Voyeurism Novels & Stories

I was too afraid of the repercussions, both legally and morally. But with my conscience now at ease, I decided to go on p**n sites to quench my thirst for violent sex, and I watched them all: "rape" videos - it was obvious it was only role play - bondage, sadism, blackmail, humiliation. I couldn't get enough. What's more, every time I jerked off to those images I pictured me doing it to one of the women in my life, and the woman who starred in almost every fantasy was Mrs. Gavelle .

she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden. Finally, Atlas couldn’t hold back: with an animal roar, he came deep in her ass, hot, thick jets of cum filling her anus, leaking out the sides and dripping down her reddened ass, mixing with the juices from her pussy. Anya came one last time, her body trembling in spasms, the vibrator still buzzing until he turned it off and slowly removed it, leaving her empty but satisfied.

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

I came again around his cock, screaming his name while the three brothers stroked themselves and watched on the big screen. Marcus slammed deep one last time and filled me with his hot load, marking me as his again. He stayed inside me and kissed me slow. “You took the voyeur game so perfectly, baby. Tomorrow night is jealous reclaim. I watch them fuck you… and then I get jealous and take you back harder than ever.” I shivered and clung to him, body glowing, covered in everyone’s cum, already dripping for whatever came next. The pact was getting even filthier. And I was loving every second of it.

They ignored. OMG, I shouldn’t be getting this view free, he had placed her on the bed and parted her legs. He stood on the edge of the bed and fucked her right from there. He was doing a good job. I didn’t know why I retained this picture in my head or why im telling you, I think it was one of the thing I enjoyed so much. Some call it kink. Maybe that’s it. Watching my man fuck someone else.

The sight of his heavy balls slapping against her, the way her pussy stretched around his girth, the pure dominance in his movements—it was intoxicating. I stroked myself faster, quietly, my thumb swirling over the sensitive head, spreading the precum that was leaking freely now. My knees felt weak. This was creepy. Dangerous. If Vincent turned his head even slightly, he might see me standing there in the shadows, jerking off like a perverted voyeur while watching him claim his wife. But I couldn’t stop. I watched the way his muscles tensed, the sheen of sweat on his back, the way he reached down and spread her ass cheeks so he could watch himself sink deeper.

Apparently, it was her kink as she nodded as if impressed, grabbed his flailing penis and dragged him to the bushes. Suddenly, everywhere Scottie looked, people where either jacking off, jilling on, kissing, frigging, fucking, sucking, or if not participating, passing on by as if everything was normal. Hell, there was even a coed with a finger up her own ass watching a guy pounding his meat while he watched Old Widow Anderson watering her roses, all in broad daylight! "Fuck me sideways," Scottie said to himself. "... everything's a porno..." Slowly, a smile formed on his face.

Forbidden Fantasies

Ethan’s hands twitched on his thighs but he didn’t stop her. She moved through them fast.delete, delete, delete. until the folder emptied. Then she opened his account. The newest post was still live. She handed him the phone. “Take it down. All of them.” He hesitated for maybe five seconds, then started removing posts. Each time the confirmation screen popped up he tapped yes without argument. When the last one vanished he set the phone on the comforter and looked up at her. “I got jealous,” he said. “Every time some guy stared too long I wanted to show them what they couldn’t have. Then it stopped being about them and started being about the numbers. I got greedy.”

He might like watching couples fuck, but he preferred pussy to dick. Jaxon's sexual escapades, while many and varied, never got any more numerous, or wild, than with two girls. Even he admitted it wasn't exactly the same as a group orgy with one woman as the focus of several guys. His curiosity wasn't because he was bi or interested in men at all, but because he had a bit of a voyeuristic streak. Sure, he loved to plow a woman's wet sex, his body heaving and straining for that orgasmic fulfillment, but he'd discovered over the years he also loved to watch. Nothing beat seeing the expression on her face as she got it from behind or watching the pumping action of a cock as it thrust into a wai