Voyeurism Novelas e Histórias

Dad’s best friend is railing me on the balcony where a stranger can see everything—my tits bouncing, my face twisted in pleasure. The man froze completely, flashlight pointed toward us. I could see his shocked expression even from this distance—mouth open, eyes wide. He didn’t move for what felt like forever, just staring as Jax continued to fuck me with long, passionate strokes, one hand mauling my breast, the other holding my thigh wide open. The voyeur’s presence made everything sharper. The humiliation burned through me, but it mixed with the forbidden heat until I was shaking. I buried my face in Jax’s neck, mortified… but my hips rolled to meet his thrusts anyway.

Her anger got her more than she expected. Enjoy reading.. ********* I am and have always been a voyeur. Ever since the day I accidentally saw my Aunt Mildred sucking my Uncle Paul's cock I have looked for ways to watch other people having sex. By sneaking around I was able to watch my sister suck and fuck several of her boyfriends; I saw my Aunt Maggie fuck my Uncle Bill (her husband), my Uncle Wendell and my Uncle Bob and apparently none of them knew about the others. I eventually fucked Aunt Maggie myself, but that is another story.

This was none of her business. She scrolled through a few more and then her cursor hovered over a website not like the rest. It was definitely a p**n site. No doubt about that. She bit her lip. What did Carl Salvo fantasize about in bed? Before she could think better about it, she clicked on it. Pictures of women being fucked filled the screen. Heart racing, she quickly scrolled down to see short videos and teasers. She couldn’t stop looking, her own body becoming aroused as she went through pictures of women sucking men’s cocks and women spreading their legs as men slipped inside of them. She didn’t dare turn on one of the videos, scared of coming right on Carl’s couch, but looked through t

The next morning, Rory arrived at Voss Publishing with dark circles under her eyes and a secret throbbing between her legs that no amount of coffee could dull. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, Dominic’s rough voice echoed—“how tight that pretty little pussy would feel”—and her body responded like the traitor it was. She’d come twice more in the shower that morning, fingers frantic, whispering his name like a filthy prayer. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until it was *him*.

The reminder of that thick stretch of cock. “Hold the fuck up.” I berated myself, stifling the images that stuck itself in my mind but the point remained. He wasn't a lonely old man or some rich bastard having a midlife crisis. He was at the prime of his life. Someone like him could have anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers. Why would he stoop to watching cam girl content? Was it a thrill? Some kind of addiction? A secret fetish? Was I the only one he was watching or just a roster amongst many?

I was at my lowest, eating ramen out of a cup whilst scrolling through pictures on my phone, pictures of Vera and me, but mostly her because she loved taking pictures. I thought about creating another I*******m account, stalking Vera from there; it'd be fucking easy. I could see how she's doing there, see what she's up to. I exit the phone gallery, tapping on the I*******m icon, already half committed. I had gone through all the steps, and now I had to insert a name. This part was the hardest because all the other names I thought of were taken. I didn't want to put any paedophile, serial killer, fraudulent, sex offender-ish sort of name.

One evening, after an intense round of sex where he’d fucked me against the living room window with the lights on, he finally said it. “My friend Marcus invited us to this exclusive event next weekend,” Nico murmured, still buried inside me, slowly grinding. “It’s for couples only. Voyeur night. People watch… and some perform on stage.” My pussy clenched around him at the words. I turned her head, raising an eyebrow. “You want to watch other people fuck?” “I want us to watch,” he corrected, voice low and hungry. “And maybe… one day, let other people watch you.” The idea sent a thrill through me. I wasn’t shy, but the thought of being on display…the thought of people’s eyes on me while Nico c

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

She stood with her ass bent and kept rubbing herself, all the while the guy watched in POV. The voyeur started breathing louder, probably getting turned on by watching the girl masturbate. I felt turned on just by hearing his ragged breathing. I wanted someone to watch me like that and get turned on by me too. There came a point when the voyeur couldn’t take it anymore and started moving toward the girl. The camera changed to the third person just as the guy took off his pants and pushed his dick inside her pussy, surprising her with no warning. The way he did that turned me on so much that my pussy felt like it was on fire.

Annoyed, I hastily tuck my gadget into my back pocket and continue walking out of the house. For months now, Vain has been incessantly calling me. I have no desire to see him anymore. I want nothing to do with him. Vain is an obsessive voyeur, and I am well aware of that. It was the kind of relationship we had in the past, where he would invite men to engage in sexual acts with me and derive pleasure from watching me being subjected to such brutality.