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Voyeur

By: Morrigu



I can see you through the trees, sat on an old tree stump, head bent.

As quietly as I can I step forwards, I'm curious to see what you are doing here. I need to get closer. Pushing the branches back I pick my way carefully towards you. SNAP. My foot treads on a rotten twig and in the quiet the noise cracks loudly through the air. I pause, my eyes locked on you, but you make no move to indicate that the noise has disturbed you. Drawing a calming breath I inch forwards. I am now close enough that I can see you clearly.

One hand rests on your thigh and the other is inside the open fastening of your jeans, the fabric drawn tightly. Your arm moves and your hand withdraws holding a stiffening cock in the palm. You push your jeans down and extract your balls from their confines. There you sit in all your glory, your balls and gorgeous cock stripped of covering. I know I'm holding my breath as I crouch there spying on you. Just looking at you though, I want to reach out and touch and taste. Wrap my lips around that fabulous cock and suck it into my mouth.

You move first, your hand grasping your cock as you moan. My lips parted all I can do is stare as your fist moves up and down your shaft. The head of your cock red and inviting. My breath quickens and the crotch of my knickers feels damp as I watch your secret performance. Your head is now tilted back and one hand is cupping your balls, tugging at the skin, as you wank, moving your hand a little faster over the tip of your cock. Pulling and stretching the skin. A groan slips between my lips and I press my fingers over my mouth to stifle any more. The movement of your hand has slowed and you are squeezing your cock slowly, still tugging at your balls. I am now so wet that I can feel the slickness between my pussy lips. Careful not to move too much I slip my hand up my skirt and under the edge of my knickers -- oh my pussy is so, so wet. Rubbing my finger along the edge of the lips makes me shudder a little and I look to check that you still feel you are alone.

You are leaning back, giving me a perfect view of your cock, as your fingers stroke up and down the sides of the shaft. Just to plant myself on you, to straddle you and take all of you inside my pussy in one move. To slide up and down on you, to feel you fill my pussy with each downward thrust. My thumb moves to my clit, flicking it as my finger slips into my pussy, imagining your cock at the entrance to me. My moan this time is louder, not so easily stifled. You pause, raising you head, your fingers still stroking your cock. For a moment it feels as if you are looking straight at me, but you can't be, as you continue your ministrations. 

You stand, legs parted, hips thrust forwards and start to wank in earnest, your hand moving faster and faster on your cock which is so hard and swollen. I try to keep pace as my fingers fuck my pussy and my other hand rubs against my clit. I so desperately want to orgasm, but I want to see you, and I can't take my eyes off you. Buttocks clenching, your hips thrusting in time with the movements of the hand on your cock. I can almost feel you driving your cock deep into my pussy, as my fingers thrust into me.

With one loud groan spunk spurts from your cock over the ground and just seems to keep coming. Your body tenses as the last of it is released. I'm not far behind you, having seen you cum I can now focus on me and the excitement and perverseness of watching you has made me so ready. My fingers fucking in and out of my pussy frantically. I feel my stomach clench, my thighs start to shake, so much so that I fall back onto the ground, skirt raised, legs spread. Faster and faster and then I'm there, my pussy convulsing around my fingers, my body tight and a scream emanating from my lips. No thought to keeping myself hidden now!

Voyeur



Jocelyn had just moved into Fran's neighborhood, in a back-split next door, and had been getting settled into her surroundings with her two other room mates. Jocelyn was nearly ten years older than the other girls of the house, but enjoyed their youthful exuberance. Her schedule was not conducive with the other girl's daytimers and found herself coming home late at night throughout the week. On the weekends the other girls, Rachel and Jill, had very hectic social schedules. Jocelyn was feeling a bit lonely in her new home town.

She spent a lot of time reading on the enclosed front porch relaxing on a comfortable deck chair with an attached faux leather ottoman. She often stayed out there until all hours of the night accompanied with the somber lighting she afforded her veranda and usually a glass of ice-wine or a cup of steaming java. When she wasn't immersed in a book until the wee hours of the morning, her attention veered into the comforting neighborhood scene. She became a bit of a voyeur, and even wrote about her observations in a burgeoning journal notebook, and her personal reading became less and less a focal point of her pastime of porch sitting.

Her next door neighbor captured Jocelyn's voracious attention the most. Fran seemed to live a similar lifestyle to her living into the wee hours of the morning. Fran seemed to receive a lot of female company at her home, and she often brought one or two young women home with her at a time. Jocelyn's imagination knew no bounds and simply wanted to get to know Fran and to discover the secrets and temptations of her closest potential friend.

One Saturday afternoon, Jocelyn went out and procured a fine bottle of red wine and a bouquet of tulips. She appeared at Fran's doorstep donning a semi casual sheer black pantsuit she had been saving for a special occasion. With a nearly smug grin on her face, she rang Fran's doorbell. She was surprised when the doorbell chime rang to the tune of the dead man's march!

Fran came to the door, opening it to greet Jocelyn with a smile, and invited her inside. Jocelyn explained she had wanted to come by to meet her neighbor and brought a couple of gifts to a possible new friend in her area. Jocelyn further explained she lived a strange schedule due to her choice of career. Fran instinctively knew Jocelyn was spying on her, perhaps innocently, and had witnessed the ebbing and flowing of the young ladies that were permitted into Fran's inner sanctum. 

Fran invited Jocelyn to sit down on her comfortable, plush velveteen sofa which was amply stuffed and truly a time sink if you let it work its magic. After an hour of delightful conversation -- and far too much wine -- the women separated only by years of chronological age took a tour of her home. Jocelyn was lead her by the hand -- which was startling at first but became surprisingly comforting -- through the spacious and well appointed kitchen noting the one cabinet with a peculiar multitude of spatulas and wooden spoons. She was lead out through a sliding glass door into the spacious backyard with a large oval shaped swimming pool, wooden sauna shed, large eight person hot tub, a cabana filled with many flamboyantly colorful outfits in an adjoining walk in closet, and a marble stoned veranda complemented with an assortment of benches and chairs. She led Jocelyn by hand, almost instinctively patting her bum as she ascended the shag carpeted staircase (which could have been awkward if not unwelcome, but Jocelyn did not even seem to notice Fran's gesture). She led Jocelyn out to a balcony which was quite spacious with ample lighting and several lounging chairs. The view lead across to a bustling apartment complex and Jocelyn felt she could easily be watched by curious apartment dwellers across the way. The tour did not take Jocelyn to the last room, Fran's den of iniquity, and the women headed back to the front door pledging to meet again - perhaps for dinner or a night out - and Jocelyn was invited to be welcome in Fran's presence whenever she needed company. Jocelyn's departure was topped off with a tight embrace, a kiss on the cheek, as Fran's meandering hands descended down the small of her back and to her delicate bum. Again, Jocelyn was oblivious to what previously may have felt awkward or unwelcome. Jocelyn returned home with a racing curiosity about Fran.

That night, Fran had two guests arrive with her in her gas guzzling SUV. Jocelyn marveled within herself that Fran's interest in the demure, gentler sex knew no bounds. Her intense curiosity flared and Jocelyn could resist the temptations of the voyeur no longer. Jocelyn left the comfort and security of her veranda, and tip toed over to Fran's home, next door, to peer in through the windows. As she looked through the spacious French windows peering into the living room, she saw that all three women were ascending the stairs. Jocelyn circumvented the locks of the gate to the backyard and watched as the light in one of the unexplored rooms illuminated the darkness of the moonless night.

Jocelyn did the unthinkable. She climbed to a ledge on the second floor. Jocelyn was still very young at heart, athletic, and kept good care of herself. She carefully looked into the window from her precipitous and precarious perch to witness what would change her life forever. For the next hour, both of the young women were spanked! The women could have been easily in their mid twenties, but they both avidly craved the attention of Fran. Each was spanked in a multitude of positions, with Fran's strong hands, with a wooden hairbrush that seemed to fit like a glove in the palm of her hand, with a strap, with a small leather paddle, and with numerous other implements of pain-pleasure. Each was scolded openly which she witnessed when one of the girls was instructed to open the window in the midst of the escapade. Often one of the girls was put into a corner, naked or with a bare reddened bum, as the other was attended to. They were put in costumes from the nearby closet....and Fran attended to the dressing and undressing as she explained that naughty girls lost that privilege. The ordeals that these women endured at the hands of a proficient disciplinarian totally rocked Jocelyn's world at the foundations. When it became evident that the night's shenanigans were soon to be concluded, Jocelyn quietly scaled down from her perch and scampered home. An hour or so later, Jocelyn watched as the women were picked up by a taxi cab and returned from whence they came.

Jocelyn was mesmerized and she knew she should head off to sleep. Peering at the nearest wall clock, she saw that the time was now 3AM. She climbed out of her clothes, lying in her silken sheets, and fell off to slumber. Her dreams were vivid.

She woke up Sunday afternoon to hear her doorbell ringing. Answering the ghastly interruption of her much needed sleep, a UPS girl dropped off a package. She didn't even think couriers worked on the weekends (which they don't....giggles), and accepted the package tipping the beautiful girl in tight little brown shorts and a cleavage exposing tied off shirt.

The delivery girl winked at her, accepting a gratuity, and departed. Jocelyn went inside to inspect the package. Inside, she found a tight fitting pair of capris pants and a halter top, both form fitting, in a very pale shade of pink. There were a couple of pink ribbons as well. There was no card or note, however, to confess the identity of the sender. Jocelyn's racing mind did not even have time to contemplate the multitude of possibilities, nor whether this was some sort of practical joke, when the telephone rang. Jocelyn was the first to the phone as Rachel was soaking in a sudsy bath and Jill was hastily preparing dinner for each of their mother's that were visiting that night.

Fran - "Do you know who this is, Jocelyn?" the ominous voice on the other end of the phone inquired.

Jocelyn - "No, I don't. Who are you?"

Fran - "It's your friendly neighbourhood Franny....who likes to smack a naughty fanny. (Cackles) It seems some naughty girls like to stick their nosy parker noses into affairs that are none of their business. Tsk Tsk. And I thought you were such a nice friend after our delightful visit yesterday afternoon. And don't even try to deny it.....my security cameras recorded your climbing proficiencies for posterity. But the question is, however, how we shall deal with this sinful indulgence of yours."

(Unbearable silence)

Fran - "I think you know the answer already, albeit an uninformed and mediocre answer to the obvious vexing need for what will come upon you, but you shall soon pay witness to the epitome of my scorn. When I'm finished with this particular naughty girl, she will not sit for a week. And I think you will have to come back and see me often, while we sort out matters of your behavior over the next ... while. You will be having a very painful reminder of your place here in my life for say -- the next year or so."

Jocelyn - "Did you say the next year?"

Fran - "Yes I did. And I don't like to hear myself repeated, you little brat, so listen closely to what I have to say. You received a package today that I had an intimate friend of mine deliver in a lovely little outfit, I must admit, containing some garments I want you to don right this moment. Do you understand?"

Jocelyn - "Yes Maam. I understand."

Fran - "I believe you should refer to me as ... Mom. For your mother doesn't seem to have properly taught you to be a woman respectful of other people's privacy - not even a new friend supposedly honored with your honesty and respect. And Mom wants you to put on those special pants. And Mom wants her naughty brat to put on that little halter top. And Mom wants to see her bad girl with those pink ribbons in her long silky mane of hair holding back two pig tails. And then Mom wants you to go down to your living room, and wait for me in the corner with your hands on your head as you witnessed my other friends doing last night. When you've done that, I will come by to deal with you. I know your friends are home, and if they interfere, they may be the targets of my wrath and disdain as well Perhaps those are carelessly chosen words.....for I do care for you Jocelyn, but right now you are my naughty girl that just needs my attention and my adept care. Your friends probably do too."

Jocelyn - "But our mothers are coming over in an hour or so for dinner."

Fran - Giggles. "Wonderful. The stage is set. Everything is working out perfectly. I shall see you soon. And I look forward to teaching you the error in your ways."

Jocelyn hung up the phone. Without thinking or debating with herself, she stripped from her day-clothes and slipped into the outfit that had been couriered. Fran had not mentioned undergarments and did not want to risk wearing them if that was not her whim. So she went....commando. She tied her hair into pig tails with the ribbons provided in the parcel. As she brushed out her long locks of hair, she thought about the new applications for the use of the brush in her hand. She shuddered at the thought. She heard Rachel getting out of the bath and getting ready for the night's festivities with their maternal clan.

Reluctantly, Jocelyn moped her way to the living room. She found the corner, standing in it with her nose carefully placed in the corner, and placed her hands behind her head. She waited for a few minutes when the doorbell chimed.

Jill went and answered the door.

Jocelyn stood in the corner, her compatriots mere rooms away from the sight of her in what Fran believed to be her rightful place, and Jocelyn's courage began to unravel. What was she thinking lurking in the shadows of her neighbor's home to observe her private, intimate affairs of the heart, mind, and body? What spark had lit the fuse of the powder keg of her suppressed sexuality and inspired her to do something so completely out of character? Why did she simply hang up the phone on the livid Fran when she outrageously commanded this chain of events to transpire? Could she bring herself to back out and simply escort Fran from her home without embarrassing herself any further? What if Fran wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie and she forced or coerced the issue further? Would she call the local police and report Jocelyn's trespassing? Even if none of these consequences played out, could she even face Fran again -- her very own neighbor and in truth a seductive, intelligent, funny, charming, and intoxicating specimen of womankind? Could Jocelyn bear the heartbreak of losing her chance to fitting into Fran's life in some meager way, shape, or form? 

And if she couldn't bring herself to halt the melodrama of the night, and face the repercussions of her insatiable curiosity and her impetuous intrusion into Fran's life, could she ever forgive herself for sacrificing her first chance in years to actually be satisfied, fascinated, and enlightened by a woman that drove her crazy with lust and desire? Was it Fran's chosen methods that drove her crazy with lust and desire? 

Jocelyn had no solid answers for herself in these lingering moments of anticipation and suspense. She was a woman that desperately needed those answers, but she had no "frame of reference" and could not solve the calculus of her own yearnings in the heat of the moment. Her pulse hastened. The soft palms of her hands perspired with a thin veneer of moisture as her fingers were laced together behind her head. Her knees shuddered with an almost undetectable quake to the naked eye. She could hear her heart pitter patter in her chest as little waves of euphoria ran through her body.

She stayed put. Then her thoughts veered off in yet another direction. Her room mates, ten years younger than her -- wild and crazy, young at heart, completely oblivious to these peculiar cravings -- they would see Jocelyn in a state of body and mind that before this time they could never imagine her being in. And her mother, and the mothers of her two friends, would soon arrive for dinner and camaraderie. They couldn't possibly comprehend the subservience to Fran's commands on Jocelyn, nor her reluctance to adhere to them, and their reactions to what would surely follow were lost in the unknown tick tocks of the future. 

And Fran's threat to impose harsh consequences on anyone, mothers or young women, that interfered in Fran's unwavering discipline had to drive Jocelyn to back out and run like hell. Could she face her mother again if she caused her to be spanked by the irate Fran? Could she continue living with Jill and Rachel if they too were taken over the lap of Fran? Fran would obviously not accept any nonsense and it was clear what she thought of the other mentors and supportive friendships, presumably any authority figure that guided her through her childhood and alleged adulthood, and she likely wouldn't accept any controversy this evening. Jocelyn doubted her bravery to face such embarrassment. She doubted the capacity of her own conscience in this eventuality. 

But she had already went this far. Could she now turn back?

Jill had answered the chime of the door bell. Rachel had been dressing her now relaxed, bathed body in low riding jeans and a tightly fitting cardigan. Rachel descended the stairs to see who had just arrived, thinking it was one of the maternal clan, only to find Jill chatting with their mysterious neighbor. 

Through the wall separating the living room from the front hall, Jocelyn could not readily hear their conversation. But as the voices grew louder and clearer, it was clear that all three women were now coming into the living room. In the midst of their chat, the talking suddenly halted. Jocelyn could feel the eyes of all three of the women merely meters away from her boring into her back taking in the delicious sight. 

A flushing of the skin in Jocelyn's cheeks was red hot. But her tongue would not work. She was choking on her own humiliation as she stood in the corner, be-pigtailed, in the cute little garb delivered not so long before, with her perspiring hands behind her head. 

Jocelyn couldn't turn back now. Could she? This was the point of no return.

Jill - "What in the hell are you doing Jocelyn? Our moms will be here soon." 

Rachel - "And why are you dressed like that, sweetie? Even I dressed up and you know I never do that." 

Jocelyn stood in the corner, utterly ashamed of herself, unable to get a word out. She remained in the corner, sweaty palms behind her head, and stood perfectly still. Fran piped in after a few moments of Jocelyn's silence.

Fran - "Young Josie here has been a very naughty girl. We finally met yesterday. I was tickled pink to finally meet one of my antisocial neighbors. And it seems curiosity can kill the cat with Josie. She decided to peep into my windows last night."

Jill -- "What in the fuck were you thinking, Jocelyn? You realize you can get arrested for that sort of thing, right? I'm sorry Fran. I'm truly surprised at you Jocelyn."

Rachel -- "Well, that doesn't explain why my room mate is standing in the corner with her hair up in pig tails. Gotta be a bit embarrassing for Jocelyn. And you realize our mothers are coming over for dinner shortly. You could have picked a better time for this humiliating act, dontchathink?"

Fran -- "No time like the present. When the guilty conscience is still fresh. You see, Jocelyn is going to get punished for what she did. This is just the onset of that punishment. Josie, are you going to explain what you saw last night?"

Jocelyn -- "Do I hafta?"

Fran (annoyed) -- "Yes you hafta! Big girl like you using such words."

Jocelyn -- "When I looked through Fran's window, I saw her spanking some girls."

Jill and Rachel (in unison) -- "Spanking them?"

Fran (devilish smile creeping on her face) -- "Yes, spanking them. Those particular girls asked for it though. Really asked for it. Josie here....well, she doesn't HAFTA ask."

You could almost hear the bell ding in both Jill and Rachel's brains. They both realized what Fran planned on doing despite the impending visit from all of their mothers. It didn't seem to phase Fran that this could be a very humiliating experience for Jocelyn, for the girls, and maybe even for Fran herself. 

Rachel had been spanked growing up. Not overly regularly, but as often as it was warranted. Now in her wild and crazy twenties, she knew she was a grown up, independent woman and didn't want her mother getting any crazy ideas about a revisiting of past discipline. While she predominantly behaved in her day to day life, she had her risqué moments. She had experiences she wasn't particularly proud of. She had stories she wished she could erase from her scrapbook. 

Jill, on the other hand, had no frame of reference. She hadn't been spanked growing up. She was, in reality, very well behaved to this very day. She had been a good student, and remained a star pupil, and hadn't fallen into the wrong crowd. Seeing Jocelyn like this, knowing what was in store for her, was at first alarming. Then, the curiosity that makes people leer at car accidents -- especially the tangled wrecks -- caught Jill by surprise. She couldn't take her eyes off of Jocelyn standing there in the corner. And she wanted to see how this played out.

Both girls were concerned about exposing their mothers to this and it was Rachel that spoke up first.

Rachel -- "I, for one, am not going to stay and watch this public display of humiliation one minute longer. And I sure as hell am not going to let my mother wander into this. I'm calling her to cancel this very minute. If its ok with my room mates, perhaps I'll tell her we'll take a rain cheque for next weekend."

Jill nodded.....and Jocelyn did from her perch in the corner. 

Fran -- "Fine. If that's what you want, Rachel. But I'm a bit disappointed you don't want to stay here to support your friend in her time of need. And this IS a time of need. What are friends for after all?"




Voyeur



Rachel -- "Let me be blunt. You're a freak! I can't believe we've been living beside a freak all this time. I'm tempted to call the police this very moment, but instead I'll just call my mother."

Fran -- "Why so scared of your mother witnessing Jocelyn's punishment? Concerned she might want to put her smart mouthed daughter over her knee.....again?"

Rachel (aghast) -- "Yes, I was spanked growing up. You guessed it. And quite frankly, grown up women just don't get spanked any longer, Frannie."

Fran -- "Don't you dare take that tone with me, younglady. Much stronger women have faced me with such scorn and lost. And as for your second point, the many clients that come to me for a trip over the knee proves without a shadow of a doubt that nobody is too old to be spanked when they deserve it. Yourself included. And I caution you that you are remarkably close to earning that."

Rachel blushed and without saying another word, but with hate and indignity in her eyes, she fled. Jocelyn, Fran, and Jill heard her talking with her mother on her cellular phone as she left through the front door -- slamming it shut in her wake.

Fran (mischievous smiles) -- "I'll deal with that brat, later. How about you, Jill? Staying for the show?"

Jill (stuttering) -- "You spank girls for a living?"

Fran -- "Yes Jillian. I am a professional disciplinarian. But every once in a while, a subject comes into my life that deserves a case of pro bono work. Jocelyn is just such a girl. I'm not convinced you are, in fact quite to the contrary, but your snarky room mate will not be seeing the end of me after this night."

Jill (gulps) -- "So, I'm safe."

Fran -- "Yes your tender little bottom is safe with me. But some girls ask me to spank them. I am going to take the role of the seer right now and foresee that you will one day ask me for my discipline. Perhaps sooner than later."

Jill (chokes) -- "I don't think that's going to happen, maam. But I really don't want my mother seeing this either."

Fran (sighs) -- "The stage was all set, but now the props are being dismantled. Could have been fun. Fine.....maybe your bratty friend was right and you should reschedule with your mom. But if you want to stay, you're welcome. But Jocelyn, and her mother, will be guests tonight. That much is NON negotiable."

Jocelyn stood in the corner, knowing her mother would be here soon. She shivered in her spot. Her knees were buckling under the strain of standing there in such an uncomfortable position. Her arms were getting tired from being behind her head. She felt so vulnerable for the first time in her life. She knew she was in for it, now, and that her mother would soon stumble upon the scene. She actually hoped Jill would not be here to see it all through to fruition.

Jill called her mother too on her cell phone explaining that they needed to reschedule their dinner. After a couple of minutes, Jill hung up her phone. She sat down on the nearby couch looking over at Fran. Fran sat beside her on the amply stuffed sofa.

Fran -- "Last chance. Sure you want to stay?"

Jill nodded. 

Fran -- "May I ask how you came to that decision?"

Jill -- "I've never been spanked. I've never seen anyone spanked."

Fran -- "Never? Well you must be incredibly well behaved to have escaped that all your life. Either that or you were neglected in your times of mischief. Which was it -- former or latter?"

Jill -- "The first one I guess."

Fran -- "I thought so. Good girl. Your friend here is a very naughty girl though. And as soon as her naughty mother gets here you will find out the latter is very much true in the case of Jocelyn. Her mother didn't provide her with the proper guidance growing up lest she would not have been caught peeping through my windows last night. Isn't that right, Jocelyn?"

Jocelyn nodded.

With that, the door bell chimed. Fran motioned Jill to go and answer the door. After she left, Fran scowled at Jocelyn in the corner with a look in her eyes that would melt ice. They could hear Jill speaking with Jocelyn's mother and heard them approaching the living room. Suddenly -- as it did earlier when Jill and Rachel found Jocelyn in her current predicament -- the conversation lapsed.

Jocelyn's mother looked upon her only daughter, standing in the corner, and bit her lip. Looking at Jill for an answer, getting none, she scanned the room finding Fran with a delighted look on her face. 

Fran -- "Hello there, dearie. What a pleasure to finally meet you. Why don't you come over here and you and I have a little....chat."

***

Wanting to get to the bottom of matters at hand, Shauna (Jocelyn's mother) wandered further into the living room. Seeing Fran patting the cushions on the couch beside her, she approached with a hesitant curiosity. Seeing that Jill was sitting nearby made Shauna a bit more comfortable. But who was this woman that just called her "dearie"? Why was her daughter standing in the corner with her back facing everyone? She needed to find out so she didn't trust her gut instinct and just storm out in fear of the answers.

Shauna -- "Did you just call me dearie?"

Fran -- "Why is that a problem? Concerned that a perfect stranger can take a glimpse into you and discover you are dear to her? Your daughter, Jocelyn, is very dear to me even if she is a little hoodlum. And this Jill is also a wonderful girl too. Their friend, Rachel, is a little brat though."

Shauna -- "Yes, Rachel was always my least favorite. Not that I'd ever tell her that. You've changed the point though. And I sure would like some of my questions answered."

Fran -- "Well my name is Fran. I'm the next door neighbor. Your daughter poked her nose in my personal business last night. We met each other tete a tete recently and Jocelyn proved to me she has some very positive traits. In that intrusion of my privacy last night, she wiped the slate clean of those first revelations, however, and proved to me she needs some further guidance into the etiquette of being a grown woman."

Shauna -- "It really isn't your place to decide that, Fran. But how did she intrude?"

Fran -- "She peeked through my windows. My second floor windows to be precise and she scaled the building to the ledge at my window. Quite a feat of dexterity....and of naughtiness."

Shauna -- "Jocelyn, I'm surprised at you. Fran here would be in her fullest rights to call the police and report this. What in the hell did you think you'd find?"

Jocelyn remained silent. Standing in place.

Fran -- "Jocelyn isn't in so much of a talking mood, Shauna. She hasn't been since she found out what was in store for her."

Shauna -- "I'm not sure I like that tone in your voice, Fran. What in the hell do you mean by that?"

Fran -- "Your daughter is going to endure what she witnessed last night, Shauna."

Shauna -- "Please go on."

Fran -- "I'm a professional disciplinarian for naughty girls, Shauna, and your daughter fits the bill. She saw with her own eyes what happens to the women in my care that ask for discipline. In the case of Jocelyn, she already asked by her own failure in judgment and courtesy. She asked for her spanking not by lining my pockets, but in her own deeds."

Shauna -- "Putting aside that you just threatened my daughter with bodily harm, you decided to do this on the night when all the mothers of the three girls of the household were coming over for dinner?"

Fran -- "It wasn't an empty threat, Shauna. It will happen. And the other mothers will not be coming over. They were called off by Jill and Rachel when they found out what was going to happen to Jocelyn. Jill, on the other hand, decided she wanted to stay."

Shauna leaned over to look at Jill.

Shauna -- "You CHOSE to be here?"

Jill simply looked away and couldn't face Shauna with her own bashful eyes.

Shauna -- "If you had the courtesy to spare the other mothers of this indignity, why couldn't you extend me the same courtesy Fran?"

Fran -- "Oh it was most certainly an opportune time for us to have a chat."

Shauna -- "What could we possibly discuss that would make this situation any less embarrassing?"

Fran -- "It won't get any less embarrassing. Only more."

Shauna -- "You plan on spanking my own daughter in front of me. And one of her best friends."

Fran -- "That would be....step one."

Shauna -- "And the next step? Dare I ask?"

Fran -- "Well, you will be spanked Shauna."

Shauna -- "Are you absolutely bonkers?"

Fran -- "Not since I last checked with my shrink."

Shauna -- "I don't doubt you have a therapist, that your bills have piled up with him or her, or that you will never be able to thwart your own devilish thoughts. What makes you think I would even contemplate letting you do such a thing to me?"

Fran -- "I wouldn't dare force it on you. That would likely get me thrown behind bars. But I have my reasoning. Care to hear me out? Or are you going to storm off and abandon your own daughter in her time of need."

Shauna -- "I haven't moved an inch yet. I'll hear you out."

Fran -- "Were you spanked as a child?"

Shauna -- "Very personal question, Fran. I'm not sure I want to answer that one."

Fran -- "I'll take that as a no."

Shauna -- "Very astute of you."

Fran -- "I'd wager you were an only child that had both of your parents wrapped around your little fingers. And I'd further bet that Jocelyn here did the exact same thing to you. Like mother, like daughter."

Shauna -- "Go on.....I'm listening. Haven't tuned you out yet."

Fran -- "I imagine that while Jocelyn still turned out to be a passably good mannered young lady, and has made a success of herself, I'm sure once she was free of the maternal household she became a wholesale free-spirited woman that couldn't take care of her own affairs. While her adolescence did not offer her the guidance she needed to become a woman of the next millennium, she squeaked by under your measuring stick. She's probably been able to conceal her aimless nature for the ensuing years, from you and everybody, but this episode was only the first of many that will occur if this is not nipped in the bud."

Shauna -- "And you will do the nipping?"

Fran -- "You're catching on quick, smartypants."

Shauna -- "This does not preclude your conclusion that I should be spanked. Please enlighten me on that tidbit of insight."

Fran -- "I thought that was clear."

Shauna -- "Are you calling me thick?"

Fran -- "No. But you are naïve, spoiled, arrogant, and unquestionably naughty yourself. I'm perfectly certain your past is fraught with little mistakes you have concealed from your own family and friends. I'm sure your conscience is not clear."

Shauna -- "That would be none of your business."

Fran -- "Your tone of voice suggests I struck a chord. I'm glad my intuition was right."

Shauna -- "Talking about arrogant. You surely are full of yourself. It doesn't surprise me that you take women over your knee as a chosen vocation in life."

Fran -- "Nor does it surprise me. I don't think I'd ever want to do anything else."

Shauna -- "You enjoy it that much, do you?"

Fran -- "Every swat."

Shauna -- "As you'll enjoy every swat on my own daughter's ass."

Fran -- "Every one."

Shauna -- "And presumably mine. You still haven't adequately explained that leap of logic to me."

Fran -- "You, too, are a spoiled brat. You weren't given the guidance you most certainly deserved all your young life. Just like you didn't do it for your own daughter. This sort of behavior, or the lack of basic decency, precludes an inherited grouping of traits unbecoming of a mature human being. Sometimes they rear their ugly head. Sometimes not. Sometimes the conscience overwhelms women like Jocelyn and yourself preventing them from doing what is in their nature to do. They bend the rules to their own favor, all excuses aside, and illustrate their self centred willfulness to challenge authority. Authority is disenfranchised from their own mentality."

Shauna -- "Surely you can't always blame a parent for the failures of their children."

Fran -- "There's plenty of blame to go around. And if you had shown Jocelyn the error in her ways, she may have exercised better judgment last night."

Shauna -- "Fine. I see your point. What prevents me from storming out right now?"

Fran -- "Your daughter hasn't fought me a single stretch of this trek. She will take her spanking. I'm pretty pissed off, though, as nobody has ever purposed to spy on me. There is a lot of bottled up anger I need to release. But you both have earned your share of that ire. If you leave, I will have no choice to take it all out on her. Your daughter won't want to sit down for a month."

Shauna -- "You're making me an offer I can't refuse."

Fran -- "Good answer. Not the expected one though. I expected you to threaten to call the police and while their showing up here would be a pain in the ass, it wouldn't have stopped the wheels in motion."

Shauna -- "And little Jill here? Why is she still here?"

Fran -- "Do you always talk to a third party as if the first wasn't in the room?"

Shauna -- "No, but my daughter won't speak a word and I sort of doubted Jill would either."

Jill didn't speak a word.

Fran -- "I don't doubt it. Jill has never been spanked either. When she heard what was going to happen, she couldn't bring herself to go."

Shauna -- "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. In fact, I'd prefer if Jocelyn and I were spanked in separate rooms if not separate homes."

Fran -- "This isn't about your personal preferences, younglady."

Shauna -- "Did you just have the gall to call me that?"

Fran -- "Shall I summon up more appropriate labels? I was going to spare you both any further shame, but can resume with the epitome of scorn if you so desire. Believe it or not, I'm letting you all off most easily."

Shauna -- "That won't be necessary. Jill would you please leave?"

Jill got up to vacate the premises when Jocelyn spoke up.

Jocelyn -- "She doesn't want to go, mom. She wants to watch."

Shauna -- "She speaks from her corner. I thought her embarrassment may have caused her to be struck mute."

Fran -- "Wouldn't you be if it was you in that corner?"

Shauna -- "Touche."

Fran -- "Jill is going to stay, Shauna. Get over it. It's just a matter of whether or not you are staying."

Shauna -- "I'm not going anywhere."

Fran -- "Jocelyn, come over to us on the couch."

Jocelyn turned around from her place in the corner letting her hands fall to her sides as she walked over to the three women. Her knees were aching from the uncomfortable place in which she stood for so long. Her cheeks were flaring up with warmth. As she met the eyes of her own mother, bereft of pity but full of warmth, her feelings of embarrassed were temporarily culled.

Fran -- "You saw what I did to my friends last night didn't you?"

Jocelyn nodded.

Fran -- "If your mother hadn't agreed to take her share, you would have endured that much and more. But I'm a merciful woman, when prompted, and since you and your mother will share in the consequences of both of your actions -- or the lack thereof -- I shall not be a cruel witch."

Jocelyn nodded again.

Fran -- "This matter, after tonight, will be water under the bridge. If you want to explore a friendship with your next door neighbor, I will welcome that. But not until the toll is paid, younglady. Is that understood?"

Jocelyn nodded for the third time.

Fran -- "While I think this outfit is cute on you, I think it needs to come off."

Fran reached up to urge Jocelyn to sit in her lap. With her back facing Fran, Jocelyn's halter top was lifted over her head. Fran had Jocelyn stand up, and while she let her newest victim keep her pants, she unveiled her newest surprise. Finding a little concealed zipper behind a flap of denim in her capris pants, she opened the flap letting it fall. Delighted Jocelyn didn't wear any underwear, she revealed her rounded bare cheeks.

Jocelyn was moved to lay over Fran's lap. Jocelyn's legs were extended over those of her mother's. Her upper body was laid over Jill's. Each of the women indulged in their own share of emotions as the night reached its zenith.

Fran did not let up for a moment. There was no warming up. There was no mollycoddling. There were no soft graces of Jocelyn's bare mounds of flesh. She did not admire the submissiveness of her newest friend. She did not marvel on the emotions that were running through Jocelyn's mind. She did not single out the beauty found in the contours of the exposed bottom on her lap.

She held down Jocelyn over her lap. Putting the weight of her upper body down onto her elbow, she held down Jocelyn with great might. With her other hand, her peeping Josie got the spanking she rightfully deserved. Fran had brought the tools of her trade, but they remained in her bulky purse for the remainder of her stay.

Her hand was malicious enough. Each stroke was delivered evenly over every corner of Jocelyn's rear end. The covered thighs of Jocelyn, a small mercy, prevented the torment of those sensitive patches of skin. If Jocelyn ever ventured to disgrace herself again, all bets, and clothes, would be off.

Smack after smack filled the room with the sounds of admonishing terror. Jocelyn proved her own courage to face this discipline stifling every resistance to it. She did not allow herself to flail in Fran's lap. She did not scream out exhibiting her fear, embarrassment, or scorn. She did not cry.

Fran looked over to her right and enjoyed briefly the terrified look on Shauna's face. She knew that she would enjoy having Shauna's bare bottom over her lap and knew that Shauna couldn't dare to exhibit the restraint of her daughter thus far. 

Panning over, she met the glance of Jill. Fascination filled her eyes. Fran had wild imaginings about what their private times would be like hopefully in the near future. Fran dismissed the day dreams for the moment and concentrated further on the task at hand. 

After no less than 200 unrelenting strokes of Fran's strong hand, the spanking came to an end. Dark cherry, uniform throughout Jocelyn's bottom, was the color of the target over Fran's lap. Excusing Jocelyn, she returned to her place in the corner from whence she came.

Fran -- "Your turn, Shauna. Last chance to back out. Your consent is final once we've begun. Or shall I go and retrieve my purse to find that hairbrush I love so much. I think I might find a naughty girl in the room to take the aggravation out on."

Shauna didn't speak a word. She stood up with bravery written over her face. She exhibited not an inkling of fear or bitterness. Had she determined her own fate based on her own faults? Or was she simply accepting this punishment to protect her own daughter? Either way, Fran was pleased with either of these answers. Perhaps it was a coupling of both suitable responses.

Shauna stood in front of Fran, noting movement behind her, as Fran moved Jill to her right. Shauna reached back to unzip her dress letting it fall off her body. She remained perfectly still and silent while she awaited instruction.

No demands were uttered by Fran. Fran got up off of the couch. Coming up behind Shauna she gave her a kiss on the back of her head. Reaching down, she lifted the dress from her ankles placing it back on Shauna's body. She re-zipped the dress.

Fran -- "All is well in Wellsville. I'm glad you were willing to meet your match, Shauna. Forgiven and forgotten."

Shauna -- "Really? That's it?"

Fran -- "I wanted to see how far you would go for your own daughter. I'm satisfied."

Shauna immediately went over to retrieve her daughter from the corner. Giving her a big hug, she started to cry on her shoulder. 

Jocelyn -- "Thank you mom. Thanks for everything."

Shauna -- "We will have to discuss this regularly, sweetie. I'm never going to neglect you again. Fran has taught us a valuable lesson, hasn't she?"




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Jocelyn -- "Yes, mom, I'm so glad I'm her neighbor."

Shauna -- "I wonder if the house on the other side is still for sale."

Fran -- "Yes, as a matter of fact it is. They just reduced the price."

Shauna just smiled as Jocelyn retrieved her clothes, dressing herself, and going over to Fran for another big hug.

Fran -- "Okie dokie. Enough of that. Jill, would you still like to come next door with me .... for a little chat?"

Jill nodded emphatically, a smile creeping over her face, as she took Fran's hand. The two women left the house as Shauna and Jocelyn retreated to the kitchen to enjoy the scrumptious dinner that had been interrupted earlier by a chain of unexpected events.

Epilogue: Loose Ends

Tales could be told of Jill's private punishment. Jill never spoke a word of what happened, but made frequent trips next door.

Tales could be told of Fran and Rachel's meeting later that week. Unfortunately, Rachel was never spanked even if she deserved it more than any of the other women combined.

Tales could be told of Shauna's purchase of a new home on the same block and the late night meetings with her newfound friend. Gossip passed through the ears of the girls about the nature of those visits.

Even more tales could be told of Fran's meeting with a mysterious woman by the name of Gaye. Again, Fran never told the other girls about that fateful day.

Jocelyn, however, never gave Fran any reason to take her over her knee again. Secretly, Fran wanted that to happen. But it never did.

Celly



Voyeur



The night was hot and humid which was punctuated by the heat lightening as they watched from the 11th floor of the twelve story condominium. They shared a drink and talked of micro brews and South America. Although it was midweek and approaching midnight the beach was still populated. They leaned on the balcony railing to watch the lovers and teens as they made their way down the beach. 

Occasionally, during their conversation, Jonathan would turn to Kelly and caress her back or neck and watch her as she spoke. Kelly was a woman with a true hour glass figure, full breasts and wide hips with a cinched in waist. Her dark curly hair framed her heart shaped face. All her life she heard comments and jokes about her eyes being "Kelly" green. 

She enjoyed Jonathan's attention and was anticipating his kisses. His looks were androgynous but for the bald head. Jonathan was slender and muscular in build, like a runner. He wore only jeans in the oppressive heat. His chest was smooth and his biceps were inked with tribal tattoos. 

Their kisses were tentative at first. He touched her through her baby doll dress. She ran her fingers along his skin on the inside of his waistband. They made out until Kelly heard a chair scrape to the right.

"Wait a sec. I want to be sure we aren't being watched by some kids"

Jonathan leaned against the rail and looked around.

"Upper right deck. See him watching us? Old guy.", he whispered.

Kelly giggled thinking of the old man getting turned on by their make out session. Jonathan looked at her and grinned. He knew what she was thinking. He was an exhibitionist too.

By unspoken mutual consent they doubled their efforts. Jonathan pulled the straps of her dress down exposing her breasts. Holding them cupped in his hands to put her large dark nipples on display. They heard a cough and saw the flame of a lighter from the balcony above.

Jonathan lowered his mouth to a nipple and reached up under her dress. She spread her legs to allow him access. Kelly arched her neck and moaned a little when Jonathan slid his fingers into her very wet pussy. She was extremely turned on by the idea of being watched. Wondering if the old man watching knew this show was just for him. Well, maybe not just for him.

Jonathan edged her to the deck chair and pushed her into it. He lifted her dress to her waist and exposed her bald pussy. His tongue smoothed over it after she propped her feet on his shoulders. Jonathan gave the noisiest head ever on that balcony. He sucked her labia. He lapped at her pussy and asshole with loud slurping. If the old man couldn't see then Jonathan was making sure he could hear. Soon Kelly joined the audio show with a deep and breathy orgasm.

Jonathan brought her to orgasm and sucked up all her juices. He moved forward to kiss her so she could taste herself on his lips. Kelly pushed her dress to her feet and stood nude on the balcony. She pulled Jonathan close and whispered for him to trade sides with her. She wanted her back to their voyeur as she sank to her heels. It was a hard position to hold for a blow job but the view was so much nicer from behind than if she were on her knees. The stance made her ass a perfect heart. It was all about the show anyway. 

When she opened Jonathan's denims his cock sprang out. It was so hot. Sexy hot certainly but also hot to the touch. As Kelly sucked his cock she was rewarded with a groan from Jonathan and the scrape of the chair above. She imagined the old guy repositioning for a better view. She couldn't remember being so turned on from giving a blow job. Worshipping cock was something she enjoyed but this was the ultimate. She wanted to EAT that man. 

Jonathan touched her forehead to push her back. "I am going to cum."

For only the third time in her life she wanted a man to cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow for the old man above them watching. She wanted to swallow to reward Jonathan for his complicity in the public act. When she firmly gripped Jonathan's ass and pulled his cock deep into her mouth he grabbed her hair and held his cock deep in her mouth. He pumped his juices into her as she gagged and swallowed.

Kelly straightened her legs to give the old man a good view of her bent over hoping he could get a peek at her pussy. Jonathan pulled her up to kiss her and taste himself in her mouth. He turned her in his arms to spoon her as they faced the ocean. A lighter flicked above.



Voyeur



My new neighbors have been keeping me awake at night. It's summer, windows are left open, and they seem to have no energy limit or curfew for their raucous activities. I have seen them during the day, going to work or where ever, coming and going. They look to be somewhere between 30 and 40. He is nice looking, average build, maybe 5' 10". She is cute, plenty curvy, and shorter than he. They make an attractive couple and from the sound of it, fit together well. They are friendly when greeted and openly say hello when we pass, the only problem is, I'm getting tired of being tired! And, listening to them, loud enough to come from their house next door, is making me crazy excited almost nightly.

One night, after being awakened yet again, my frustration level is at its peak. It is 1:30 AM and I've had enough.

I go to my open window with the intention of yelling for them to keep it down already! I pull the curtain aside and take a deep breath to yell, and nearly choke on it as I take in the scene in their back yard.

My frustration turns to sexual energy as I see them there. The full moon is bathing them and revealing their naked bodies completely to anyone within sight.

She is reclining on one of their chaise lounges, her legs spread wide for him as he kneels at the end of it, voraciously eating her pussy. Her head is thrown back in wild abandon and her moaning makes her sound like a wild feline in heat. Her fingers are entwined in his hair, pulling his face to her as she grinds on it uncontrollably. His hands are gripping her hips, trying to hold on enough to keep himself in place.

I am transfixed. I am so turned on at the sight of them lost in each other that I can't help but stand there, nearly panting myself. Not wanting to be discovered, I drop the curtain back into place and pull it open just far enough to continue watching.

I look behind me to see my husband sleeping soundly, oblivious as usual, and I turn back to the window.

Their position is unchanged, except maybe that his face is even deeper in her pussy now. The look on her face is one of complete ecstasy. Suddenly, she grips his head even more tightly and screams that she is cumming. He lunges forward, burying himself even further as she begins to convulse, closing her thighs on either side of his head.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as she finishes and finally collapses back onto the chaise, breathing heavily.

I can feel my own pussy tingling and reach down to rub myself slowly. There is a chair next to the window, and I put my foot up on it to have better access to my aroused clit. I know I'm excited, but I am wetter than I expected, and I can't help but continue to rub my clit and lips as I continue to observe the scene.

He moves to stand before her now, straddling the chaise. She sits up and reaches out to him, squeezing his ass in her hands. She takes her time, slowly using her lips and tongue to tease his hips and abdomen before she begins. I can see that on his face this delay is pushing his patience, as he is already at full attention, but her lets her continue her pace, reveling in the delay and all that it brings. Finally, he moans loudly as she slides her lips slowly down over him and her nose touches his body. She lingers, holding him there. Now, it's his turn to put his head back, looking up at the night sky. His eyes are glazed, alight with their own stars as she works on him with her tongue. She makes a sound of gratitude and pleasure as he takes a handful of her hair now and gently guides her actions even more to his liking. His moaning grows louder as she pleasures him and suddenly, he pulls himself from her and reaches down to take her hands. His voice is hushed, but rough and raw sounding as he encourages her to get up and turn around for him.

He positions her standing over the chaise, legs spread wide to accommodate its width. She bends over to grip the armrests as he enters her now. Once again, she cries out loudly and lustfully encourages him to fuck her harder and deeper immediately. Before I realize I am making a sound, I moan too, nearing my own orgasm.

He pauses, almost imperceptibly, and I quickly realize that he might have heard me. I step back from the window a bit to see what his reaction is, but he has resumed his pace, stroking her slowly and intently as she begs him to ravish her. He leans close to her and puts his hand to her pussy, massaging her clit.

If she was loud before, she is positively siren like now, and I'm amazed that the entire neighborhood isn't awake and out to investigate the goings-on.

She tells him she is going to cum, and he shifts into high gear, taking no prisoners, as she peaks and nearly collapses onto the chaise. He braces himself and holds her hips to steady her and I can see his body tense as well, straining every muscle as he releases his load inside her. I reach out to grip the windowsill, struggling to remain quiet as I surrender to my own orgasm as well.

Breathless and weak-kneed, I stand there, regaining my composure just as they are, and still waiting to see any indication that they are aware of my presence.

A few minutes pass as they kiss and caress, relaxing and cooling themselves in the night air, and finally return inside, leaving the night to its peace and quiet. Quite relaxed and relieved at not being discovered, I return to bed and immediately drop off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, my husband has left for work, and I hear the doorbell ring a few minutes later. The door is locked and I go to open it, thinking that he must have forgotten something. I open the door and the neighbor is standing there, smiling at me. He has an envelope in his hand and he offers it to me, saying that the mailman delivered my mail to his address by mistake.

When I thank him and reach out to take it, he quickly takes my wrist in his hand, gripping it tightly. At the same time, he steps inside the house and slams the door shut behind him. He is so fast that I don't even have time to take the breath I need to cry out in alarm. He spins me around and presses me up against the inside of the door with the full length of his body. He is much stronger than he looks and I cannot manage to free myself. When I stop struggling and we are still, he tells me that there is really no mail, but that he does have a message for me.

He whispers hotly in my ear that he hopes I enjoyed the show last night and that I won't be too shy to join them in person for the next one.

Hmmm.. neighbors can be very interesting! Happy Watching!



Voyeur



All characters in this story are 18 or older *

I guess I have always possessed a strong voyeuristic streak. Watching the cute little Asian girl drop to her knees and free my raging hard on just got me more and more excited. She never said a word as she took just the tip of my cock into her mouth and gently stroked the shaft. I could feel her tongue swirl around the sensitive flesh in her hot wet mouth in slow circles driving me mad with desire. It took everything I had not to throw her to the floor and fuck her senseless but somehow I found the strength to let her continue to tease me. She took me out of her mouth and spat a few times along the shaft so that her hand could more easily stroke me. Then once more her talented mouth wrapped around the head and about an inch of the shaft as her tiny hand wrapped around the length and gently moved up and down giving me a squeeze from time to time. I moaned to her telling her how good it all felt and she replied by sinking two fingers into her soaked pussy and started fingering herself. The combination of the squishy sounds her fingers made as she pleasured herself and the low moans her mouth made me somehow got harder still. I told her to deep throat me and she nodded letting go of me with her hand and her head began to move up and down now my cock was sinking deep into her mouth and throat. Now she was moaning deeper and louder as she mouth fucked my cock and her fingers stabbed deep and fast in her dripping pussy. I felt the tingling sensation that signaled my upcoming orgasm. I told her over and over again how close I was and her head moved faster now eager to swallow my cum. My eyes were half closed and my orgasm imminent when I heard the soft sounds of footfalls behind me. Even as my climax hit my dear sister came around the couch to see my geyser of cum shoot from the head of my cock.

"Wow!" She said fixated on the scene before her. She looked from me to the TV set and back again. "Damn I never knew you were that big!"

I turned all colors of red as I tried to cover myself from her hungry stare.

"Jeez! How about a knock sometime Sis?" She just smiled and looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"You may be my older brother but I am old enough to understand all of this." She responded as her mind worked on some problem. "Would it be better if I stripped out of my t-shirt and bra and let you see my tits?"

My mouth was suddenly dry as I worked the image in my mind's eye. She had a nice rack but I had never seen them. I felt myself grow hard again just imagining them wrapped around my dick.

"Looks like your answer is yes," she said looking down at my cock poking out from behind the pillow I had used to cover it. She pulled the t-shirt off revealing her push up bra and her firm young tits they hid.

"Here goes!" She said as she reached behind her and undid the clasps holding the bra on. The little minx held the bra on with her hands and did a little strip tease before letting it fall to the floor.

"So what do you think?" She said suddenly very serious. They were perfect! They were firm and just the right size with puffy nipples the color of snow. I swallowed hard unable to tear my gaze from them. She reached down and tugged the pillow away and sat on my lap my cock trapped beneath her jean-clad pussy.

"Kiss them." She said in a husky voice. "I want to feel your lips on them." I could smell the alcohol on her breath and understood now her desire to be this naughty.

"You are drunk." I said. "And you get all horny when you are drunk."

"So... don't you want to fuck me? I know you do! Your HARD COCK wants me and that is good enough don't ya think!!!"

How could I refuse? I leaned down and kissed the left tit then the right. Her moan was loud in my ears.

"Yes," she hissed. "Make love to them, please!" I did just that cupping them feeling their weight in my hands and then I suckled one nipple then the other. I kneaded the globes of flesh as I offered up my worship to her sensitive nipples.

"Oh god that feels so good!" She moaned louder now as the pleasure flooded her body. I flickered my tongue over her nipples and she stiffened and grabbed my shoulders in an almost painful grip. I knew somehow that she had just come. She lowered her head to my shoulder and panted in my ear. I teased her nipples and this time her teeth sank into my exposed flesh as another orgasm tore through her. "Unnn unnn unnnnn..."she growled as the second climax subsided.

She rose and practically tore off her jeans revealing a perfectly bald pussy. I could see it was dripping with juices and once the jeans were off she got on hands and knees and crawled over to me. She took my cock in hand and I moaned at her touch. The tip was covered in precum, which she licked away like a kid with an ice-cream cone. I jumped at the first few licks but then she buried it in her mouth and this time I really felt the warmth and the wetness. Her tongue swirled around the shaft and head as her head began to move up and down. She took my hands and placed them on either side of her head and taking her meaning I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and began fucking her mouth. She moaned each and every time my cock teased her throat. I wanted to cum inside of her but I would let things proceed as they were going. It was my time to moan as the pleasure she was giving me flowed like a warm river. I didn't care that she was my sister nor did I care if anyone else walked in on us. I wanted only to pleasure her and she me.

She sat up further and wrapped her soft firm tits around my hard throbbing cock. She glanced up and smiled fiercely before moaning.

"How do you like them now lover? Want me to make you cum with my tits?"

"Oh god yes!" I growled as she began to rock as her flesh sent shivers of pleasures through me. I gripped the arms of the chair as I felt my own orgasm building. She flickered her tongue over the head of my sensitive cock. I loved her for teasing me but soon I would have to bury my cock inside of her or send her to bed. The pleasure was too much and I knew I could not send her to bed now.

"God I need to feel that pussy of yours wrapped around me!" I snarled. She lifted her head up and away from me and I saw in her eyes the same burning hunger that tore at me.

"Yes! I want to feel you deep inside of me!" She growled in response and rose to her feet. "How do you want me? On my knees? On my back? Or bent over something? Just tell me and I will gladly do it!" Her voice was shaky she was in such need of a severe pussy pounding grudge fuck.

"Grab your ankles!" I said never hesitating. She complied without missing a beat and just like that I was staring at her ass, those long legs of her and those lust filled eyes begging me to not be gentle but fuck her without mercy.

"Do you like what so see?" she said moaning. I could only nod before rising to my feet and walking towards her. I was so excited my cock stuck out like a flagpole. She reached up and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I could see both of her holes her soaked pussy and her tiny anus. When I was close enough I touched her ass cheeks gently as if in a dream caressing her flesh gently and I saw Goosebumps rise where I touched her. Then I grabbed her by her hips and let the head of cock find its prize. It slipped in without any resistance and with a slow deliberate motion of my hips I was soon buried deep inside my sister's womb.

"Oh goddamn that feels so good!" I told her.

"I may not be Asian but I bet this beats jacking off!" She moaned to me.

"Oh yes indeed!" I said as I started to move my hips slowly taking my pleasure from her tight wet slit. "It is like liquid heat, wrapped so tight and firm around me."

"And just think you can have this whenever you want from now on." She promised. I was in shock for just a moment then I smiled and began to fuck her with hard sharp thrusts of my hips.

"Take that..." I said as I rammed my cock home over and over again. "...and that and that you naughty little slut!"

"Oh god yes!!! Fuck me!!!" She howled, as the depths of her pussy were being pounded fast and hard. I slapped her ass as I drilled harder and harder. "Oh yes fuck my tight little pussy!!! I have been ever so naughty and need to be punished!!!"

I pulled back paused for a moment and drove my hips forward as hard as I could. She let out a deep 'unnn' and begged for more and I gave her just that. Soon we were both perspiring sweat beading on our skin and I was ready for a different position from sister dearest.

"I need you to ride me!" I said as I pulled out and lay on the floor.

She stood up straight and looked down at me grinning like a Cheshire cat. She then straddled me and slowly lowered her dripping pussy down and impaled herself on my fleshy spike. She let out a long deep moan as she savored every inch of my cock. When she had at last fully settled on my hips she took my hands and placed them on her firm young breasts. Then my lover began to rise and fall, lift and drop onto my cock. With each downward movement she let out a noise. At first she gasped, then she was moaning and finally as she reached her best speed she was crying out 'YES' over and over again. Then I began to thrust upwards with my hips to meet her halfway and she screamed as her body shook in an orgasmic fit. I continued to fuck her even as she stopped moving enjoying the pleasure gripping her.

"Oh my god!" She whispered.

Then her eyes lit up with surprise as her pussy gripped me as another climax snuck up on her. She tossed her head back and just howled in a wordless scream. I watched as my cock moved piston-like in and out of her I was fixated with the scene before me. She begged me to stop but I couldn't if I wanted to. She collapsed on top of me and grabbed at me stopping me from taking my pleasure from her.

"I need to rest please!" She begged me.

"Have you always been so easy to send into multiple climaxes?" I asked.

"Uh huh." She whispered nodding as she struggled to get her breathing under control. "How long have you wanted to fuck me?" The way she said 'fuck me' was like an aphrodisiac and I felt myself getter harder than ever before.

"A long time and you?" I responded rolling us over so that she was on her back.

"Ever since I saw you in the shower one day..." She said biting her lip in a very sexy way. "...are you going to fuck my pussy some more mister?"

My response was to put both of her legs over my shoulders. Then I began to move and her eyes closed and her breathing became labored again. I rocked my hips forward and back quickly building up a hard deep rhythm.

"It's MY turn!" I said as I fucked her as brutal as I could.

The sound of our bodies slapping was music to my ears. I began to grunt in time with each and every slap. I could feel my cock begin to swell signaling a strong orgasm. She apparently could feel it as well.

"Yessssss!" my sister howled as our bodies crashed against one another. "Fuck me HARDER!!! Come on and drive that cock into ME!!!"

I slammed my hips forward and back as hard as I could trying to drill through her and into the floor. Suddenly I felt that tickling sensation that told me it wasn't long now.

"Oh god I am going to come!" I cried out.

"Fill me up give me every last drop!!" She screamed.

When I was past the point of no return I pulled back and slammed my cock as deep as it would go and held it there as my juices mixed with hers. I nearly crushed her as I fell on top of her panting then slowly I rolled off and smiling stared up at the ceiling. She laid herself across my chest purring in my ear.

"I could definitely get used to this!" She said tracing a finger over my chest.

"Could you now?" I asked.

"Mmmhmmm!" she purred.

* * *

My fingers slid through her hair and played with her locks. She moaned her pleasure as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of my cock. It was quite the trick to keep my eyes on the road as we drove towards downtown and the movie theatre. It was my sister's idea to give me some much needed road head as we traveled to our destination. We stopped at an electric signal and her head bobbed up and down sucking so hard her cheeks caved in.

"If you keep that up I am going to shoot down your throat!" I told her.

This only inspired her even more to get me off. She took her small hand and wrapped it around the shaft and stroked it while her mouth worked tactile wonders on the head of my cock. The light turned green and it took all my control to keep the car on the road as I felt my climax getting closer and closer. It was then that I noticed we had an admirer a stunning blonde in a convertible. Both cars stopped at another electric signal and we were side by side my sister and I looked over and we all smiled. The light turned green and soon the convertible was behind us following to the movie theatre. My cock swelled in my sister's mouth and she formed a seal with her lips and waited eagerly for my hot load to pulse down her throat. She didn't have to wait long the combination of her hand and lips did the magic of releasing a torrent of cum that shot hard down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. Her hand milked the shaft making sure of that. When she was sure she tucked me in and zipped me up. As she sat up she did a little wipe the corners of her mouth gesture just to make sure she had not missed any.

"Like?" she asked beaming up at me.

"No, I loved it. You know I adore your lips wrapped around me especially when I am driving."

"Yes! And I love giving you head every chance I can!" She said a sparkle in her eye.

"By the way you look damn fine today!" I praised her of her attire, which comprised of a t-shirt cut off just low enough to not show her breasts. She wore no bra today and the short shorts were barely there. "I wouldn't raise my arms over my head today if I were you."

"Why not?" she said doing just that and exposing the lower half of those perfect globes that were her tits.

"Tease!" I said mockingly.

"Man whore!" she said back.

"Slut!" I shot back grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes and I am your slut you just remember that!"

"How could I forget you just made me the most satisfied man on the planet?"

"Yes I did, didn't I?" She muttered licking her lips. "I get so hungry for your touch, your taste and the way you fill me up so nicely."

The theatre appeared and we entered the parking lot and found a nice secluded spot. The sun was still out but it would not be when the movie was over. I got out then walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for her. She stepped out and took my hand and exited the car like royalty. Our new friend walked over and it took everything I had not to gape in wonder at her beauty. She was tall and all leg, tits and a great ass I was guessing. She pulled down her sunglasses and smiled brilliantly.

"I am Natasha and you are my new American friends yes?" Her Russian accent was enticing and I felt my cock stir in my jeans for the second time today. Being the gentleman I was I offered Natasha my left arm and Sis my right. We walked to the front of the theatre in a slow measured step.

"People are staring!" Sis whispered.

"Well yeah at the most beautiful girls in the world." I told them.

"All the guys are staring at our tits!" she whispered again.

"It must be that lust inspiring shirt of yours."

"Yes it must be. How they must envy you." She said chewing on my ear then moving my hand from her waist to her ass.

We paid for the movie, popcorn, soda and snacks and were soon in the shadowy confines of theatre number three. After we were seated I lifted the armrests that separated the three of us and we snuggled together. We patiently waited for the movie to start before the teasing began. The rules of the game were simple we could touch and caress but nothing more than that I explained to our new Russian friend. This was supposed to be two hours of foreplay. The previews began and I felt their hands working on freeing me. The cool breeze was pleasant and then the warmth of someone's mouth on me and right then and there the rules went out the window. I looked down the there was my sister holding my cock for the Russian as she went down on me.

"I guess her English is not so good," my sister said doing her best Russian accent.

I moaned as quietly as I could but damn this gal could suck a cock! Then the little minxes took turns sucking me off. I sat back, closed my eyes and just enjoyed the ride. It didn't take long for them to drive me over the edge and with a few healthy swallows the Russian drank the first load of cum she would enjoy this day.

The movie was a bit of a blur as my attention was elsewhere through most of it. After the movie the three of us left the theatre arm in arm as we had arrived and Natasha offered us to go back to her place a five star hotel not too far away. I looked at my sister and she gave me the nod so we followed our new Russian friend to her temporary digs. There was valet parking and we walked into a huge crowd of well dressed men and women mingling in the lobby. Camera flashes went off like lightning momentarily blinding me. I blinked away the spots before my eyes before asking Natasha what she did for a living.

"I am fashion model darling and you are now part of the inner circle I hope you enjoy yourselves." Natasha said just before the photographers rushed her asking who we were and our relationship to her. Then a older woman came over to my sister and looked her over with a keen eye then announced to anyone who could hear that her newest model had been found. Sis blinked in surprise and looked at me with star struck wonder.

"What do I do?" she asked me.

"Well I would run with it if I were you." I told her.

"And who are you my dear young man?" The older woman asked me.

"I am her brother and her agent as it happens I think we need to talk." I said on the fly.

"I think you are right, but not now tonight we celebrate!" She said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

Soon champagne was flowing and I had a good buzz going when I was approached by the woman who had just hired my sister for a new career opportunity. She took my arm and led me away from the crowd. When we far away enough that the voices were just a dull noise she leaned up and kissed me.

"Gods you are so handsome!" she said after breaking our kiss. "I would do anything for you to make me feel like a woman."

"Anything?" I asked her the alcohol making me brave.

"Yes anything..." she giggled.

"Get on your knees..." I said and smiling she complied. "...now unzip me." She followed my order without missing a beat. I was rock hard and needed some loving.

"Now suck me off..." I moaned.

She took me in her mouth and made love to my cock. She licked and sucked it with a passion that could only be called worship. She began to moan while she let the length tickle her throat sending luscious vibrations through me.

"You are being a good little slut I might actually fuck you if you are lucky."

Those words made her redouble her efforts to please me she was deepthroating me before long taking every inch into her mouth and throat. She didn't hands anymore and used those to hold onto my ass for leverage so she could mouth fuck me more easily. I bit back moans and encouraged her even more.

"I think it's time for my cock to get buried in that pussy of yours what do you think?"

With a pop my cock came free of her mouth and she shakily came to her feet. Without a word she led me to an empty banquet room. I grabbed a chair and bent her over it lifting her dress over her ass cheeks and found her pussy immediately accessible as she wore no panties. I eased my cock into her and found her slit soaked with need. Soon I was buried inside of her and moving in and out slowly enjoying her pussy.




Voyeur



"Damn your pussy is so tight... so wet..." I told her.

"Oh god it has been so long!" She moaned to me. "I need a good fucking!"

Not wanting to disappoint her I gave her just that. I took my time and made lover to her pussy with my cock. I drug out each and every orgasm from her before she begged me to come.

"Please come for me!" She begged.

"Where shall I cum? In your mouth? In your pussy? Or..." I left it unsaid.

"You want to fuck my ass?" She asked me.

"I leave that to you." I told her.

She shivered with need and pondered my offer. She stuck a finger in her mouth then in her pussy and finally the wet finger slid into her ass.

"Decisions decisions..." she moaned. "I haven't had a cock in my ass for years. No one has been so bold as to ask for it until now."

"You are a powerful woman." I said.

"Outside the bedroom I am, but inside I need someone to tell me what I need. To take away all the pressure and decision making," She whispered.

"Then go sit on the banquet table and lie back with your ass as close to the edge as possible." I directed her.

With an almost childlike glee she made her way to the table and followed my instructions to the letter. I followed her over and smiled down at her.

"I am going to fuck your ass and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

She just moaned at my words as two of my fingers slid into her pussy and I fingered her for a bit getting them nice and lubed up. Then first the index finger then the middle finger entered her ass. She groaned and gasped with pleasure.

"Your fingers are in my naughty little ass!" she told me.

I began to finger fuck her ass and she just moaned all the more. It was slow at first but as she relaxed it got easier and easier until I felt she was ready for my long thick cock. I didn't warn her or even look at her face I just stared down as I removed my fingers and prepared to violate her.

"Come on slut pull those ass cheeks apart!" I told her.

"Yes Sir!" She replied following my instructions.

"Here we go!" I said as the head of cock began to push against her and she opened slowly but surely and with a 'pop' the head was in. I waited for a minute for her to get used to it before pushing and letting the shaft follow the head.

"Oh you are in my ass!" She moaned. "So deep!"

"God your ass is so tight!" I said through gritted teeth.

Then I began to move my hips forward and back fucking that tight naughty orifice. I tossed her legs over my shoulders so I could get as deep as possible. I moved slowly at first but realizing I wouldn't last long in her tight rear hole I began to pound her ass hard and fast. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as our bodies slammed into one another repeatedly. I felt my orgasm rising in me faster than I would have liked but I made the most of it. I continued to slam into her as hard and deep as I could and taking my pleasure without any regard to how much this might hurt her. Now it was my turn to bite my lip to keep from screaming as my cock swelled inside her ass signaling my imminent orgasm.

"Oh god yes fill my ass with your cum please!!!" She moaned to me.

"Oh I will my little slut!" I told her. "Here... it... comes!!!"

I groaned as I rammed my cock home one last time and gushed hot cum inside her tight ass. I ground my hips against her as pulses of fluid filled her to overflowing. I was gasping for breath and she was shaking from her own climax.

"God I needed that!" She said in a soft moan.

"So did I!" I told her as I slowly pulled my cock from her ass.

"That was intense!" She said continuing to praise me.

"You're not done yet." I told her.

"What else do you require?" She asked.

"Get down on your knees and clean off that cock that so pleasured you." I said.

Once more without a hint of hesitation she moved off the table and got down on her knees and began to lick and suck my cock clean. When she was done with that final chore she tucked me in and zipped me back up. She got to her feet with help from me and once she was standing she pulled me close. I could feel her heart racing and she just stood there purring. I put my arms around her and just let her have that moment of closeness to another human being.

"This doesn't mean I will any easier on your sister. She must earn her spot on the runway." She said into my chest.

"I am not worried my sister is a fighter she won't disappoint." I replied.

"Good this job can chew up and spit out even the best of us." She said.

"I will keep an eye out for both of you." I said.

"I..." she looked up and met my eyes and she rethought her reply, "...of course you will."

"Let's go get some more champagne I feel like celebrating!" I said pulling her back out into the organized chaos that was the preshow gala.

* * *

The private jet set down in Paris and the jetlag hit me hard. It was a feeling I was going to have to get used to. Sis and Natasha had become fast friends and I was eager to get some rest and reset my biological clock. There was a limo waiting for us and we were whisked off to the nearest five star hotel. I was too tired to take notice of the name or even which room I was in. Someone pressed a key into my hand and I was directed to the elevator and the floor button was pressed for me. The elevator reached the designated floor and I looked at the key and with only a few missteps I arrived at my room. The girls would be on a different floor so as to hinder any hanky panky. I somehow managed to get the key into the lock and opened my room. I stumbled in and arrived at the end of the bed and was asleep before I hit the covers.

I woke up from a very pleasant dream. Some beautiful young thing was giving me the most amazing head ever! She was a petite Asian girl with a nice rack and an ass that any woman would envy. Her pussy was shaved bald and smelled lightly of some fruity fragrance. I moaned in my sleep as her head bobbed up and down on me taking my entire length to the base over and over again. I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of ass and started licking her pussy. I lapped at her pussy lips in long slow measure occasionally suckling her sensitive clit. She moaned louder and louder until she seemed to have had enough teasing and switched out of the lovely sixty nine position to straddle me slowly lowering her tight Asian pussy onto my cock. We groaned in unison as I felt her tight heat envelop me. Slowly she dropped down but it wasn't long before she was riding me with slow deep movements. Her hands went to my chest to help support her as she adjusted her position so she could fuck me in hard fast strokes of her hips. She lowered her head and focused on the sensations filling her up. God this dream felt so real! I could feel her wrapped around me and the motion of the bed below the two of us. I might even cum if it keeps up like this. I haven't had a wet dream in years! She was working her hips faster now but I wanted to slow her down a bit and enjoy this. I reached up and grabbed her hips and began to thrust up with my hips. Her eyes rolled up in her head as I fucked her with slow deep thrusts of my body. Oh yes this was so much better and she let me control the depth and force of my thrusts now. Fuck this I needed to be on top! I rolled over getting her below me and scooted to the edge so I could stand on the floor and fuck her that way. I reached the position I wanted and tossed her legs over my shoulders and started to fuck her in nice slow thrusts. She began to grunt in time with my thrusts and that turned me on all the more. I thrust harder and she grunted louder. That's the ticket! I used my body weight now and slammed into her and the grunts moved up into a higher pitch as her orgasm got closer. Soon we were in a fast deep rhythm and she was squealing for me to make her cum. I felt her pussy muscles try and milk me, drive me over the edge so I quit fighting and let myself go. It was maybe a minute later when I felt I passed the point of no return and she was trembling and begging louder than ever. Then with body shaking force my orgasm crashed over me and she came with me at exactly the same moment! My heart was tripping in my chest and slowly opened my eyes waking from my dream to discover it was no dream at all. Impaled on my long thick cock was a beautiful Asian girl covered in sweat and smiling from ear to ear. I blinked a few times and started to say something but nothing seemed appropriate. She moved so that she could begin to suck my cock again and it got hard very quickly. Then the nameless girl got on her hands and knees and offered her pussy to me to be fucked from behind. I let her guide it in and soon my hands were on her hips and as I thrust forward she pushed backwards. Our bodies met with luscious force slapping loud and naughty in the morning light. She was amazing! I couldn't figure how such a petite young thing could possibly take my cock with so much ease. I wasn't complaining mind you just curious. The morning turned into lunchtime and then into dinner. We fucked until we could fuck no more. She licked me clean for the final time and lay on top of me sleeping which only exhaustion can bring.

"What did you do?" came the voice that split my sleeping brain into complete wakefulness.

"What? Who?" I muttered opening my eyes and seeing Sis' boss standing at the foot of my bed.

"What did you do to Akira?" She asked glaring at me.

"Um..." Her look told me this had better be a very good explanation. "Well truth be told we fucked non-stop for like six hours."

She blinked at me and her mouth closed and the color ran away from her face. Now she had a very thoughtful look on her face. She tried a few times to say something but stopped and pondered some more.

"Okay." She finally said to me. "If you are going to..."

"...fuck non-stop?" I added.

"Yes, fuck non-stop please do it when there isn't a show the next day."

"I agree." I said non-plus. "She was the one who came to my room but don't punish her too badly."

"No, the fact that she can't walk straight is punishment enough." She said smiling.

Well that was saying something but I had never been with an Asian gal before and I wanted to make the best of it and I had. I sat up in bed and picking up the phone called down and in my best high school French ordered something to eat.

I ate my meal out on the balcony looking out over the City of Lights still a little amazed at how things had turned out. I had quit my boring nine to five job to chaperone my sister in her career and make quite a bit of money while I was at it. I poured my fifth cup of coffee and added the required sugar and cream when I heard the door to my room open but I let my guest announce themselves. Someone coughed behind me and turned to see a man I didn't recognize flanking my sister and Akira.

"Sorry to disturb you sir but your sister and her lady friend wished to speak with you."

"Oh it's okay she is after all my sister and she," indicating Akira,"is a family friend."

"If there is nothing else sir?" the man asked.

"Actually could you have someone bring up another carafe of coffee and more sugar and cream si vous plait?"

"Very good sir," He turned and left and little while later I heard the door open then close.

"Okay you two have a seat and tell me what's going on."

"What makes you think something is going on?" My sister asked.

"I could always read you and tell when you are worried." I said looking from one to other.

"Akira has a problem and I think you can help her." Sis said.

"What kind of problem?" I asked looking straight at Akira trying to read her and amazingly she gave off little emotion for a long moment then without any warning she fell apart crying and let out soul wrenching sobs. I pulled her close to me and held her close whispering that everything was going to be okay. Finally after what seemed like forever she got her emotions under control and spoke softly to me.

"I love modeling. The travel and the people and just getting away from home and... the promise my father made years ago." Akira said on the verge of tears again.

"What sort of promise?" I asked.

"I am promised to someone. I am to marry a man many years older than myself. I do not love him and he will have me move back to Japan and have children and leave all of this." Akira said her voice flat and devoid of anything but fear.

"And your husband to be is coming to claim his bride?" I asked.

"No my father." Those three words held all the fear her world could contain.

"So what's my part in all of this?" I looked at my sister and saw the wheels turning. "And just for the record I have a bad feeling about this."

"You are going to be her round eye husband and manager." Sis said as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

"Don't you already have a manager?" I asked Akira.

"Not anymore he dropped me the minute he heard who my father was." She said sheepishly.

"Okay..." I stared my sister down, "... who is her father?"

"Nakamura Masamune." Sis said just above a whisper.

"What?" I looked at her then back at Akira. "You are Akira Masamune daughter of the famed sword smith?"

"So you too know my famed father?" Akira asked.

"Yes I am a huge fan of his work and the work of all your ancestors. I can see why your old agent dropped you, he's a dishonorable coward by the way, but I am not afraid of your father. If you want me to help you so you can be happy then I will take a stand on your behalf." I told her trying to read her expression but she was playing it close to the chest. I guess she was happy but concerned how this would all play out in the end. Hell I couldn't begin to gauge her father's reaction to this game but I was sure of one thing it was going to be interesting.

"You are willing to do this barely knowing me?" Akira said trying to figure my angle on it I was sure.

"Of course I trust my sister's judgment on this completely." I said with a smile.

"You are not like anyone I have ever met you laid it out honestly and take it or leave it that is your position." Akira said returning my smile.

"I got the honesty from my mother and the forwardness from my father. That doesn't mean I show all my cards just the ones that matter at the present. Only a fool shows his entire hand." I told her.

"You sounded just like dad." Sis interjected.

"Really? Was that a bad thing?" I asked her.

"No not at all so what's the plan?" She asked me.

"Akira, how does this have to play itself out?" I asked her.

"Well to derail my marriage to this old man I must already be married." She said.

"So a document stating that we are married won't be enough?" I asked.

"No, I don't believe so he might check public records. My father is determined and thorough and not easily dissuaded." Akira explained.

"Well let me make some phone calls and get things arranged. We can have a civil marriage and file it tomorrow; is that too soon?" I asked her watching her expression very carefully and was there just a hint of a twinkle in her eye?

"That will be very satisfactory my father will be arriving next week for my nineteenth birthday." Akira said serious once again.

"I will let you two get things organized and I will contact a justice of the peace." I said.

I sat at the bar sipping my drink pondering the life changing decisions that I had made and was waiting for the next shoe to drop. My sister's modeling career which was going quite well. My career as her and Akira's agent was blossoming nicely. Who knew maybe more girls would be knocking on my door looking for a new agent. I needed business cards I just thought to myself.

"Mind if I join you?" I heard Natasha ask from behind me. I turned to wave her over and I blinked a few times at the dress she was almost wearing. It had a plunging neckline that did little to hide her curvaceous figure and it hugged her luscious hips and cascaded almost to the floor. The material was the color of a night sky and the jewelry she wore was like stars blazing in the heavens.

"But of course!" I managed to get out somehow. "Barkeep get the lady a..."

"Champagne! We are celebrating after all." Natasha said.

"Celebrating? I am lost what are we celebrating?" I said oblivious to the speed at which news travels among peers.

"Why my dear boy your upcoming marriage," she said with a sly grin. "I think it is sweet what you are doing for Akira. Just don't get hurt on her account her father is a tyrant and a very skilled swordsman from what I hear."

"She left that part out. Sword smith yes, sword master no," I muttered between swigs of my drink.

"Only the best for our dear Natasha!" The bartender said as he offered the 'label' to me for my inspection. I glanced quickly over to her and she nodded just a hair.

"Best indeed!" I praised the bartender his choice. "Bring another glass you are drinking with us," I told him. "You will join us in a toast for my last night at playing the bachelor card."

"I hope you keep a card up your sleeve when dealing with the King of Swords." Natasha said a bit too seriously. "I like you and wouldn't want your rising star to come crashing to earth too soon. I have high hopes for you; you started out with college and a boring old job just a few short days ago and now look at you two very promising models. If you play things well you could get more and more girls to sign on for you."

"What about you? Wouldn't that cut into your income?" I asked concerned about crossing a line.

"No dear boy I make the bulk of my incredible income setting up the shows and arranging the talent. You and I are going to make an obscene amount of money together. We will get you officially licensed tomorrow not just in marriage but as an agent. I think you have an eye for seeing beneath the bullshit."

"I hope you are right." I said just as the bartender arrived with three glasses and with a joyous 'pop' the cork flew from the bottle. The champagne flowed and toasts were shared and before I knew what had hit me the third bottle of bubbly was gone.

"Let's get you to bed so you can get some rest you are going to need it." Natasha said a twinkle in her eye. We held each other up as we made it to the elevator and by some miracle survived the ride to my floor. She fumbled in my pants pocket and managed to get the key out and me hard all in one not so smooth motion. The key found the lock on the fourth try and we fell into the room in a flurry of kissing and groping. We were half naked by the time we realized the door was still open. I kicked the door shut and that's when Natasha's lips found my iron hard cock. She licked and sucked with a hunger that amazed me. I moaned all manner of dirty things to entice her all the more.

"Come on you dirty little slut suck that cock! Mmmmm that's right deepthroat me you fucking cock whore!" I watched her head bob up and down as she displayed such enthusiasm as no other woman I had ever been with. I finished getting undressed as she lowered her pussy to my cock; she enveloped me like a velvet fist. Then she was riding me like a woman possessed panting and grunting for all she was worth. She leaned forward settling her hands on my chest for better leverage and began to fuck me faster and harder. After a bit she turned around and I watched as her ass moved up and down and my cock kept disappearing into that tight pussy of hers. I started swatting that beautiful ass of hers leaving red patches that grew and grew.

"You like my pussy mister?" Natasha moaned. "It's so tight no?"

"Yes I like your pussy! Are you ready for a real pounding?" I asked her.

"Yes! Pound my tight lil pussy mister!" She moaned.

"Get up so I can take over you fuckin' slut." I growled at her.

She did as she was told and I told her to lie on the ground and I positioned her like I wanted. I grabbed her by her hips and lifted bringing her up on her shoulders with her pussy pointed at the ceiling. I straddled her and eased my cock into her and she just moaned as I fed her inches. Then it wasn't long before I set up a nice deep rhythm fucking her wet slit with my aching cock. I looked down at her serene face; a face lit up in the throes of passion. She shuddered a bit just before her orgasm hit her hard and she cried out and her body shook from its intensity. I kept fucking her despite her orgasm and she was thrown into a second climax even before the first had ended. I almost lost my grip on her as her body convulsed in perfect pleasure. I eased her down and onto her belly before moving behind her and slamming my cock back into her. Natasha tossed her head back and howled as I assaulted her pussy with quick hard strokes. I kept her head down but her ass as high up as I could get it.




Voyeur



"Take that you dirty whore! I am going to fill your pussy with my cum!" I told her.

I pulled back paused and then rammed my cock into her with bone jarring force. I repeated it over and over again. She closed her eyes and just went with the thrill of the moment. I leaned forward and bit her neck as I drilled her pussy with my hardness. I rammed my cock into her all the harder when I saw the expression on her face. She was in heaven and I wanted no more than to push her over the edge one last time. I stared to pant as I felt my own orgasm building quickly now.

"I am so close!" I told her. "Shall I fill your pussy or spray your tits and face?"

"Fuck my tits please! Come all over me!" She moaned.

I pulled out and rolled her onto her back before straddling her tits that she was pushing together. I love fucking her tits they are so soft and warm. I slid my cock between them and started thrusting. She flickered her tongue over the head of my dick when it appeared. It wasn't long now I could feel the wave of pleasure cresting inside of me. Through gritted teeth I moaned her name and she opened her mouth to receive my gift to her. Two seconds. Time seemed to slow and each thrust lasted a minute. Then with a cry of bliss my cock blasted pulses of cum over her tits and some even into her open mouth. She leaned up and took the head into her mouth and started stroking the shaft to milk every drop from me. I think I passed out then...

I smelled food and heard someone near me. I cracked an eye and there was my sweet little sister bringing me breakfast in bed. Her hair was still wet and all she wore was a puffy white robe provided by the hotel. She helped me sit up and placed the tray over my lap. She then began feeding me.

"Natasha is in worse shape than you." Sis said.

"Yeah," I asked.

"Yeah you must've fucked her rotten brother of mine. She was unable to walk she was so pleasantly sore." Sis explained.

"Serves her right," I said. "How are you?"

"Horny, all the guys my age are gay and I am just not into women." She replied.

"Pity I would've liked to see you and Akira do the nasty." I said smiling.

"What is it with men and two women?" Sis asked me.

"Two beautiful women pleasuring each other: getting all wet and hungry for cock and then being there to fuck both of them. Now that's entertainment." I told her.

"Okay I get it now." Sis moaned.

"Just imagine yourself with two or even three guys; one for each hole." I said. "Now that would make your day wouldn't it?"

"Oh god yes it would!" She said moaning deeper. "Would you fuck me? I need it so bad my pussy is practically dripping."

"Well I do need to take a shower," I pondered. "If my cock just happened to slip and land inside a dripping pussy that wouldn't be my fault would it?"

"Oh no not at all," Sis moaned. "I'll start your water.

She stood up and turned and walked away and somewhere along the way she lost her robe. God's what a fine ass she has. I finished breakfast and Sis returned to get the tray. Her c-cup tits brushing against my arm when she did so; when she turned she bent over and as she had said her tight lil pussy was soaked.

"I told you so," she said over her shoulder.

"Just get my shower ready." I said.

I rose from the bed and headed for the shower and there was Sis waiting the hunger burning fierce in her eyes. Without a word she proceeded to take my clothes off brushing against me so that her erect nipples touched my bare skin. When I was as naked as she, she took me by the hand and led me into the walk in shower. She closed the frosted glass door before dropping to her knees and took my hardness into her mouth. Sis' tongue swirled around the head bringing guttural groans from me. Soon her head was moving forward and back deepthroating me with amazing ease on her part. Then when she felt I was ready she stood then turned away from me and backed her soaked pussy onto my iron hard cock. The head parted her lips before moving deep into her warm wet tightness. We groaned together when I was as deep as I could go. She began to move fucking me with her pussy and I looked down watching my dick disappear inside of her over and over again. God she was tight and it felt so damn good! Suddenly the door opened and there stood a naked Akira with nipples hard and a hungry look on her face to match Sis' any day of the week.

"Thought I might find you too in here when no one answered the door," Akira said as she approached me and drew me into a soulful kiss.

"Oh your cock feels so good!" Sis said as Akira and I kissed deeper still our tongues dueling now and I felt my dick get harder still inside that wonderful pussy.

With a gentle hint I began to fondle Akira's tits and nipples and she and Sis were moaning in unison now. I teased her tits as the tight pussy squeezed me now like a warm velvet fist. Sis was moving with deliberate backward thrusts now driving herself onto my cock as hard as she could manage.

"I think she likes your dick," Akira said.

"Yeah I think you are right." I replied.

"After she comes it's my turn to get impaled." Akira said in a low moan.

"I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me again Akira," I said hungry for her.

I grabbed Sis by her hips and began fucking her in hard powerful thrusts. She lowered her head and simply moaned for all she was worth as words seemed to escape her. It didn't take long to feel her pussy start to spasm around me and Sis' wordless scream fill the air. I kept thrusting into her until she begged me to stop. Then I backed off and Akira assumed the position against the far wall her back parallel with the floor and her pussy begging to be fucked. I walked over and lined up the head of my cock with her pussy and looked over my shoulder at Sis who was smiling ear to ear.

"Watch this," I told Sis.

I rammed my hips forward and Akira bit back a scream of her own as I began to fuck her hard and fast. Sis watched with an eagerness that surprised me.

"Do I look like that when you fuck me?" Sis asked me.

"Yes you do," I said.

I fucked Akira harder and faster now the slapping of our bodies louder than the falling water from the shower head. Akira was grunting in time with my thrusts and that made me all the hornier.

"Un un un un..." Akira moaned.

"So fucking tight!" I said.

"Mmmm you should see her face brother of mine." Sis said.

"Describe it to me," I said.

"Well her eyes are almost closed by not quite. The expression is priceless like a porcelain mask made to show the perfect bliss. The way she is moaning and biting her lip to keep from screaming; now that gets me how because I know that's what I look like when I am impaled on you. It looks like she is very close to coming, isn't that right Akira?"

Akira could only nod and focus on all the pleasure coursing through her body. She began to move backwards now to meet each of my thrusts and I knew she was close, very close. Suddenly without warning her pussy grabbed me so hard I couldn't thrust forward any further and her back arched as a primal scream escaped her as her body was wracked in a very powerful orgasm. She shook like she was hit by a powerful electric current then slowly her body relaxed and I could pull my cock free. Akira spun and dropped to her knees and began sucking me off. Her hunger was undiminished as her fist jacked me off and her lips formed a tight seal around the head. It wasn't long before she was swallowing the powerful pulses of cum shooting down her delicate throat. She kept squeezing the shaft until she had every last drop. Sis watched all this in amazement.

"Damn that was hot!" Sis said aloud.

"Tell me about it," I replied.

"Happy?" Akira asked me.

"What do you think?" I asked her.

"Mmm I think you would be happier fucking us both at once." Akira said.

"I can't argue with your logic," I said smiling.

"It's worth a try," Sis said surprising me.

"Then let's make a date of it after the wedding." Akira said with an evil grin on her face. "I only want to make my future husband happy."

"Oh this is better than any man deserves." I said aloud.

"No, you deserve to be happy." Akira and Sis said in unison then they looked at each other and smiled.



Voyeur



(Based on true events.....)

I don't know when I became a voyeur.

Maybe it was all that xxx movies I saw or perhaps it was the lustful face of the women, which made me attracted to this type of perversion. Thinking back the past incidents seems funny and at the same time exciting.

I would like to bring out some of the few incidents in my life, which I find out to be exciting and which I am sure many of you might have tried it. This might not be a full- fledged sexual story but it does have some sizzling moments especially if you are a voyeur or love to dare.

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My first collection of thoughts on steps to voyeur is the incident which happened by a slip-up.

I was in Dubai at that time. My best friend was Ramnath. His mother was very friendly with us. Recalling the moment now, I think she might have been a voyeur. Her name was Shalini meaning elegant one.Sometimes I used to stay back and spend the night there. The flat was a small one, with only one bedroom. Therefore the only privacy room was the bedroom. The exciting moment was when his mother used to change in the night, in front of us thinking we were asleep, every night. In case we were not asleep she would tell us to cover our face with our hands, but we used to peep in between our fingers. She either didn't know we were peeping or didn't care. Anyway we had no complaint. Ramnath had no problem me watching her, in fact he liked it. He used to call me when she would take bath. We would sit in the bedroom playing as innocent people. Unknown that we were there she would wrap a towel on her body and come out. She had a beautiful smile and long legs. When she would see us she would smile and ask us to leave. We never had any intention to see beyond. Her smile and wet body draped in towel was enough for us to get wet dreams.

One day Ramnath suggested hiding under the bed. It was a turning moment for our sexual life and a cherished moment. We covered ourselves in a sheet and hid under the bed when she went to take her bath. Usually the dirty sheets are tugged under the bed for the servant to take them. So it was easy for us. Ramnath`s mother came from the out wrapped in towel as usual. Toweling her hair, she walked to the bed room door and locked it. We peeped outside. There was a crazy sensation in us. We knew what we were doing was wrong yet it felt exciting. She sat down on a stool in front of the dressing table and combed her hair, then applied powder on her body. She used some perfume to rub on her body and we felt a soothing smell surround us. She suddenly got up and began to look around. We got worried. Was she looking for us? Did she hear any sound? We crept in to our sheets. She opened her cupboard and sat on her legs, looking through the last shelf. She picked up something and got up. As she got up the towel loosened and fell down near us. I got worried that she would pick the towel and find us. After some time we heard no noise. We slowly crept out from our sheets to check. We could still see Ramnath`s mothers legs. Gathering courage we looked out. We were stunned.

Ramnath's mother was standing stark naked. She was standing in front of a mirror we had a good view of both her front and back which send tingles to our little dicks. Ramnath's mother was curling her hair with her eyes fixed on her curls. We watched he boobs which looked like ripe mangoes. Her nipple was pink and its bud aroused. Her navel and stomach was like an art of a goddess. Her pussy hair was curled and thick black in color. Her ass was large yet not vulgar. It looked like two water melons. We watched in awe at the beautiful structure. We were brought to our senses when the noise of placing the comb reached our ears. She had finished curling and placed it in the drawer. We withdrew to our sheets. 

Ramnath's mother picked the towel from the ground without seeing us and wrapped it around her body. We were smiling at each other when suddenly Ramnath's mother squatted on the floor. We thought we were caught and trembled. She had her back against us. Lowering her knee, she was searching for something under the cupboard. We watched her ass. It was so near us. Suddenly she bends forward reaching out to the end. In this process her towel around her body went up. She held it but the towel was up and covered only half her ass. As she dug deeper under the cupboard, her ass cheeks opened and we saw her asshole. The asshole so open was a rare treat and never ever possible. We looked at her widened ass cheeks. The pink asshole seemed so inviting. It seemed like it was inviting us in. We wanted to put our finger in it as we saw it contract. We were sure it would easily gain access. The view soon ended as she got what she was searching. It was her high heeled slipper.

We had a good laugh on it later but that picture of her ass and the asshole opening slowly remained vivid in my mind till date. It made me a great fan of women's ass. She never knew that we saw her naked but our small dicks tinkled whenever she turned around. 

I learned the art of masturbating years later, giving my evergreen hardon a rest. I learnt it when I went for a haircut, just behind our house. The barber was vigorously battering his dick over a semi nude filmstar`s picture in a magazine. He didn't stop even as he saw me but asked me,

"Does your thing leak milk?" 

I didn't understand what he meant, but as soon as I reached home, I started rubbing and doing as he had done. After some time I felt something rush up. I felt my eyes swoon and something gripped over me. I almost fainted as something leaked out of my dick. It took some time for me to register the white liquid that had come out of my dick, draining all my strength and which would be an integral part of my life. Once I learned to masturbate, I wanted to masturbate over every nude or exposing picture of women. Soon I wanted to watch in real. In those days we didn't get XXX VCD easily as we get XXX DVD now. So it was a festival if we got one. My eyes longed for a real one. It was soon to change.

One day when my mom was bathing in the night and I was waiting for her to come out, I saw a ray of light coming out through a gap. My evil mind awoke. The bathroom was outside our house. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then proceeded with a wild beating heart, to see if I could see anything. I had to kneel down to get my eye to the gap. At first I saw nothing, just the yellow light of the bulb. Suddenly my mom`s leg appeared frightening me out of my skin. I thought I was caught but she had just moved. I peeped in once again. She was naked with droplets of water on her body. She had huge boobs and was applying soap on it. Her nipples were standing out as if aroused. I watched her bounce her boobs around as she applied all over her softness. I followed her hands down as it led to her navel and then to her pussy. Her pussy was all covered with hair. She turned around and applied soap on her thighs and legs. As she bends I remember Ramnath's mother. My mom's ass was not as beautiful or large as hers but still looked good. As she bends, my eye suddenly went to the position between her legs. I found a secret drawer. It emerged like lips, making me feel more erotic. Later I understood that would be the destination of every man. I found myself reaching for my dick and began to masturbate, seeing the first view of an inner woman. I covered my dick with my hand while I ejaculated as never before and ran to wash seeing that my mother had begun to dress after her bath.

From then on I masturbated daily seeing her nudity. It was not always bath I got to see. Sometimes she would urinate other times even doing her toilet. I always feasted on her nakedness for my masturbation. Sometimes she would have finished her bathroom and toilet by the time I reach from school. That day I would wait for the night. In the night when she is asleep, I would lift her dress and shine a torch to see her panties. That would be my feast. Soon I began to touch her or bump in to her by mistake. Sometimes I would dust her back saying there is powder. The turning point was soon to come.

One day I was in my room. I felt mighty horny and covered myself with a sheet after removing my shorts and played with my dick. Suddenly mom came in to know why I had tucked myself in so early. I removed my hands lay as if nothing, but my body betrayed me. Without my shorts no one was there to control my dick. It shot up and stood like a pole under the sheet.

"What are you hiding under the sheet?" mom asked.

"Nothing."

Unexpectedly she grabbed my dick and I pulled away embarrassed. She was surprised and still couldn't believe it was my dick. She pulled off the sheet and my dick shamelessly waved to her. She let go of the sheet and quickly changed the subject to homework and left, but I could see she was shaken. Either she was worried that her son had grown up or she suddenly remembered her husband's dick. That incident had left me stunned and embarrassed but later when I thought about it, it made me horny. 

The first touch of a woman on my dick and that woman was my mother! 

It felt like heaven and real material for me to be horny. Soon I began to develop the one line story and visualize for my masturbation, till one day I wondered why I didn't make my fantasy to a reality. I began to think and rethink for a fool proof scheme to fulfill my lust.

One day I walked to the kitchen and acted as if falling on the floor. Mom rushed to me and helped me up. 

"Are you hurt?"

I nodded.

"Where?"

I was waiting for that normal question. My heart began to beat fast. The answer to this normal question which every mom asks their children was going to change my life. I pointed to my dick. For a second she was discomfited, but seeing my crying face she wanted to help me. 

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Bring some warm oil," I said.

When she went to kitchen I removed my shorts and sat in my underwear. She returned with the oil in a bowl and was surprised. I didn't look at her face but told her to hold the bowl towards me. I took some oil in my fingers and facing her, pulled down my underwear. My dick jumped out. I watched her face with evil glee. She was surprised and at the same time discomfit. She didn't know how to handle the situation and was watching the events stunned. I applied oil on my dick then pulled my foreskin down and applied on the top. After a few seconds massage with oil on my foreskin pulled down dick, I released my foreskin. Taking some oil in my fingers, I let the drops fall inside my foreskin whilst I pulled it to a side. Then as if mixing the oil in between my foreskin and dick I began to pump my dick. I spread my legs little, so that my sack could get little movement as I masturbated in front of my mother. She didn't understand and thought it was a part of applying oil. Watching my mom's embarrassed face my shameless dick ejaculated startling her. She took a step back as the sperms leaped as to reach her pussy. I held on to my dick pulling my foreskin farthest till the last drop of my cum finished erupting out. She was still watching, not knowing what to do as I smiled at her.

For a few days both mom and me were tight lipped, not knowing how to break the silence, but soon I went back to my habit of watching my personal xxx movies and reading sex stories making my lust grew. One day when she was preparing breakfast I walked to her with zip open and dick hanging out. She was flabbergasted and looked at me but I moved around as if I didn't know.

"Varun, Your zip is open!" she said.

"Yeah, I know. The zip got broken."

"But.....but it's hanging out," she said.

"No, I threw the broken zip away," I said acting innocent.

"No—I meant your .... Thing."

"What thing?" 

She desperately pointed to my dick. Without looking down I stood erect and let my dick rise and fall and said, "What?"

She started to ogle and action but no words came out. She started pointing as if crazy. I looked down.

"Oh, I am sorry. It's because my zip was open," I said as if surprised and put my man in.

"But weren't you wearing your underwear?"

"O yeah, but it just pops out," I said as I forced my dick out without touching it. She was appalled.

"It has come out again," she said watching the dick wriggle like a dog's tail.

"O let it be. I am fed up of putting it in. I am going out. All other dresses are wet."

"Like that?" she said horrified.

"Yeah."

"Give it to me. I will stitch it for you."

I followed her to the machine room. She took out her sewing machine and got ready. I removed my pants and threw it to her and patted my dick.

"Go cover up yourself with something!" she said.

"Why should I? You are my mom. Are you disgusted by your son's nakedness?"

"It's not appropriate."

"Why? You used to give me bath and I have been naked in front of you many times."

"That's different and moreover you have grown up now."

"But you are my same mom for me."

"Don't argue," she said getting angry.

"I wouldn't mind if you were naked in front of me."

She gave me a ferocious look and said, "I don't like your talk."

I kept silent but stood there. She stitched the pant while I stood with my dick hanging out of my underwear and watching her boobs. She gave me the pants and walked away as I put my pants on. I was happy with this small incident. I was getting more and more courageous. 

We used to watch Star movies -- that time that was the only channel we had for English movies. She liked Sylvester Stallone movies. So one day when she said she wanted to see the First blood as they were airing it at 9pm, my mind started to scheme. I had an xx movie of Stallone -- well xxx in India -- it was called Itallian Stallone (I still have it). So I put it in the VCD and waited. She was in front of the TV from 8.30pm itself. She was glued to the screen as it started. I watched her face when they bring Stallone naked. Her eyes were fastened to his ass as they pumped water on him. Soon the ad came and she went to the kitchen. I had the vcd on and paused at the particular point I wanted. As soon as I heard her coming, I switched from advertisements. The scene was Stallone on a bed reading a book. Seeing Stallone, she quickly took up her place on the sofa and eagerly watched. Stallone then left the house in a car to his friend's house. Now the scene showed a Negro -- woman dancing. Stallone joined her in a few steps, then sat back to see her dance with his friends which consisted of 2 men and three women. Soon the black lady was undressing till she was naked. My mom's eyes bulged out. It widened more when she saw Stallone dancing naked, with his small dick dangling around. She forgot I was there and watched it. Stallone and others joined in and they were soon fucking the black women followed by the others. Suddenly the telephone rang, startling us both. She went to attend the phone and I removed the vcd and went back to the TV film first blood where Stallone was rushing through the forest. Mom walked in hesitating and sat down. She watched the movie in utter silence, not believing what she saw. 'Was that the famous actor Sylvester Stallone dancing naked and fucking the girls?' that might have been the question ringing in her mind and she might have thought it was screened by the Cable TV. She looked at me, but I sat there as if I didn't notice anything.

The next day I loosened the screws on the lock of the bathroom. I told her I am going to my friend's house and hid myself on the terrace of the saloon. From there I could see the bathroom. I waited and by evening she came to take bath. I waited for her to get in. then slowly came down and stopped to hear the bathing noise. As the bathing noise started, I undressed myself fully and peeped in. I was waiting for her to apply soap on her face. As soon as she applied the soap on her face, I shoved the door. The screws flew off and the door opened. My mother was stark naked in front of me. She was startled.

"Who is it?" she asked splashing water on her face to wash of the soap.

She got angry when she saw me. Then suddenly remembered she was naked. She covered herself with her hands and turned around. A fan of buttocks, my dick arose. I was masturbating looking at my mom's ass while she realized the dreadful truth. She tried to grab her clothes but I blocked her. I squeezed her soft butt taking in the softness as a drug addict takes his dose. She was shocked and slapped me. Her shout fell on my deaf ears. I was feasting on her naked beauty as I masturbated. As I was about to cum, I turned her and pressed my dick on her wet ass. She tried to push me but was too late. I held her as I ejaculated on her wet buttocks. As she felt the hot cum shoot on her ass, she pushed me and ran out naked in to the house. The softness was driving me crazy. I wiped myself and came out like Hercules. 

Suddenly I saw the barber sitting on the terrace. He had seen everything. He was looking at me with a sly grin. He got up and walked off without saying a word.

My voyeurism increased from that point with my mom's silence. She couldn't tell anyone about me, not even my father. I would unzip in front of her and wonk my dick at her. Sometimes I would just masturbate on her while she was making her breakfast. It made me great mood seeing her disgusted and helpless face. Sometimes there would be a push and pull when I press my dick on her ass but she would stand still once the cum flows on her. Her silence made me braver and I tried to do it in front of other girls too.

The first one I tried on was my neighbor` daughter. She used to come to the terrace. Our house was situated behind her house. So I could hear the back door open. That sound meant someone was going to climb up the terrace. Sometimes after her wash, she would come to the terrace to put her clothes to dry. Her house was one-storey but ours was two storeys, so when I was in my room on the 1st floor, I could see anyone climbing on the stairs or if anyone was on the stairs. 

One day I heard her washing her clothes on a stone. I waited and watched. As soon as I saw her collect all her clothes and getting ready to come up, I got ready. I undressed and acted as if I was dressing. Sideways I looked with my eyes. She had reached the terrace. She placed the bucket full of clothes on the ground and was putting the clothes on the rope when she saw me. For a second she was stunned to see me fully naked and turned her face away, then slowly looked again. I pretended not to notice her. She looked in between as she hung her clothes. I turned towards her as if not knowing that she was there and rubbed my dick, then pulled the fore skin back to project my pink head. She watched not believing that I was playing with my dick. I could hold no longer and ejaculated. Seeing the white overflow, she left the bucket of clothes and ran down. Later her elder sister came and hung the clothes. I got worried. I thought maybe she complained to someone. But no one came. After few days she came up again and I was relieved. I soon undressed and began my play as she hung her clothes.

Soon I got bolder and would stand at my gate near the road side and show off my nakedness to the school girls and enjoy at their surprised face. Soon girls began to avoid the passage in front of my house and my thirst grew. I soon shifted my hunt to other places. Bus and park were my favorites. Ladies with good ass or boobs were my pickups. I didn't care if they were alone or with a man. Because even if they were with men, they seldom told to them and if they did I would always say I was going to urinate because I couldn't hold on and she looked at it. Most of them won't go for a fight even if they know that I am lying because it would get ugly and she would be humiliated. If they try to go on a fight, my question in front of all would be to ask her if my dick was aroused or short. This would embarrass her. She couldn't say it was big or small or aroused. Even if she had the courage the next question would be if my foreskin was up or down and if that answered the next question would be what I did with my dick -- did I masturbate or just show her and so on. The crowd would also love it. The crowd always jumps to protect a woman but actually they always come to see if they could get a chance to molest her or see her nakedness or at least her embarrassment. If they had a chance they would be the molesters than saviors. The incident that happened on the New Year eve is an example.




Voyeur



During the New Year time almost all are 85% naughty. In this case, one family consisting of father, mother, son and daughter were coming out of a hotel after celebrating. Some of the boys who were outside groped the young girl. The father, a rich person stood there to argue and fight. As he argued and fought with one person, another would go and squeeze his daughter, and then he would go to that person. The brother too soon joined in to help the dad. Rapidly a crowd formed and the crowd joined in -- not to help but to grope the wife and daughter. Before long they were stripped naked and squeezed by everyone on the road. It was only when the police came that the crowd dispersed and they could leave in their car. But the police had come fifteen minutes late and by that time everyone had a good squeeze and video of squeezing in their mobiles. People were even inviting strangers to go and squeeze them. It is said that even the security guard ran and came -- to squeeze the women! 

Such is our horny crowd! 

One day when I was strolling through a park looking for my prey, I found a girl sitting alone. She was a cute little one and who appeared to be studying in a college and a shy one. She wore a churidaar. Her boobs were swelled up and I could see the top of the mounds. She seemed to be thinking something, looking over the water. I went and stood near her, then sat down with a bag on my lap. I took out a paper and began to write. Slowly I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick under the shade of my bag. She hadn't noticed till now. I coughed a little to get her attention and when I had it, I slowly lifted the bag letting her see my dick. She was taken aback. She looked at my face and I smiled. She looked once more at my wriggling dick then turned away. I got bolder and began to pat my dick in full view. She turned again and gave me a disgusted look and got up to go. As she began to walk away I went behind her and grabbed her ass. She got terrified and ran away. I was more than happy with today's work yet my mind wanted more. So I sat there waiting for my next prey.

My next prey arrived soon. She seemed around 22 or 24 years of age and had a look of newly married bride. She wore a half skirt which fell on her knees and a tight shirt. She looked around and sat on a bench. She was probably waiting for her husband or lover. Some of the modern wives wait for their husband in the park rather than at a bus top. It gives them more relaxation. Well, good for people like me. I walked towards her and started fumbling in my bag. I wanted her to have the impression that I was not going to sit there but was looking in my bag for something and would be gone soon. She glanced at me then looked ahead. I looked around. There were not many around. I pulled down my pant and underwear and stood stark naked in front of her. She looked at me and burst out laughing. Her laughter excited my nerves and I pulled back my foreskin and rubbed my dick.

"Pretty horny huh," she smiled and winked at me.

This time I was surprised. Embarrassed, I managed a smile as my dick began to droop on her sweet remark.

"Hey, what happened? It's losing its stability," she teased me. "Maybe it needs something to focus on."

Giggling, she lifted her skirt a little. My eyes swept her milky thighs to her panties. Her panties were small silk and red in color. She pulled down her panties to her knees and sat on her legs as if to urinate. I watched in awe at her pussy. The pussy lips sprouted out as her ass touched the ground. Surprised, I forgot to masturbate at this wondrous sight. She laughed as my dick began to rise and quickly got up. Pulling her panties to her ass, she ran away tittering. I stood there with my dick hanging out for some time till I regained my senses. Then quickly I pulled up my pant and ran to the bus stop.

I didn't find her anywhere. 

With a heavy heart and rock hard dick, I climbed the bus to my house. I tried to jack some women to reduce my horniness but failed. Frustrated of my lost chances I reached my house. I decided to masturbate dreaming on the cute & bold beauty. Her lips still splashed in my dirty mind and her laugh like bells ringing in my head. With dreams of her I opened the front door. My mom's ass greeted me. 

She was bending down cleaning the room. She had worn a silk dress and the dress was sucked in, to her ass cheeks, portraying her ass figure. With the cute girl's naked figure in mind, I couldn't hold any longer. Without closing the door I moved stealthily toward her. Getting my dick out I lifted her dress. She jumped up but I held her. She thought it was my usual frantic. I pulled down her panties and pressed her towards me. Her ass collided on my dick. I felt she was putting only half the resistance she normally had. She might have thought this was the usual press, squeeze and cum as I always had done, but today I was an animal. I wanted more. The figure of the woman in front of me was not of my mother but of the cute little shy girl I met in the park.

I pushed my mom on the bed and jumped on her. Parting her legs I led my john to her pussy. Alarm bells rang in her and she tried to push me off but I was heavy. I held her hands as she tried to slap and hit me. My dick like a galloping horse galloped to the pussy and sniffed around, unable to penetrate. I rubbed my dick on her pussy then holding her hands with one hand, I freed my other hand to guide my dick to her pussy. She began to wriggle as I found her pussy hole. With one finger I titillated it and then slowly pressurized my dick on her pussy hole. It slides in easily than I had anticipated. 

An 'Oomph' escaped her lips. 

Suddenly her resistance stopped and she began to shiver like an attack of fits. It had been a long time since my father was away. The pleasures pumped into her like a hurricane. Her mouth opened and eyes swooned as I rocked her. I felt her nipples rise up on my chest. I grabbed her boobs and ridged her like a maniac riding a horse. She was quivering to my pumps. Though I felt the excitement I didn't get the bliss I expected. My dick seemed loose in her pussy. All of a sudden some of the stories hit my mind.

I abruptly pulled out my dick, turned her and made her lie on her stomach. The sudden withdrawal of my dick seemed to bring my mother into her senses and she regained her protest. Few seconds earlier she didn't seem to resent what I was giving. I lay flat on her with my dick on her ass, squeezing in between her assline by itself. My hands pat her ass and slowly part her ass cheeks, searching for her asshole. Finding it, I pushed my finger in. she squirm as my finger went deep into her anus. I push and pull to widen it. She didn't expect my next step. I place my dick on her asshole and pushed harder by each push.

"What....are..... You....doing?" she asked.

"Fucking your ass," I replied unperturbedly. 

"It.....won't......go.....inside....stop...," she gasped in my push.

"Oh it will. I will enter your ass."

Her asshole was tighter than I expected but now I was getting the lustful fun I intended. I pushed harder and slapped her ass. She twisted in pain but that was enough for me. Her mind suddenly shifted from resistant to pain and that one moment was enough for my dick to glide in. she gave an unholy roar as my dick emerged into her ass. I suddenly found myself going in like Alice in wonderland, falling through the hole. The sensation was a never ever felt feeling. I grabbed her boobs and pumped in like a mad man. In between I rubbed her pussy and she too felt the enjoyment as I roughed banged her.

"Hmmm... I am your mother...my ass...hmmmm......my pussy...rub it...I am mother......insert your finger," she kept mumbling. 

I felt happy sitting on top of her ass and riding it deep. I forgot of the cute little girls I found in the park. I felt the pleasure in riding my mother's ass. She was saying it was wrong and in between enjoying it. I widened her ass cheeks and pushed deeper. Her asshole was a perfect fit on my dick. The asshole was holding tight on my dick as if milking it. I felt as if the asshole was squeezing my dick and draining my milk. I pumped harder. I began to rise and fall like a demon possessed as I felt the cum rising. With two or more pump I thrust deep in and held her pulling her back like a bow as my arrow went deep in. my dick erupted like a flood in her ass. I quiver as the massive flow exploded from my dick. I lay on her with my dick discharging the last cum of my dick. As the last cum drain off, I pulled my dick out and turn her around and before she can say anything push my dick into her mouth.

"C`mon mom, suck me dry."

Like an obedient girl she sucked me dry. I pulled my foreskin back and let her suck again. Then I turned her around once again, parted her ass cheeks and searched for her asshole.

This unholy reunion would give me more courage to forward myself in the fields of Voyeurism.

Have any of you seen or done any Voyeurism?? Please tell me.



Voyeur



You are a security guard at a department store, you spend most of your time sitting behind a bank of computers in the security office bored out of your mind. You see bratty kids and bored housewives out shopping and the odd day you get to watch some old pervert stuff a pair of women's panties in his pocket and walk away. You arrive at work for the afternoon shift on a typical Wednesday and you get yourself settled behind your desk, today you have been rewarded because your favourite shopper is back in the ladies intimates section. You perk up and lean forward to get a better look. This woman is hot, long blonde hair, small waist big breasts, long legs...she is the whole package and your fantasy woman. Late at night when your wife has turned her back on your for the umpteenth time you go into the bathroom and turn on the shower and soap your hands up and take your rock hard erection in your hands and dream of her...you dream her name is Lola and she is on her knees in front of you sucking the life out of your cock...you cum every time wishing it was all over her lovely chin...

Today she is wearing a black trench coat so all you can see is her long legs encased in what look to be very expensive stockings with a seam up the back...so sexy! She is wearing incredibly high heeled black crocodile pumps and you are dying to get your hands on them and run your tongue all over them.

You see her chatting with the sales girl in the lingerie section and she is helping her pick out a few outfits to try on, they are laughing as they choose some pretty risqué pieces.

She heads to the dressing room and little does she know that your store has put security cams in them because of the high rate of theft. Of course the store trusts you not to watch the patrons unnecessarily ...but you know that you are going to break that oath today with your beauty in change room # 3.

She undoes the trench coat and slides of down her arms, you see that she is only wearing a black slip over her stockings...she obviously came right from home and plans on going straight back there after she makes her purchase.

She looks at herself in the mirror and brings her hands up to her full breasts and starts to tease them through the fabric. Each nipple responds to her touch and gets erect enough that you can see the outline of each one perfectly and your cock comes to life suddenly, you cannot believe your luck and you settle in for the show.

She slips the straps down over her shoulders and she slides it down her body and it falls to the floor. You see that she is now only in her thigh high stockings, no panties, no garter belt...just black thigh high stay up stockings and very high heels. You stand up and lock the door to the security office and unzip your pants. You slip your hands inside and release the erection the likes of which you have not seen since you were a younger man. You start to stroke it while she chooses the first outfit and prepare to be amazed.

The first outfit is a sheer red teddy, it is trimmed with white fur and only does up at the top so her pussy is fully visible and you can see the outline of her breasts. She twirls in a circle and the fabric lifts up to reveal her milky ass...it is round and firm and you want to get your hands on it soo bad it actually hurts. You start to stroke your cock while she twirls like a schoolgirl in the mirror. She sits on the stool that is in the change room and she spreads her legs to reveal her beautiful pussy. She plants both heeled feet on either side of the mirror and you can see every glistening fold of her. She puts her middle finger in her mouth and brings it down to her pussy, she circles her clit throwing back her head so her long hair trails down to her ass and she massages herself this way for a few minutes, you are sure that if there was sound she would be moaning softly as she does this to herself.

Suddenly she stops and remembers where she is, she removes this outfit and hangs it back on the hanger. Her next choice is a black bustier, she wraps it around her tiny waist and starts to tie up the laces that will tighten it around her body. She pulls on each breast so that they just pop out of the top and she reaches into her purse and takes out a tube of lipstick. She covers each nipple with the red lipstick and examines her handiwork in the mirror. You are so hard and are stroking yourself so fast that you are bound to cum any minute...

Just then you see the door open and a man walks into your beauties dressing room!! You realize that he knows her when she turns to greet him with a smile. He sees what he is wearing and he reacts immediately. He grabs her and turns her around so her back is to him and he presses her up against the mirror so her face and breasts are pushed up against it. He kneels down behind her and spreads her ass cheeks and begins to lick her...she raises her ass up and spreads her legs so he has access to her pussy as well as her ass. She closes her eyes and you can see that the lipstick has smeared off her breasts and onto the mirror leaving perfect images of her nipples.

He attacks her pussy with his tongue and reaches around to the front of her body to massage her clit. She stands up and goes back to the stool and leans back and opens her legs as far as they can. He kneels before her and spreads her lips and starts to suck on her clit, he slowly inserts two fingers inside her hot wetness and she throws back her head and you are sure she is making the most wonderful noises as he works his mouth all over her. She wraps her legs around his head and the heels are digging into his shoulders.

He stands up and she fumbles with his zipper...you can see the bulge in his pants as you are attacking the bulge in yours again...you are dying to replace his lips and hands with your own...you can see how badly she wants to fuck him. His pants fall to the floor in a heap and you see her yank down his underwear and releases the monster in his pants, you shrink back at the size sure that there is no way she take all of him inside her...he grabs his cock and guides inside her in one swift thrust. The force is so strong that he almost knocks her off of the stool, she wraps her arms around his neck and the kiss passionately while he fucks her with all his might. He leans down and starts to suck her breasts, he takes each nipple into his mouth and bites it then sucks it and bites it again. She has wrapped her legs around his hips now as well and she is thrusting her hips to meet each of his and they ride the roller coaster together.

He pulls his glistening cock out of her pussy and strokes it until he lets loose a stream of hot salty cum all over her pussy, she reaches her hand down to it and brings it to her lips and sucks his essence off of them with relish.

You look down and realize that you have also cum all over your lap and stand up to clean up the mess. You feel as satisfied as if it had been you violating her instead of that lucky bastard. You sigh and grab a Kleenex to whip off your cock and mile at the memory...