Voyeur

I recognized your beautiful broad shoulders catch the light as you entered. Your strong body moving through an undulating crowd, the air thick with sounds, smells, and flavours. I hoped desperately that you’d notice me, bound to my chair, gagged, and eager, tucked into a dark corner to watch.

Your energy was palpable. Focussed, intense, your eyes scanned the room. You passed a brunette held impeccably still on hands and knees with the guidance of an anal hook, and landed a sharp and purposeful smack on her ass. Her eyes winced as she moaned into the pain. I watched as you left your hand in place and observed her rigging. Your eyes followed your fingertips as you grazed her breasts, slowly pinching each nipple until you watched her eyes squeeze shut again. She whimpered quietly when you collected her hair in your hand, moving it out of her face.

“You look like you’re being a very good girl.” You said as she looked up at you, mascara collecting on her lower lids. Sweat had started beading on her bare skin, and her ass was turning rosy. “I want you to stay very still. Do you understand?”

She nodded eagerly and a small smile crept across her lips. You produced your cock from your pants and she moved forward to taste it. You quickly corrected her by squeezing her hair tightly in your fist.

“No. Stay still.”

She winced, bit her lower lip, and resigned.

“Open your mouth. Show me your tongue.”

Obediently she provided both. You rested the head of your cock on her tongue, just outside her lips. You held her there in suspense, pausing a moment to take her in, in all of her slutty glory. After relishing the image, you slowly fed your cock into her mouth. You hesitated momentarily when you watched her body react to you reaching the back of her throat, then pressed on, deeper, challenging her capacity.

I watched her pussy spasm and soak, a creaminess developing and creeping past her inner lips. I wished I could be close enough to smell her.

You started to fuck her face with authority, holding the back of her head in place, thrusting past her lips with a budding sadistic energy, a look of nonchalance written across your brow. Her juices carved trails down her legs, her inner thighs slick, pussy glistening. I watched your fingers dig into her hair as you forced your cock to its deepest point, her nose nestled against your skin. A sharp moan escaped as you pulled out and let her catch her breath.

“Good girl.”

You moved on, leaving her behind, spit running down her chin and throat.

A few paces away you came across a stag and vixen. He, seated comfortably, cock in hand, watching his wife tongue fuck a demure blonde. You approached and met his gaze; he nodded. She was yours for the taking.

You grabbed her by the hips and drew the tip of your cock across her slit. She was deliciously wet as you dipped the tip of your cock into her, drawing more juice out, coating your head. Her stag stroked himself while you worked your fingers into her. The first two entered easily, you met resistance with the third. You gently but consistently applied pressure, spreading her apart, taking care and time to adjust her while her pussy took what you gave it.

This wasn’t what you were after.

You used her juice and your fingers together to slowly work her asshole open. She was warm and ready, a grateful recipient of the attention. I felt the blood pound in my ears as I watched you line your cock up and work it in. Her brows furrowed as she let out a deep and raspy gasp, too preoccupied with sensation to remember where she was or what she was doing. The blonde moved her pelvis upward slightly to connect with her lips as you buried your cock in her. Your three bodies moved in synchronization. Her body absorbed your thrusts, transferring the energy to her mouth that buried deeper into the blonde.

The muscles in her shoulders and back started to ripple, the backs of her thighs tightening and relaxing. You hung your head and closed your eyes as you felt her orgasm build, her asshole spasming rhythmically around your cock. Within moments, a flush of pink ran across her skin and she started shaking. You pulled your cock out and squatted down behind her, working your tongue into her, biding her release. She rewarded you, or perhaps you rewarded her, with a gush of cum so rigorous it coated your chest.

“You beautiful whore. You loved that didn’t you?” Said her stag, working the end of his cock. She nodded yes and giggled, her mouth full of blonde pussy.

Your belt rattled as you took your pants clean off. The blonde propped herself up onto her elbow to help you unbutton your shirt.

“Enjoy.” You said.

“I am.” She smiled.

You’d been eying a mass of bodies at the far end of the room this entire time. You broke through the circle of voyeurs and saw a redhead, shackled, blindfolded, and gagged. From what you could tell, she’d been used for hours. Her ass was covered with deep blue and purple marks, cum collecting in the small of her back, running down her legs, matting in her hair. A tall, dark man had been aggressively pounding her ass, and had just pulled out to make his own deposit on her pearly white skin. You watched him spread her cheeks apart and admire her gape.

From my chair in the corner I watched your eyes scan her. My clit throbbed and my nipples felt white hot pulses run through them. I wanted to watch you cum.

“Who’s next?” A burly fellow in plain black tee shirt called out.

You moved forward, cock purple with enthusiasm. There was an array of paddles, prongs, belts, and crops beside her. You grabbed a thick black belt in your hands.

THWACK.

The sound echoed through the chamber. I squirmed in my seat, equally terrified and excited.

THWACK.

The skin on her thighs was already turning a deep red.

THWACK.

Sweat crept down my neck.

THWACK.

Her head hung and her body shook. The pain was palpable and immense.

THWACK.

Her arms gave and she buckled fully forward, the collection of cum in her lower back rolling upwards along her spine towards the nape of her neck.

You placed the belt at her side and ran your hands along her legs, admiring the nuances of her skin, taking an inventory of every nook and cranny.

You walked around front of her and whispered in her ear.

“You filthy fucking slut.”

Drool found it’s way past her ball gag. She worked through shallow, rattling breaths.

You pulled the gag from her mouth.

“Clean it off.”

Mentally exhausted and physically spent, she took your cock into her mouth and worked it slowly but expertly, rippling her tongue against your head, effortlessly taking the entirety of your shaft, leaving a pool of spit to collect on and coat your balls. You laid back and let her work, your body propped up on a set of pillows. The crowd watched with anticipation, waiting for your turn to add to her collection. You opened your mouth and the sounds of satisfaction bound from your lips. Your eyes closed as you laid fully back, facing the ceiling. I watched your face relax, a whole new energy consuming you.

Your legs started to twitch, long strips of muscle responding reflexively to the growing tension in your body. I ground myself downward into the seat of my chair, at this point fully coated in my cream, working to find any semblance of friction while I watched.

It seemed to carry on endlessly, her mouth devouring every inch of you, your body graciously accepting her service.

I listened for the familiar sounds of a man about to release. Instead, I watched you lift her face and spit on it. You released her, and she plunged downward, taking the entirety of your cock while you thrust upward into her mouth. Your head fell backward as the final stages of orgasm built and rocked through you. You pulled her mouth off of you and coated her face with a massive load. Your toes curled as your body spasmed. Your face was twisted in a mixture of pleasure and intensity.

You replaced her ball gag and stood to leave. You landed a final blow to her ass and made your way back through the crowd.

“Next!”

I trembled as I watched you walk to your pile of clothes and dress to leave. My body spasmed intensively and anticipation worked itself through my veins. I hardly noticed my nipples being pinched, pulled, and teased. It barely registered when yet another person unloaded his cock onto my chest. I watched you head to the door, throwing your jacket on, heading out into the cool night air.

It was a pleasure to see you again, sir.