Gym Encounters
by Editor on September 20th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
I racked my brain for a reason not to go exercise at the gym but couldn’t think of a good one so packed my bag and drove the short distance to the gym. I’d heard they had a new manager who was really hot with the most amazing eyes so I thought I’d check him out!
It was surprisingly quiet, I paid the receptionist and was just about to go and get changed when I saw him. Hell those eyes were amazing! He looked at me direct in the eye and we held each others gaze for what seemed eternity. It was obvious to both of us that there was an immediate electrical attraction that we just couldn’t ignore.
His eyes held my gaze and I struggled with the urge to fall at his knees, unleash his cock and taste him there and then. I could sense him undressing me with his mind and my imagination began to wander.
I walked towards him, and pushed him up against the wall, falling to my knees I quickly discarded the shorts he was wearing, leaving him naked and erect. I heard the gasps from the receptionist as she saw what was happening, I didn’t stop. Holding his cock in one hand I started to run my tongue up its entire length like a lollipop, searching for the sensitive parts with my tongue, his reaction told me when I had found them. I massaged his balls with my tongue, letting them fall one by one into my mouth, he tried to push my head forward, but I wouldn’t let him. One hand encasing his cock now, as my tongue continued to travel all over, this time when I got to the top I tilted my head and take him in my mouth, just the tip of his cock and held it between my lips as my tongue circled over, moving my head in a circular motion he moaned and grabbed my hair urging me deeper.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see the receptionist watching, she had been joined by the janitor who was obviously having trouble containing himself. Still I sucked and licked his cock. Leaning forward still I took him deeper in my mouth, I could feel his cock twitch and pulsate, his thighs trembling. Moving my head up and down his cock, squeezing, licking and sucking, I could taste the pre cum on my tongue!
I could feel his balls tighten as he prepared to cum. Wanking him with one hand as my tongue flicked over him, his cock growing in my mouth, I could feel the cum rising and moved my head ever so slightly to one side to prepare myself. Suddenly his cock jumps uncontrollably in my mouth and deep long hot spurts of cum gush in my mouth, so much! and tasted so good, his thighs trembled and shook as he cum over and over again. I began to swallow straight away but still some cum oozed from my mouth and ran down my chin. Catching it with my fingers I drank all his cum leaving him clean and hard again!
He turned me around so I was now leaning up against the wall. Quickly and expertly he removed my shorts and t shirt, I stood before him naked, wet and barely able to contain my excitement!
Kneeling before me i raised one leg and draped it over his shoulder, my pussy is right in his face, wet and glistening invitingly. He ran his tongue over my it, barely parting my lips, I moaned and ran my hand through his hair. He began to press firmer with his tongue parting my lips now flicking over my clit taking it between his lips and pulling gently, delving his tongue in and out of my pussy. I thought I may faint as he licked and sucked me. I begin to climb to climax, pulling his face into my pussy arching my hips forward. I cum long and hard and he lapped at my juices as I writhed under his touch.
I lead him to his office, thinking that maybe we should continue in more privacy. We were still wet and naked, he was hard again and I was aching to feel his cock in my pussy. Leaning backwards against the desk I raised my legs for him and he stood between them, his cock pressing against my clit and moving around before entering me. When he did he entered very slowly, it felt so good and I resisted the urge to thrust my hips forward. When his cock was deep in my pussy he began to pump me, slowly at first in and out in and out, I began to lose control as his cock banged against my g spot sending ripples of pleasure soaring through me.
My legs circled his waist, he leant forward and took my nipple between his teeth and began to pump harder and faster. I found a steady rhythm and began to move with him, my pussy was contracting hard around his cock but he was in total control. I began to cum and urged him to cum with me. Deep electrifying shocks ran through me, I began to cum, my head swimming I grabbed at his buttocks daring him to stop, he started cumming too, he thrust himself deep into my pussy and with trembling thighs he cum with me, deep long hot spurts of cum lashing inside my pussy mixing with my cum.
Best work out I ever had!!
Lunchtime Voyeur Orgies – 3
by Editor on September 12th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
“I have a whole pantry full of bonbons at my place,” he said, leaning back in the booth, and spreading out his arms along the back to show off his chest muscles. “I’m Woody.” She couldn’t help but glance down below his waist again. “Nice to meet you Naomi.”
“Are you trying to get me into your pantry?” She was solidly in flirting-back mode now.
“I think we can find a more comfortable area,” Woody said, taking a bite of his pie. “So, when should I pick you up after work?”
“Three o’clock.” Did she really just blurt that out? Before she could reconsider or even think about whether she wanted to reconsider, Naomi turned and walked back to the kitchen. She had other customers to take care of. After she refilled coffee and brought the checks to her other tables, she turned back toward Woody’s booth. He was gone. Her face clouded by disappointment, she walked slowly over. When she looked at his dishes, though, her face lit up. There was a hundred dollar bill, with a note.
“3:00,” was all it said. She looked at her watch. It was 2:40. Holy crap. She wrapped up her work hastily. At first she was hurrying to get ready for Woody. Then she was hurrying just to have time to think straight. But then she realized that she was well-passed thinking straight or otherwise. And she was back to hurrying to get ready for Woody. Just like that, she was heading out the door at five to three. As she was unlocking her car door, a red Dodge Viper pulled up next to her.
“Hey, Naomi,” said Woody.
His smile was too much. Any hesitation she may have had at a rendezvous with this young stranger melted away in the electricity of that smile.
When she didn’t immediately respond, the young man added, “Ready for some bonbons?”
Naomi felt herself dampen at the sound of his voice and its unmistakable expression of desire for her.
In a flash, still with no response from her, Woody was out of his car, and leading her by the hand around to the passenger side, then opening the door. She sat down wordlessly, pulling her skirt down lower on her thighs as he jumped back into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and took off.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asked, wondering if maybe he really was. He was too perfect.
“Too late now, isn’t it,” he smiled. God, she was outright wet. She crossed her legs, her excitement building. They were at his place in no time. It was a very big house with a three car garage. He pulled up to the front entrance, and got out to open her door, helping her out. She held his hand. She was trembling, not with fear, but with building excitement. He stepped closer to her, pressing her gently against the car as he leaned down to kiss her. She closed her eyes and their lips came together, softly at first, then harder. Their tongues mingled. He pulled away.
“Drink?”
“Hell yes,” she said, hoping it would calm her down some. She needed the edge taken off. They went into the house, and it was beautiful, nicely appointed with a lot of artwork. He took her hand, leading her up the winding staircase to the split-level loft that overlooked the great room. As he climbed, Naomi watched his ass through his tight jeans. God, she wanted to see him naked.
They reached a large, dimly-let bedroom with a king size canopy bed in the center of the room. Woody went to the bar in the corner and came back with a two glasses with a clear liquid over ice. She took a sip. It was perfect, Stoli Orange. She hummed with satisfaction. They both drank without taking the time to savor, and Naomi started to feel warm and comfortable already. Woody took the glass from her hand and put them both on the table. Moving closer, he kissed her again and she returned it with even greater intensity. Naomi’s hands caressed his back and moved down to his ass. Woody’s hands were rubbing the small of her back, one of her personal erogenous zones. They both moaned as their tongues entwined.
Naomi’s hands then moved to his chest, working their way down to his hard abs, and rested at the waistline of his jeans. With a twinkle in her eyes, she unbuttoned them. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His chest was so muscular. She unzipped him. She could feel his bulge now. It was much bigger than it had appeared in the restaurant.
Pushing him back on the bed, she pulled his jeans down. He didn’t have underwear on, and his semi hard cock sprang out as she pulled his jeans all the way off. She knelt before him, taking the rod in her hand. It began to harden to its full length. It was thick, with an already-glistening head. She licked her lips. Choosy about men or not, she loved sucking cock, and it had been so long. She took the head into her mouth, her hands moving lower to caress his shaved balls.
Voyeur Holiday in Paris – P3
by Editor on September 1st, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Isis pulled him to them and kissed him passionately, she felt his cock stiffen and press against her, she held their hands and led them to the master-bedroom.
Isis glided the zipper down and let her dress fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and stood before the young couple naked except for her high-heels and stockings. Her brown skin glowed, long legs led to her hair-covered love pot, her big brown aureoles circled her huge breast and her long nipples pointed straight out invitingly. Lust filled her beautiful eyes and she commanded them to disrobe.
Bewitched, they both took their clothes off and stood before the sex goddess nude. She pulled them to her and fed the couple each a nipple to suck on. “That’s good, suck them, don’t be afraid, bite my nipples, yes, like that!”
“You are so sexy.” Burt moaned.
“These are the most beautiful tits I have ever seen.” Maria cooed.
“Now both of you, get on your knees and kiss my legs, thighs, pussy and ass, kiss and lick all over, don’t miss an inch!” The married couple complied and worshiped the sex goddess with their mouths and tongues.
Once again, Maria found herself eating her smoldering pussy as Burt kissed her ass. “Eat that cunt bitch, put your whole face in there, put your tongue up my ass hole, fuck me with your tongue, yes.” Isis hissed. She trembled and quivered to a rousing orgasm.
The exotic beauty pulled the couple to their feet and stuck two fingers in Maria’s cunt and stroked Burt’s stiff cock.”I want you in me now, I want you to fuck me.” as she shoved Burt on the bed, “Maria! I want you to stand there and play with yourself and watch me fuck your husband!”
Maria just stood there and watched as this dominating woman straddled her man’s 7″ cock and fucked furiously. They both groaned and yelled out in wild lust. The little wife was fucking her self with her fingers and hating herself for being aroused while watching another woman fuck her husband.
Isis moaned in orgasm and Burt followed by shooting a load up her hot cunt. She rolled off her lover and said.”Get up here and lick him clean.” Maria climbed on the bed and was once more on her knees as she licked Burt’s cock clean of his cum and Isis’s pussy juice.
Isis ordered, “Now crawl over to my cunt and lick it all up, Yes that’s it, don’t forget my ass, its dripping down there, get every drop, good girl; I know you enjoy the taste of my juice mixed with your husband’s cum.”
The sexy woman gathered her clothes and bid them goodnight saying.”Get plenty of sleep my little pets and we will have a busy day tomorrow,see you in the morning.”
Maria was crying, “What’s wrong?” Burt asked.
“What’s wrong!. how could you ask me that? We have become her sex slaves, how could we let this happen?”
“Now, now, it’s not that bad, she has a power over people that can’t be resisted, at least we did it together and I still love you, with her it is just fabulous sex; let’s enjoy it together and then go back to our farm and our life as a loving married couple.”
“She does have a presence that demands attention, I can’t be angry with you when I can’t resist her myself. I never dreamed that I would be doing that with anyone but you, let alone a woman!”
“Like I said, let’s just enjoy it together, she is truly amazing, as long as you still love me, nothing else matters.”
“I do, I love you with all my heart, but this is so strange.” They drifted off to sleep.
The young couple woke up and enjoyed their own bathroom as they dressed for the day, Maria wore a pink sundress and Burt had on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt.
They joined Isis at the kitchen table for coffee. The shower was running, “Who’s that,” Maria inquired.
“Kek, my husband.”
“Oh, does he know about last night?”
“Of course he does, we keep no secrets from each other, I hope that you don’t either.”
“No, you are the only person other than my husband that I have ever had sex with!”
“How about you, Burt?”
“NO, no secrets, I love my wife too much to ever cheat on her, I never want to hurt her. You are the only one I’ve been with since my marriage.”
“Good I admire that.” Isis said as she sipped her coffee.
Kek entered the room wearing only boxer shorts
and a tank-top. Maria blushed as she gazed at the outline of his huge cock. He caught her gaze and she quickly looked away.
Isis grabbed the young housewife by the wrist and placed her hand on the huge cock. “Oh my,” the startled blond gasped.
“Feel his big cock, make it grow, show him how much you like it and give Burt and I a show.” Isis got up from her chair and pulled her husband’s shorts down revealing a long thick uncircumcised semi-hard cock. Then Isis moved Maria’s chair out from the table, so that it was facing Kek.
The dominating woman was no longer holding her hand to the big cock but Maria did not move her hand away. She was squeezing it lovingly, the young housewife had never seen an uncircumcised cock before; she was a virgin when she married but she did play with a couple of cocks and even sucked one before she got married, but nothing like this monster!
She moved her small hand up and down the shaft as she cupped his ball-sack with her other hand. The big cock stiffened and grew to a fully erect 11 thick inches. Maria could not fit her hand around his cock, the wedding ring was obscenely on display as the young wife stroked this man’s fat cock. Her eyes never left the huge cock, she was fascinated with his big hunk of meat.
“Kek, rub it on her face, then I want you to suck his big cock, bitch! My hand is on your husband’s cock and you are turning us on,” ordered the authoritative siren.
He rubbed his cock all over her pretty face and then placed the bulbous prick head to her lips. Her sweet red lips kissed the brown invader with loving adoration. The big cock entered her mouth and you could see the indentations on her cheeks as the large tool probed her mouth. He was fucking her face hard and jamming his cock down her throat.
Maria took as much of the big fat cock in her sweet little mouth as she could, she was gasping and choking, saliva was dripping down her chin. Maria was moaning with pleasure.
Isis got up from her chair and grabbed a fistful of blond hair and pulled her from the big cock and pushed her head down on the table, bending her over saying, “Pull her panties down and fuck her. I want to see this little bitch get fucked royally.”
Kek stuffed his cock in her pussy and began fucking her from behind.
Cops and Chicks
by Editor on August 20th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Good: A policeman had a perfect spot to watch for speeders, but wasn’t getting many. Then he discovered the problem-a 19-year old boy was standing up the road with a hand painted sign which read “RADAR TRAP AHEAD.” The officer then found a young accomplice down the road with a sign reading “TIPS” and a bucket full of change.
Good: A policeman had a perfect spot to watch for speeders, but wasn’t getting many. Then he discovered the problem-a 19-year old boy was standing up the road with a hand painted sign which read “RADAR TRAP AHEAD.” The officer then found a young accomplice down the road with a sign reading “TIPS” and a bucket full of change.
Better: A motorist was mailed a picture of his car speeding through an automated radar. A $40 speeding ticket was included. Being cute, he sent the police department a picture of $40. The police responded with another mailed photo of handcuffs.
Best: A young woman was pulled over for speeding. As the motorcycle officer walked to her car window and flipped open his ticket book, she said, “I bet you are going to sell me a ticket to the Highway Patrolmen’s Ball.” He replied, “Highway patrolmen don’t have balls.” There was a moment of silence while she smiled, and he realized what he’d just said. He then closed his book, got back on his motorcycle and left. She was laughing too hard to start her car for several minutes..
Lunchtime Voyeur Orgies – 2
by Editor on August 12th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
She was flirting, and having fun doing so. She tossed her head back, her ponytail flipping around. He noticed. She turned to walk back to the kitchen, and she could feel his eyes on her ass. She eased a little more hip motion than usual into her walk.
Naomi’s mind wandered as she cut the young man a slice of apple pie. It had been a long time since her last orgasm. It had been by her own hand, of course, because that was always better for her. Her fantasies provided plenty of stimulation, and they had been very active lately. She thought back to how good Jolene’s legs had looked today, and how the blonde business-woman had smiled at her. It had seemed to Naomi that Jolene had been looking at her cleavage a lot today. She absently ran her fingers over her buttons on her blouse as she remembered those blue eyes and their lingering glances at her womanly form. She was glad Jolene had noticed. Her new push-up bra did help bring her already attractive breasts to full-attention. She herself had admired the effect as she was dressing earlier.
At the same time, she was thinking about the stranger. The young man was definitely what girls more his own age would call, “a hottie.” Naomi had not been with a man that much younger since she herself had been a young woman. She could only imagine the stamina of his youth meeting the passion of her experience She sighed loudly.
Her own sigh grabbed her attention, and Naomi realized that she better get back with the pie.
“Thanks Naomi,” the young man said as she placed it in front of him.
She was startled. How did he know her name?
He saw the look in her face, and pointed to her left breast. Shocked, Naomi looked down, wondering if she was hanging out too much. She sighed softly when she realized he was pointing at her nametag.
“I really do like dessert,” the young customer said, his eyes shifting over to her right breast, where it was certainly no name tag he was examining.
“Do you now?” Naomi asked, cocking her hip to one side. She was pleased to see his eyes respond by appropriately tracing her curves.
“Oh yes,” he continued, “My friends tell me I’m a picky eater.” His gaze met hers, and, he was smiling from his perfect mouth to his glittering, hazel eyes, and one dimple in his adorable left cheek.
“Picky, huh?” Naomi broke the eye-contact, just long enough to further inspect his physique before returning, to see that his own eyes were caressing every inch of her exposed skin. She shivered.
“I only like the good, sweet stuff,” he further explained, his sultry examination pausing at her lap area, before rising to rest on her enhanced cleavage
“I bet your mother taught you better than that,” Naomi returned, blushing a bit as she subconsciously inhaled to lift her breasts to prominence.
“Keep my mom out of our sex talk,” he laughed.
Naomi couldn’t help but laugh right along with him. This guy was a charmer. Not subtle, but a charmer.
“So what happens after the lunch crowd?” he asked.
What was he implying? “I go home and eat bonbons,” she replied glibly.
Voyeur Holiday in Paris – P2
by Editor on August 1st, 2020
filed under Voyeur
“Isis tells me you two met in the ladies room and hit it off right away.”
“Yes, you could say that.” Maria blushed, as she recalled what happened in the ladies room. The waitress brought us a round of drinks and could not keep her eyes off the buxom beauty, neither could Burt.
“Maria is such a nice person, a giving person, wouldn’t you say.”
“Yes she is, I’m amazed that you got to know her so well in such a short time.” Burt answered.
“Indeed, we have become very close, she is very special, it was destiny that we met.” Then Isis placed her hand on the young woman’s thigh.
“Where are you from?” Burt inquired.
“I live right here in New York, but my family is from Egypt, I still have relatives in Cairo. Where are you from?”
“We have a farm in Virginia and we love it but it’s good to get away for a vacation, Maria and I will be here for about a week, this is our first night in town.”
” I own a club and tomorrow night I insist that you two visit my place for dinner, a show and drinks, it will be on the house of course.”
“Oh, how nice of you, but you don’t have to do that for us.” Maria said.
“I know that I don’t have to, but I want to give you a nice welcome to the city, I am very fond of you.” Isis’s hand moved to lightly brush Maria’s pussy. The young wife was embarrassed and hoped her husband could not tell what was going on.
“Where are you two staying?”
“We think we are staying next door but our reservations got lost and they are trying to help us.” Burt answered.
“Nonsense, you will stay with me, my husband and I have a large home and it would be my pleasure to have you as guest; my husband will be back tomorrow. He is in the import-export business and comes and goes quite a bit, it would please me to have you stay with us.”
“No, we could not impose on you like that,” Maria was going to say more but a finger slipped in her pussy and she was afraid to say anything else.
Isis placed her arm around the younger woman’s shoulders and said, “Come on, you know that you want to stay with me and I would love the company.”
“Well I…I.. guess so!” Maria mumbled, not wanting do reveal her arousal as the 31yr.old woman moved her finger inside Maria’s now wet cunt.
“Let’s go home and relax, where is your luggage?”
“It’s in our car.”
Isis called her driver and he came to the table and got the keys to drive the couples car. Maria and Burt walked with Isis to her Rolls outside the front door. All passers by stared at Isis, her presence commanded attention.
After a half hour drive the Rolls parked in front of a large apartment building with a doorman, the elevator took them to the top floor and they entered the room and were stunned by the size and beauty of the place. Isis gave them a tour and directed her driver to their room with the luggage.
Isis turned on some music and led them to the balcony where they sipped champagne and enjoyed the breathtaking view of the city
“Your place is fantastic, I love it!” exclaimed Maria.
“I’m so glad you like it, little girl.” as she kissed Maria full on the mouth.
Burt stared at the sight of his young wife being held and kissed by this exotic beauty.
Sexy Voyeur Meal
by Editor on July 20th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
One spring day, a fish was swimming about a foot below the surface of a lake and saw a fly hovering just out of striking distance.
The fish said to itself, “If that fly comes six inches closer, I’ll jump up and have myself a meal.” Just then, a bear on the shore of the lake looked up and said to itself, ” If that fly gets any closer to that fish, the fish will jump up, and I’ll catch the fish and have myself a meal.”
One spring day, a fish was swimming about a foot below the surface of a lake and saw a fly hovering just out of striking distance.
The fish said to itself, “If that fly comes six inches closer, I’ll jump up and have myself a meal.” Just then, a bear on the shore of the lake looked up and said to itself, ” If that fly gets any closer to that fish, the fish will jump up, and I’ll catch the fish and have myself a meal.”
As luck would have it, a hunter saw what was happening. He thought to himself, “If that fly moves closer to the fish, the fish will jump, the bear will lean over to grab the fish, and I’ll shoot the bear.”
Just then, a rat was standing behind the hunter saying to itself,” If that fly moves closer to the fish, the fish will jump, the bear will lean over to grab the fish, the hunter will lean over to shoot the bear, and I’ll grab the sandwich from the back pocket of the hunter.
However, unbeknownst to the rat, a cat was observing everything and thinking, “If that fly moves closer to the fish, the fish will jump, the bear will grab the fish, the hunter will shoot the bear, the rat will grab the sandwich, and I’ll snatch the rat.”
At that very moment, the fly dropped a few inches, the fish grabbed the fly, the bear grabbed the fish, the hunter shot the bear, the rat grabbed the sandwich, the cat jumped, missed the rat and landed in the lake.
The moral of this story is:
If the fly drops six inches the pussy will get wet..
Lunchtime Voyeur Orgies – 1
by Editor on July 12th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Another busy lunch crowd in Naomi’s section today. She was working her ass off as usual, waiting tables and making sure her regulars were well taken care of. They always asked for her section, sometimes waiting even when there were open tables in other sections. She smiled in spite of her weariness. I am damn good, she said to herself.
Most of her usual customers were middle aged men from nearby office buildings. Most of them tried to flirt with her, and she was always cordial, but really wasn’t interested. It wasn’t that she didn’t like men at all. She was just choosy, and there was little about these well-worn good-providers that compelled her to consider choosing them.
She did, however, like to spend a little extra time with the professional women, especially when they came in wearing designer outfits. She harbored a secret longing to wear things like that at her own job, a deep-seated need to feel as sexy at work as she was sure they did. She especially envied those who wore personally-tailored designer dresses, clingy and revealing without being trashy. Naomi imagined she would wear a lacy garter and stockings underneath such a dress for an added boost of sensuality.
Jolene was one of the professional women in the restaurant today. She was always friendly to Naomi, but today she and her co-workers seemed to be in an extra good mood. Much younger than Naomi, Jolene was a glamorously pretty blonde whose blue, tear-drop eyes and full lips were a warm invitation for any eye to drift down and take in her large breasts and long legs. She was wearing a navy blue designer dress today, very tight-fitting over her young curves, and shorter than might have been strictly professional. When she sat down, it slid up her shapely thighs. Naomi had already seen the top of her black stockings. She knew there was a garter belt there, and took a vicarious thrill from the demonstration of bold sexiness.
Naomi herself was about forty-five, but looked ten or even fifteen years younger. Soft, light-brown hair and softer eyes which almost matched her hair in shade, she took good care of herself. Not like the designer women who had personal trainers and exclusive health clubs, she just worked hard and liked it. She liked the results of her hard work, too. Nor was her admiration limited to her well-defined lean musculature and toned waist. Sometimes, just after coming out of the shower, she would look at herself in the big mirror in her bathroom. And sometimes, her hands would drift to her breasts, and she would watch as she played with them. She had to say, they looked good.
As the lunch hour crush started to ebb off, the crowd thinned out and headed back to their offices. Naomi was starting to count out her tips when a young, dark-haired man came into the restaurant and stood at the hostess station. She looked up expectantly as he simply continued talking on his cell phone.
“Yeah, I’ll pick up some champagne for when you home, we can celebrate the promotion,” he was saying.
Naomi continued to watch as the manager seated him in a booth by the window. The young man was wearing a brown leather bomber jacket, blue jeans and a button down blue shirt. He opened the jacket and she noticed his slim waist. She couldn’t help but move her gaze even lower. She caught herself. “What the hell am I doing,” she muttered to herself. “I need to get laid. It’s been way to long. Now I’m looking at a kid not even half my age!” Then she smiled. Maybe that’s not all bad, she mused.
She brought the menu and coffee over to him, just as he closed his cell. He looked up.
“Hey there,” he beat her to the greeting. “What’s good?”
Naomi smiled. I am, she thought to herself. “Depends what you’re in the mood for.” She handed him the menu. “Coffee?”
He nodded and she poured a cupful. “I like to be surprised,” he said with another smile. Nice teeth and very nice lips.
Naomi caught herself licking her own lips. “Oh then, you should definitely try the meatloaf. It’s really a surprise meat.”
He laughed. “Actually, I think I’ll start with dessert. How’s the pie?”
“Apple is to die for,” Naomi said.
“Sold.”
Naomi laughed. “You’re easy.”
Voyeur Holiday in Paris – P1
by Editor on July 1st, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Maria and her husband Burt were enjoying dinner at a fine restaurant in Paris. The 22yr. old couple drove up here from their home in rural Virginia. The blond 5’2″ blue-eyed beauty was fascinated with the big city; it was a far cry from her farm in Va. The couple loved their farm but it was good to get away for a week. The farm provided ample income and they thought it would be a good time to get away, before they had any children. They both wanted kids but planned to wait about another year, they had been married only eight months.
Maria noticed an exotic beauty standing at the bar. The woman stood out from the crowd, she was tall, over 6′.Her skin was dark and she had long black hair past her shoulders and half way down her back, her eyes sparkled and her 42DD breast pointed upward. Maria was mesmerized by the captivating creature, as was everyone in the room.
Maria excused herself and went to the ladies room; when she exited the stall, Maria was startled to see the sensual beauty looking in the mirror and admiring herself. “Hi!” Maria said, while washing her hands, after she dried them the woman placed her hands on the shoulders of the young blond and spun her around and kissed her full on the lips, whirling her tongue in the frightened young wife’s mouth.
Maria felt tingles down her spine, and she felt the dampness form in her panties. She was on fire and couldn’t understand it. She had never been with a female before, not even another man, only her husband. The dominating dark-haired beauty squeezed Maria’s 34C cup breast and ushered the blond wife by the arm inside the end stall. With her other hand she slid her fingers up Maria’s leg and inside her panties.
While squeezing her breast she inserted two fingers in Maria’s pussy and finger fucked her obscenely. Maria was gasping for breath and moaning. The fingers became a blur as they fucked her sopping cunt feverishly. Maria was fucking back as her body shook and she reached a powerful orgasm. “What is your name?”
“My..my.. name is Maria.” the aroused blond answered.
“I’ll just call you Juicy Maria, you are so fucking wet. Here, smell and suck my wet fingers, taste yourself.”
Maria was in a daze, she felt compelled to obey this gorgeous woman and she could not understand why. She wondered what was wrong with her as she sucked her own pussy juice from the authoritative woman’s fingers.
With a firm hand she was pushed to sit on the toilet seat. The voluptuous beauty lifted her dress and displayed her hairy cunt just inches from Maria’s pretty face. With the other hand she guided that pretty face to her waiting cunt. The scent that omitted from the aroused cunt was overpowering and intoxicating, Maria kissed and licked the pussy without ever being told! The woman roughly held her face to the sopping cunt, Maria ate the pussy like it was the best meal she ever had. Her face glistened with pussy juice as she was pushed away from the delicious cunt. “Enough for now, little one. Is that your husband at the table?”
“Yes.” Is all that the bewildered blond could reply.
“Clean yourself up, you are a mess, I will meet you at the table!”
Maria looked her in the eyes and was lost in the deep black sea, it was as if her eyes were an ocean and it was pulling her in. She was mesmerized and had no will of her own, she wondered how this could happen to her, but Maria knew that she would do anything this woman told her to do! As she looked in the mirror Maria saw that she was indeed a mess, the pretty face was glowing with pussy juice, the hair was all mussed up and her dress was twisted. The young blond did her best to make herself presentable and endeavored to return to the table.
Burt was standing and conversing with the exotic sex goddess. He looked so handsome in his blue suit, it matched his blue eyes, his brown hair looked lighter next her black hair, Burt was 6″ tall and had to look up to her, she was about 6″3′, but she did wear high-heels.
Sleeping Beauty
by Editor on June 18th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
He halted, momentarily, as the dry leaves in the driveway crunched underneath his step. Damn! So close now, too close to blow it and his heart pounded so hard he was sure she would hear or worse yet, her boyfriend. He hoped he was a heavy sleeper. He knew she was, she had told as much. And much, much more besides…. Indeed, her willingness to open herself up so innocently to him, across cyberspace, had made this moment possible, planted the seed, and had led him here.
Ahh the front door, wide open…….. how did that email last week go? “Yeah” she had confessed without guile, and in total naivety “I’m pretty hopeless with security, always forget to close the front door at night..”
He sniffed at the tendrils of sandalwood, gently perfuming the air, while delicately opening the fly wire door. Dark, he was grateful for the dim golden glow that spilled out from the open double glass art deco doors (the lounge room he surmised) and he paused to contemplate his next move. The door on his left, the bedroom he assumed, from the muffled noises of sleeping soul. His excitement was palpable; his racing pulse and the sudden tautness in his groin reminded him of his high expectations for this evening. He knew what he wanted but had no idea how this would play out.
Steeling his nerve, he crept quietly to the bedroom as his eyes adjusted to the dim, dim light. One body in the bed, snoring. It had to be the boyfriend. He knew from her photo profile she was tinier than the elongated shape beneath the covers.
He turned to face the lounge room doors and stole quietly in. And there she was..”I always fall asleep on the lounge room floor” she had written and she had not lied!
The lamp in the corner cast a beguiling, gentle light across her sleeping form. She lay on her back on a lambskin rug, pillows and opulent large cushions surrounding her. Her arms thrown back over her head, almost begging to be bound together, long golden brown hair spread beneath her.
Perfect! He watched her for seemed like an eternity, just breathing her in with his eyes. Her face was relaxed in repose, her long eyelashes fanned out, the light emphasizing her high cheek bones and that mouth, God, how in that moment he wanted to kiss her hard. Her long slender neck above fragile shoulders, the line of her collar bones, now there was something he had never noticed before in her photos, the one freckle at the center of the base of her throat.
He knelt to get closer. In doing so he inadvertently knocked her computer, resting on the coffee table, out of its hibernation and he turned to look at the screen. He smiled in surprise…so the last thing she was looking at before slumber was him, a montage of every photo he had ever sent her, bare chested, cock in hand…..and what was this, she had been writing too!
“Your cock is my God.
On my knees before you, supplicant, I worship.
“Bless me, for I have sinned”
“Then suck this”
Holy Communion, my eyes open, I quiver exultant
my lips parted “O” I take you in.
Sacrament.
My God, flesh
Velvet against my lips. your Godhead
My serpent tongue flickers
“Suck harder”
Your cock is my God, …..”
He stifled the involuntary groan as the object of her literary homage throbbed in pleasure; even in sleep her words whisper seduction.
Mmmm maybe, if she awakes, she’ll think she is dreaming…..
Her simple cotton dress, white with tiny pink flowers stretched tight across her chest and he watched the rise and fall of her sleeping breath, her long nipples, soft, pliant yet visible beneath its sheer, summer weight fabric. He wanted to rip that dress apart right then and there but no, no
His eyes ran to her pretty tiny feet, toenails painted in hot pink, her arches high, unmarred by callous or bunion, still lightly golden from last years summer, broad across the ball. “Aussie feet!” he smiled. “Half a life time without shoes”, slender ankles, a dancers well defined calves bare, her dress halted at the knees, he could not resist. He began to reach forward, wishing to reach out, wanting to delicately begin to lift the fabric of her dress, slowly, ever so slowly, up over her thighs.
An audible moan escaped her lips, as she turned slightly, lifting her knees and allowing her dress, to fall away as if, in her sleep she had perceived his innermost thoughts, to reveal those velvet thighs, burnished gold in the lamp light and he stole this Goddess given opportunity to assist with the momentum, pushing the falling fabric deftly, delicately, imperceptibly up over her thighs, her hips, to drop it delicately just above her waist.
He pulled back then to survey once more this gently lit languid fleshscape, the interplay of light and shadow, accentuating every crest and valley, the peaks of the ridge created by her ribcage, falling away to the rolling undulating plains of her breathtaking belly. The prominent hips, rising just enough to create a curve so delicate, so perfect it cried for his tongue, a gateway to the darker delta, a small forest almost hiding that valley, deep moist mysterious and lush.
Every muscle twitched in the incredible tension, how often he had played out his moment in the last few days, multitude of routes to a thousand conclusions, he fought every carnal and primal urge to pounce, to ravage, nothing had prepared him for the reality of this image of his wet dreams, made flesh, those glorious photos, manifest.
A tiny whimper from her, audible, just above the sound of his own surging blood, pounding heart, like she felt him rape her over and over with his mind.
He locked his eyes on to her face, gentle in repose and slowly brought his head down to her belly stopping just a hairs breath from the contact of skin on skin. He had always been a rational man, a skeptic, but in this moment he became a believer, her aura danced electric across his cheek.
He breathed her in, the last vestiges of her chosen scent blending so beautifully with her very own as he navigated her through aroma, on his journey to her soft downy hinterland between her thighs, where her scent, her truest essence of her became so sharp, so tantalizingly pungent, the rush and surge of his own blood dictated he could hold back no longer.
He stood and unzipped his jeans, his eyes never leaving the vision of her, vulnerable, beneath him, and even the familiar, the solid grip of his own hand, a new fission. With stealth, he crept round closer to her face now inclined to the side relaxed in doleful slumber and knelt down before her, bringing his throbbing cock, as close as he dare to her beautiful face. His deepest desire was to grab her hair, to force those sleeping lips to take his godflesh whole. However, on the velvet tip of his erection he felt the rhythm of her sleeping breath, her expiration dancing a slow gentle tune, so delicate, so exquisite, and in a move more daring than he could not quite believe, with the tiny drip of precum, he honeyed her lips, anointing her, communion offered by her god.
The roar within he could control no longer, and as every muscle contracted and quivered, through his own beating hand, his own calloused grip, he felt the surge, his balls tightened, and he came, majestic; long ropey globules of come rained down, a divine blessing upon the gorgeous valley of her naked belly.
As the headiness of his coming, slowly dissipated, his senses once again attuned to the danger he was in, quickened by the sounds of muffed moans from the bedroom. He stole one finally glimpse of his sleeping beauty, how the excesses of his desire for her now sparkled in the golden glow of the lamp, a sacred, beatific vision emblazoned upon his memory, and stole away as deftly as he had entered.
The crunch of his footfall upon the dry leaves in the driveway stirred her and she smiled, radiant, beatific, slowly running her hands through his glory on her belly, bringing her now creamy, viscous fingertips to her lips, drawing in her fingers deep into her throat with love, with reverence. Exultant, in religious ecstasy, she tasted her God, her Holy Communion, and her Sacrament.
