Voyeurism Novels & Stories

Unknowingly to mom, I had put several small hidden mini-cams videoing upwards so I could get underskirt shots when she or Jordan came down the stairs. Mom came downstairs and got some wine and sat down. Her legs were so long and beautiful, I just wanted to grab her and take to the basement and fuck the shit out of her. Mom had polished off a bottle of wine and was feeling no pain and fell asleep on the couch. While she was sleeping, I raised her skirt and opened her top and took pictures and video of her. I blurred her face and quickly put the pictures on my site, with a caption, “who would like to fuck this slut, make her your whore tonight”. Immediately I got hits and inquiries how they co

“I do not—” “Last night. 3 AM. You were touching yourself.” His voice dropped to a dark purr. “Thinking about me. About what I could do to you. Want me to describe what I heard?” Oh God. My hand had strayed between my legs in desperation, and I’d bitten my lip to stay quiet, but apparently not quiet enough. “You’re a voyeuristic monster,” I spat. “Yes.” No shame whatsoever. “And you’re a frustrated scientist who’s too stubborn to admit she wants to be fucked by a kraken.”

Eloise’s POV I have a little obsession that I can't really put my finger on… Maybe quite dark; I like being seen by the world. Doing myself in front of the camera while imagining thousands of people watching me, gives me a certain high. It's just that it's not the usual daily vlog or fashion documentaries or me showing my craft. It's well… My pussy. Yeah, you read right.

“Because I do. I’ve always been this way. Curious. Watching. It’s not just here at the club — I’ve always been drawn to… moments between people. I like seeing them. I like knowing I’m hidden, that they don’t know I’m there. And when I was younger, that made me feel… dirty.” Her voice cracked a little on the last word, and I felt my chest tighten. I reached over, laying my hand over hers. “Lena… you’re a voyeur. That’s not dirty. It’s a kink, just like anything else here. Consensual voyeurism is part of what makes this place safe for people like us.” She gave me a small, sad smile. “You say that like it’s simple. But my family…” She trailed off, then shook her

Pushing the door open a little "Shit," there he saw Marie with both her legs hoisted up beside the computer monitor, he top pulled down, her right hand fingers in her pussy and her left massaging her breasts. Looking on the monitor he saw she was watching a p**n video on www.xnxx.com. He had no idea she was into those things. Without realizing he took his already hard again dick out of his pants and began stroking. Marie hadn't noticed him because she had her earphones plugged into the computer and could her nothing but the moaning of the girl on the pc who was getting her cunt eaten out. He could feel himself drooling. He couldn't tell what was better; the p**n she was watching or her mastu

Carefully, I scrolled down, and there I saw more indecency than I had ever encountered in my entire life. They seemed to be videos available on the main page, and the preview images told me everything I needed to know. From a group of men with just one woman, to massive cocks, to anal play, a lot of it was stuff I couldn’t even find the words to describe. Okay, so I’ve touched myself plenty of times. Being thirty-seven, it's obvious I had a vibrator to play with whenever I needed a quick release.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Exhibitionism (Cuckolding/Voyeurism - Non-contact), Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The house was finally empty of the parents, but I didn't want the silence. I wanted an audience. I wanted someone else to see exactly how much power I held over my stepsister, to see the way she looked at me like I was her entire world while I treated her like my favorite toy.

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

He starts to lean forward, coming toward the peephole, and I quickly back away, feeling guilty and caught in my voyeurism. As I sit back, my hands still working my wet cunt, I realize that by recoiling I have unintentionally given him a view into my stall. I look up to see his eye at the peephole. At first I move to place one hand over the hole, but as I remove my hand from my hose to do this I hear him quietly say "please?" Then he moans again. I realize it is exciting me very much to have him watch me masturbate while he receiving head. It is clearly not hurting him either. Instead of covering up, I stand up and lean against the opposite side of the stall.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.