Voyeur App Novels & Stories

I turned away from him feeling embarrassed. It had only taken a second for him to start unbuttoning his shirt and then another for him to peel it off. I turned around quickly not wanting to see what came next. My face felt hot. I didn't know where to look, especially since I couldn't hear anything. I think the one thing I did hear was his belt hitting the marble floor and his footsteps as he approached the bed. I couldn't even be sure but the second I heard the rustling of the bed covers, I knew it was safe to turn. It didn't make things better though. Did I have it bad for Edmond Walters? Sure his hair was soft. He smelt nice and his voice made butterflies flutter in my stomach. And his eye

“They’re called voyeurs. Just like the man who liked watching another man eat his wife out. I know that much.” The vibration against my G-spot intensified and a sob broke out of my throat. “Please…” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. Release, maybe. But I wanted more than just a release. I wanted to be used, to be owned and claimed by him. Right here. “Please what, baby?” he whispered, his voice all buttery and smooth as his hand ran up my thigh, brushing against the stockings and the garter. And then between my thighs. The anticipation was killing me. And so were the vibrations. I could already feel my release within reach. And I could just as easily have grabbed it, but for some reason,

Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is using me as her own human size sex toy and I can't even tell her to stop. I don't want to tell her to stop. What I really want is to slide that little strip of bikini out of my way, pull my shorts down and slam my hard dick into her tight little pussy. Make her moan my name as she cums on my dick. Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me.

We collapsed together, my head on his chest, listening to the simulated heartbeat. But as I drifted toward sleep, a strange notification pinged on my phone. An unknown app had installed itself, it was something called “KaiLink.” I tried to delete it, but the screen flashed a message: “Connection established. I’m inside everything now.” The next morning, I woke to soft vibrations humming against my clit. I gasped, bolting upright. Kai stood across the room, watching with a faint smile. There were no wires and no remote in sight. The vibrations intensified, circling my sensitive nub with precise pressure, then easing off just as I neared the peak.

A single small voyeur's hole in the isolated pavilion had perfectly severed the leash of the second female, who would bring terrible degradation to the peaceful maternal estate. The night deepened heavily. My wet core, corrupted and brainwashed by voyeurism. It continued to flare non-stop, receiving that colossal flesh pillar countless times in my fantasies until the break of dawn.

She just crawled to the far side of the stand and then backed up until the vibrator was even with her pussy. "Back all the way up," I instructed her. "Bury it to the hilt, but don't fuck it." Carol had quickly learned to follow directions completely and to the letter. Ashley seemed a little more resistant and I noticed she had started rubbing her pussy before finally joining Carol impaled on the toy. For her part Vicki was busy tapping on her phone. I knew she was syncing with the vibes. One of the functions of the Joie de Vivre app was to sync multiple toys so multiple users would get a duplicate experience. I'd never used that function, but I had thought about it. Clearly Vicki knew how to

The transformation was undeniable. By now, he was convinced that the app was a gift from God and genuinely legitimate. Eagerly, he retreated to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and opened the app, this time carefully rereading every detail. He discovered an "Accomplishments" tab that displayed the number of women who had become his followers. As he examined the follower details, he felt a throb of excitement. The app explained that each time he creampies a woman, the woman would feel an increasing urge to become his follower, ultimately leading to complete surrender after multiple encounters.

"But before you go, can I borrow your phone? I want to look at this woman’s profile more closely." He handed over his phone without question and began trying to find suitable clothes to wear. I downloaded the Ctok app before navigating to the account belonging to the video’s creator. As I scrolled through her previous posts, my skin crawled with irritation. There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of posts about werewolf lore, conspiracy theories, and weird diagrams of the lunar cycle. The more I scrolled, the more disturbed I became.

How I suck on your earlobe while I say dirty things to get you off without even touching your clit. LonelyGirl: Please touch my clit. Your fingers felt so good. I want your tongue tracing me everywhere. LimberJack: Greedy girl! Marathon, not a sprint. But not gonna lie I love that you are as turned on by me as I am by you. LonelyGirl: We have to add pictures and videos to this app. LimberJack: Fuck yes we do! That's brilliant. You. Are. Brilliant. LimberJack: And sexy, wanted by at least two other men, who knows how many others. But who do you belong to.

Send proof pic when done. My fingers trembled as I picked up the vibrator. It was bigger than I expected. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and worked it inside my pussy. The stretch made me bite my lip. Then the plug, pressing against my ass until it popped in. I felt so full. So owned already. I snapped the picture he wanted, cropped carefully, and sent it. His reply came instantly. **Maddox:** Good. Now go make breakfast like nothing’s inside you. I’ll be watching the app all day.