Voyeurism Novels & Stories

My body tenses when I hear people passing by the door, they might hear me, they might come in and see me but even so I feel my body getting more excited at the thought that we might be discovered. He orders me to stand up, and makes me stand with my back against his body, I sigh when I feel his nibbles on my back and his fingers run over my body, my intimacy until ending in a couple of slaps on my ass. —Never forget that only I, will be able to see you like this. That's clear," his hand on my ass grows stronger, "I can't hear you, bunny girl. Obeying is not my thing, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction but, when his hand grabs my neck tilting my body backwards while with the other he

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

It’s shameful how much my body betrays me, the aching heat between my legs building despite my mind’s best efforts to deny it. I try to tear my eyes away, to focus on anything other than the explicit displays in front of me, but it’s as though I’m trapped, stuck in this voyeuristic nightmare where desire and disgust mingle until I can’t tell them apart anymore. A wave of frustration hits me hard—I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here. And yet, there’s no denying the need simmering under my skin.

I gasped, unable to control my volume when something so slippery was pushing inside me, swirling around while his soft lips grazed my sensitive, puckering flesh. "Sage... You have to be quiet." He gripped my ass in his hands. "Your neighbors are going to hear you." "Fuuck," I whimpered, my dick throbbing at the truth in his words. I didn't want them to hear me but it was so... So mischievous sinful dirty naughty fucking hot. I was doing this forbidden thing with my professor, who could get fired just by being in my house at odd hours. I must be into exhibitionnism because all I wanted was for them to hear me screaming out his name.

I did not call or let the patrol on the border announce my arrival, I wanted to surprise my mate but I was the one getting surprised instead. The packhouse was eerily quiet though there are like 20 to 30 people living here. As I was climbing up the stairs I saw Viviane in a very compromising position. She is masturbating while watching through the keyhole what it sounds like the Beta’s fucking each other their brains out. Who would have thought the perfect and poised Viviane Sinclair gets off while watching others fuck, is she really into porn? I wonder if she has practiced voyeurism before or if it is something new, either way, this makes things easier for m

"Stop getting jealous. Or I will." "What do you have to be jealous over Lorenzo?" I tilt my head, waiting. "The men who are currently trying to stare at your ass through my hands." My lip twitches, "It's a fucking amazing ass." His lips find mine, and I get lost in the kiss, his hand tangled into my hair. He pulls back and smiles. "Come on." He walks down more and opens a door. We walk in, and I stop at the couple having sex. "This room is exhibitionists, those who like the idea of people watching. Also, Voyeursm, those who enjoy watching." He leads me to another room with a bar and music again. There is a stage with three women on it, all in leather lingerie and touching each other.

He walks out, and I join him. A few minutes later, we walked through another door. "This side is open." He walked down a hall, and I again looked in the room. The door was open? I turned and looked at him. "Exhibitions and Voyeurisms, those who like being watched, or like watching. People can walk into any room they want and watch and play with their own friend if they have one with them."

He’s got me questioning everything about what I want in a sexual partner. Voyeurism. Something I never thought would be something I wanted. I’m pressed against a wall. An outer wall. Blake seems to have turned me around and is now pressing me tightly against a hard surface. One arm has found its way between my legs, trapping it. His other hand is still on my breast, his movements growing rougher as he slowly grinds his dick into me. I don’t know how his hands are moving so skillfully even as they seem to be caught with no room between the wall and my body.

I eventually got out of bed and slowly approached his curtains to see what was happening inside. I continued to masturbate. I peeked, and indeed, he was taking her violently from behind. She seemed to be enjoying it. I was so focused on my voyeurism that I jumped when my gaze met the young girl's eyes. She said nothing; she continued to be fucked thoroughly. And I, after the initial surprise, when I saw she had no intention of reporting me, continued to masturbate until I came. Oh, that felt so good. I had never experienced so much pleasure as I did then, watching my roommate fuck his girlfriend. I eventually returned to my bed for fear of being caught by my r

So, between five in each apartment their neighbors watched and watched the others from behind their shared walls, where you could see each of them, who were using holes to see werewolves screw krakens and a woman having sex with zombies, an octopus having sex with a cow. There was a gargoyle eating a human, I mean, feeding and having sex with its charred skull, in another room, there was a firefighter being sodomized by a dog demon, in another room a man being whipped by a demon woman, in another room, a succubus sucking energy from a vampire during wild sex. This was everything and a little more of what you saw on each of the walls that were pierced by a magic drill, along a series of apart