Erotic Stories Voyeur の小説・ストーリー

He even left the door wide open, like he wanted me to see. Wait. Is this a trap? I took a step backward, my face set into a stern expression as I tried to hide the fact that I needed something to fill me up. My pussy was throbbing uncontrollably and it was getting painful. Xavier walked up to me, took my fingers that still glistened from the wetness of my pussy and sucked them into his mouth with a loud pop. My thighs clenched. Those pink lips sucked on my fingers with an intensity that made my legs weak. He bit it gently, and then licked like it was his favorite lollipop, making the pain to highlight the pleasure.

Carl’s eyes gleamed with an unspoken hunger, and Caleb’s lips curved into a knowing smile. My heart pounded in my chest, my core tightening. Handsome men and beautiful women entwined their bodies in a tapestry of lust. They groaned and moaned, their voices reverberating through the erotic space. I felt my own cheeks flush as the scene before me ignited a forbidden flame in my core. Caleb and Carl watched my reaction with amusement in their eyes. “Another beauty of this room,” Caleb whispered seductively, “is in the voyeurism.” The practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others pleasuring themselves or doing the act in front of you.

To him, it’s just his cock, and that makes every touch of it all the more erotic to me. As he begins to stroke himself, he lets out a couple of moans that send shudders of delight from my clit up my spine. Adds in some panting sounds which tell me he’s enjoying himself. I know he’s been showing off to me this whole time, but it’s only at this point I start to really feel like a voyeur. As if I’m peeking in through the bathroom window without him knowing. It’s the abandon. When he starts to rub at his now fully solid cock, there’s a moment of letting go which I don’t think is for the camera. He closes his eyes, grips himself harder, and lets the world melt away. The performance fades, and all

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

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“Be quiet.” He lifted me onto the edge of the counter, spread my legs, and thrust in deep in one stroke. I bit his shoulder to muffle my moan. He fucked me hard and fast deep, punishing strokes that made the cake samples rattle. The risk was insane. Victoria could walk back any second. “Come,” he ordered, thumb finding my clit. “Now.” I shattered around him, clenching hard as pleasure ripped through me. He followed with a muffled groan, filling me again, hot and deep.

“I fucked myself with my fingers right there on the pool chair. I continued even though I knew you could see me… It made it better, I wanted you to see” He takes a single step forward, towering over me. One hand finds the countertop behind me, the other landing beside my hip. Trapping me. Caging me in. “Why are you telling me this?” His voice is a growl. “Because I wanted you to see.” My voice trembles, but I don’t step back. “I wanted you to want me.” His nostrils flare. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Harper.” “Am I?” I whisper, sliding myself onto the counter, skirt riding high. The cool granite touches my thighs. His gaze drops, lingering on the garter clips against my skin.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.