Erotica Voyeur の小説・ストーリー

POV Isabella Di'Giotanno. Shivering, I find myself lying on the cold forest floor. But my trembling is not from the cold, but rather from the powerful orgasm that still hits me in waves. I had never had one like that. While it is true, I am still a virgin and I have never had a boyfriend, but I am very clear about my own anatomy. I'm not that innocent. If it weren't for the fact that I have Aika locked up, I would say that she was the one who told Eric how and where to touch me. It's like he's inside my head. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, how and with what intensity to touch me. This man is making me lose my sanity. With each passing day, I become more addicted to him. I am ad

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

Hell, she doesn’t fail to tell me how much she wishes I was there to watch her get naughty for me. All juiced up and…ready to take whatever shit I give her. Fucking shit! Just imagining how juices springs from her pussy like a waterfall while she videos herself, riding the toy I gave her…makes my breath hitch. Fuck. I’ve never seen something so sexily hot as that. I shake my head to clear that arousing images and focus on the speech my client is giving. In between, I lose track. Then I start imagining Vera climbing on that oblong table, whirling her body like a cat with a devouring look on her face as she crawls over to me.

“Brave. Or stupid. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” He didn’t touch her at first. Just walked her through the lounges. One room had a massive glass wall looking into a scene already in progress—three bodies tangled on silk sheets, moans muffled by the thick glass. Maya’s thighs pressed together as she watched a woman arch between two men, one buried in her mouth, the other fucking her slow and deep. “Like what you see?” Victor asked, stepping close behind her. His breath brushed her ear. “It’s… intense.”

she hissed, but the pain quickly twisted into something darker, hotter. “Trust me,” he murmured, flicking the chain lightly. Fresh sparks shot to her clit. Then he pressed a thick, curved vibrator against her dripping entrance. The moment he turned it on, powerful waves pulsed through her swollen folds. Kara’s back arched off the bed, a loud moan tearing from her throat. The toy buzzed against her clit and inside her, the waves building and receding in perfect rhythm with her desperate need.

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

I watched her perfect body arch and writhe on the couch, listened to the real wet squelching of her fingers fucking her dripping cunt mixing with the p**n moans, and my own fingers sped up, frantic now, chasing the same filthy pleasure. A tiny, desperate whimper slipped out before I could swallow it down. Elena’s head turned slowly in the dim light. Her dark eyes locked straight onto me standing there in the shadows, fingers still buried inside myself like some perverted little voyeur. She didn’t jump. Didn’t slam her legs shut. Didn’t stop touching herself at all. If anything, she spread her thighs even wider, fucking herself harder, deeper, putting on a deliberate show just for me. A slow,

I knew I wasn't going to do that. Nearly panting, I gave in to forbidden lust. I pulled up my dress, tucking it under my chin, and slid my hand over my belly and into my panties. Everything was wet. My panties were soaked. I fell into the rabbit hole of voyeurism - incestuous voyeurism. I pinched my clit, imagining going over and kneeling between my son's legs and moving his hand off that magnificent penis; leaning over, looking up at his startled eyes as I slid my mouth down over his erection, taking all of him into my mouth; then sucking my son's cock.

Suddenly the woman leaned forward, pointing the cock upward with her hand, placing it between her boobs. “Ahh...” Sienna smiled. “Tittyfuck!” Indeed it was. The voyeur woman slid those dainty fingers in and out of her runny slit. It was an amazing scene to behold. These random boobs being squeezed and squished around this random cock; the girl lifted and lowered her body, stroking the shaft with her boobs as it were. Sienna loved it! The sight of a lean, sexy body being subjugated by a rigid penis. Down on her eyes, pleasuring the man whether he wanted it or not.

Oblivious to my surroundings, I let my pajama bottoms fall to the floor, clasped my hand onto my labia and fondled the swollen tip of my engorged clit. My mind wandered and I tried to imagine what the woman’s body felt. I watched her fall atop the stranger and ravage his cock with kisses and almost swallow the entire thick shaft. The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered.