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Watching Me

By: Dr_Impervious



Feast your eyes upon him. Eat him up as you stare and glare hungrily upon his flesh...

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Watching Me in the Window



He stands outside my window and I know he's watching. A silhouette in the darkness, blending in with the scenery around him. 

I could pull the blinds on my window but I don't. Instead I start removing my jacket and drop it on the bed, leaving me standing there with my straitlaced print blouse that I wear to work even though I don't like it. 

The skirt that matches it is grey in color and feels drab, the light wool scratching my nylons. Oh, those not sheer enough stockings were the first thing to go right after I stepped inside my apartment. After kicking off my heels, I removed my nylons and felt the rush of warm air on my legs. I turned on the AC and then moved to the bedroom to shed the rest of my uniform. 

The man who stood outside the window has been there before on other nights just like this one. But the only sound I hear is the wind picking up outside, causing the branches of the tree to tap on the window. I smile as I look out into the darkness and then my fingers move to my blouse. 

My body's itching to lose it but my hands tremble slightly as they reach up to the top button, which has already popped open exposing the fact that I'm wearing small pearls around my neck. The other buttons follow one by one, my fingers unfasten them and the blouse begins to separate, exposing at first hints of my lacy peach bra. A soft peach color that comes with matching panties but it's my own secret. After all, look at the work attire and you might think that that my body's favorite parts are sheathed in white cotton. Only three buttons left and I undo them methodically, my eyes occasionally glancing to the window.

I'd seen him looking at me more than once when I'd entered the bedroom, enough to recognize him. I'd know him for six months after I moved into the apartment complex; I just hadn't known that he'd been a voyeur. It never came up during our idle conversations in the laundry room on Saturday mornings or when we passed each other in the parking lot. 

He wasn't bad to look at each other, the opposite in fact. Ruggedly handsome, as if he'd been an athlete once, he had dark curly hair and the bluest eyes, like a summer sky. He favored rugby shirts and faded jeans, which I'd seen him while he'd been coming and going often with a young woman with him.

The guy never wanted for female attention but if that were true, then why was he standing out my window watching me? And why was I letting him? I'd always been a good girl, always suppressed the part of me that wanted to break loose. Got up in the morning to wear the same type of clothing to blend in with the corporate world, when I wanted to wear a dress that molded to my curves instead, let my hair hang loosely around my face rather than twisted into a tight bun...but I'd become too used to the way I lived each day to change. 

I remembered all that yet one button on the bottom of my blouse remained to be unfastened and my fingers let it loose, allowing me to slowly peel the blouse off of me, sliding it down my arms and then gladly letting go of it. 

Now I stood in front of my window showing him my breasts, as much as could be seen sheathed in soft lace edged in lace. I palmed them enjoying how the material felt against their ripeness, a trace of the nipples hardening and then I decided I needed to lose my skirt.

It unzipped down the back and the rasping sound of the zipper moving down its track filled me with anticipation that even know he might be staring at the dimple in my lower back, waiting for the skirt to move down my thighs, showing off my panties. High cut at the hips and gently cradling the globes of my ass. I drop the skirt allowing it to fall at my feet and then I step out of it. 

A feeling of freedom whips through me as I stand in my bedroom wearing only my lingerie, my secret unveiled and only the man outside looking knows. That makes it all the more delicious; I think as I smooth my palms over my body, enjoying the textures of rough lace and soft skin. I imagine it's his hands that are fondling me, stroking my skin which tingles beneath his touch and his hands on my bra, itching to unhook it, so that the rounded creaminess inside spills out into his hands rather than my own. 

But the man is just content to watch me so I reach up to unhook the clasp in front and my breasts feel nice, outside of the confines and I place my hands on them, massaging them gently until they feel less constricted, more free. I caress them, and the aureoles darken into scarlet, as they harden. I imagine his hands on my torso as he strokes my breasts with his warm tongue, circling them invoking sensations that threaten to made me cry out until his tongue approaches the ripened tips, which ache for his mouth. 

I have to content myself with myself sending shivers outreaching everywhere else of elation even down to my pussy as it dampens my panties. My breath starts quickening from what my hands are doing to me and that the man watches. But my hands move again across my slightly rounded belly to the upper rim of my panties. They glide flirtatiously across the dampness of my panties and then back up again. 

Is the man still watching me, as I move onto the last item of clothing on my body? I inch my fingers to the waistband of the panties and move the scrap of fabric down my body, slowly unveiling my pussy and as I turn towards the window, I know I'm giving him a good show. 

The lacy underwear moves down my toned thighs and disappears down at my feet. 

I know what I have is more than enough to arouse him further, as I stand there, showing him the soft brown curls that cover it but if he's close enough, he can see the soft rosy petal like lips, glistening with my juices. I move even closer to the window, feeling suddenly brazen enough to give him a closer look so he won't lose any of the details in his voyeurism. 

He's not visible to me except I can see that he's there, more his muscular form than his face. Will he just stand there and watch, or will he unfasten his own pants to release his erection that's hard enough to hurt, to grab his shaft and jerk himself off outside my window?

The thought of him doing that doesn't disgust me as it should, but the whole idea that I had turned him on so much, filled me with headiness. My fingers on one hand reach down to my pussy and I touch myself, gently at first but already I feel the slickness as I ride the sweetness breaching the lips of my pussy flirting with its entrance. My fingers brush my clit and I gasp, the sharpness of the contact causes me to pause but the desire that wells up inside me compels me to place my free palm on the window, as I look out into the night. 

My other hand continues stroking my pussy lips, flirting with sliding one of them inside where it's tight and wet. My muscles protest and I use my hand on the window pane to help stay standing, as my fingers slickened with my lust continue rubbing, my clit swells and then finally, one finger thrusts inside while I arch my back, just before the walls of my pussy hug it firmly. Oh the friction that generates with sliding it in and out just makes me mew like a pussy cat. But the thickness of the glass doesn't allow him to hear me. 

I feel the sensations spiraling inside of me threatening to rip control away from me, I try to hold on because he's watching me and suddenly I feel shy to let him see the part of me where pleasure dominates, and the wildness it generates. I buck my hips not being able to stop myself, my legs are splayed and my hand's riding my pussy. 

The thought of him watching me, his eyes on my writhing body, his hand perhaps stroking himself drives me over the edge. I forget my shyness and I just open my mouth to scream into the glass. My palm trying to hang onto it but meeting smoothness as overwhelming pleasure grabbed hold of me. 

I felt my legs debone and the sensation of falling almost hit me. But I remember him and place both my hands on the glass as my body returns to earth looking for him.



Watching Meg Ryan Will Never...



Watching Meg Ryan Will Never Be the Same

I have faithfully seen each and every Meg Ryan movie. I enjoy her acting, the comedy, and it helps that she is attractive, and well built, as best as I could tell. She is one movie star who rarely flaunts her many assets. However, after a recent dream I had of her, I cannot watch her without wondering. I suppose dreams are what they are, but this particular dream was so real. Well you decide.

I was riding my bike at a fair speed, in my complex, when a cat jumped out from behind the shrubs, and got in my path. I swerved to the left, and my wheel caught the rear bumper of a parked car. I was literally thrown forward, and landed partially on my head. Yes I was not wearing a helmet. After what seemed like an eternity, I got up and limped back to my apartment, wheeling my bike along. Other than very bad headaches, which came and went, my bruises healed quickly. 

My wife eventually convinced me that we had to go to the doctor, for medication, and peace of mind. The doctor ordered a MRI, during which a small clot was found in my head. He quickly had me admitted to the hospital, and scheduled me for surgery. I don't remember the operation for the anesthesia had me completely out of it. The removal of the blood clot was successful, but I soon went into coma, and this where my dream really begins.

According to my wife, who visited me quite often, I was out for over three weeks, and wasn't given a good prognosis to ever come out of it. One day as Meg Ryan was visiting the other patients in the hospital, for charity, she decided to check on me, after my wife informed her that I was a big fan of hers. The nurse told my wife that only one visitor was allowed, so my wife went out, and Meg Ryan came into my room. She soon started talking to me. "So you are a fan?"

"Well we'll have to get you out of here so that you can see my new movie!" She first tickled my feet without any response. Then she tickled my ears again no response. She kissed me on the mouth, and removed the sheet to my waist while caressing my neck and chest, circling each nipple, with little results. Starting from the bottom, she then tickled all the way up to my knees, which I felt, and started to moan. The strangest part was that she was fully dressed, and I didn't see any part of her, and it was my dream. 

She dropped the side bar, and removed the sheet all the way, and exposed my dick, and tickled all the way up to just below my balls. "I guess there is hope for you yet my fan", as she winked and snickered. She then kissed the head of my pecker, and it stirred. She kissed my balls, and took each into her mouth one at a time. She started to talk to my dick, "I bet you, and my fan can use some relief by now, huh?" She licked the head, while cupping my balls. I started getting aroused, as my pecker was getting hard. She had half of me in her mouth, and she was bobbing up and down. She smiled, and said "all in the name of charity, huh?" She had me in her mouth all the way, I must have touched her tonsils, as she started to really lick, suck, and bob up and down. I was hard as a rock, and really started to moan. 

Just then my eyes opened, and I saw her take off her panties, and was starting to mount me. She was inches away, when I started saying "no, I can't, no stop.....please!" She said "hey I got you out of your coma, you owe me a fuck!" I started to push her off of me, but without much success. The three weeks of being cooped up drained my strength. She was actually touching my dick with her snatch when my wife walked in. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Get off of him you bitch!" Meg Ryan just smiled and yelled back, "hey I brought him out of his coma, this is the least he can do for me!" By now two other nurses came in, with a guard. They removed Meg Ryan off from me, and escorted her out of my room, leaving me alone with my wife. 

"Oh honey, I'm glad you're OK, well except for that" as she smiled and pointed to my pecker. She locked the door, and walked over to me, and said, "first I need to make sure that it is properly cleaned". "Who knows where it has been?" She winked at me. She grabbed a small towel and got it wet, and lathered it up and commenced to wash my dick like it never was washed before. I smiled and told her, "honey I love you, but he isn't hard any more!" You just smiled and said "I love you too babe, and not to worry for this I can fix!" She then rinsed my pecker, dried it, and kissed the head, and said "the nerve of that bitch!" 

She kissed me on the mouth, gently inserting her tongue and joining mine, for it has been so long. We kissed for awhile for it has been almost a month. She then baby-kissed all the way down my chest, while circling, and licking each nipple. She soon arrived at the object of her desire, and took me in her mouth. With her right hand she cupped, and fondled my balls, as I felt my dick getting harder. She licked, and kissed the head. Soon she had half of me in her mouth, and I felt it get very hard. I said to my honey "baby this is not going to be long enough for you". You just smiled and kept bobbing up and down. Then you took off your panties, and mounted me and now I was on familiar ground. Within seconds I arched my back, and could not hold back, as I exploded for what seemed like a full minute. You just smiled, and said, "wait till I get you home, mister!" Two days later I was discharged, and was given a clean bill of health. I serviced my wife, and she serviced me, as we continue today. In a strange way though, I suppose we owe some sort of thanks to Meg Ryan. I'm still a fan, but it could never be as before. 

I never dreamt about Meg Ryan again. The weirdest thing though happened; in just about a weeks time after this dream, her new movie was in the theaters, just as she said.



Watching Michele



This is my first Literotica effort, so your feedback (good or bad) is welcomed. Believe it or not, this is true story, and if you're offended, don't read any further. This story shows how a liberated sexual mind can give such satisfaction, without any harm.

I seemed to have been watching Michele all my life. Watching her as a baby, watching her as she grew up, watching her through her school years...and now, incredibly, watching her as a woman.

Michele is my beautiful daughter. Recently turned 22, of average height, dark hair cropped in a fashionable bob, and slim. Over the years, I slowly discovered that the way that I looked at her had changed – she had developed from a girl into a woman, and I was looking at her as a woman. The fact that she was my daughter, to my shame, only added to the illicit thrill. One weekend, as we were lazing in the lounge, Michele was laying on her front on the floor watching TV, and I noticed that her low cut trousers were revealing the bare skin of her lower back and also the top of her panties. They were clearly a thong, of lacy black material...my cock swelled slightly as I stared, safe in the knowledge that Michele wouldn't be able to see from her position. What I didn't consider, though, was my wife, Maxine – it was only when she coughed that I looked up, embarrassed and guilty. But instead of the angry look that I expected, Maxine smirked at me, pointed at Michele's exposure, and winked. Not knowing what to do, I just carried on watching TV.

In bed that night, Maxine reached for my cock and gently manipulated it until it was hard and erect. I was enjoying the sensation, until Maxine said "I think our daughter is turning into a slut, showing her knickers off to her Dad". I froze, but Maxine's hand continued to jack my cock, more insistently now. "I saw you looking babe, no point in denying it". 

"I- I'm sorry,", I started, but Maxine cut in. "Don't worry about it. Men your age often ogle young girls, and I'd rather you looked at your own daughter than some other tart. If you ever touch her I'd kill you, but you may as well enjoy looking at her..." I gasped as Maxine ducked under the covers and licked the length of my cock. "You can think of her now, if you like. Imagine what she gets up to with Mike," (Mike was her boyfriend). With that, my liberated wife mouthed off on my cock until I came, hard, picturing my daughter doing the same thing. Over the next few weeks, things continued in the same vein. I was careful never to initiate anything, but my wife would provide me with regular 'entertainment' – one time when Michele was wearing a low cut top and leaning forward, I got a great view of her tits whilst Maxine kept her talking, and on another occasion Maxine showed me a pair of Michele's panties, a navy-blue thong, with distinct stains on it. Our sex life seemed reinvigorated, with Maxine seemingly enjoying our activities as well, as many was the time that she would jack or suck me off, whispering in my ear disgusting images of our daughter naked, or performing lewd sex acts with her boyfriend.

I guess it had to lead to something more, and one weekend that 'something' occurred. Michele had been out clubbing on a Saturday evening, and Maxine had kept me at a state of arousal all evening, reminding me of the tight top and miniskirt that Michele had worn that night, or suggesting that Michele was probably on all fours at that very moment, taking cock. It was around midnight when Michele came home, clearly drunk, and she stumbled up to bed. Maxine and I stayed downstairs for a while, snogging like teenagers, before going up to bed. I was just about ready to get into bed, looking forward to some action, when Maxine came in with a glint in her eye. "come with me," she said, taking me by the hand and signalling for me to keep quiet.

Maxine led me to Michele's bedroom, and the sight that I got will live with me for the rest of my life. Michele had clearly just wanted to go to bed and sleep off the drink, and the trail of her sexy clothes led to the bed – where she lay, naked. For what seemed like and endless moment, I just stared at my daughter – the pliant young flesh, and her tits, seemingly so big against her slim frame. Before I had fully taken in the situation, Maxine whispered "here, sniff these," handing me the pretty pink knickers that Michele had been wearing that night. This was the furthest that Maxine and I had ever been in our new sexual world, but my hesitation was only minimal before I raised my daughter's used knickers to my face and inhaled the intoxicating mixture of piss, sweat and feminine cunt musk. My cock was already rock hard, and then Maxine took it further. Michele was sprawled on her bed, deep in sleep, one leg straight and the other bent, and before my disbelieving eyes my wife took my daughter's leg and slowly, carefully, pushed it away from the other. My cock jerked as I drank in the sight of Michele's naked cunt, framed with dark hair but with the pink lips clearly exposed. Her voice husky, either with whispering or with desire, Maxine muttered "go ahead darling, take a closer look," and gently pushed me towards the bed. Almost in a trance, I dropped my daughter's knickers and bent towards her parted legs. 

As I stared at her bare cunt, I felt my wife's hand reach into my underwear and grasp my cock. "Smell it," Maxine whispered, as she started to jerk my cock. Moving even closer, I inhaled deeply, and the smell was pure cunt musk, the illicit scent of one's own daughter. I was close to cumming, too close, and moved my head from between my daughter's legs to stare at her face and tits. I was close enough to feel Michele's breath on my face and to see the sprinkling of freckles on her face and across her tits. Maxine was relentless in her stimulation of my cock, and for a moment I worried about spraying out my cum over Michele's body and waking her, but then I felt my wife's mouth engulf my hard penis. I didn't hold back – staring at my daughter's face and big exposed breasts, still with the scent of her cunt in my nostrils, I imagined that it was her sucking me off as I exploded in my wife's mouth.

After that occasion, things never seemed to reach the same pitch of excitement. My wife would still occasionally tell me that it was OK to think of my daughter whilst we fucked or she brought me off, but nothing could compare to that crazy night. A few months later, Michele moved out to live with her boyfriend, but the experience and excitement will live with me forever.



Watching Michelle



After chatting with you last night I went to bed as I said I was but found myself unable to sleep. Lay there for the longest thinking about you guys and want you were doing. My mind begins to wonder and then I could see a vision of a beautiful person lying on the bed with just a sheet covering her and the tops of her breast were exposed. The look on her face was that of passion and lust. I could even smell the scent of her pussy and knew she was hot and ready to be fucked. Just knowing it was just a matter of pulling down that sheet and knowing what lay only a few feet away was making my man hood firm and hard. In my mind I could even see the outline of her pussy lips and they lay open waiting to be taken. She was wet and she was hot. 

The movement of the bed was enough for me to know that she had one of her hands between her lays playing with the folds of her pussy and I could even hear the sounds of her fingers as they entered her very wet and hot pussy. 

Standing at the foot of the bed was a man and I know that man should have been her boy friend but it was me. All I could do was stare and watch as the look on her face changed and her eyes closed and I knew it wasn't going to be long and she was going to cum. As much as I was enjoying this I wanted to see more. I wanted to be able to look at that pussy and feel and taste it but I knew that wasn't going to happen. 

Out of the corner of my eye stood someone else. A much younger man a man that I knew who she was thinking of and I knew it was the man that would have all the pleasures I was wanting. I tried not to think of him and even tried to put him out of my mind but as hard as I tried he wouldn't go away. It was him that she was wanting and I had to face that no matter how hard I tried. 

It was then she pulled down the sheet and motion for him to come to her. She was ready to be fucked and fucked hard and long. He moved toward the bed and I could tell he was ready. He had a very firm hard dick standing out. I could even see some per cum on the end of his dick and I knew that I was to move aside and let this man take over where I wanted to be. 

He moved on the bed and begins kissing those beautiful lips and where her hand once was he replaced with his own. The sounds got louder and the smell of sex got stronger and stronger as they moved together. I could hear her whisper to him please take me and take me now. I want you inside me. 

Within a flash he moved from beside her and I notice her legs begin to part and I saw for the first time how wet and hot she really was. She was very wet the lips of her pussy were very big and swollen with the blood that had rushed into them. 

She open her legs further and he moved between her legs and within seconds he placed his dick between those lips and begin to push into her. The sound from her lips told me she had gotten what she was wanting inside her and the look on her face showed more passion that I have seen before. As he begins to move in and out of her pussy she alone with him became like two animals in heat. It was hot and it was furious. The faster he moves the more sounds that came from their voice. 

All I could do was stand and watch as this two people who I knew were very much in love was fucking like animals. Then out of the corner of her eye I could see her watching me as I stood with my hard dick in hand jacking off trying to replace the man in my mind. She gave me a smile and winked letting me know it was okay to watch and I knew she wanted me to pleasure myself and I did. 

It took a while for me to go to sleep after that but I did only to awake this morning and once again start a new day still wondering what it would be like to be as lucky as the man that got her time and time again last night.



Watching Mike & John



How could I not have followed them? My curiosity got the better of me.

I was by myself in the restaurant. The day had not gone well, personally or business-wise. Aside from Ben being out of town, I had lost a long-time client. The end of the day finally arrived and here I was, intending to drown my sorrows in red wine and pasta. Comfort food never fails, does it? 

I hoped not, I thought as I took my first sip of wine. I sat back, letting the sweet burn wend its way through me, spreading familiar warmth. Closing my eyes, I thought of another heat I was yearning for. My hand opened and closed against the stem of my glass as I drifted toward thoughts of kneeling in front of Ben. I sighed as I touched his hardening cock, fingers rolling against the head, mouth hovering over it, warm breath mingling with his simmering passion.

"Excuse me. Are you all right?"

I opened my eyes, not quite sure I wasn't in front of Ben. "Yes," I murmured. "Just trying to forget a bad day."

My waiter gave me sympathetic look. "Are you ready to order or should I come back?"

"I'm ready." My meal never varied here. "I'll have an order of crostini, a small bowl of wedding soup and the baked mostaciolli." Like I said, comfort food.

The waiter smiled his approval and left. Picking up my glass, I looked around the room as I took another swallow. I noticed them right away - two couples sitting three tables over. The women were beautiful, a blonde and brunette; the men were handsome. And the four of them looked like they didn't have a care in the world. 

Envying them their mood, I tried to remember what that feeling was like. Was I that jaded, I wondered? 

I watched as the waiter brought them wine. Was it my imagination or did I have the pairing wrong? I could have sworn that the men had just exchanged a quick touch as they both tried to pick up the bottle at the same time. My interest was peaked now, the bad day forgotten. 

It was apparent that they were all friends, perhaps lovers. The women seemed at ease, their amusing talk making the men smile. Wait, I thought. They were smiling but not necessarily at what the women were saying. Seeing their soft glances toward each other, I thought I knew exactly what was going on. Ben and I exchange that same look when we have lust on our minds. My heart quickened, amazed at the electricity I saw flowing between them. 

The waiter came over, hot crostini with its smell of oregano and garlic now on the table. The scent mingled with my building arousal. Suddenly, food was the last thing on my mind. I was feeding off the emotions that were crossing between these two men. I picked up my glass and drank more wine, trying to hear some of their conversation. Finally, I was able to put names to the men: Mike was the dark haired one. John had the light brown hair.

"Excuse me, Sir. You have a phone call. You can take it in the manager's office," the waiter said 

I watched Mike excuse himself. The blonde woman touched his arm as he leaned down and whispered something in her ear. A few minutes later, I heard the brunette excuse herself. "I'll be right back. I have to go to the ladies room." 

I took a bite of crostini, wondering again if I had it all wrong. Maybe the brunette and Mike were having an affair. I'll admit I was getting confused and couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, reality or a combination of both with too much wine thrown in. 

The waiter put a bowl of soup in front of me. "Your pasta will be out shortly." He took the liberty of re-filling my glass as he spoke. Great, I thought. Let's just add to my confusion, shall we? 

I had just picked up the spoon, hoping some food would take away the heady effects, when John stood up. "I'll be back in a minute." 

John took a step then held out the chair for the brunette who was coming back. "I'll be back in a minute or two, Karin." He kissed her cheek and headed in the direction of the men's room. Karin sat down and the two women talked while looking at menus and drinking wine.

I picked up my glass but was suddenly overcome with an intense curiosity. Was there something going on? And if so, who was doing what to whom? I had to find out. I stood up just as the waiter was bringing my pasta to the table. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said as he put the plate down, then re-filled my glass for the third time. 

All I could think about was the electricity that had flashed between Mike and John. I quickly walked toward the ladies room, feeling nervous, excited and spyish. As I got to the hallway, I took a step back. Mike was walking toward the front door, John fairly close behind. They had no idea that I was following them from what I felt was a safe distance.

Distance is right, I thought as I stood looking at the parking lot. For a minute, it looked like I had lost them. I walked a little further, being careful to stay in the shadows of the trees against the building. Then I saw them. Mike was leaning against a car, arms in the air as if he were hanging from chains. John stood close, unbuttoning Mikes' shirt. I heard no words exchanged but I saw and felt their passion. John moved his mouth along the skin bared by each button being undone. Mike moved his hands to John’s shoulders and I saw his eyes close as sensations visibly touched him. I closed my eyes too and felt John's mouth on my chest, making my nipples hard. But I didn't want to imagine anything. I wanted to watch these two men make love. 

I opened my eyes in time to see John take a nipple in each hand, pulling and softly stoking the fire in Mike's cock. Still, Mike stood against that car, his clenched fingers on John’s shoulders the only sign I could see of his passion. . 

John kissed Mike, his body hiding what he was doing with his hands. I heard the zipper and saw soft skin before his head moved down to take Mike in his mouth. I saw Mike trembling and I was quivering right along with him. I imagined what it would feel like, standing against a car. I closed my eyes and saw an open blouse, breasts bare to the moonlight and another woman’s touch. 

I moved my hands down, glided them up my thighs as I spread my legs. My pussy was hot, the heat almost unbearable. My panties were moist as I slid a finger under the elastic and touched my clit. Sighing softly, I felt my tension double as I watched Mike and John. John's head was moving up and down, his fingers still teasing Mike's nipples. Their gasps of pleasure only increased my own near-silent moans. 

I rolled my clit under my thumb, matching John's movements against Mike's cock. I felt in tune with both of them as they shared their secret moment. I watched their passion unfold, heard their lovemaking sounds. It fueled my arousal. I saw thighs tremble against cheeks. John's hands moved from nipples to ass as he ground his face into Mike's crotch. My arousal matched theirs as the two of them took pleasure from each other and unknowingly let some of it fall toward me. 

I heard Mike groan, saw John pull him closer. I watched as one man swallowed another man’s come. Closing my eyes, I imagined Ben licking my juice as I came with Mike... 

At that moment, headlights from a car startled us. Quickly, Mike moved his hands from John’s shoulders as he buttoned his shirt. John stood up, kissed Mike on the cheek and quickly walked back into the restaurant. 

I was still standing behind the tree as John walked past, his face flushed with pleasure. Mike followed a few minutes later. He looked relaxed and happy, much the way Ben says I do after we've made love. 

I stood there for a few minutes, still excited by what I had witnessed. Their intensity overpowered me. I wanted more. I wanted to see more. Yet I wasn't even sure what had given me the courage to follow and watch in the first place. I was still hot and didn't know how to deal with it. I didn't know if I could go back into that restaurant and act like nothing had happened. But I had to. I was still caught up in the curiosity of it all.

I managed to walk in and sit down. Maybe it was the thought of the wine waiting for me. I really believe it was the chance to see how Mike and John acted as they sat at their table. The fact is I was able to sit down without giving anything away. I found my pasta and the wine waiting for me.

It took me a while to be able to look toward their table. I was afraid someone would notice a difference in me. But I overcame the fear and saw four people having a good time. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Yet I saw something that made my body tremble. It wasn't the fleeting sensual smile that Mike and John exchanged. It was the wink and smile the brunette gave me.

I went home and used my vibrator. I closed my eyes and felt Mike's excitement. I opened my eyes and felt that wink.

Copyright by Megan Murphy August 2001. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission from the author. All comments are welcomed. 



Watching Molly



Molly made her way to her apartment block elevator and pressed the up button. Once the doors were fully open she pressed level 8. While she waited for the doors to close she checked her reflection in the mirror. She was a petite young woman of 24, only 5ft2in and slender with pert little breasts. Her blonde hair was long and usually worn in a ponytail. She turned from the mirror to see a woman running for the elevator and quickly pushed the hold button. 

'Oh thanks! I usually have to wait ages!' the woman said with a smile. 

Molly had seen her around the building before and had been struck by her imposing appearance. She must have been nearly 6ft tall, with dark hair worn up and although she wore quite conservative clothing, plain skirts and blouses, she had curves in all the right places! Molly guessed her age was late 30s or early 40s. Molly got out on the 8th floor and gave the woman a shy 'Bye!' 

Molly closed the door of her apartment with a smile. This was her favourite part of the day – getting home from work – and it was Friday so she had the whole weekend ahead of her. It wasn' t that she hated her job but like most people she worked to live and not the other way around! She had only been in this apartment for two months but she loved it; it wasn' t large but it was bright and the best thing about it was the balcony. Not many of the flats in her area had a balcony and it is what attracted her to the apartment in the first place – now she didn' t think she could live without it. It was her little bit of 'outside' and she had put a table and chair out there and decorated it with some cheap plants. There was more to her balcony than that though and at night, when it was dark it became a very special place for her indeed!

After having a bath and changing into her favourite red silk robe she made and ate a quick supper. She then poured herself a glass of white wine and took it and the book she was currently reading and sat down at her balcony table to read. As the sun moved down between the other apartment blocks and the light began to fade she felt her usual sense of anticipation mount. She closed her book, sipped the last few mouthfuls of the now warm wine and took in her view. Apartment blocks, of varying heights was what she could see, not very inspiring but for her it was the best view in the world! Especially now as it became dark and the warm glow of lights from the many windows brought the cold stone blocks to life. She went into the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine and from a drawer took out a worn brown leather case.

Settling herself once more at her table she opened the case and took out her binoculars. Her heart skipped a beat as she raised them to her eyes and began to scan her surroundings. She laughed when she thought about herself as a peeping Jill but that is what she was! Once or twice a week she would do this – scan the lit windows of her neighbours and peep into their lives. Mostly she spied only the day to day humdrum of their lives – eating, sleeping, watching TV, arguing, chatting or dancing. She enjoyed this – she liked to see people living their ordinary lives. Occasionally though she caught them doing more private things and it was at these times that she enjoyed herself the most. She may see the plump blonde undressing for bed or the grey haired man who liked to masturbate over his porno mags or she may see the numerous couples who fucked each other unaware that they were being watched. It was at these times with binoculars to her eyes that she would loosen her robe, open her legs and pleasure herself right there on the balcony. It gave her such a thrill (and such intense orgasms!) that she never thought about it being wrong or wicked - after all who was she harming?

Tonight was an ordinary night so far, so she kept her robe closed and continued to scan. She was torn from her vigil by the ringing of the phone. She went to the living room to answer it. 'Hi,' she said into the mouth piece.

'Hi,' a woman' s voice answered, 'Molly I know what you are doing.' 

'What do you mean? Who is this?' Molly felt her stomach lurch.

'You know exactly what I mean, Molly, and if you don' t want your dirty little secret to come out then make your way to the elevator right now and press level 10.' 

'I have no idea what you are talking about and if you.....' 

'Molly!' the woman barked down the phone, 'Do it now and do not get dressed!' 

With that the phone went dead. Molly was in a panic! Who was that? What should she do? God she had been caught! Well the woman obviously knew who she was and where she lived so ignoring it was not an option. She would do what this woman asked and perhaps she could bargain with her.

Molly crept quietly from her door to the elevator praying that no one saw her. Thankfully the elevator was empty and she pressed the button marked '10' . Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry but she convinced herself that she could talk her way out of this! The doors opened with a 'ping' and there was the woman she had seen earlier.

'Oh!' Molly gasped.

'Hello, Molly. Come with me quietly and I promise that I am not going to hurt you.' 

The woman took a step forward and before Molly knew what was happening the woman had snapped a handcuff around her right wrist.

'What the...!' Molly began.

'Be quiet!' the woman hissed and turned Molly around and fastened the left cuff so that her arms were behind her back. 'This way!' and the woman steered Molly towards an open door. Once they were in the apartment they moved into the living room and Molly saw a small wooden chair placed in front of a set of open balcony doors.

'Let me help you sit down, Molly. And by the way my name is Mistress.' Mistress helped her on to the chair making sure her tethered arms were over the back. Molly' s brain was buzzing – she just couldn' t work out what was going on.

'Listen,' she said. ' I' m not quite sure what you think you are doing but....' 

'Molly,' Mistress cooed quietly, 'all will be revealed. Relax and believe me when I say I am not going to hurt you but I just thought it was time we had a little chat.' 

Mistress moved onto the balcony and lit a cigarette, then placed it in an ashtray and began to unbutton her blouse. She laughed at the shocked look on Molly' s face.

'My dear, don' t look so shocked. I know what you do! I know what you like! Look at this as a gift. You like to watch? Ok well watch!' 

She took off her blouse and underneath she was wearing a black leather basque which pushed her large breasts into two luscious round globes. So that was how she got those curves, Molly thought! She then undid the zip on her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She was wearing black stockings and no panties! Her pussy was shaven and smooth and Molly could not take her eyes off it! Molly felt her clit jump uncontrollably and she could feel the wetness oozing from between her legs.

Mistress continued to smoke and talk to Molly.

'So do you like what you see? Oh I' m sure you do! I' m sure this is much more exciting than anything you have seen out there.' 

She indicated the buildings behind her with a sweep of her hand. She turned around and bent over the balcony rail exposing her ass and pussy to Molly as she did so. Molly gulped!

'You see my darling, I live two floors up and two across from you so when I look over what do I see? Hmmm? Guess!' 

'My balcony?' Molly said.

'Correct! And since I love playing on the balcony too it didn' t take me too long to spot you! I am a performer you know! If you had moved in to an apartment opposite this I would have had you rubbing that little clit of yours every night of the week!' 

Molly' s face flushed with embarrassment. Mistress laughed, 'Don' t be embarrassed my little one – you intrigue me! And I want you to meet someone.' Mistress picked up the phone and dialled.

'Slut! Here! Now!' she barked and put the phone down.

'Now before Slut gets here I think you need to get more in the mood. Let' s open that robe to start with!' 

She leant over Molly, undid the silk belt and opened up the robe. Molly was naked underneath and felt herself flush again.

'Mmmm – such a beautiful little body! And your nipples are already erect – have I been turning you on?' 

Molly squirmed in her chair and clamped her legs shut. Mistress laughed once more, 'Oh Molly don' t be like that! Relax – you are going to enjoy this I just know it!' She went to a chest of drawers and took out a silk tie and a leather cat o' nine tails and placed them on the floor beside Molly' s chair. She placed Molly' s silk belt beside them and picked up the whip. She stood in front of Molly and began to gently run the tails over her legs from knee to thigh, over to the other thigh and down to knee again.

'I know I can get you to open those legs for me!

Molly was desperately trying not to move her legs but the feeling of the soft leather tails trailing over her legs was exquisite and she could feel herself getting wetter and oh God did she want to open her legs and feel the leather sweep her pussy! Molly bit her lip to stop from moaning but eventually it was too much and she let out a little whimper and let her legs relax and open ever so slightly.

'That' s the girl,' Mistress whispered and ran the tails softly between Molly' s legs making them open more and more until eventually they were as wide as Molly could get them. Mistress was not touching her pussy with the whip, however, but the tails brushed tantalisingly close every now and then.

'Now let' s keep you like that!' 

Mistress bent down to the ties and tied Molly' s legs to the legs of the chair – very tightly! Molly could barely move and was beginning to feel the pressure from the unyielding wood on her arms, back and ass. Now she felt the ties and chair legs bite at her ankles. Mistress continued to brush the tails over Molly moving from her thighs, over her stomach and breasts. The situation and the sensations were really arousing Molly and her nipples, clit and cunt were aching! Molly closed her eyes and let herself go with the flow! Just then the doorbell rang.

'Ah! That will be Slut! Hope you are ready for the show Molly!' Molly' s eyes snapped open and her heart began to beat faster – what on earth was she going to see?

Mistress came back into the room followed by a red headed woman wearing a red Mac and long black high heeled boots.

'Slut meet Molly, Molly Slut.' Mistress made the introductions.

'Very pleased to meet you Molly' 

'Hi...' Molly croaked.

'You will have to forgive Molly, Slut, she is a little shy and I have been playing with her a little.' 

'I do hope Mistress and Molly have been having a good time!' 

'Oh we have Slut and now that you are here we will have even more fun!' 

'Yes, Mistress!' 

Slut took off her coat and again Molly gulped at what she saw. The boots Slut had on wear thigh high and she was wearing a bright green PVC dress that just covered her ass and barely covered her tits. She was also wearing a black, metal studded dog collar. Mistress pointed to the left side of the balcony and Slut made her way to the railing, picked up a leather lead that was hanging there, clipped it to the collar and leant on the railing. She spread her legs as far apart as she could get them. Once more Molly drank in a beautiful sight! Slut was also shaven and her ass and pussy were quite visible in the balcony light. Mistress walked up behind Slut and took hold of the lead pulling Slut' s head up sharply.

'I see, Slut, that you still have not got that clit ring I told you to get!' Mistress said.

'No, I' m sorry Mistress my appointment is on Monday.' 

'Not good enough! Skirt up!' 

Slut hitched her skirt up over her ass and then lent back on the railing. Mistress picked up the cat o' nine tails and began to whip Slut' s bare ass. Molly winched as she watched – this was not the brushing she had just received! She could see Sluts ass redden! However, it was very erotic and again she felt that ache in her clit. Mistress stopped whipping Slut' s ass and began to whip her pussy – Molly couldn' t believe it! Slut tensed at the whipping but she never made a sound.

'Please do as you are told in future, Slut. Now let' s see if you are at least wet – you didn' t look it earlier!' 

Mistress slid a finger along Slut' s pussy, pulled her head back further and made Slut lick her finger clean.

'Better!' Mistress said. 'Turn around! On your knees!' 

Slut did as she was told and knelt before Mistress, arms behind her back.

'I am so sorry Mistress. What can I do to make it up to you?' 

'Plenty!' Mistress looked at Molly and smiled, 'I promised our guest a show so lets give her one!' From behind the balcony door Mistress brought out and put on a black strap on dildo and stood once more in front of Slut.

'Suck!' she demanded and Slut took the dildo into her mouth. Mistress pushed it forward into her mouth and Slut gagged but kept on sucking. Molly squirmed in her chair and felt a gush of pussy juice make its way down to her ass. God this was hot!

Mistress withdrew the dildo from Slut' s mouth and pulled her to her feet with the dog lead.

'Lean!' Slut once more leant on the balcony railing and hitched up her skirt. 'Have you ever seen a woman fuck another with a dildo Molly?' Mistress asked. Eyes wide in wonder Molly shook her head, 'Well you are about to!' Mistress ran the dildo along Slut' s pussy and then slowly inserted it inch by inch into her cunt. Slut gave out a low moan and Molly wriggled. Mistress took hold of Slut' s hips and began fucking her in earnest. Slut gripped the railing hard and moved her ass up to meet Mistress and the dildo. With each powerful thrust Molly heard an 'Oh!' from Slut and knew she was close to cumming.

'Don' t you dare cum, Slut!' said Mistress.

'No Mistress, I won' t, I won' t' Slut breathed. 

Mistress pounded a few more strokes into Slut and then withdrew the dildo from her cunt. She took the dildo off and yanked at the dog collar.

'All fours!' Slut got onto her hands and knees 'Of course you can' t cum yet Slut as that privilege is for our guest is it not?'

'Oh yes Mistress!' 

Molly watched as Mistress led Slut over to her in the chair. Slut then knelt in front of her. 

'Slut is very experienced with her tongue Molly – show her Slut!' 

Slut then pulled Molly forward in the chair. 'Oh!' Molly gasped in surprise and then let out a 'Mmmmmmmmmmm' as she felt the tip of Slut' s tongue trace the outline of her inner pussy lips and circle her cunt hole and clit.

'Is she wet, Slut?' 

'Very!' Slut mumbled.

'See Molly I told you you would like it!' Mistress said as she began to very gently flick Molly' s breasts and thighs with the tails, the flicks getting stronger and stronger. Molly moaned in pleasure. She felt Slut' s tongue enter her cunt and the whip stung her tits. This was too much for Molly who could feel her orgasm building.

'Mistress, I' m gonna cum!' Molly shouted.

'Good girl! You cum all over Slut' s face!' 

'Oh my God! I' m cumming!' and Molly' s orgasm burst through her and she bucked and ground her pussy into Slut' s face. She came wave after wave as Slut softly sucked her clit and lapped at her cum juice. When Molly opened her eyes Mistress was standing to the side of Slut stroking her hair and Slut was smiling and licking Molly' s juice from her lips.

'I think you enjoyed that Molly! I know we did and am sure all our peeping Tom' s and Jill' s did too!' 

It was then that Molly realised that Mistress and Slut would have regular watchers if they put on shows like this and she had become a part of it! Molly started laughing and so did Mistress and Slut.

'Well my dear, how does it feel to be played at your own game?' Mistress asked.

'Great! Fucking great!'



Watching Molly: Part 2



This is the second part of ‘Watching Molly’ – it may be worth reading that first! The story may be moving away from the Voyeur/Exhibitionist category and more into the BDSM thang I feel!

After that world shattering Friday night, Molly did not hear anything from Mistress. She did see Mistress around the building, occasionally, but apart from a slight nod of the head in her direction Mistress ignored Molly completely. Molly had been in a daze after that night; marvelling at the sexual awakening that had occurred in her and desperate for more! Every night she hoped that the phone would ring and it would be Mistress demanding that she join her; but days turned to weeks and Mistress did not phone.

Molly got on with her life. She worked hard at her office job and got recommendations and a pay increase. She even started seeing a guy from personnel, Joe. They had been to the movies, out for dinner, walks in the park but apart from the odd ‘kiss-with-tongues’ goodnight, neither of them seemed to be able or willing to make the move to take it any further. Molly even began to get her binoculars out again and sit on her balcony and peep into the lives of her neighbours. She had been embarrassed to start this again, for fear that someone out there had seen what had happened on Mistress’ balcony, but she had gotten over that. The thought that someone might have their eyes trained on her as she watched the world added an extra frisson to her activities that had not been there before. The thought that two floors up Mistress could be performing with Slut made it even more exciting! Every time Molly went out onto her balcony she looked up and strained her ears, hoping that she perhaps would catch a glimpse of someone or that the wind would carry the odd snatch of sound down to her. But Molly was disappointed – she saw and heard nothing.

It was Saturday night and Molly was getting ready to go out with Joe. They were going to the opening of a new, fairly high class, neighbourhood restaurant and Molly decided to really get dressed up. Also, she had decided, enough was enough with Joe and she was going to do her best to seduce him and get him in her bed. Earlier, in the shower, she had taken a fresh razor and shaved off her pubic hair. She still had a clear memory of seeing Mistress’ smooth pussy for the first time and was eager to illicit the same response in someone else. It had been a strange experience at first, soaping up her pussy, carefully scraping the razor around her most delicate parts, but as the smooth skin of her mound and lips appeared, allowing the little bud of her clit to show every now and then, Molly began to enjoy it. So much so that she felt her labia swell, her clit tingle and the familiar moisture collect. She considered masturbating but decided it would be more fun to keep this luscious feeling between her legs for as long as she could. Wandering around her bedroom, drying herself, collecting together the clothes she would wear, she felt her thighs gliding across her smooth swollen lips and her state of arousal increased even more. When she pulled on her black thong the material pressed onto her lips and she could even feel her clit rub gently on the lace. No wonder so many women shave, she thought, wish I had done this before!

Molly continued to dress, black lacy push up bra, hold up stockings (something else she had borrowed from Mistress!) and her new red dress. The dress was sleeveless with a fitted scoop necked bodice and the bra gave her a cute little cleavage. The skirt was full and swirled around her legs sensuously, falling just above the knee. She could feel the cool softness of the material on her ass and the tops of her thighs. She felt wonderful! Instead of pulling her hair back into her usual ponytail she left it down, putting in a few soft curls with a hot brush. 

When she had finished her make up, she checked the time. She had half an hour till she had to meet Joe, so she poured herself a large glass of wine and went to sit on the balcony. It was a beautiful evening, clear and still. She was tempted to go get her binoculars…but no she was already aroused enough! She opened her legs a little though and pulled the skirt of her dress to the top of her thighs and felt the cool evening air tickle her hot, pulsing pussy. She couldn’t wait to see Joe and begin to work the magic she was feeling tonight! She was feeling extraordinarily horny and she dipped a finger in her wine and licked and sucked it clean – imagining licking and sucking something else later! She jumped a little as the sound of the door bell brought her out of her reverie. She put the wine glass down and straightened herself up. Joe had probably decided to come and pick her up instead of meeting her at the restaurant. When she opened the door, however, she got a big surprise! Standing there, looking like a whore from hell, was Slut! Her red hair had been back- combed to within an inch of its life and it was sticking out wildly from her head. Her face was pale and her lips had been slicked with black lipstick, making her look even paler. She was dressed (if dressed is the word!) in 5” spiked heels, crotchless black PVC panties and matching peephole bra, oh and of course her dog collar.

‘Hi, Molly! Wow, look at you all dressed up!’ Slut said.

‘Jesus Christ, Slut!’ Molly spat, ‘Get in here before anyone sees you!’ Molly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind them. 

‘Don’t be such a prissy pants, Molly! I have a message for you from Mistress.’

Molly’s heart skipped a beat. She had been waiting weeks for this. She tried to keep calm.

‘Oh and what is the message?’ Molly flicked her hair.

‘Well this is the first part…’

Slut stepped forward and grabbed the back of Molly’s head, brought their lips together and gave her a rough, wet, open mouthed kiss. It took Molly’s breath away and all she could do was stand there and feel Slut’s tongue probe and play with her. Slut eventually broke her embrace and licked her lips.

‘Mmmm, you taste nice, Molly! Oh sorry, I got lippy all over you!’ Slut carefully wiped off the black lipstick that had transferred itself to Molly’s lips. ‘Right, Mistress wants to see you. Now.’

‘Now? I can’t see her now. I’m going out on a date!’

‘Molly, you don’t understand! Mistress wants to see you now – you won’t get a second chance with this.’

Shit! Molly thought. Of all the nights!

‘Ok, Slut, but give me a moment. Ok?’

‘Sure but don’t be too long or it will be my ass that will get it!’ Slut pouted then smiled, ‘But you know how much I like that!’

Molly laughed then called Joe. She was thinking of what excuse she could use, she really hated lying. He answered almost immediately.

‘Hi, Joe. Molly here. Look I am really, really sorry but I am going to have to cancel tonight. I feel awful that it is such short notice but I have been asked to um…help a neighbour in distress.’ There was a bit of a silence.

‘Oh, ok, Molly. That’s ok. Will I phone you tomorrow?’

Molly could hear the disappointment in his voice and felt terrible.

‘Yes, Joe. Give me a call tomorrow. I am really sorry about this.’

‘No worries, Molly. Hope you can make your neighbour feel better.’

‘I hope so too, Joe. Speak to you tomorrow. Bye.’ Molly hung up. She sighed and looked at Slut who shrugged her shoulders in a “Yeah? So?” kind of way.

‘You are a pretty convincing liar for a prissy pants!’

‘Shut up, Slut!’ but Molly couldn’t help smiling. She had been summoned to see Mistress and that was all she cared about right now!

Slut and Molly made their way up to Mistress’ apartment on the 10th floor. Molly was petrified that someone would see them. Slut would be arrested for indecency! The door was open and the two women walked in. Mistress was not in the living room but a voice called from the bedroom.

‘Slut! Position!’

Slut immediately got down on all fours, resting her arms on the floor, legs wide apart, her ass in the air and pointing in the direction of the bedroom. Molly tried not to look at Slut’s exposed pussy and ass but couldn’t help it. She at once noticed the glint of something silver. So Slut had got that clit ring after all, she thought. Molly didn’t see Mistress come into the room she was too engrossed in Slut’s attractions.

‘Ah, Molly! So glad you could make it! And don’t you look just delightful!’

Molly gave a start at Mistress’ voice.

‘Thank you Mistress. I…’but Molly’s voice trailed off as she took in the vision that was Mistress. She was dressed in a red, soft leather cat suit, unzipped to the navel, black high heels and her dark hair had been glossed back into smooth, severe bun. She was smoking, elegantly, from a long black cigarette holder. The open suit revealed that she wore no bra and the smooth curves of her gloriously full breasts were clearly visible. In her other hand she was holding what looked like a riding crop. Molly was completely entranced.

‘No need to thank me, Molly my dear, I know you are happy to be here. Slut! Move closer to the balcony doors!’

Slut obeyed and crawled over to the open doors and positioned herself as before but side on to Molly and Mistress and whoever else was watching out there!

‘Now, Molly, would you like to take the experience of your first night here a little further? Think carefully, you are free to go if you want!’ 

Mistress moved closer to Molly and moved the crop gently down one side of her face until it rested under her chin. Molly swallowed loudly.

‘Yes, Mistress. I want to go further.’

Mistress smiled and the whole room seemed to light up.

‘You are a good girl Molly and you are going to love it!’

Mistress moved over beside Slut and rested her heeled foot on Slut’s back.

‘Slut has been most trying today, Molly. She has been forgetful and disobedient. Haven’t you Slut.’ Mistress said between drags on her cigarette.

‘Yes, Mistress. I am so sorry!’ Slut whimpered.

‘Come here, Molly dear, and take this.’ Mistress held out the crop.

Molly moved over to the two women and took the crop from Mistress’ hand. Mistress walked over to an armchair and sat down, crossing her long, shapely legs.

‘I want you to give Slut four hard strokes of the crop, Molly. Two on each cheek. Do you think you can do that? You will need to take her panties off first’

Molly nodded.

‘Good girl. On you go!’

Molly eased Sluts crotchless panties over her ass and down her legs and over her feet, she could smell Slut’s scent as she did and her already swollen and wet pussy throbbed in her own panties. Molly then positioned herself to the side of Slut and readied herself. She had never hurt anyone before and she was a bit afraid of it. She brought the crop down on Slut’s left buttock and winched but felt a little thrill of excitement run through her body. Mistress laughed.

‘Oh Molly! You can do much better than that! Other cheek and harder!’

Molly brought the crop down on Slut’s right buttock after swinging her arm back further this time. It hit with a ‘thwack’ and she saw Slut tense. The thrill that shot through her own body was intense.

‘Much better, sweetheart! Finish it.’

Molly gave Slut the last two prescribed lashes with the same force and saw the skin on her ass cheeks redden. Molly was breathing heavily and she felt her pussy ooze wetness onto her panties.

‘Wonderful. Now Molly, I need to check something. On your hands and knees like Slut.’

The young woman nervously did as she was told and got on all fours. Mistress came up behind her and lifted her dress over her ass. She picked up the dropped crop and Molly closed her eyes and gritted her teeth – waiting for the pain. What she felt was the crop move inside the crotch of her panties, pulling them aside and the tip of the leather crop sliding down her slit. Molly moaned as she was so aroused and the gentle touch of the hard crop was wonderful.

‘My goodness, Molly! You are puffed up and leaking like a whore! Has your little caning session turned you on this much? Or has it to do with that newly shaved pussy! It wasn’t like that the last time!’

‘I don’t know, Mistress.’ Molly managed to say. Her heart was pounding. 

‘Ouch!’ Molly yelled as the unexpected thwack of the crop stung her ass.

‘Answer me truthfully!’ Mistress hissed.

‘I’m sorry Mistress! I am turned on by caning Slut but…’

‘Yes?’

‘…I shaved my pussy earlier this evening and I have been very aroused since.’

‘Ok, little one, and why did you shave your pussy? Hmmm?’ Mistress asked, using the crop to pull Molly’s panties again for an even better examination.

‘I had a date tonight…I was planning on seducing him…oh!’

Molly gasped as she felt the tip of the crop against her clit then slide down her slit and enter her very wet hole, ever so slightly. She heard Slut giggle.

‘Oh, really! Well aren’t you getting adventurous! Stand up, Molly, and Slut, be quite!’

Molly stood up as gracefully as she could. Her panties hadn’t gone back properly and the material caught in her slit, rubbing on her clit. She was so aroused that her knees were trembling. Mistress was silent as she went to a drawer, opened it and took out a black blind fold and the ties that had once held Molly’s ankles to a chair. Mistress placed the blindfold on Molly and the world became dark. She felt Mistress unzip the back of her dress, pull the straps over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She felt the fastener of her bra being undone and the bra slipped from her body. Then Mistress’ hands were on her hips pulling at the lace thong and she felt it ease away from her pussy, down her legs to her feet also. She stood there naked apart from her stockings. Molly felt Mistress’ hands move over her ass, up her back and round to her breasts and stomach. Her whole body was trembling now.

‘Step out of your clothes and let me lead you.’ Mistress whispered in her ear and that soft breath in her ear made her tingle.

Mistress led her out onto the balcony. Molly could feel the gentle breeze play around her nakedness, brushing over her nipples, tickling at her bare, swollen pussy lips. Mistress took Molly’s hands and placed them on the rail of the balcony and Molly gripped it tightly. She felt the ties go around her wrists and secure her to the rail. Mistress then gently flicked the crop against Molly’s legs until she had them opened to the desired position. 

Molly’s mind was racing. She was excited but nervous; just what on earth was going to happen? She tensed as she felt the crop at the nape of her neck and then make its way down her back and tickle her ass crack. She felt the thin crop slide along her pussy until the end brushed her stomach. Mistress slid the crop slowly backwards and forwards, making sure that the hard, thin rod separated Molly’s labia completely and she felt the pressure of it on the whole of her hot, swollen pussy. Molly began to moan and move herself against the crop, feeling her entire slit wrap around the little rod, feeling the pressure on her clit. She began to ride the crop, moving her hips back and forth. She felt someone brush past her thighs; Slut on her knees made her way under Molly’s arms and began sucking on Molly’s nipples.

‘Mmmmm,’ Molly groaned as the ministrations of the two women were bringing her closer and closer to orgasm and she began wriggling faster on the crop. Suddenly the crop was gone and Molly howled in frustration.

‘Whuh!!’ Molly’s breath was forced out of her as Mistress brought the crop down forcefully on her buttocks. The unexpected sting brought tears to Molly’s eyes but it also pushed her one step closer to orgasm. Her pussy throbbed in frustration and her clit sang out to be touched. As if her desires had been heard she felt Slut move between her legs and then…oh the exquisite touch of Slut’s tongue and mouth on her now smooth pussy! Slut pushed her mouth hard against Molly and roughly plunged her tongue in and out of her as fast as she could. Molly was on the edge – she began to grind herself into Slut’s face, getting her tongue inside as far as she could, rubbing her clit on her nose.

‘I’m gonna cum!’ Molly yelled.

‘Oh I do hope so!’ Mistress purred.

Just then Slut moved slightly and Molly felt two fingers push inside her and Slut began biting softly on her clit. This was too much for Molly and she felt her orgasm rip through her; deep spasms of pleasure radiated from her cunt and clit and washed over her leaving her completely breathless and faint. Slut continued to finger fuck her, and lick her clit, slowing down as Molly did, until Molly went still and limp. Molly rested her head against the balcony rail and tried to catch her breath. Slut withdrew her fingers and moved from between her legs and Molly heard the doors close as the two women left her alone on the balcony, blindfolded and tied to the rail, sweating, breathless and limp; and of course exposed to any prying eyes out there that might be watching.



Watching Mom



Scott breezed through his last final exam of the semester, finishing well ahead of all the other students. Not wanting to appear to blasé about it all, he then remained pretending to read over his answers. Actually, he happened to glance over at the woman sitting next to him and noticed that if he held his head just right, he could peek between his fingers and catch a glimpse skin where her blouse buttoned in front.

Carefully shuffling through his papers, as if intently reviewing his exam, he watched as each movement of the woman next to him exposed a bit more skin. He felt his cock press against his pants as he admired the soft, white curve of her skin leading to the frustratingly concealed nipple.

Leaning back in a mock yawn, he finally stole a quick glimpse of a dark protrusion as the woman turned in her seat and then stood up. That stolen glimpse was all he would get today as the woman walked to the front of the class and turned in her paper. Scott looked around and noticed that only a few other students remained, so after a brief pause to let his erection subside, he picked up his exam and carried it up to the professor.

"Thank you sir, I enjoyed your class this semester. When will grades be posted?"

"Grades will be posted on the web site on Tuesday. I'm glad you enjoyed the class, next semester I've got a class that focuses on the politics and policies of the Pacific Rim, you might think about taking it"

"I will for sure," Scott replied, thinking that if it was as easy as this class he would definitely be taking it.

During the short drive from the Junior College to his house, Scott let his mind wander back beneath his classmate's blouse, wondering what it would be like to run his hand over her soft skin, wondering how she would react as he gently pinched her nipple between his fingers. Pulling into the driveway, he quickly threw his books in his room and headed straight to the bathroom.

Locking the door, he slid past the shower and then checked the other door into his mother's room making sure it was locked. He then quickly took off his clothes and stood completely naked in front of the mirror.

Recalling the view he had of the woman's breast, he slowly ran his palms up his firm stomach, onto his chest and then over his nipples. They had hardened and were very sensitive to the touch, sending a tingling down his body into his cock each time his palm slid over the tiny nubs.

Looking down, he watched his cock twitch into full erection before lowering his right hand and taking firm hold of it. His left hand continued circling his nipple as his right hand slowly began to stroke up and down. Watching the purplish head push out of and then disappear back into his fist, Scott felt a flush roll over him. Glancing up in the mirror, he noticed his face reddened some as he continued the magnificent stroking of his cock. He knew before long he would be spurting streams of cum into the sink, maybe even up onto the mirror.

Feeling his balls tighten as he approached the explosion, he suddenly stopped, gritting his teeth as his cock tensed in frustration, pulsing just at the point of. of.

He had an idea! Remembering that today was the day Jason, his mom's boyfriend, went into work late, Scott knew his mother would leave work early for a bit of sack time with her boyfriend. Typically Scott would still be in classes during his mother's afternoon transgressions. He knew that because he had come home a couple of times before Jason had quietly slipped away. He'd know that guilty, but intensely satisfied smile anywhere.

Anyway, since neither Scott's mom nor Jason had shown up yet, he was able to slip into her room and settle into one of her closets. His plan was to get off while watching mom and Jason go at it. The slight tingling in Scott's stomach made him pause a bit, wondering a bit about watching his mother. but a couple of strokes on his still hard cock and he was ready for a new adventure.

He had been careful, making sure his bedroom door was closed and his music on. His mom would think Scott was in the room for the afternoon, so she wouldn't hesitate to bring Jason into her bedroom.

Peeking through the slats in the closet door he surveyed the room. It looked oddly different, slightly darker than he had seen it before. The only light in the room was the thin bands of sunlight slipping between the blinds. The bed was made, but slightly rumpled and the mirror. Scott suddenly noticed how the mirror was positioned so anyone in the bed could view themselves.

He felt a shiver run down his back, remembering how he helped his mom position the mirror, wondering all the time why she would want the mirror way over there, away from closet. Picturing in his mind what he hoped to witness soon, he felt a twitch in his cock, and the odd feeling left him.

Checking the closet door to make sure it wasn't latched, Scott considered his escape path. They way the room was laid out, he should have no problem slipping unnoticed out of the closet and into the bathroom. He figured that near the end of the show, when his mom and Jason were the most distracted, he'd sneak out of the closet and quickly pass through the bathroom to his room. Of course he'd have already taken care of himself and cleaned up thoroughly before slipping away.

"He's in his room with the music on, he'll never know we're here," Scott heard his mother whisper as she led Jason into the bedroom, turning on the light.

"What if he comes out?"

"We'll lock the door, besides, he's probably asleep anyway," she replied, grabbing Jason by the belt the pulling him toward her.

Jason reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her onto him as he thrust his hips against her. Scott watched this guy hungrily kneading his mother's ass and for a moment felt oddly strange, reaching down he felt his cock throbbing and as the odd feeling faded he soon aching to see more. Strange or not, he couldn't wait to watch his mom fuck this guy.

Pulling away from Jason, Scott's mom wandered out of his vision. Not daring to reposition himself so he could see his mom, he watched at Jason began removing his clothes. Jason was quite clumsy, obviously watching the woman undressing just out of Scott's vision.

"You like?"

With those words, Scott's mom stepped into view and he nearly fell out of the closet. Fuck, he always thought his mom looked okay, but seeing her naked was an absolute shock. Her breasts weren't gigantic, not like the ones he'd seen in the porn videos, but they were nicely rounded. They seemed to sag a bit, but that just seem to accent the large, dark nipples that stood out so firmly.

Lower down, there was only the slight hint of a bulge at her belly and though Scott could see the light line crossing horizontally just above her beautiful patch of hair, he was looking at sexual perfection. Without thinking he slowly began stroking his cock as his mother walked over to Jason, her breast bouncing slightly with each step.

Answering her question Jason mumbled, "Oh yeah baby, I like."

She gracefully kneeled before him and took his semi-hard prick and lifted it to her lips. Watching his mother's tongue slip out of her mouth and gently circle over the head of Jason's prick, Scot nearly lost it, but quickly closed his eyes and fought off the orgasm. Not only did he want to see a lot more before he came, he also wanted to be prepared so he wouldn't gush his cum all over his mother's closet.

Regaining his composure, Scott watched Jason's prick harden and slip between mom's wide open and wet lips. Not daring to touch his own cock because it might cum, Scott watched his mother's mouth slide back and forth over her boyfriend's glistening rod, all the while her fingers toyed with the man's balls. She continued for just a bit longer, then pulled away and stood up.

Scott and his mother then both paused, admiring the glistening, upward curve of Jason's prick. Comparing it to his own, Scott estimated that Jason's prick might be an inch longer than his own, and yes, it was certainly thicker. Knowing that at about 5 and a half inches, Scott's cock was probably smaller than average, so he guessed Jason was slightly larger than average. 

All Scott knew was that try as she would, his mom only took about half of Jason's cock in her mouth before she pulled back. And damn, she seemed to open it real wide to slide it over the purple head. Squinting his eyes Scott could see the large, blue vein pulsing on the top, his mom noticed it too, running her fingers along it before firmly grasping him and leading him toward the bed.

Sitting down on the bed, she released Jason's prick as she slid back and then opened her legs, giving Scott a quick peek at her slit before Jason kneeled and buried his face between her thighs. Wishing he could have seen it up close, Scott settled for watching and listening to Jason slurp her beautiful pussy. It was surprising how wantonly Scott's mother responded to the man's tongue, pumping her hips up and down, grinding her crotch onto his face.

Scott began timing the strokes on his cock with his mother's pelvic thrusts, imagining himself plunging into her again and again. He was careful to pause his pumping from time to time to prolong it all. He didn't want to miss a second of his mom's incredible performance.

Jason then began to stand, but before Scott could catch another glimpse of mom's pussy, the man kneeled between her legs. He could hear the two lovers whispering, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying, until he heard his mother's almost feral growl, "Yeah, come on, and fuck me now."

Scott then watched the muscles in Jason's ass flex as he thrust himself in and out of the, now moaning, woman. As gangly and clumsy as Jason appeared, he and Scott's mom suddenly moved in unison, their bodies now slapping together in an ever quickening rhythm. While the two bodies pulsed and throbbed together, there was and almost constant hum of heavy breathing, accompanied by Jason's deep moans and Scott's mother's higher pitched moans.

Beginning to feel dizzy with the intensity of it all, he watched as Jason let out a long guttural moan, arched his back and plunged deep into his lover, all the while, Scott's mom pleaded, "Oh no, don't stop now. I'm so close. Don't stop, please."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jason hissed, withdrawing from her and rolling onto his back, his receding cock glistening in Scott's mom's juices.

Moving his gaze from Jason, Scott then saw his mom, her pussy wet, gaping open, aching for something more, anything more. Shocked and incredibly aroused at his mother's wet angry pussy, he tumbled forward a bit, banging loudly on the door.

Scott froze and then watched as Jason jumped up, moved to the closet and quickly opened the door. The young man could do nothing but step into the middle of the room, his cock hard and twitching in the cool air.

In a hushed tone of complete disbelief, the woman sat up and questioned, "Scott?" She then went coldly silent as her gaze moved down from his face. Looking down Scott saw what stole her attention, his cock, as massive as he had ever seen it, its tip glistening with pre-cum, stood firm and pointed directly at the woman's beautiful pussy.

At that point, the three people in the room all moved in complete silence, no words could express the confused emotions swirling between them, no sound could frame the intense desire coursing the room. With the slightest nod of her head, Scott's mother beckoned him to come to her, while, with a slight motion of her hand she directed Jason to come alongside and watch.

Feeling himself begin to tremble, Scott, moved up onto the bed, his eyes fixed on his mother's pussy, the dark opening still slightly evident from Jason's pounding, the lips folding outward in delicate, feminine curves, the pink, still glistening in her juices and Jason's cum. Looking upward a bit, Scott admired his mom's clit, the hooded nub peeking between the lips and her wet, matted hair.

Feeling her hands on him, Scott lost himself in sensation as his mother, his mom guided his hard cock toward herself. Deftly opening herself with the fingers of one hand, she pulled him between her lips and into the wet warmth of her cunt.

Slightly dizzy, his head somehow floating above him, Scott slowly pushed his massive cock inch by inch into the soft, warm and wet folds of his mother. Feeling the bump, as he reached the hilt, he slowly withdrew only to plunge more quickly back into her. Looking to his right, he could see it all in the mirror, his mom, legs spread wide, her feet bending back towards Scott's ass, as if to pull him into her.

A voice whispered in his ear, "I love how you fill me son."

He looked back at her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment and then closing as he felt himself begin to cum. Bright light and sensation flowed through him, from his balls, then out along the shaft and finally shuddering over his body he came, his hot, white cum splashing into his mother, becoming a part of her, joining with her wetness. He collapsed, falling upon her, gasping for breath.

His mother, then tenderly guided his mouth to her breasts as Scott felt Jason carefully move his hips over the woman's thighs. Scott's cock fell limply onto his mother's leg as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked eagerly as he watched Jason's tongue slide down his lover's body, through her patch of hair and roll over her firm clit.

Scott listened to his mother's heartbeat as it quickened, watched her hips as she moved, sucked her nipples as Jason's tongue dove into her incredible cunt and then noisily slurped up her slit to her clit. He felt her move and tremble as she eased closer and closer to orgasm, he listened to her mumbling as she arched her back, he watched her eyes close as she finally came, in a trembling, sweating, panting blossom of flesh.

Letting her huge nipple fall from his lips, he moved up to her face and kissed the tears that tumbled down her cheek. He then rested his head on the pillow next to her, feeling her sweaty hair tickle across his face as her breathing slowed and her body slowly calmed.

In a few moments, Jason emerged from between Scott's mother's legs, his face glistening in their combined cum, and headed toward the bathroom, mumbling something about a quick shower before leaving for work. Feeling a fingernail slide down his nose, Scott heard his mother then whisper, "You better head back to your room before your sister gets home. I don't think she needs to know about this just yet."

Sitting up, Scott nodded his agreement. He climbed off the bed and headed toward his room wondering about what "this" really was. At the door he glanced back at his mother's naked body as she moved gracefully toward the bathroom. Yes, Scott needed to think about "this" a whole lot more.