to get along together as well.

Beyond the camera requirements, utilities, he only had one another specific requirement, one weekend a month he would have a building party, and with the exception of true emergency requirements, everyone would be expected to attend.

Satisfied with the almost manicured like grounds, Mark headed back up to his own penthouse apartment to go over the last minute review of applicants and begin making the phone calls that would tell them they'd been accepted.

"Stacy? This is Mark Mitchell calling. I just wanted to tell you that you and your sister have been approved. You can begin moving in anytime that you'd like."

Stacy and her twin sister Tracy would be occupying Suite 101 on the ground floor, along with a newly married couple Jack and Darlene who would occupy Suite 102 in the middle wing. Jack was employed by a local bank, Darlene was currently unemployed, but it had also been one of the reasons Mark had selected them. It guaranteed him that at least one of them would usually be home during the course of the day, and could possibly prove to be interesting in nature. Next to them in Suite 103, and rounding out the bottom floor of the building was a single male, Mike, who was also currently unemployed, but a local artist of sorts who made a reasonable living on the side selling some of the pieces he sculpted, which were most all nudes of women who came to his studio and posed for him.

Above in Suite 201, Mark had leased the suite to a lesbian couple, Pat and Pamela who'd been living together for several years now. Pat was certainly more masculine than Pamela, or "Pam" as she preferred being called, though even Pam had quite a bit of a tom-boyish look to her that Mark had found intriguing. And the fact that even though they were lesbians, and fully aware that Mark would be able to look in on them day or night, they had readily agreed to all the terms and conditions of living there, which had surprised him as two other lesbian and gay couples had declined once they'd been informed of the very special requirements.

In Suite 202, Mark had chosen a brother and sister who'd been sharing their parent's rundown decrepit old house together after their parents had died. Of legal age, though they were both still fairly young, Charlene being 18, and her brother Danny at 20, both attending a local junior college, and only able to afford to go with the money they were both saving by agreeing to live here.

Next to them in Suite 203, Mark had selected a much older single but attractive looking woman. Martha was in her late fifties, but after having read through her profile, and though she was fairly well to do herself, he'd accepted her as well as he knew from interviewing her that she loved to attend parties, and most often they were the kind that were very sexual in nature.

In the units just below his own penthouse, Mark had accepted another married couple, though having no children which had been another one of his pre-screening requirements, each middle aged, and reasonably successful in their respective careers. John was a contractor, and Mark had in fact hired him and used him in the final plans and building construction, offering John along with his wife Cindy one of the available units.

In Suite 302, Mark had selected an interesting older gentleman whose wife had died only two years earlier. Still active and fit however at just over 60 years of age, Mark had selected Robert, or "Bob" as he preferred being called, to act as the overseer of the grounds, with enough experience behind him to warrant that, along with a select group of hired grounds keepers and maintenance personnel that would see to the day to day needs of the building complex.

Last but certainly not least was his very own daughter Brandy, a recent graduate from high school, her boyfriend James, and another friend of theirs, Andy or Andrew who had come to live with them while all three tried to decide what they were going to do with their respective lives from here. They would be occupying one of the suites that offered up three separate bedrooms, though Mark already knew his daughter and boyfriend would in all likelihood be staying in one of them together. His only requirement in allowing them to stay there had been that they not disclose that fact, he being her father, to any of the other tenants. Something they had all three readily agreed to given the circumstance of their rent-free luxurious stay.

All total, there would be 17 people living together there in his complex, including himself. With that many, all under the watchful eyes of his camera's, Mark felt certain that there would be plenty of drama, entertainment, and perhaps a few wildly erotic sexual escapades to keep him entertained. And much to his delight, he didn't have too long to wait to discover that for himself either.

#

Suite 301

Initially both John and Cindy had been self conscious about the cameras, and had even tried to ascertain where they were all located, without any success. Mark had done too fine a job of concealing them throughout the complex for them ever to be discovered, with the exception of those that were outside and served a dual purpose of actually providing security and monitoring the grounds.

"Do you think we're being watched this very moment?" Cindy wondered.

"Who knows? Maybe, maybe not," John told her. "But it's something we'd both better get used to," he reminded his wife. "We're here for a year either way, and just because some guy will be looking in on us whenever he feels like it, I'm not about to act or behave any differently either. Besides, I helped build this place, and I really look forward to living here."

They were both still putting things away, though they hadn't needed to bring much with them as every unit was lavishly furnished. Hungry, they had ordered in Pizza, and now stood drinking a beer together, taking a break. John's idea of taking a break had included a little more than eating pizza and drinking beer however. With Cindy wearing only one of his old work shirts, the tail tied in front barely covering her large full breasts, and a very skimpy pair of cut-off shorts, John had immediately gotten other ideas.

"Come on Cindy, like I said, I'm not about to change the way I live or act if we're going to be here. And that includes the two of us doing what we enjoy doing, whenever we feel like doing it. You agreed to that prior to our moving in here," he told her even as he reached for and began untying his wife's shirt.

"I know, and I know I'll eventually get used to the idea," she told her husband, "and admittedly, it is sort of a nasty, naughty feeling when I actually think about it," she added. "The fact that someone might actually be watching us doing it, does sort of add to the excitement of it a little too."

"I thought you might eventually see it that way," John said grinning as he stood cupping his wife's firm breasts, squeezing and massaging them even as she began unzipping his pants, freeing his firm erect member.

Suite 103

Mike had been one of the first tenants to move into the complex. He had taken one of the lower floor suites specifically because it was easier to receive the large amount of clay he used. Having turned one of the bedrooms into a studio, it also offered the additional feature of having it's own private little patio outside the bedroom where he would often work outside, weather permitting, and where many of his models would sit posing for long periods of time in the nude and still feel comfortable while privately doing so. Mike of course didn't inform any of them that they could well often be looked at while there. A thought he honestly didn't really think about any more after living there for well over two weeks now.

Today, Mrs. Grayson, or Carol was modeling for him. Something she did more for personal fun than anything else. Mike didn't even pay her for the time she was there, giving her a percentage, and a small one at that, for whatever piece he sold that she may have modeled for. Most of the time, he didn't even sculpt their heads or faces, usually it was an abstract of their body, a line or specific curve, sometimes erotic in nature, which is what he mostly sold to a very select group of clients. Carol had gotten a kick out of the fact that her own husband had actually purchased one of Mike's pieces, and didn't even know that it was his own wife's breasts shown in the sculpture. Nor was she about to tell him either.

"It's a little warm out here today isn't it?" Carol asked appearing to wipe her forehead momentarily.

"Please try not to move around so much Carol, I'm trying to keep a particular line in mind for your right breast," he told her sternly. "And I need you to harden your nipples for me again too," he added. Carol picked up one of the ice-cubes he had given her in a bowl and quickly ran it across both breasts, immediately hardening each of them again.

"You know, if you'd just take your cock out and leave it there, I promise you I wouldn't need the ice-cubes in order to keep them hard," she said teasingly.

"Yeah, well last time I did that, you kept turning to look at it, and I kept loosing the lines."

Carol pouted, rubbed her nipples once again forcing Mike to stop where he was, waiting for her to reposition herself. He merely glared at her until she had done so.

"I have another appointment in less than an hour," she reminded him. "And you promised," she added with a pouty sulk on her face.

Exasperated, Mike put down the small trowel he'd been using. "I guess that's enough for today anyway," he stated. "Might as well let this harden and dry tomorrow, we can finish the piece on Friday if you're available."

Carol immediately stood, pretending to stretch though she'd been anxiously waiting for something else entirely. "I can be here Friday morning," she said easily, "for an hour or so anyway." Then she smiled, giving Mike that certain look that said she wasn't about to be denied any longer and walked over to where he stood, still cleaning off his hands.

"Now, how about you let me sculpt that cock of yours," she stated as she fumbled with his belt, unzipping him.

Suite 101

Stacy was just slipping into the shower in preparation for their date this evening. She and her sister Tracy had met a couple of guys at a party a week ago, but the funny part had been that Tracy hadn't been attracted at all to the guy she had ended up with, though Stacy had been. And since nothing of a real intimate nature had occurred yet, they'd agreed to do what they had sometimes, though rarely done in the past, in switching identities with one another prior to going out. As far as Pete would know, he'd still be seeing Tracy again, not Stacy. While Tracy on the other hand would be paired up with David, whom they had actually both liked reasonably well, so it all worked out for the best anyway. If in time the relationship continued, the girls would find a way of explaining it all as they usually did.

Now, with those thoughts in mind, and the eager anticipation of perhaps actually getting intimate with Pete later on that evening, Stacy began washing herself, though she began paying particular attention to an ever growing arousal situated between her legs. As she had done, self consciously perhaps, she glanced upwards and then around, wondering...but quickly disassociated the thought.

"Even if you are watching me right now," she thought, "You might as well enjoy it, because I'm certainly going to!"

Stacy enjoyed the feel of the water as it vibrated down against her. The specialized showers could be adjusted to any kind of pulsating or massaging spray imaginable, and she had quite by accident discovered that one such particular pulsating spray felt really good on her exposed pussy when she had inadvertently directed it there. Ever since, she frequently masturbated while using it there in the shower. With a nice comfortable little bench seat built into the shower stall, Stacy chose to sit down rather than stand. Resting one leg on a wide comfortably positioned ledge, she effectively opened herself, displaying her pussy to the warm water's caress as it pounded down in pulsating little bursts against herself.

"Hmm," she murmured to herself, pleased with the deliciously wicked sensations. With her hands free, she merely had to hold herself apart, further exposing her hard little clitoris to the more direct stimulation of the pounding water as it played against both the folds, as well as her sensitive little clit. She was enjoying the delicious sensation of doing that when her twin sister walked into the bathroom.

"You masturbating again?" Tracy asked, then laughing. Though the shower stalls were certainly enclosed, they didn't have those foggy glass over, being crystal clear so that Tracy could see exactly what it was that her sister was doing.

"Like you don't?" Stacy shot back, though she remained where she was, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the pounding water against her cunt.

"I just prefer my vibrator," she said sitting down on the toilet seat, though continuing to watch her sister through the glass enclosure. "Though I have to admit sis, seeing you there does look interesting! I might actually have to try that sometime."

"Be my guest," Stacy told her. "But you'll have to wait until I'm finished here at least, now...shut up and let me enjoy myself, you're distracting me!"

#

"Not bad," Mark thought to himself as he flipped through a few of the other rooms. Most everyone else was either out, or busily involved with normal mundane routines to be of any real interest, but at the moment at least, he had three of the suites with enough interesting activities taking place to amuse him, so he quickly brought all three up onto the main large screen and split the images in order to watch all three side by side.

Suite 301

Having undressed her now entirely, John stood behind his wife as she prostrated herself over one of the chairs leaning over it. Her magnificent breasts swinging too and fro as he fucked her rhythmically from behind. 

"Oh yeah baby, that's nice, that's really, really nice!" John moaned as he continued pounding away inside his wife's cunt. "You're so fucking wet!"

Cindy's own hand was busily twirling away at her clit as John fucked her, the sweetness of her own climax rapidly growing nearer and nearer.

"Harder you fucker!" she cried out abandoning any inhibitions. Something John had always loved about her after they'd met. Cindy had always had this hidden secret side to herself, shy and demure to an extent whenever they were around other couples until she really got to know them, but becoming a real horny, dirty fuck-slut the moment she truly became aroused. Once she had, she enjoyed rough language, "dirty talk" as she called it, and the hornier and hotter she became, then the dirtier and more obscene it became, both in hearing it as well as in speaking it herself.  "Fuck my cunt you prick!" she called back at him, looking over her own shoulder as John stood behind her, hands on her hips now slamming himself into her just as fast and as furious as he could manage as Cindy ground back against him, meeting each and every plunge of his prick deep inside her wet glistening pussy with an urgency that heightened her own impending climax.




Private Pleasures Ch. 01



"Oh yeah baby, yeah! Here it comes you fucking cunt!" 

As much as she was vocal about her sexuality, she was every bit, if not more so about being decadent in the act itself, which often included watching, and feeling her husbands spunk landing on her. Usually, she preferred it however when he shot his load directly against her pussy, where she would most often then finish off herself by using his cream to masturbate herself to orgasm with. And this, is exactly what she wanted him to do now.

Spinning around, Carol spread her lips apart with her hands giving John the perfect target as he began fisting himself, pumping the first hot spurt of his semen directly against her wide-open split.

"Shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it!" she cried happily, watching each delicious spray of his cream splattering against her sex as she began capturing it with her hands and fingers, now spreading it upon herself, fingering her clit wildly as she soon joined him in sweet agonized pleasure.

Suite 103

Mike had positioned himself, lying down in one of two over-sized lounge chairs. One of Carol's favorite places to fuck was outside, she'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist anyway, the thrill of someone seeing her, catching her, or flashing her breasts at a complete and total stranger had a wicked appeal to her, as did fucking Mike outside on the patio as she was now.

"That feel good baby? You like the way my pussy feels around your cock?"

"Yes Carol, I do," Mike responded half-heartedly. He was still annoyed with her at the moment for causing him to quit working earlier than he'd intended. And he also knew that calling her Carol while fucking her annoyed her as well. She had a slightly twisted desire to be called Mrs. Grayson for some reason instead.

"Oh come on baby, you know what I like hearing," she cooed into his ear. "Please baby? For me? Pretty please? I promise to suck you off, let you come in my mouth if you'll say it," she offered.

Even Mike had to admit, Carol, "Mrs. Grayson" could suck cock like no one he'd ever been with before.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me Mrs. Grayson, fuck my prick."

She was already in the throes of climax before he got her full name out, shuddering against him in pure ecstasy. "See? Now that wasn't really all that difficult now was it?" she stated, slipping down off his prick where she then proceeded to lavish it with that talented tongue and lips of hers.

# Suite 101

Mark watched Tracy head from the bathroom back into the bedroom. Opening her nightstand drawer, he saw her remove a rather realistic looking vibrating penis, which she turned on briefly checking to make sure it was still working. He expected her to perhaps lie down on the bed and use it there, especially as she tossed the toy down onto the bed and began removing her clothes. The moment she was naked however, she snatched the pink prick from the bed and headed back into the bathroom.

"Interesting," Mark mused feeling his cock begin to harden.

Both girls wore their blond hair relatively short, no more than about four inches long, styled in a cute bob that gave them both a pixyish sort of look, though with full sensual lips and enormous blue eyes, they looked far from innocent. And from what Mark could tell, especially now, they were identical in nearly every other way as well. Small breasted to some extent, the twin's boobs were very perky, pointed, and capped with the darkest pink tipped nipples he'd ever seen. They had both shaved as well, so there was no easy way to identify them as far as simply looking at them that he could discern.

Stacy was still sitting on the little bench thoroughly enjoying herself as the water continued to pummel her spread open pussy. Tracy re-entered the bathroom once again taking her seat down on the toilet.

"Now what?" Stacy asked her sister.

"Nothing, just keep doing what you're doing." Stacy laughed.

"What? Seeing your sister getting herself off turned you on huh?" But Tracy didn't answer her, simply continuing to sit there watching her sister as she began running the tip of the now vibrating toy up and down her hairless slit.

From where she was sitting of course, Stacy could see what her sister was doing. "I'm going to have to try that one sometime," she said lustily. "It looks bigger than the one I have, how's it feel anyway?"

"Now who's being the talkative one?" Tracy spoke with a hint of irritation in her own voice, though it was feigned. "If you'd like, we can switch places."

"No fucking way, I'm too close as it is, another couple of minutes and I'll be there."

And indeed she was, as only minutes after that Stacy's mouth came open forming a wide "O" that she held sucking in her breath, humping herself against the water's spray and began to climax. Simultaneously, seeing this, Tracy plunged the vibrating toy inside herself, holding it there by closing her legs together, then furiously began slapping her cunt with the palm of her hand until she too had joined her sister in her own climatic ecstasy. 

Mark smiled, wiping the just spent cum from his hands with one of the tissues he kept nearby, quickly checking to see how Cindy and John were doing, though they had since gotten redressed and had begun putting additional things away again.

Likewise, Mike was back to straightening his own work area with Carol having made a hasty departure only moments ago.

It had been a satisfying afternoon all in all, and Mark was already looking forward to the next day as it was the weekend, and he hoped that with most everyone at home, that he'd have a lot more enjoyable pleasures ahead of him.

Saturday morning, 7:50 a.m. By the Pool

Pat and Pamela had gotten up for an early morning swim and exercise. Mark was just on his way back after checking on how the Golf shack was doing, as that was available to the public for use as well. Noticing Pat and Pamela as they did a few laps in the pool, he spoke with them briefly before heading up the elevator to his penthouse.

"Morning ladies," he greeted them as he walked by. Though Pam smiled in a friendly way, he barely got a nod of recognition from Pat. "Hmm, have to remember that, apparently Pat doesn't care to be considered a lady."

The girls sat treading water until Mark had finally disappeared around the corner heading to the main lobby area.

"I still think it's weird," Pat stated staring at her girlfriend.

"Well if it's so weird, why'd you agree to come here and live?" she questioned her friend pointedly. "You know damn well what all was involved, and so what if he gets his kick's peeking in on everyone now and then, we're living here free, in a beautiful place, so who gives a shit?" As though to prove her point, Pam suddenly reached over grabbing the front of Pat's bikini top, pulling it, and watched as it came away in her hand. 

"Hey!"

But before Pat could do anything more than yell at her, Pam scrambled out of the water, grabbing Pat's top as well as both towels. "See you inside honey!" she laughed racing off.

"Pamela! You'd better get your scrawny ass back here!" Pat screamed. But Pam continued on towards the side door, dropping one of the towels at the last moment before heading inside. Pat didn't even bother to cover her breasts; she just strolled purposely towards the door, picking the towel up, but even then not bothering to cover herself with it.

Suite 201

Mark had just poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, turned on the multi-screened control board, and settled down into his large over-sized chair when he picked up Pat just then retrieving her towel off the grass near the side entry door. He followed her from there into the elevator, and then in the elevator as she headed towards the second floor. Though somewhat surprised, he watched as she stood there merely holding the towel in her hands without bothering to cover herself up.

Even though she was gay, Mark had to appreciate the well-muscled tone of her body. And although it was very masculine in nature, and though her breasts appeared more muscle than feminine, as he preferred seeing, it was still an interesting contrast between the two women. Additionally, her dark hair was cut short in a very mannish style as well, with Pamela wearing her light brown hair in a very long ponytail most of the time.

Pat soon entered their suite and went looking for Pamela. Amused, Mark watched on as Pat began to move through their apartment with a look of determination etched deeply within her face.

"Pam? Where the hell are you?" She demanded, though obviously Pam had decided to remain quiet and hidden for the time being.

As Pat passed by their spacious living room, she didn't see her as Pam scrambled around the backside of the couch crawling along on the floor, then springing up from behind her. Before Pat even knew what was going on, Pam had jumped on the woman's back and was now hanging on for all she was worth as Pat stumbled further into the bedroom with Pam riding her back.

For as strong as Pat obviously was, Pam wasn't any sort of weakling herself, and by now had a firm hold on her partner, legs locked around the woman's waist, her hands, each one firmly digging into, and holding onto Pat's breasts.

"You little shit!" she screamed, but it was one that had a mixture of surprised laughter along with the pretended sternness she was trying to portray.

"You want some of me? You want some of this?" Pam challenged, then dropping away, jumped up onto the bed stripping off her bikini top and bottom as she stood there bouncing up and down like a challenger in a boxing or wrestling ring.

Pam had even smaller breasts than the twins did, though they had a nice supple bounce to them as she continued jumping up and down on the bed in challenge to her partner who stood surveying her, biding her time before pouncing. And also unlike the twins, Pam had a near perfectly shaped little triangle of light brown pubic hair that she obviously trimmed, but not as most women seemed to be doing these days, in leaving a small little square patch, if any at all above their pussy.

Mark couldn't help but wonder what Pat's looked like, which is when she struck.

Pam had lost her balance briefly, trying to regain it when Pat saw her opening and took it. Flying onto the bed, she grabbed Pam throwing one arm between her legs, the other around her neck and head and near-perfectly body-slammed her onto the bed. Having done so, she quickly pinned the struggling woman, then proceeded to cup her mound with the palm of her hand while Pam renewed her struggle as though honestly trying to get away. She didn't though, and soon melted as Pat slipped first one, then two fingers inside the woman's cunt.

"Now, behave yourself, and I might even let you cum," Pat told her. Pam only moaned her acquiescence, and quit struggling, though now squirming hungrily against her partner's exploratory hands and fingers.

"Fuck me?" Pam pleaded a moment or so later.

"Not now, perhaps tonight," Pat said flatly. "And only if you're a good little girl," she warned. "We've got some shopping to do today, and I want to get in my exercises in addition to that."

Pam pouted, but it obviously wasn't going to win Pat over. "I'll give you a nice quickie little cum if you'd like that," Pat offered. "But no fucking until this evening."

Pam seemed to resign herself to that, immediately flopping down onto her back, head buried deeply within the pillows as Pat slithered up between the woman's legs and began going down on her.

Suite 102

Curious, Mark did a quick flip through the various units bringing up the additional screens one at a time. Jack and Darlene were just waking up, or at least appeared to be doing so. Jack was still on his side apparently fast asleep, but Darlene stretched, revealing one of her nicely sized breasts as she did so before slinking back down beneath the covers.

Suite 202

Danny was busily taking a shower, and doing nothing more interesting than just that, while his sister Charlene was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She wore nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties along with a very tight-fitting white tank top that barely covered her enormous breasts. Zooming in with the remote control, Mark zeroed in on the woman's breasts whose pert hard nipples seemed to be pressing against the material as though begging to be set free.

He soon followed her back into her brother's bedroom, then into the bath as she entered without knocking. Once again, it was obvious that she could clearly see her brother's nude form as he stood there showering.

"Breakfast will be ready in five," she informed him. She stood for a moment longer, obviously staring at her brother. Danny finished rinsing the soap out of his hair and looked over in her direction.

"Be right there," he said smiling, to which Charlene finally turned and headed back into the kitchen.

Suite 101

Mark was surprised to find that Tracy was the only one who was home. Obviously Stacy had stayed out all night, and had slept elsewhere. Tracy was still fast asleep in bed, but Mark noticed that her large pink look-alike penis was still laying on the night stand.

"Damn, sorry I missed that," he thought. Then smiled knowing he could go back and check the videotapes later.

Suite 203

Martha was already up and about, early to bed, early to rise or so it seemed anyway. For her age, she was still a remarkably attractive woman with strawberry colored hair that he thought was probably dyed, though it didn't at all look like it. She was currently sitting at her kitchen table reading the morning paper, but she wore a robe that was loose fitting in front and displayed a great deal of her Décolletage that looked even more alluring, more sensual than even Charlene's sweet full breasts pressing against her tank top as she stood filling breakfast plates with heaps of food.

"I wouldn't mind sampling a bit of that myself," Mark mused, feeling his prick give a little twitch in anticipation of that very real possibility.

Mark didn't even bother looking in on Robert, he'd gotten up long ago and had met Mark at the course earlier that morning. Mike too remained in bed sound asleep, but usually remained so until the late morning.

Curious, he brought up his daughter's Suite.

Suite 303

As much as he loved his own daughter, he really didn't know her at all. He hadn't been a part of her life really, living with her mother on the East Coast for the better portion of her own life, only seeing her perhaps once or twice a year. When she informed him that she'd decided to come out to live on the West Coast after graduation and perhaps begin school somewhere out there, he was pleased and delighted to see her, though his ex-wife wasn't at all happy about her decision to do so, especially as she was dead-set against Brandy and her boyfriend James sharing a place together. Mark laughed out loud over the fact that Brandy's mother didn't even know that their other friend Andy had moved in with them. But, since she was nearly nineteen and having much of mind of her own, just like her mother, she'd made the decision to move even though it had supposedly broken her mother's heart. When she became aware of her father's new complex, she asked him if she and her friends could live there. He didn't really have the heart to turn her away for one thing. So he didn't. And he'd been honest with her about all the live cameras too. There was a lot about her own father she didn't know, but some she did know. And one of those being he was definitely a voyeur, which she couldn't fully understand, but had accepted, especially as she was well aware that he could peek in on her two any time he felt like doing so.  But he hadn't, not as often as he did with everyone else rather, just once in a while out of simple curiosity, though Mark struggled with his wicked little voyeuristic thoughts regarding his daughter's private life.

Suite 201 9:00 a.m.

Pam was still lying in bed, lazily so, though also still touching and toying with herself. 

"Maybe she didn't get enough, or wasn't completely satisfied," Mark thought. He found Pat in the bathroom showering, though disappointed to find that she had draped several large beach towels over the tub enclosure effectively blocking his view.

"Smart little bitch," Mark chuckled. But he was prepared for that, and switched viewing cameras to the one overhead. Peering down at her now, rather than across the room, he wasn't as fond with this particular angle, but it served his purposes. Pat however wasn't doing anything of any real interest, and again he still wasn't able to get as good a look at her as he would have liked either. So he went back, switching the camera back into the bedroom just as Pam got herself off with her fingers.

Suite 102

As Mark would soon discover, Jack really looked forward to his weekend wakeup hand-jobs. It was a regular routine with them, every weekend though sometimes on Saturday, sometimes on Sunday. This time it was to be a Saturday pleasure as Darlene spooned her husband from behind, her hand already busily moving beneath the sheets as Jack rolled over onto his back smiling.

"God I love waking up like this," he informed his wife. 

"And I enjoy waking you up like this too," she grinned back at him. "Such a nice way to start the day isn't it?" She giggled.

Sometimes the hand-job turned into much more than that, but often it didn't. Until later anyway. Today it was to be just the hand job as Jack placed his hands up and over his head, content to just lay there and let his wife do all the work. Giving her a nice friendly morning spurt or two, it was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Wiping the remains of his spunk from her fingers onto her lovely breasts, Darlene then slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom.

"Don't forget, we're playing cards with John and Cindy this evening," she reminded her husband. "So we've got some shopping to do before then," she added calling out to him from the bedroom.

Mark watched as John scratched himself and then farted, seemingly pleased with himself for having done so, though he waved his hand through the air a moment after that.

"Nothing spicy though ok?" He called back to her.

Suite 303 9:30 a.m.

Mark saw his daughter slide out of bed. He had mixed emotions about spying on her to be sure. But he was fascinated as well. She'd obviously developed into a beautiful young woman, reminding him very much of his ex-wife so long ago now when they'd first gotten married, young and so much in love, or so he'd thought anyway until catching her in bed with not one, but two other men when he'd gotten home early from a business trip, planning to surprise her. "He'd certainly done that," he thought remembering. Moment's later Brandy came back into the bedroom, entirely nude now slipping back into bed beside her boyfriend, when she began to climb on top of him, Mark turned off the cameras.

#

12:47 p.m. Poolside

It was shortly before one, most everyone had either gone out for the day, or had settled into the usual mundane routines of the day. Mark noticed that Martha had appeared out by the pool and decided to join her. Smiling, he flipped a few switches on the control panel, and then shut down most everything else. He quickly shed his clothing, jumping into a short pair of trunks, grabbed a towel and headed outside to get to know one of his tenants a lot better.

"Afternoon Martha!" He said grabbing one of the many lounge chairs and placing his large oversized towel on it. "How are you?"

"Fine, thank you," she replied smiling. "Certainly is a beautiful place you have here," she said easily.

"Thank you, I certainly hope you're enjoying it...I certainly am." Mark purposely grinned at her letting the innuendo hang there for a moment.

"You know, you did say during our interviews that if we ever wanted to, we could come up and see for ourselves just what it is you enjoy doing...you know, see your set up. I mean we all know...and realize that you could be watching us at any given moment, but knowing that, and actually seeing it are two different things."




Private Pleasures Ch. 01



"Yes, they are. But you're also right. I meant what I said and told everyone. I don't want there to be any secrets or misunderstandings. So anytime anyone wants to come and have a look for themselves, they're always welcome, just as you are."

Martha sat thinking about that as Mark took advantage of the moment to more openly enjoy looking at her. She really was an attractive looking "older" woman as it were, though she certainly didn't look her age either. She had that natural womanly voluptuousness about her as well, than Mark found extremely sensual and appealing.

"Do you have any plans for this evening?" She asked.

"Not really, no. Would you like to come up and have dinner with me? Then I'll show you the workings, and maybe one or two other interesting surprises as well," he teased. "After we've gotten to know one another a little better perhaps," he added quickly, wondering what she might think of that statement.

"I'd like that," she replied just as quickly, shifting comfortably in her seat allowing him a much nicer view of her full breasts which were threatening to spill from the suit she was wearing, even though it was a full piece, it was still cut sexily in front as well as diving deeply around in back. "And since you're here, would you mind splashing a little lotion on me? And I'd be more than happy to return the favor."

"I think I'd enjoy splashing a lot of lotion on you," he said reaching for the bottle she had sitting near by. "Any place special you'd like it?"

She grinned. "Well for now, you can begin with my back, and then we'll take it from there."

#

Mark had prepared a nice light cozy little dinner for two, though after their little workout he wondered if he'd made enough as he found that he was famished. Martha arrived promptly on time, wearing a simple but elegant looking shift that accentuated her more than ample curves.

"Hungry?" He questioned inviting her in.

"Famished!" She responded actually blushing. "Wow!" She then added as she really began noticing his penthouse. "And I thought I was living it up high on the hog! This is spectacular!"

Mark laughed, "You really haven't seen anything yet, wait until I show you the upstairs."

"Up stairs?"

"Yes, we'll be eating out on the deck for starters, then I'll give you a little tour of the rest of the place afterwards."

"Including your studio?" she asked smiling.

"Well of course, along with the master bedroom if you'd like."

"Oh yeah, I'd like that very much too," she grinned blushing even more than she had been.

It was a spectacular view from above, just high enough to look out into the valley below at the twinkling of lights from the city. They stood sipping a nice bottle of Raymond Vineyards Merlot, a 97' that Mark had particularly enjoyed and had purchased a fair quantity of.

"This is very nice," Martha said taking another drink. "And I honestly have to admit Mark, I never thought in a million years I'd be living like this. I mean, I do have enough money to live on so that I'll never have to work again, but if it wasn't for you, I certainly wouldn't be living quite this well."

"You're welcome," he said coming up to embrace her, taking her wine. "But it's because of your willingness to accept the conditions of living here that makes it nice...for both of us."

"Speaking of which," she said almost purring as Mark nuzzled her neck. "How about the rest of that tour?"

Mark picked up the wine along with their glasses and headed towards a winding staircase that led up even further into yet another area.

"This way," he said leading her. "I'm sure you'll find this interesting."

It wasn't exactly like she'd expected to find it either. It was certainly spacious like everywhere else, but it had coziness to it despite one entire wall lined with a series of small screens, each surrounding an even bigger center screen. Beyond that, there wasn't an awful lot of equipment beyond a very small control panel, joystick and a computer screen.

"Probably not a lot going on at the moment," he told her, "Most everyone's out still, though I do happen to know that John and Cindy are over at Jack and Darlene's place playing cards tonight, so we could peek in on them and see what's happening there."

Without waiting for her to respond, Mark flipped a switch and immediately brought things up on the big center screen. "Oh my God! It's like being there!" She exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, it is in a way isn't it?" 

Having a pretty good idea of where they would be sitting, Mark had pre-programmed the cameras to focus in on that location the moment he'd turned the unit on. He was pleased when the two couples nearly filled the screen, sitting around the table playing cards.

"Damn, I was sort of hoping they'd be playing strip poker or something like that," he said half seriously. "Here, sit down!"

Even though nothing was actually going on, Martha was mesmerized by watching them. She took the seat that Mark had offered her without even realizing that she had. "Wow, this really is fascinating," she said finally. "I mean, even this is sort of wickedly naughty, just watching them without them really being aware that you...I mean, that we are," she amended. "No wonder you enjoy this, it really is pretty interesting isn't it?"

Mark chuckled at that, refilling her wine glass and then his own. Handing it to her, he walked around behind her as she sipped. "One of the nice things though, is I can also video-tape each unit and go back later for a quick review and see if anything interesting occurred while I was away."

"You can? You do?" Martha exclaimed in surprise. "Like what?"

"Well, I could show you a naughty little clip of Tracy enjoying herself last night," he grinned wickedly. "She's got a really naughty little toy that she can get quite enthusiastic with."

Martha blushed. "Would you believe I've never used one of those?" 

"I know,' Mark grinned once again, causing her to blush even more than she had been.

"I guess you would, wouldn't you," she grinned back at him.

"Or...we could also watch a pretty erotic clip of two people wildly fucking one another," he offered.

"Hmmm, that might be interesting too," Martha said warming up to Mark's touch as he slipped his hands down the front opening of her evening dress, cupping her lace covered breasts with his hands.

"Then go ahead, flip that little red switch in front of you and push play," he told her. She leaned forward just enough in order to do that, then sat back quickly again so that Mark's hands would continue to fondle and explore her rapidly hardening nipples.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed a second after that. There on the big screen she saw herself, sitting astride Mark's prick grinding away on it like crazy.

"I told you," Mark laughed. "Like I said...wildly."

It wasn't long after that that Martha climbed up into his lap once again, after having first shed all of her clothing.

"I don't mind telling you," she began. "I've never seen myself like that before, you know what I mean? But there's something about actually watching yourself," she blushed furiously, pausing.

"Getting fucked?" Mark teased embarrassing her even further. "Yes, it is rather erotic isn't it?"

"Very!" She said huskily. "Now, I really do have a better understanding of why you enjoy doing this," she added.

"Thought you might. Speaking of which, would you like to go for a spin with the controls?"

"Fuck yes!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Show me!"

Mark quickly gave her a quick lesson on what to do and how to switch the smaller screens to the big screen if she wanted, and even how to split them and bring two or three up that way if she wanted to.

"Well, well. Would you look at that!" Mark said pleasantly surprised. They had gone back to see how things were going over at Jack and Darlene's place. Cindy was topless, her marvelous looking breasts clearly and plainly in view. She was staring at the cards in her hand, frowning.

"So if I call, it's my panties then right?"

"Ah huh," John grinned looking towards his wife. Though shirtless, he seemed to be the overall winner so far. Even Jack was down to his shorts and socks at this point, with Darlene wearing bra, panties and a single slipper.

"Who'd have thought?" Mark laughed drawing Martha back down onto his lap. "How bout we fuck while we watch the game?" He suggested hotly.

"Sounds like a fine idea," Martha said walking over towards the comfy looking couch and once again climbed up on top of him.

Suite 102

"Damn!" Cindy complained, "I really thought I had you!" She said sincerely, but her two pair didn't beat three of a kind. She stood removing her panties. "So, does this mean I'm out?" She questioned.

John turned looking over towards Jack and Darlene. "Well no, not necessarily," he hesitated, "though for you, the price of poker could get really interesting."

"Ah oh...here it comes!" Darlene joked. And Jack laughed at that as well.

"Yeah, from here on out Cindy, this game takes on a whole new meaning!"

"Oh? Such as?"

"Well, since you don't have any more clothes to loose, that means that whoever wins gets to have you do something."

"Like I said before...such as?"

"Well, lets say if you decided to stay in the hand, and I said the bet if you lost was that you'd have to suck on Darlene's tits...something like that."

"Oh, I see," Cindy grinned knowingly. "We're going to play that way are we?"

"Well, only if you want to stay in the hand," John told her. "You can always fold."

"Not on your life," she said. "Deal!"

Cindy suddenly had a streak of luck, and before long everyone was as naked as she was.

"Well, that sort of makes things interesting all the way around now doesn't it?" She grinned happily.

"So, who's in?" She asked as she began dealing the cards.

Jack looked at his and immediately folded.

"O.K., I'm in!" Darlene said somewhat nervously.

"Ditto," John replied. "And you?"

Cindy looked at her hand. "I'm in too," she said comfortably.

Jack laughed. "Well, now this hand should certainly get interesting." And he was right about that too as both girls lost to a full hand that John had drawn into.

"Damn...now what?" Cindy questioned. "Well, since you both lost," John smiled, "I think it's only fair that it involves the two of you...together."

"Told you!" Darlene giggled. "I knew something like this was bound to happen."

"And what is it exactly that we have to do?" Cindy asked already knowing the answer.

"Oh I don't know Jack, what do you think? A little mutual 69 should do it don't you think?"

"Yeah...yeah, I think that would do it John," he agreed. 

"For how long?" Darlene questioned.

"Oh, I don't know, for as long as you want I guess, but for at least a minute or so."

"For as long as we want?" Cindy giggled. "We may not end up playing any more cards after that," she added wickedly.

"Fine by me," John said grinning from ear to ear. "Fine...by...me."



Private Pleasures Ch. 02



Martha was delirious with pleasure and excited beyond reason. The added decadence of watching Jack and Darlene, Cindy and John as they began to engage in what could only be described as an all out orgy had her at fever pitch. Mark sat watching along with her as she sat in his lap astride his stiff cock slowly fucking herself up and down upon his shaft.

"Do you wonder if they know someone's watching them?" She asked.

"Dunno, maybe, but in all likelihood they probably aren't even thinking about that possibility at the moment, perhaps later they will after they'd had a chance to think about it."

"That's probably true, even I don't find myself thinking about it when I'm at home, but after seeing this, I'll probably be a little more aware of it from now on."

"Maybe for a few days, but then things will go right back to being normal again," Mark told her. "It's really a very natural phenomenon, sort of out of sight, out of mind as it were."

"Oh my God! Now look at them!" She exclaimed suddenly.

Cindy was prone over Darlene's body still lavishing her pussy with her lips, though Jack had now slipped his prick inside her from behind. John was currently getting an equally arousing blowjob from Darlene as he lay next to her, playing with his own wife's tits while Jack fucked her fast and furiously from behind.

"I wonder if we'll get a chance to party with them like that," she stated with a lust filled tone of voice.

"Oh, I'd imagine we will given time," Mark assured her.

They continued to watch, timing their own orgasmic releases to those of Mark's tenants, watching Darlene devouring John's prick as he came, while Jack had at Cindy's request informed her of his own pending orgasm, to which she turned and finished pumping his climax against the softness of her breasts.

"Oh do that to me!" Martha cried out excitedly, and then captured Mark's prick between her tits and jacked him off that way until he had shot a heavy load of his own spunk all over the woman's breasts.

#

Suite 302

It was well past midnight when they had finally gotten dressed and decided to call it a night. But before they did, Martha asked Mark to let her have another quick look in on everyone else. He was planning on doing that anyway before retiring to bed. And though the twins, as well Mike were all asleep at this point, Martha was surprised that Mark could see just as clearly into their rooms even in the dark, though everyone appeared to have blond hair and a green tint to them.

"So you can see in the dark too huh?" she giggled knowingly. "I'll have to remember that."

Mark quickly checked in on Bob though he really wasn't expecting to find him doing anything but sleeping either, then was surprised just as Martha was to discover him sitting up in bed watching a porno movie. 

"My...my. Would you look at that!" she said with renewed interest. Mark knew exactly what she was referring to, and it wasn't the fact that he was actually sitting there slowly stroking his cock either, it was the fact that good old Bob had a rather enormous cock, larger than most, and one that would put everyone else's in the complex to shame.

"No wonder he's still a bit of a loner," Mark said speaking more to himself than to Martha.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well for one, it hasn't been that long since his wife died, and secondly, there really aren't that many women who can honestly handle a cock that size. They may talk about it, joke around about it, but when it gets right down to it, they find they can't and usually don't, once they've seen it."

"Hmm, I wonder," Martha chuckled.

"Maybe you should try and get more familiar with him yourself Martha. I think he could certainly use a real friend anyway, and if something were to happen or develop between the two of you, then so much the better for everyone involved!"

She continued to watch Bob jerking himself off, "too bad it's so late, I'm half tempted to pay him a visit," she said wickedly.

"Well, maybe not tonight," Mark agreed with her, "But you really should try to get to know him a little better, I think the two of you could end up having a pretty good time."

"You just wanna watch!" She teased him.

"Of course I do," he admitted. "Wouldn't you?"

"You mean?"

"Certainly! Might be fun you and I together, watching you and good old Bob there."

She smiled at that. "Yes it would, wouldn't it?"

#

It was nearing eleven in the morning by the time Mark rolled out of bed. Throwing on his robe and grabbing a cup of coffee, he strolled out onto his deck and stood overlooking the pool area. It was already warm with the sun well up and promised to be another hot day. He wasn't surprised to find the twins already sunning themselves out by the pool either, but he was a little surprised though pleased when only moments later Charlene sauntered out joining them. As was usually the case, neither of the twins had worn a top, something Mark had encouraged everyone in the brochure about having the freedom of nudity on the premises if they desired to be. Almost immediately the twins had taken him up on that one, though only partially as they were comfortable being topless by the pool, but hadn't as yet gone entirely nude either.

Charlene began chatting with the girls though he couldn't quite make out what was being said. He was again pleased to see it though as at least the twins were a little closer in age to Charlene, as was his own daughter Brandy, though he didn't think she'd even met the other girl yet. Scooting one of the other available lounge chairs over by the twins, she soon undid her own swim top and dropped it down onto the table beside her, opting to suntan topless just as the other two were doing.

Though looking down at the three girls certainly had its own appeal, Mark soon after made his way inside and decided to take a quick peek at how everyone else was doing.

Suite 202

With Charlene out by the pool, Mark didn't really figure to discover anything too interesting when he dropped in on Danny, and nearly changed camera's when he caught Danny walking over to the back bedroom window which was in his sister's room, looking down at the three girls, staring at them just back in the shadows.

"Can't say as I blame you Danny Boy," Mark chuckled thinking of the song by the same name as he sat watching Danny watching the girls. And once again he nearly changed cameras to go looking elsewhere when he saw Danny suddenly slip his hand down through the opening of his boxer shorts and begin stroking himself. "Now...that's interesting," Mark thought to himself, wondering just what it was exactly that Danny was actually thinking about. "Probably poking one of the twins," he said aloud. "If not both." 

Mark watched in renewed curiosity as Danny suddenly began rummaging through one of his sister's drawers, producing what appeared to be a pair of black satin, or soft nylon panties.

"What the hell?"

Danny quickly stepped back towards the window, though remaining out of sight as he stood there, now using the black pair of panties to further caress and stimulate his cock with. Curious, Mark split the big screen on the control panel and brought up the pool area. He was just in time to see the twins picking up their stuff and about to leave. As Mark had more than enough microphones wired into the lighting and lawn decorations, picking up conversation down by the pool was easy.

"We're sort of having a girls night out," Tracy said inviting Charlene to join them later. "Actually, it was Pam who invited us to go to the club with them."

"You mean a gay bar?" Charlene asked incredulously. "But I'm not even gay!"

Stacy burst out laughing, "Well neither are we honey, but we still enjoy looking at the girls, and everyone really does have a pretty good time together, not to mention the dancing," she finished. 

"Yeah, come on...go with us!" Tracy joined.

"Well, ok, maybe I will after all she said smiling. "Give me a call later," and with that, the twins headed back towards their apartment. 

Mark had watched, and continued to watch as the twins left. As had Danny, but he was continuing to stand there looking out the window, still lazily stroking his prick with a pair of his sister's panties.

"Now that's interesting!" Mark smiled to himself, since Charlene now was the only one out by the pool, and who had either been from the beginning, or had just become, the sole object of Danny's lustful desires. Finally reaching a climax, Mark watched as Danny finished jacking himself off into his sister's panties, then followed him as he shoved them deep down inside her dirty clothes hamper before exiting her bedroom.

"Even Martha would get a kick out of that one," he thought.

Suite 102

Mark knew that John and Jack had scheduled a round of golf together so he knew they'd be off somewhere on the course. Peeking in, he found Darlene and Cindy still lounging around in their robes sharing some pastry and a cup of coffee together. After everything that had happened the night before, he wasn't at all surprised that the two women were quickly becoming fast friends, nor that they'd decided to start out the morning together, perhaps discussing the previous nights activities either.

"So did you say you'd do it?" Darlene asked.

"Well, I thought about it for a while, then decided, sure...why not? I mean I was surprised he'd even asked me, and more than a little flattered as he said that he really liked the shape of my legs, and really wanted to use them in a piece he was thinking about doing. But then, he told me that he wanted to include another woman in the piece, and would I have a problem doing that. So I thought about that for a while, and really wasn't too comfortable doing it, especially with someone I didn't know, and considering what he wanted the two of us to do while posing for him really embarrassed me."

"What does he want you to do?" Darlene asked even more interested to hear the specific details.

"Well...what he wants is for us to interlock our legs together, you know...pussy to pussy, literally. So the piece will just be the upper thigh area of both women, and then their cunts pressed together."

"Wow...I see what you mean," Darlene said letting out a low whistle.

"Anyway, to finish my story, I told him I might be willing to do it provided I did it with you, and after what we experienced last night, I knew without any doubt I'd be more than comfortable doing it then."

"Me? You want me to pose with you?" Darlene laughed. "What makes you think Mike would want to use me?"

"Because...I've already asked him?" Cindy said grinning, "To which he delightfully said "Hell yes!"

"He did?"

"He did! Said that he's never approached you because he hadn't really met you yet for one thing, but for another, he just assumed you probably wouldn't do it to begin with. He knew I would, especially after I saw a few of the pieces he'd done and commented on them, which is why he asked me in the first place."

"I don't know, Jack might not like the idea of someone buying my pussy," Darlene quipped, "Even if they don't know its me."

"So why even tell him?" Cindy said. "I haven't told John, and I'm not going to. Mike said we could probably do it in less that a couple of hours in the beginning, then perhaps another hour or so afterwards at some point as he finishes up the final touches."

"Two hours? Pussy to pussy with you?" Darlene gasped. "If we do that, we might end up doing something else later you know."

Cindy grinned. "And you have a problem with that?"

"Not if you don't," Darlene said suddenly reaching over across the table, opening the front of Cindy's bathrobe and tickling the tip of one of her protruding breasts.

"Hold that thought," Cindy grinned back at her, allowing her robe to come completely undone as she stood. She quickly dialed the phone.

"Hello?"

It was Mike, Mark could easily tell the sound of his voice, and hearing as well as seeing all this, brought Mike's room up on screen. He was just then laying out a clump of clay in preparation for doing some work.

"Hi Mike, this is Cindy. I'm just sitting here with Darlene, and we were talking about the sculpture you want to do."

"Is she interested?" Mike asked.

Mark watched as Cindy put her hand over the mouthpiece. "He wants to know if you're interested or not," she said.

Mark watched as Darlene opened her bathrobe suddenly cupping and then tweaking both of her breasts. "Tell him I am," she grinned suggestively.

Cindy laughed, "Not in me silly...in doing the sculpture with me!"

"Wouldn't that accomplish both?" Darlene shot back.

"Ah Mike? She said she's interested....very interested in fact, so sure...we'll do it. When would you like to start?"

"Can you be here in about an hour?" He asked.

"Ah hour?"

Darlene nodded her head yes, "That should give us plenty of time for a nice little warm up," Darlene half whispered as Cindy reached down between her legs and ran a finger gently over her split as Darlene watched.

"Sure...we'll see you in about an hour then," Cindy said hanging up the phone.

Mark watched as Cindy stepped back over towards the table, then climbed up on top of it, spreading herself openly in front of where Darlene was still sitting. "So...you don't mind putting yourself against this?" She said invitingly. "Maybe we should practice a little bit before we go over there," she hinted playfully.

"My thoughts...exactly," Darlene said leaning over and placing a kiss directly on Cindy's vulnerable little mound.

Mark watched the two women fool around with one another teasingly for a while until they both decided they needed to get "cleaned up" before going over to Mike's place. Mark went back to browsing, noticed Charlene still out by the pool though she was now sunning on her stomach. Moments later he found Pat and Pam where he'd fully expected to find them at this time of day.

1:20 in the exercise room.

Pam was spotting for Pat as she lay on the weight bench. Pat had just finished putting on another ten pounds and was about to test the bar when Pam slipped a hand down her shorts, and a second after that ran that same finger beneath Pat's nose just as she started to pull the bar off the cradle.

"You little shit you!" Pat yelled at her. "You trying to break my concentration? That could get me injured you know!"

"Now...would I do something like that?" Pam teased lifting her tank top, revealing her breasts. "Just trying to give you some incentive and motivation here, or don't you appreciate the way I do that?" she asked.

Pat rested the bar back in the cradle sitting up. "O.K., that does it," she growled. "You've been asking for it all morning long, and now you're gonna get it too!"

Letting out a squeal, Pam made a dash to the opposite side of the room, but Pat headed her off, easily jumping over one of the exercise bicycles, easily cornering her partner.

"You think I was kidding don't you?" she said menacingly, "Well just so you know, I wasn't!" Pat easily pulled Pam's arms behind her back, then led her over towards the rings. They struggled briefly, but Pam was no match for Pat's incredible strength. Within moments she had tied one of Pam's hands securing it to one of the rings, making it far easier for her to then subdue, and tie off Pam's other hand to the other ring.

"What are you going to do?" Pam asked worriedly.

"Like I said, something you've been asking for, for quite some time now, and I don't care who comes in and sees it, sees you...or who for that matter might even be watching it now. You've been asking for it, and now you're going to get it!"

Secured, and unable to get away, Pat walked over and began taking up the slack on the rings, increasing their height and lifting poor Pam up and off the floor as she did so until she could barely even stand on her tippy-toes. At that point, she even more easily stripped off the pair of shorts and panties that Pam had been wearing.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Pam cried out in alarm, but Mark also heard a faint lustiness to her tone of voice as she asked that. Without answering her however, Pat grabbed the bottom of Pam's tee shirt and pulled it up and over the woman's head, leaving it there so that she was effectively blindfolded; she then proceeded to walk over towards the wall where a number of jump ropes hung. Taking several of these, Pat then tied off each of Pam's legs using one of them, and then tied them off, stretching Pam apart although she initially fought wildly, trying to keep her from doing so until exhausting herself.

"Not so funny now is it?" Pat said as she took yet another length of rope and began wrapping it around the young woman's breasts tightly until they had begun to swell and redden with the coil of rope now encircling each. She even stood there flicking at Pam's nipples with one end, hearing Pam's whimpering cry as she tagged them repeatedly leaving long red lines criss-crossing each one of her breasts from the length of rope.

"Fucking A!" Mark thought as he settled down even deeper into his chair while watching all this. "Note to self...don't ever get this woman pissed off at you!"

Mark watched as Pat now took one end of the jump rope, placing the blue handle between Pam's legs, running it up and down her wide open split, then as Pam again struggled in vain hanging there suspended as she now was, Pat began forcing the end of the handled rope inside the woman's cunt until it was buried as deeply as she could manage it.

"Well now, don't we look pretty?" Pat said stepping back to admire her handy work. "See what happens when you insist on being a naughty girl?" she stated once again, then slapped each one of Pam's breasts firmly several times, likewise slapping her pussy with the flat of her hand as well, then walking around behind her, doing likewise to the woman's ass for several long minutes.

"Had enough?"

Pam nodded her head, then spoke, "Yes...yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You should be," Pat told her. "I'm going home to shower now," she said turning. "But don't worry, I'll let someone know where you are so they can come and untie you," she said seriously, and with that...Mark watched as she actually left the room.

It wasn't more than a few seconds after that when his phone rang.

"Mr. Mitchell?"

It was Pat.

"Please Pat, call me Mark."

"O.K. Mark!" Pat said giving his name a little more emphasis than she'd really needed to. "I am sure you were probably watching, but even if you weren't, you'll find Pam hanging around in the exercise room. If you're not too terribly busy, she could probably use a hand."

And with that, she hung up.

Mark shook his head and laughed. "Interesting character that one," he mused silently. But he didn't really feel too sorry for Pam either, he had a sneaking suspicion that she'd gotten exactly what she'd wanted to, to begin with. Which is why he took his time getting dressed before heading down to the exercise room in order to let poor Pam down.

#

Mark had indeed been the one to finally let Pam down. Though she blushed profusely, it was easy to see that she was also more than aroused, and perhaps even more so being caught in so wickedly a fashion as she had been especially with the blue handled rope shoved as deeply inside her when he'd come into the room and found her hanging there.

"So, she called you huh?"

"Yep, which means either she really hates me, or she's starting to like me. I'm not sure which one it is yet though," Mark laughed to himself leaving the impaled rope for Pam to remove, which she did, but not before first untying and uncoiling her breasts, even massaging them first.

"Oh, I think she likes you," Pam grinned. "She does think you have a strange quirky side, but after all...don't we all?" Pam said grinning even more widely.




Private Pleasures Ch. 02



"That we do," Mark agreed watching Pam as she finally removed the jump rope from her pussy.

"I'll wash all these," she said reassuringly, and then began doing so as Mark stood watching her. Obviously Pam wasn't too inhibited that he would be there while she did so, and especially as she'd made no effort to redress herself either.

"Yeah, I'm glad that she does," Pam said once again. "You see though she isn't attracted to men at all, she knows that I am. So every once in a while, she allows me that particular little pleasure, but only with her approval of course."

"Of course," Mark said smiling watching her. 

"And of course she has to be there, which some men wouldn't find very comfortable with her standing there looking on."

"Can't imagine why," Mark said sarcastically.

"Anyway, the fact she called you says something,"

"It does that," he offered back.

Pam finished cleaning up and putting away everything. "Sorry about all this, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," she said shyly.

"Oh, no worries, and if it does, that's perfectly fine too. I'm just a phone call away," he grinned. "You know...I could make some really simple modifications, add a few things in here," he said "Might be interesting."

Pam smiled widely at that.

"You might be right," she told him. "Let me know if you need help doing anything, or making any suggestions."

"I will," Mark said and then waved as Pam hurried back to her suite where Pat was waiting for her.

#

On the way back to his suite, he again passed by the pool area. By now his daughter, along with James and Andy had come out to the pool for a swim and some sun. Andy was currently sitting next to Charlene though Mark noticed she remained lying on her stomach as she spoke to him.

"Hi da...I mean Mark," Brandy spoke waving at him as he approached.

She had almost called him dad, though it didn't appear that Charlene was even aware of the near slip as she was too involved with her own ongoing conversation.

"Hope you brought your sunscreen," he told her. "It's going to be a hot one."

"Of course, I was just about to have James put some on me," she indicated walking towards her towel which she'd spread out on the grass rather than in one of the lounge chairs. As she did, she reached around unclasping the bikini top she was wearing and allowed it to drop down on the towel. Mark didn't avert his eyes for a couple of reasons, mainly because he didn't want Charlene wondering why he wouldn't be looking for one, and for another it was an interesting position to be placed in, seeing how much his own daughter had changed and how she felt about herself in front of him. Obviously uncaring that she had displayed her breasts in front of him said something anyway.

At that moment Charlene noticed Mark's daughter as she smoothed out her towel sitting down fairly close to her and began rubbing in the suntan lotion. She leaned up on her elbows at least, her breasts suddenly dangling invitingly which brought a small secret little smile to Andy's face as he sat there looking at them.

"Hi...I'm Brandy," she said introducing herself to Charlene.

"Charlene," Charlene replied shielding her eyes with one hand as she looked over towards Brandy who sat with her back towards the sun. "Would you mind? Could I borrow some of that when you're finished with it?" She asked. "I just used the last of mine up, and I'm already starting to feel the sun again."

"Sure! Here Andy, "Catch!"

Mark had taken a seat nearby observing everyone as they introduced themselves though James continued doing laps in the pool.

Andy caught the bottle of suntan lotion that Brandy had tossed to him. "Would you like me to do your back?" he asked Charlene.

"Yes, thank you," she said lying down once again as Andy scooted over closer to her and poured a goodly amount in his hands warming it before applying it to her. 

Mark smiled secretly, noticing the already tell-tail bulge that had begun to appear in Andy's swim trunks.

Just then James appeared sitting down beside Brandy. "Here, toss that to me," he said indicating for Andy to give him back the bottle, which he quickly did. He began applying some lotion onto Brandy's back as she lay down on the blanket.

Mark noticed as he did so that James appeared to enjoy running his slippery hands and fingers along both of her sides, affectively giving the soft flesh of her semi-exposed breasts a nice gentle caress as he sat on her back rubbing the lotion in.

"So, I'm thinking that our first get-together should be next weekend," Mark stated informing everyone. "That will be the first full month since everyone moved in, and give all of you a chance to meet and really get to know everyone else."

"Sounds like fun," Andy responded as he repositioned himself now sitting half crouching over Charlene's upper legs as he continued giving her now what appeared to be more of a back massage than just rubbing in the suntan oil. Mark noticed that she really didn't seem to mind either, obviously enjoying the young man's attention. Curiously however, Mark also noticed a strange look come from his daughter towards Andy as he did so, though she didn't comment or say anything beyond the look.

"Well, guess I'll leave the four of you to your sun and swim," Mark said standing up. "Enjoy yourselves!"

He had glanced at his watch only moments ago, realizing that Darlene and Cindy should be making their way over to Mike's suite by this time, and he wanted to tune in and watch as he was sure it would prove interesting. Before he did so however, he stopped and stood in front of his daughter briefly.

"If you're free later, come see me," he said in tones low enough that only James and his daughter could have heard. Brandy gave her father a curious look, but then nodded her head.

Mark quickly made his way back up to his own penthouse shortly after that looking forward to watching the two women as they posed together.

Suite 103

By the time Mark had returned to his control room and had turned on the cameras, Mike had already placed a low table out on his porch patio and was going over some last minute instructions with the girls as he explained what it was that he wanted from them. Nervously to some extent, they removed their clothing, and though Mike had told them that he'd only be sculpting them from their upper thighs to just above their lower stomach, the women opted to remove everything rather than sit there pressed together with tops on. Mike appeared to be all business-like, but Mark watched as Mike repeatedly stole looks directly towards the two women as they began placing themselves upon the small table.

"So...like this?" Darlene asked him. She and Cindy had indeed managed to interlock their legs over one another, but Mike approached having and enjoying an obvious look as he began telling them to move a bit more this way, or that way, stepping back...observing as though thinking about it, then making them readjust once again.

"O.K., I think that will work," he said finally. "Now, if you don't mind holding it like that for a bit, I'll get the basic shape down."

Darlene and Cindy were indeed pressed cunt-to-cunt, and seemed to be enjoying the closeness of their intimacy. "I don't think you're supposed to be moving," Cindy teased her friend.

"I'm not really moving," Darlene shot back. "Besides, its sort of hard not to!"

Cindy laughed pressing herself against Darlene, the subtle movement of her own hips giving way to the playful moment the two women where sharing together. Mike didn't seem to mind however as he was far from getting down to the specific details of what he had in mind, piling up the clay, molding and shaping it in more of a general appearance as his idea began taking shape. For the moment, the girls banter and subtle movements were of no importance beyond giving him a measure of some private appreciation as the two naked forms continued to sit mashing themselves together.

And though it was interesting to watch to some degree, Mark found himself curious and wondering what else might be going on in his complex.

Suite 201

He'd almost forgotten about Pat and Pamela. But as he flipped through their suite, he quickly located the two of them in their bedroom. Pat was lying on her back with Pamela contentedly lying between the woman's legs going down on her though she did so in no apparent hurry. Obviously Pat enjoyed a long slow sensuous suck of her pussy, which is exactly what Pam was giving her.

"Softer," Pat half-whispered, obviously enjoying whatever it was Pam's mouth and tongue was doing to her, and wanting to prolong rather than hurry along the pleasures as she did so.

Mark watched for a while, and then flipped back to see how the other two women were doing. Mike had by now gotten the basic shape down, and was now standing close to the women, using his hands to get some basic measurements and perceptions down in his mind as he closely observed, then touched and made slight modifications to their positioning.

"Ahh," Darlene pouted. "I can't feel her as close with her sitting like that," she complained. "Now we're not even touching!"

"Don't worry," Mike grinned "I just want to take a look at the angle from over there, then as I work on that, the two of you can go back to touching as much as you'd like for a while."

Cindy giggled, "So you don't mind if we enjoy ourselves while you're working?

"Not at all, as long as you hold still once in a while when I ask you to," he told them. "Beyond that, feel free to do whatever you'd like."

They held their pose for a few minutes until Mike was satisfied that he had what he wanted. "Ok, you can relax...or do what ever for a few minutes," he told them while I finish this part."

Almost immediately Cindy reached down between the two of them with her hand, giving Darlene's exposed little clit a gentle tickle with her fingertip. "You as horny as I am?" she said unashamedly.

"Hell yes," Darlene quipped. "Who would have known that posing for a sculpture could be so much fun?"

"Speaking of which..." Mark thought, and quickly brought up Pat and Pam's room again, though this time splitting the screen so he could watch them both simultaneously.

Mark was surprised to discover in the short time he hadn't been observing them that Pat had gotten out of bed. She now stood and had begun belting something on around her waist as Pam patiently knelt on the bed waiting for her to finish. Once she had done that, she slipped what appeared to be a life-sized flexible dildo through the opening that appeared near Pat's crotch and quickly secured that.

"Ready to get fucked?" Pat asked unnecessarily, obviously Pam was as she immediately assumed the position, posturing herself now on all fours and wiggling her ass back towards Pat suggestively. "I bet you would like to get fucked too wouldn't you?" Pat taunted her. "I bet you've been dreaming about some guys prick shoving itself inside that hot wet cunt of yours haven't you?" she pressed once again, wiggling her own fake dick up and down, even stroking it as though it were one. "Maybe Mark's even?" she ventured. "Oh yeah, bet you'd love to feel that nice hard dick of his sliding inside you right about now wouldn't you? Well? Wouldn't you?" Pat demanded expecting an answer this time.

"Yes damn you! Yes...I would! Now...would you please come and fuck me?" Pam pleaded. "Please?"

#

Darlene and Cindy were happily lying there frigging one another with their fingers now, though Mike soon strolled over towards them. "I know you're both going to hate me, but I need you to hold still for a few minutes," he explained smiling at the two of them. "And I need to do some finger measurements," he added grinning as he said that.

"Measure all you want," Darlene purred wantonly. "Especially with your fingers!"

Mark watched zooming in the camera as Mike placed the tips of his fingers just above the tip of Darlene's hard protruding little clitoris, he then did the same just above Cindy's though adding a third finger, actually resting it against the top of her clit itself.

"Don't just let it sit there, move it a little," she almost begged. Trying to maintain a sense of professionalism however, Mike merely smiled, speaking. "You two go right ahead, I got what I needed to see," he stated, then turned and went back to his clay. The girls quickly did just that, once again slipping their fingers into one another unabashedly masturbating one another.

#

"That's it...that's it you little cunt, fuck it...fuck it...fuck it!" Pat called out as she knelt behind Pam, unmoving, forcing Pam to do all the work as she impaled herself on the rubber prick slowly moving back against it, then forward again as Pat remained stationary. Finally, as Pam moved to impale herself as deeply as possible, Pat latched on to Pam's ass, shoving deeply and forcefully against her, finally fucking the woman with several quick rapid penetrations that had Pam moaning loudly with each forward slap of Pat's hands against her ass as she did so.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she was screaming.

#

"Oh, fuck Darlene! Cindy cried, "Keep doing that, keep doing that...harder! Faster! I'm almost there!" She cried out deliciously.

Mark chuckled to himself while watching. He had just smeared a fresh dollop of precum that had oozed from the tip of his prick, further pleasuring his thick swollen head. Likewise, he watched as Mike sat, pretty much doing the same, the piece he'd been working on obviously forgotten for the moment as he'd finally succumbed to the erotic sensual display going on before him as the two girls wildly humped themselves now against one another, each striving to bring the other one to climax.

#

I bet you wish you could feel this prick squirting inside you don't you?" Pat nearly yelled at her partner as she continued driving herself in and out of Pam's wet glistening pussy. Zooming in, Mark indeed saw just how wet the woman's cunt really was, creamy white froth now forming all around the fuck toy, clinging to it every time it plunged inside, returning with even more of the sex-sauce suddenly appearing.

"You wanna cum? You wanna squirt? Well come on then you horny little cunt, give it to me!"

All at once Pam exploded, her ear-piercing scream of pleasure filling the room, almost causing Mark to readjust the volume as she did so. But he was too enthralled to think of anything else, as a millisecond after that, Pam's pussy suddenly began to expel several little cascading streamers of clear white liquid that began to splash against the bed, sheets, as well as herself.

#

Cindy too was thrashing about wildly in her own little throes of ecstasy, as was Darlene, coming together almost simultaneously, grinding, still humping themselves against one another pleasurably. Mike had himself stood, walking over towards them, watching, observing, as he continued fisting his prick now only inches away from the two women.

"Oh yes...yes! Shoot it! Shoot it!" They cried urging him on. Mike began doing so, pumping off his own jettison of white milky spunk that he directed purposely and specifically against the still mashed joining of their respective cunts.

#

"Ah Daddy? You wanted to see me?"

Mark's hand contained most of his still spurting semen, which he'd attempted by way of not making even more of a mess than he already had. His prick throbbing once again, squirting, even as he leaned forward cutting off the camera's, then forcing his prick back inside his pants. Obviously from where his daughter now stood, she was well aware of what he'd been doing, and watching, as she had no doubt been standing there observing things herself for God knows how long.

Mark snatched several tissues from the box near by, wiping his hands.

"I didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously," she countered, though she was smiling and not frowning at him as she said that. "You gave me a key remember? I sorta figured you'd be up here any way, so I just let myself in." Brandy walked over to the couch sitting down as Mark tossed his spunk-laden tissues into the trash. "Pretty interesting," she then added without going into any details about specifically what it was she had found interesting.

"Ah yes, they are," Mark stammered briefly. "Interesting pair those two, have you met them yet?" He asked.

"I did bump into Pam in the Jacuzzi a few days ago yes, and spoke with Cindy down in the lobby the day we moved in, but I haven't met either one of the other two yet," she stated confirming that she had indeed been watching for a time at least.

"Well then, perhaps at the party," Mark finished.

"Yes, perhaps," Brandy quipped waiting on her father.

"The reason I wanted to see you," Mark began "was mainly to see how you are, how you're doing here, and if every things o.k. with you."

"Why wouldn't it be?" She responded. "I'm enjoying it here...very much in fact, so why do you ask?"

"Well, for one thing, I know your mother wouldn't understand your current living arrangement..."

"No more than she doesn't approve of yours either," Brandy said easily.

Mark laughed at that one. "True, but I'm not her daughter. Secondly, I caught the look you gave Andy out by the pool."

Brandy tried to mask her surprise at her father's observance, "What look?"

"A look I've seen often enough before," he told her. "You weren't very approving of Andy's attention towards Charlene, had it been James's I would have understood it, but Andy?"

Brandy actually flushed, her face reddening deeply, which brought some relief back to Mark as now the awkwardness of the moments ago had turned in the other direction.

"What about Andy?"

"Nothing really...was just curious, wondering if perhaps the three of you have some sort of agreement or understanding or something."

"No, of course not. You know as well as James does, Andy's just our friend, nothing more than that."

"Ok, not saying he isn't, just saying that if there is anything more than that going on, that situations like that can get pretty complicated if everyone's not on the same page together if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I know what you mean, and I also know what I'm doing," she added alerting her father that there was in fact a bit more to this situation than she was ready or willing to admit to for the moment. "In case you haven't noticed father, I'm a big girl now."

"I have noticed honey," Mark said trying to sooth over the situation. "And since I haven't exactly been there for you as a father for most of your life, I am at least trying to be a little like a friend, and just cautioning you. You are as you say a grown up woman now, and can make choices for yourself. I wouldn't even begin to tell you to do, or not to do something that you've set your mind on doing. I'm only saying...be careful. Sometimes situations like this can get a bit sticky."

"Sort of like a few minutes ago?" Brandy said standing, smiling once again taking back the upper hand over their conversation.

"Just remember Brandy, if you don't want me to know, or see something I shouldn't, then you shouldn't be doing it in the first place."

"You know, you could always just keep the camera's off in our suite, then you wouldn't have that problem."

"Or...you could move and find another place to live too," Mark said firmly. "You're not tied into any kind of contractual agreements here like everyone else is. You're free to move out anytime you'd like to. But as long as you decide to stay here, then just be aware, I could be looking...so if you don't like your father looking in on you from time to time, or want to be caught doing something you shouldn't be..."

"You mean like the way I just caught you a few moments ago?" Brandy said interrupting him. 

"Ah, but you see? There's the difference. "Maybe that was a bit awkward, but had it been anyone else except for you, it wouldn't have been. Everyone here knows who I am, and what I enjoy doing. That's why they've agreed to live under the terms and conditions that they are. You want to speak and act like an adult? Then accept the fact that sometimes adults do or enjoy unusual things. This is one of mine, and I've not tried to hide it from anyone, including you. And just so that we understand one another, I'm not going to pretend to be anything, or anyone other than who I am in the future. So next time you come to see me unexpectedly, perhaps you'd better knock unless you're prepared to find me doing whatever I feel like doing, or whoever I feel like doing it with. Agreed?"




Private Pleasures Ch. 02



Brandy nodded her head, but then she looked him straight in the eye too. "And just so you know and understand father...I plan on doing a little exploration myself, so if you do happen to look in and see something that surprises you, then don't say I didn't warn you. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," Mark said, and then hugging his daughter, walked her downstairs to the door.



Private Pleasures Ch. 03



Mark started his day as he usually did with a quick cup of coffee and a morning stroll out on his deck. Being it was the start of the workweek, he knew there wouldn't be much of anything going on around the complex with most everyone off to work or attending school. He had an appointment himself later on that afternoon with a woman who was a Realtor and helping him look into some other investment properties. Until then, Mark decided to take his second cup of coffee and have a quick peek in on those he did know would still be home.

Suite 203

He shouldn't have been too surprised, but he still was. Martha wasn't in her bedroom nor the bath when he turned the camera's on in her suite. But he quickly found her a moment later in the kitchen, only she wasn't cooking or eating breakfast, if anything she was playing with it instead.

"I know you're usually up by this time, though I don't know if you're actually watching me or not, though I know you might be recording this and see it later. Either way, thought I'd amuse myself and you since I was in the mood," Mark could hear Martha saying. He laughed at that. 

"Good ole' Martha," he chuckled once again, and then settled in to watch the show.

Martha stood with one leg propped on one of the dining room chairs, she was naked, and held a long slim yellow banana, which she was currently using to tease herself with as she stood there. She'd been at this for a while by the looks of it, and Mark made a mental note to go back later and view this from the time she actually began. There was a dish of whipped cream and strawberries sitting on the table next to her, several of which lay scattered with the tell-tail remnants of cream still smeared about her pussy giving it a rather decadent looking appearance as though someone had just finished dumping a thick load on her already.

"Been a while since I've used fruit to satisfy myself with," she continued saying, "thought you might enjoy watching this though, even if you aren't watching it right now, it's still erotic wondering if you are to be honest with you," she said.

Mark sat, his prick already beginning to harden as Martha now pressed the tip of the yellow fruit against the cream-smeared opening of her cunt and allowed the first couple of inches of the banana to enter her.

"I'd have preferred using a cucumber," she continued speaking more to herself as an ongoing diatribe as she had no idea if Mark was watching her now, or even would be later. "Unfortunately, I didn't have any. I must remember to pick a couple up from the store later, I remember how they used to feel, especially when I'd just taken them out of the fridge."

Martha had now managed to ease in all but the last quarter of the banana, leaving it there as she scooped another two-fingers of cream from the nearby bowl, and then proceeded to apply that to her exposed little clitoris as she twirled the sweet cream over and around her hard little clit moaning pleasurably as she did.

"I love the way a man's cum feels on my pussy," she stated. "And I love masturbating myself with it afterwards, so this cream feels quite a bit like that, though it's a little cooler of course," she actually said laughing. "Did you know that I actually have a fantasy about that?" she asked, not at all expecting an answer of course. "I used to masturbate thinking about it constantly when I was a bit younger, but have never actually experienced it, though perhaps that could still happen now that I'm living here," she grinned looking up towards the ceiling, then about the room though she never did look directly to where the camera was actually concealed.

Mark was curious of course, and hoped that Martha would continue with that thought as she also continued teasing herself with the cream, while the banana was still wedged deeply between her legs. And thankfully, she did.

"Anyway, just in case you are interested, my fantasy is this, I've always wondered what it would be like to lay on the floor in the middle of a bunch of guys, watching them as they all stand over me jerking themselves off, then watching them as one by one, they starting climaxing, squirting all that delicious hot cream all over my body, covering me from head to toe in it. After they've all shot their loads, then I proceed to masturbate with their cum, swiping it up with my fingers, from my breasts, my face, my legs, and then smearing it onto and into my pussy while I lay there finger-fucking myself."

Mark watched, her eyes were closed now and she was beginning to use the banana to truly fuck herself with now as she continued on explaining her fantasy in explicit detail, gathering more of the whipped cream, smearing it on her face, as well as her breasts and tummy as she really got into the mental image of her fantasy, actually living it to a degree as she got more and more aroused and consumed in the fantasy. Finally Martha crawled up onto the table itself, pouring the remainder of the bowl onto her breasts and pussy, the banana now forgotten and popping out of her with a slippery ease, falling to the floor discarded, temporarily forgotten. All Martha wanted to feel now was the cream and her own fingers as she twirled her clit maddeningly, using the cream as a cum substitute as she began thrashing about wildly in the throes of orgasmic bliss.

After several moments of just lying there on the table recovering, Martha finally slid off and began the process of cleaning up the mess she'd created. With his hard dick still in hand, Mark decided to do a quick scan through the other suites in the event anyone else happened to be doing anything of particular interest.

Suite 202

Mark knew that both Charlene as well as her brother Danny attended school, though not always the same schedule as one another, nor every day. He honestly didn't know if he'd find anyone home or not when he peeked in on them either, though he quickly found Danny at home. Curiously, he was lying on his sister's bed in her bedroom, one of her dresser drawers still open. He currently held a light blue satin bra in his hand, which he was using to run over and around his rock-hard prick with as he lay there. A matching pair of panties were currently wrapped around Danny's balls which he periodically handled, using them to masturbate with when he wasn't using the cups of her bra to run his dick around on, smearing the inside with dollops of his lubrication.

"So...Danny really does have a thing for his sister," Mark mused to himself. "That certainly make's things interesting. I wonder if she has any idea?"

When it was obvious that Danny was close to orgasm, he removed both the bra and panties, and then picked up a framed picture of his sister, which Mark hadn't noticed until now. He stared at her photo hungrily, lustily as he finished jackhammering his prick, soon splattering the picture of her face with a healthy load of cream. Almost immediately, Danny carefully refolded the bra and panties and placed them back inside her dresser drawer, closing it and then leaving her bedroom carrying his cum-coated picture with him. Mark followed him into the bathroom where he carefully cleaned and wiped off the photo, afterwards placing it back on the wall where it had originally hung next to one of his own.

"Like I said, I wonder..." Mark thought to himself, and anticipated a lot more curious revelations. 

#

By three that afternoon, Mark had driven to the location where the realtor had told him she had a property for him to look at. It wouldn't be as luxurious as the building he was living in himself, but it wasn't intended to serve the same purpose either. This one he would rent as an investment. Marlene Andrews was a strikingly beautiful woman with dark auburn hair that she had woven into a tight long braid. Even in the business suit she was wearing, she was all curves with deep brown eyes that complimented her olive skinned complexion. Mark wondered if she wasn't half Indian with her high cheekbones and firmly set jaw.

They had wandered through the six floors, each floor having four separate yet spaciously designed apartments with spectacular views from private decks that looked out over the city.

"This one is my favorite," Marlene said stepping out onto one of the decks that faced to the West. "Sometimes you can see the most spectacular view from here in the evening."

"Yeah, I can see that," he said looking directly towards her, watching her face as it blushed, wondering perhaps if the double meaning was truly intended. Mark quickly approached the enclosed railing and looked over. Each of the private patio decks were staggered so that from his vantage point, it became evident that you could see down into each of those below him.

"Hmm, I can see that I'll have to pay particular attention to prospective renters," he stated looking down. "Don't want anyone living here who might take offense at sunning outside naked and being looked at."

Marlene joined him by the rail looking down as well and chuckled. "Yes, I have that same problem where I'm living," she told him. "Only mine is a rather obnoxious neighbor who's always hitting on me whenever he sees me laying out back."

"So you hate being hit on I take it?" Mark inquired.

Marlene turned giving him a more than friendly smile. "It's not being hit on, it's who's doing the hitting," she said easily. "And Frank isn't someone I find particularly attractive, so no...I don't enjoy being flirted with by him." Once again she turned looking back over the railing. "To be honest, I've even considered moving myself, and this wouldn't be such a bad place to rent either provided my neighbors were decent and interesting."

"Well, if you did decide to do that, "I'd let you have the unit below this one for a third off the price."

"Why that one and not this one?" she asked curiously.

"Well, because if you did decide to move in here, I might have to take this unit for myself as a second place of residence," he said grinning back at her. "Or would you consider that as me being too obnoxious?" he asked. Once again he watched her face turn slightly red as she thought about that and laughed.

"And like I said, it depends on who's doing the flirting," then quickly adding. "But what would it take for me to get this unit at the same price you just offered me for that one?"

Mark allowed a serious expression to cross his face momentarily, "Well, provided I'd be invited over to see the view on occasion, I suppose we could work something out."

"Hmm, might be something worth negotiating," she smiled with her eyes.

"Yeah, just something about the view I'd like to get a better look at," he teased back.

Marlene lifted her hands to the front of the jacket she was wearing and began unbuttoning it. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this particular suit today, it's almost a bit too warm for it don't you think?"

"I know I'm certainly warm, and yes...it does seem to be getting a little hotter doesn't it?"

Having heard that, Marlene threw all pretenses aside and began undoing the buttons on her blouse, dropping it along side her jacket so that she now stood in front of Mark wearing only her skirt and a matching black lacy bra. Moving towards her, he placed his hand on the short zipper of the skirt, nimbly undoing the single button he found there, then unzipping it, allowing it to fall around her feet. Now she stood in a pair of pantyhose, though she wore nothing else beneath them.

"That's the one thing I hate about pantyhose," she told him. "There's no real easy way to take them off is there?"

Mark laughed, but spun her around facing back towards the railing. "Sometimes it's sensual leaving them partially on too," he whispered against her neck as he kissed her there, his hands already unclasping her bra which now slid easily down her arms, discarding it even as he pulled her pantyhose down from off her hips, below her ass. "No...leave them right there," he told her as she'd begun to wiggle them down even further. 

Mark quickly undid his own pants kicking them off along with his shorts, once again stepping up behind Marlene as she stood next to the rail. Though there were additional condominiums across the way, someone would need a pair of binoculars or a telescope to actually confirm they were seeing anything as Mark's hands now embraced Marlene's full luscious tits, molding them and caressing them as they hung sensually over the railing as they stood there together.

Mark felt Marlene's hand reaching back behind her, finding his hard firm erection and caressing it even as he pressed himself against the twin cheeks of her ass, rubbing his prick up and down as well as side to side against firm butt cheeks. She moaned softly as his hands continued to explore and caress her rapidly stiffening nipples, giving each a precious light little pinch, and then rolling them between finger tips just as she held and rolled his cock back and forth against herself.

Mark felt Marlene squeeze out a pearly drop of precum, quickly swiping it up with her finger, then placing it against her pink little starfish. "I like it in the ass," she said easily. "I'm also very clean, though I brought some condoms if you prefer...lubricated," she added.

"You've come prepared," he said spitting on his prick, using the additional lubricant to massage her tiny puckered ass with.

"Well, I was sort of hoping," she admitted. "After I met you the first time and knowing that no one but the two of us would be up here..."

"Breaking in your new apartment..." Mark finished for her, causing her to giggle.

"Yeah, maybe so," then moaned deeply as Mark allowed the tip of his prick to gently enter her as he stood there allowing her to accustom herself to it.

"Oh fuck that's good," she groaned once again, feeling him as he slowly allowed another inch, then another to make its way inside her tight fitting opening.

Bent over the railing as she was, Mark was forced to relinquish her breasts now, but he placed his hands on either side of her hips, spearing her fully until the entire length of his prick had buried itself deeply inside her.

"Oh yeah, just stay like that for a moment," she begged. "Let me feel it, feel you inside me just like that." Mark did so, enjoying her ass with his hands, running them up her back and along her sides, once again feeling the fullness of her pliant breasts which she now mashed against the upper railing.

"Now, fuck me, fuck me!" She urged.

Mark began doing so with nice slow easy thrusts in and out of that tight slippery passage as he again spit on his prick giving it further lubrication. Marlene stood up slightly, changing the angle of penetration, Mark's hands once again cupping her full breasts, squeezing them in synchronization with his thrusts, causing Marlene's breath to become heavy, harsh with each and every lunge of his hard stiff prick inside her ass.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she said grinding herself back against him, once again leaning forward though this time doing so even lower, dipping below the railing as she grabbed both of her feet holding onto them.

"Now harder! Harder!" she demanded.

She was certainly agile, though Mark had to be careful so as not to knock her off balance and into the privacy fence as he pounded against her, once again holding firmly onto her ass for support.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She again screamed out, her voice loud as she unabashedly stood there enjoying herself. "That's it! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

In the next instant, Marlene was screeching out her ecstasy with her fingers pounding her pussy, working her clit. Mark knew his own orgasm wasn't far behind hers either, which she seemed to sense. A moment after that she stood disengaging him entirely, but before he could voice any complaint, she had wrapped her hand around his prick, forcing him to step closer to the railing. Marlene continued pumping his prick as they stood there until it became obvious to him what she was up to. After doing that, he allowed the pleasure of his orgasm to occur, watching the first hard-felt spurt leap from his cock, hanging for a moment suspended in air before the pull of gravity overcame his spunk rocket and dragged it towards the ground. Another, and then another quickly joined the first until he had jettisoned every droplet from his spent prick. Marlene peered over the railing once again looking down.

"Well, I think we just christened the property," she said laughing still looking down. "I wonder if one day we'll find a little stain down there somewhere."

"So...you'll be moving in?"

"You'll be buying the property?"

"Yes."

"Then...yes," Marlene said, and knelt taking Mark's prick inside her mouth.

#

It was late in the evening by the time Mark arrived back home. He and Marlene had enjoyed another session with one another on the stairs, and then again on the kitchen counter. By the time they had finished, they were both exhausted, yet exhilarated as well. He'd also invited her over to the party the following weekend, which he was already looking forward to.

And though it was late Mark watched as one of the twins, either Stacy or Tracy headed into the Laundromat, which was next door to the parking garage. He didn't think much about it of course as the twins for some odd reason seemed to do their own laundry very late at night. Getting out of his car, he began to walk towards the lobby area and check with his night staff when he saw Pam turn the corner and head into the Laundromat as well.

"Hmmm?" he thought to himself. Taking his keys out once again, he walked towards the side service door and let himself in. It led into a small storage area adjacent to the laundry room itself, from there he knew he could secretly observe the two women inside without being seen. And though he could just as easily gone up to his suite and watched from several hidden cameras, sometimes being able to observe someone in the same room without their knowing it could be far more exciting for him.

Opening the door that led into the actual facility just a crack, gave Mark just enough of a view of what was going on inside, as well as allowing him to easily hear the girl's conversation. He noticed that one of the twins, and he surmised it to be Tracy just because of her demeanor, had just finished tossing in a load of clothes, and had in fact now stripped off what she was wearing, adding them in as well. She turned just as Pam approached her from the other direction.

"You're certainly up late," Tracy said greeting the woman.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep, and thought I might as well get some washing done, maybe read a little while I waited for the clothes to finish," she chuckled then. "You always wash clothes while you're naked?"

"Usually, that's why I come down here and do it late at night, just in case I should make anyone uncomfortable. You're not are you?"

"Me? Heaven's no!" Pam grinned appreciatively. "In fact, I just might make it a point to come and do laundry late at night more often."

She quickly tossed her own load of laundry in one of the washers, then as an after thought, removed the pair of shirts and tee shirt she was wearing, tossing them in as well.

"When in Rome..." she offered turning back around once again facing Tracy who had jumped up on the washer as it began going through its cycle.

"Something I enjoy doing...sorta helps pass the time," Tracy offered. Pam seemed confused for a moment, not fully understanding.

"Not as interesting until it goes into the spin cycle," she added, to which Pam's eyes opened in understanding.

"Oh!" She giggled, "Never even thought of doing that myself!"

"You should try it some time!"

Turning on her machine, Pam quickly jumped up on top of it so that now the two women were sitting together side by side, naked on the washing machines.

"It's a bit cold," Pam added.




Private Pleasures Ch. 03



"Give it a minute, with the hot water going in, it really warms up in a hurry." They sat in silence for a moment, then Tracy asked, "So...where's Pat?"

"Asleep. But I couldn't, which is why I'm down here doing this, needed to be done anyway. Your sister?"

"Ditto. And since it was my turn to do laundry," she left off saying as she spun around on top of the washer facing towards Pam, a smile spreading across her face. Pam blushed, realizing she'd been staring at Tracy's breasts.

"You really do have pretty boobs ya know," she said demurely.

"Thank you, so do you."

"They're too small," Pam said glancing down at her small sized tits. "But they're sure as hell sensitive!" she said looking up though she had cupped her breasts with her hands, actually touching her nipples. "Doesn't take much to make these grow at least," she added.

"Mine get pretty sensitive too," Tracy said now touching her own, "sometimes I can almost cum just playing with them."

"Me too!"

Mark was enjoying the erotic banter taking place between the two women, especially watching them as they fondled themselves. He was amazed after his evening with Marlene that he could even get an erection at this point, but he was.

"But it sure feels a hell of a lot better when someone else is doing it," Tracy continued, though she was genuinely caressing and playing with her breasts now. "Even watching someone else doing it is damn fucking hot!"

"Yeah, no shit. Just sitting here seeing you touching yourself is getting me hot!" Pam said honestly.

"Hmmm, so is this," Tracy giggled as the washer began the spin cycle. "Funny how that sensation just seems to tease me in just the right way, not too much, but enough that it's like a slow sensual tease."

Pam sat watching Tracy begin to enjoy her masturbatory little vibration caused from the washer, waiting for her own to finish and begin doing the same.

"Hey...you interested in trying something?" Tracy asked.

"Sure! What?"

"Slide over here and see if you can climb into my lap."

"You serious?"

"Shit yeah! Come on, I want to see if this does anything."

"Hell Tracy, just crawling into your lap will do something!" Pam laughed as she scooted across the one unit to the other where Tracy sat waiting for her.

"That's it, now put this leg under mine, yeah...perfect. Now, try and scoot up a little more. Yeah, that's it. Oh...that's nice," she all but purred.

"Sure as shit is," Pam agreed feeling her near hairless pussy against Tracy's bare smooth one. 

"Can you feel that?"

"Are you kidding?" Pam stated pressing herself even more firmly against Tracy's cunt.

Tracy laughed, "I meant the vibrations."

"Oh yeah, those too."

"Hey, you're moving!"

"I can't help it," Pam grinned. "You just feel so fucking good like this!"

Mark was feeling pretty good now too. Once again aroused, he'd removed his hard stiff prick from his pants and now stood slowly pumping it up and down as he watched the two women rubbing their cunts together on top of the washing machine. "Shit!" He thought, realizing he didn't have a tape currently recording any of this down here. "Note to self...rectify that immediately!"

"Yeah, even I have to admit that," Tracy told her, "And these feel pretty good too," she said placing her hands on Pam's breasts.

"Oh fuck! Like I said, my nipples are really sensitive, especially when someone else is playing with them!"

Pam placed her hands on Tracy's breasts simultaneously, enjoying the feel of her slightly fuller breasts as they continued pressing themselves against one another, enjoying the feel of the washer's spin cycle though it was just then beginning to slow.

"Damn! Already?" Tracy pouted. "It was just starting to feel good!"

"I know something else what would feel good, if you'll let me," Pam half whispered making it difficult for Mark to even make out what she'd said, though he discovered what that had been a moment later as Pam disengaged herself and slid off of the washer. She then spread Tracy's legs apart, helping her to scoot closer to the edge of the washing machine. As Pam leaned over, Tracy draped her legs over the woman's shoulders.

"Fuck, that's better than the spin cycle any day!" she moaned as Pam began joyfully licking her clit.

"You can say that again," Pam mouthed into Tracy's pussy, her fingers now busily frigging her own clit as she stood there going down on her.

Tracy placed one hand on Pam's head for support, drawing her closer holding her there, the other behind her as she lifted herself up somewhat, further intensifying the pleasure that Pam's flicking tongue was bringing her.

"Oh yeah...right there! Right there! Don't you fucking stop!" Tracy warned, now literally humping herself against Pam's face as she drew nearer and nearer towards orgasm.

"I have no intention of it," Pam mouthed into Tracy's cunt, sounding just like she had a mouth full when she said it.

"Oh yeah...almost there, right there....fuck yes...yes! Yes! Yes!" Tracy screamed out as her orgasm suddenly claimed her, causing her to thrash wildly, almost uncontrollably as Pam tried desperately to hang on as she did.

"Fuck that was nice!" Pam said moments later, straightening as she wiped her face, and then licking off her fingers. "You always cum like that?" she asked.

"Not always no," Tracy said blushing. "Usually when I am just really fucking horny, then I do."

Obviously Tracy had squirted, at least a little," Mark mused, he had climaxed almost simultaneously with them, finding a bit of decadence in sticking his prick out between the crack in the door, pointing it towards them as he finished pumping his prick off, watching it spurt, throwing several little streamers of spunk in their general direction though obviously far short of the mark. He glanced at the floor smiling, wondering if the service maid would even wonder what the small stain was, if it was even still there when next she came to do the floors.

"Whew...thank you," Tracy said still trying to compose herself. Jumping down from the washer she opened the lid and began tossing her wet things into one of the nearby driers just as Pam's machine came to a stop moments later.

"Well the way I see it...now it's my turn to do you while our clothes are drying," Tracy said grinning.

"Hmmm, I'm looking forward to that too," Pam said as she took one of the seats near by, sitting in it and then spreading her legs as Tracy knelt on the floor in front of her.

Mark closed the door, now even more tired than he'd been before and made his way slowly back to his suite for some much needed rest.

#

Mark finally rolled out of bed well past noon. He knew that most everyone was again off to work or school, and with his libido satiated for the moment, he didn't even bother looking in on anyone, heading directly down to the pool for a refreshing swim. He was only slightly surprised to find Tracy sunbathing alone, with no one else around, but pleasantly so when he found her topless as he approached her.

"Afternoon Mark," Tracy said spotting him. 

"Hi Tracy, no classes today?"

"Nah...took the day off to play hooky," she grinned at him. "Sort of had a late night."

"I know," he said honestly sitting down by her. "Not surprised."

She laughed, "You know, I actually wondered about that momentarily, just wasn't sure you had cameras down there too, or that you'd even be watching if you did."

"Oh, I was certainly watching, just not from my suite," he told her watching the surprised expression on her face.

"Oh really? Where?"

"In the back, you didn't see me, but I certainly enjoyed watching you," he informed her.

Once again Tracy laughed. "You know Mark, when you first told us about being able to see us all the time, I really didn't think about it much, and in fact, still don't really. But I have to admit, there's something wickedly erotic in knowing that you are, or could be. Doesn't matter what I'm doing, or where I'm at, all I have to do is consider that possibility for a moment or two, and suddenly I can feel myself getting aroused by it."

Mark was smiling. "Glad to hear that Tracy, but that was one of the reasons I chose you and your sister to live here. I know you're both open-minded and liberated enough to not let any inhibitions show through knowing that you're being watched from time to time. Had anyone been, they wouldn't be living here as it wouldn't really serve any useful purpose, nor given me as much fun and enjoyment as I've been having because of it...because of all of you. It's also why I don't mind telling you I was watching last night, that's part of the fun, and as I've always said, I have no intention of either denying that I do, or lying about it. It's still fun for me seeing if I can get away without getting caught."

"Well, admittedly it's becoming even more fun and exciting for me, knowing that someone might actually be watching. Which reminds me, so DID you find that exciting to see last night?" 

"Very much so, had a nice little orgasm myself watching you."

"Damn, maybe you should have come in and joined us," she said grinning back at him. "I'd have enjoyed watching you cum too."

"Hey, it's a nice warm sun-shinny day, we could have some fun right here by the pool if you'd like."

"Right here?"

"Sure, why not?"

"You're right! Why the hell not?" Tracy said sitting up and removing her bikini bottoms. "Might be interesting to see who comes along and catches us."

"That, or who decides to join us even," Mark ventured.

"That too!" Tracy said mischievously. "I think, I'm really getting to love being here," she told him. "It just keeps getting better and better every day!"

As Tracy had already done, Mark stood removing his trunks. "Stay just like that," she teased, then sat on the edge of the lounge chair and proceeded to lick Mark's rapidly hardening prick to an even greater firmness.

"Well, well...looks like the two of you are off to an early afternoon start!"

Mark really wasn't surprised to see Martha appear, he'd actually been half expecting it. But he hadn't expected to see Robert standing there with her. Even Tracy seemed a little started to see them together, though she didn't exactly try to hide what she'd just been doing either as she sat there with her hand still firmly wrapped around Mark's prick.

"You're certainly welcome to join us," Mark laughed. "Tracy and I are just getting better acquainted."

"That's what Bob and I were doing earlier," Martha quipped. "Though seeing you two, I'm inclined to do a little more of that again myself."

"Feel free," Mark urged them both once again. "It's a great day for an outdoors blow-job, don't you think so Bob?"

Slightly more reserved than many of the others, Bob merely smiled though he certainly didn't complain when Martha sat down in front of him, fishing his prick out of his pants and began mouthing it.

"Holy shit Robert!" Tracy said eyeing him as Martha continued mouthing his organ. "You've got an enormous cock!"

"Doesn't he though?" Martha said proudly as she waved it a little with her hand. "And he knows how to use it too!" she added, "though admittedly, so does Mark."

Tracy smiled back, "I certainly hope so, I was planning on discovering that for myself here in a minute or so."

Not wanting it to be uncomfortable or any more awkward, Tracy then directed Mark to lie down on his back on the large oversized towel she had brought along with her. "I hope you don't mind me being on top," she told him. "I prefer doing it that way."

"Not at all, be my guest," he said lying down as Tracy climbed on top of him, just as Martha was now doing to Bob.

"Don't burn your self out either Mark," Tracy stated. "I'm sure that once Stacy hears about this, she'll want some of you too."

"Well in that case, you'd best do all the work," Mark replied back jokingly as Tracy began rocking herself back and forth atop of him.

"You mean like this?"

Tracy was gyrating herself in slow circular motions with Mark's prick deeply embedded inside her. While she did so, he enjoyed the fullness of her soft breasts, along with the hardness of her extended little nipples which he took turns thumbing, pinching, or simply rolling about with his hands and fingers as Tracy moaned and groaned pleasurably.

"Fuck that's hot!" Martha exclaimed as she rode Bob's cock sitting next to the two of them, even reaching over in order to toy with one of Tracy's breasts, which then caused her to reach over and begin doing the same with one of Martha's.

"Now THAT's hot!" Bob grinned watching the two women exploring one another as they fucked side by side.

They were enjoying themselves so much, that no one had even noticed that Mike had appeared, taking a seat close enough to them, watching as he sat drinking an orange juice as though he were watching something on TV in his living room.

"Looks like we've got company," Tracy mused, smiling and then blowing Mike a friendly kiss as she continued riding Mark's prick. "Enjoying the show?" she asked.

"Oh hell yeah, I'm even getting a few ideas for a new piece I might try doing," he grinned seriously. "If I had enough time and clay, I'd even consider starting it while watching the four of you."

"Don't think we'll last quite THAT long," Bob said easily. "Martha's not about to slow down for any one, and that usually means..."

"Shut up and fuck me," she scolded him. 

"Yes mam," Bob laughed, and then proceeded to do just that.

Mike had slipped his hand down the front of the shorts he was wearing and had obviously begun caressing himself as he watched.

"Don't waste it," Martha said. "Bob's about ready to pop here from the feel of it, so I just might come after you next!" she stated. "If someone else doesn't show up and claim him first," Mark added, "Hell, if we keep this up, we just might have to turn this into the get acquainted party!"

"It's already a party," Tracy moaned pleasurably. "And Stacy's going to be pissed as hell that she missed it too!"

Moments later Mike ambled over to where Martha sat still happily riding Bob's cock, he offered his now rock-hard penis to her, which she accepted greedily, sucking and stroking it as he stood next to her.

"Now Stacy really IS going to be pissed!" Tracy laughed watching Martha now sucking and being fucked simultaneously.

It was obvious that Bob was drawing ever closer to an orgasm. "Hold that thought," Martha informed Mike suddenly dislodging herself from Bob's member. "I love watching and feeling this man squirt, he usually shoots a gallon whenever he does!"

"No worries, I'm not going anywhere," Mike told her as he stood there slow-stroking his own cock as Bob now stood, Martha kneeling in front of him. 

"Here," Martha said pulling Mike over towards her as she now grasped his cock, adding Mike's to her mouth as she attempted to simultaneously suck and lick the two of them side by side. Mike did as he was told, now standing next to Bob as Martha continued alternately pumping or sucking the two of them.

"Here it comes babe!" Bob suddenly announced. And with that, Martha directed Bob's enormous prick towards her, catching the first vicious splurge of his spunk against the side of her face before engulfing the huge bulbous head of his staff with her mouth, catching the next discharge, then again redirecting his prick against her tits which he thoroughly covered in several quick rapid jettisons of thick creamy rich spunk.

"Holy fucking shit!" Mike exclaimed watching him. "Damn Bob, you can really throw a load can't you?"

"Told you he did," Martha said smiling, her face, neck and breasts literally covered in his thick milky cream. "Would you like to add to this?" She asked looking down at her cum-covered tits.

"Hell yes," Mike just managed, stepping forward now as Martha rubbed Mike's prick back and forth against her cum-covered nipples.

"Do it baby!" She urged him then. "Cover me with some more spunk, give me another nice hot sticky load!"

Hearing her say that, triggered the inevitable. Mike was suddenly weak at the knees as his cock began to disgorge his cream, and though he certainly didn't equal in volume to the copious amount of cum-butter than Bob had churned out of his prick, the force and jettison of Mike's own cream was forceful enough to splash decadently against Martha's breasts which she relished in glee, laughing with each hot delicious spurt than landed against her.

"Come on Mark...your turn!" Martha said. "Or does Tracy want it all for herself?"

"Actually, I'd love watching Mark squirt on you, but let me be the one to make him do it!" she said. "Why don't you lie down, and I'll have Mark stand over you so I can direct the spray when he's ready."

Martha quickly positioned herself on the towel as Mark stood, Tracy taking his cock in hand and standing behind and off to one side of him as she once again began pumping his cock. "Let me know when you're ready," she told him.

"I think you'll know," Mark responded, adding, "but yes, I will."

Martha was playing with her cum-covered boobs, watching with lust-filled eyes as Tracy continued pumping Mark's prick off while aiming it towards her.

"Come on baby, shoot it! Shoot that hot fuck-juice all over me!" she urged wantonly.

"Here it comes!" Mark announced with a pleasured grimace, suddenly loosing the first of several streamers of spunk which Tracy then began directing downwards against Martha's nude form, scoring an almost perfect direct hit against the woman's cunt, which she'd openly invited by spreading her legs obscenely wide. Tracy lifted Mark's prick, directing a second and third jettison of cream that landed on her belly, then against her left breast, though with all the recent orgasms Mark had enjoyed, his prick rapidly petered out afterwards until there was nothing left but a few forced dribbles.

"Sorry," he begged off, "but I've had quite a day of it already."

No one seemed to mind or complain however, especially Martha who simply added what quantity Mark had managed to that of the other two men as she spread their combined cream into her body as though using it as a body lotion.

"That was fucking fun!" she announced happily. "I wouldn't mind doing that again sometime soon, perhaps we can convince some of the other guys who live here to join us next time," she suggested.

"Maybe," Mark stated. "I don't think that too many would have any qualms about doing that if you really wanted them too," he told her. "Anyway, I need to get some rest," Mark announced not even bothering to dress. "You guys have fun, and remember to plan on being here this weekend for the party!"

With that, Mark feeling even more exhausted than he had earlier, headed back to his suite for some much needed rest.

#

Mark had just entered his home and was heading for his bedroom when he caught his daughter descending the stairs from the upper control room.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," she mused as she caught his surprised look.

"You wanted to see me?" Mark asked evading the statement.

"Oh, I certainly did that," she retorted with a flushed look on her face. "Admittedly old man, watching all that was pretty entertaining, and highly arousing. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed one of your lady-friends toys. Don't worry, I washed and put it away already," she added just then reaching him. 

"So what did you want to see me about?" he again asked ignoring her comment.

"I was just going to tell you that I'm fine with living here, and in fact, I plan on being a bit more active if you know what I mean, and even if you're there, or watching me...or whatever," she grinned, "I'm not going to be all weirded out about it ok? I mean I'm certainly curious about several things, especially after the little I've seen, so just because you happen to be my father, I'm not going to let that stand in the way of having a bit more fun and being open about it. So...I guess my question is, can you handle it?"




Private Pleasures Ch. 03



"I can if you can," he told his daughter. "I've never had any intention of hiding what I enjoy doing from you," he explained, "as you've obviously just seen."

"And neither will I," Brandy informed him. "So now that that's all settled, we can both look forward to the party this weekend."

"How's James and Andy with all this?" Mark asked curiously.

"Well, after I'd sort of explained things, James seemed to accept it. It was either that or move out I guess. I told him I'm not ready for any deep-committed relationship, and that I had every intention of exploring a few options, as he could as well of course, especially living here. Once he thought about it, he agreed."

"Good, the last thing I want to have to deal with here is any petty jealousy or drama," Mark stated seriously. "That's why I chose the people I did to come and live here, you and your friends were the concerned exception to that, so I'm glad to hear that you've all come to some sort of an understanding."

"As we have," Brandy added.

"Yes...as we have," her father agreed.

#

On Friday, Mark had begun making his final preparations for the party. He'd sent out formal reminders to everyone living in the complex for Saturday, letting them know it would be a catered affair, held in his specially designed club-house, though no one as yet even knew about the underground portion of the club's lay out which he'd specially designed for just such a party. He also told each of them to make sure they left whatever inhibitions they might have at the door, to have fun, and actually get to know one another intimately, and expected them to do just that. Satisfied with his preparations, Mark headed upstairs to his control room for a last late-night look see at his tenants before turning in. And because it was late, he didn't really expect to see much going on anyway, nor was he all that enthusiastically aroused with all that he'd been doing and involved in himself recently, but he still caught a thrill, no matter how small it might be, just peeking in on everyone from time to time, so Mark settled into his chair for what he thought would be a brief look-see before turning in.

As expected, most everyone had already gone to bed, with the exception of Bob who hardly ever seemed to sleep anyway who was merely watching an old movie. He'd even hesitated when accessing the cameras to his daughter's place, but then went ahead and did so, finding both James as well as Andy sound asleep in their rooms. Curious more than anything else as he'd not accounted for his daughter, he did a quick search for her, finding her moment's later sitting in the living room watching a movie. He was again surprised, she had obviously 'borrowed' an X-rated movie from his collection and sat watching it. Even more interesting was the fact that she was watching one that was primarily all women, three of which were now involved together on screen, one woman being fucked behind from another who was wearing a strap-on dildo, while she in turn was hungrily feeding on the cunt of the third. Changing the angle of the camera, Mark quickly discovered that his daughter sat on the couch entirely nude, her shapely young breasts in hand as she sat there playing with them, caressing herself, and periodically reaching down between her legs which is when Mark saw the dark green cucumber comfortably resting between them.

Mark knew he probably shouldn't be watching this, but he couldn't help himself. And yes, maybe she was his very own daughter, but at the moment she was an aroused, horny young woman who was enjoying herself, using a cucumber to do so with, all the while watching a trio of lesbians exploring one another.

He felt his prick lurch in aroused interest, and though he hadn't been all that excited or even interested earlier, he certainly was now. Brandy began to methodically shove the green toy she was using in and out of herself with every thrust of the dildo on screen in use by the women as their tempo of erotic coupling increased. Their obvious moans and groans of delight seemed to heighten the need and want of his daughter as she now rapidly patted, and finger-rubbed her exposed clit, spreading apart her pussy-lips with her fingers, shoving the cucumber deeply inside of herself, attempting to hold it there by the mere clenching of her cunt-muscles together. Mark watched as the thick vegetable would slowly start to ease it's way out of her slick moist passage, where Brandy would then quit flicking her clit, shoving it back in as deeply as she could, repeating the process all over again, alternating on occasion by giving her lovely pink little nipples a hard rolling pinch with her fingers.

Mark didn't even realize for a moment that he had taken his cock out and was stroking it, so absorbed had he been in watching his daughter getting herself off. The site of her, watching her was indeed wickedly sinful, but he found himself enjoying it immensely as evident by the near constant flow of his excited precum, which he lavished in abundance about his hard stiff prick.

When he glanced casually back towards the TV, expecting to see the movie still playing, he was caught off guard by what he saw however. There on the TV, he was, sitting there jerking himself off, watching his daughter as she sat, now watching him. He glanced up, locating the web-cam she was using, and had obviously turned on and been aware of for quite some time without his realizing it. He then saw her smile directly towards him, even offering a small wave before shoving the green monstrous prick she was using in and out of her wide-open split suggestively, even lewdly as he continued to watch, now mesmerized and surprised all rolled into one. Already close, and now even more aroused, and surprised at his decadent arousal, Mark continued to pleasure himself, watching his own self as well as his daughter as she continued watching him, watching her as they both neared their respective orgasms. By her sudden whimpering cry of release, Mark felt his as well, his semen suddenly spilling from the head of his prick, his hand pumping out one pleasured explosion after another, and another as his daughter too, fucked herself into glorious oblivion.

For several long moments afterwards, they both sat simply looking at one another, regaining their composure before Brandy finally stood, blowing her father a kiss, and then walking naked back towards her bedroom, leaving the last image of her father still sitting in his chair, cock in hand, watching her go.