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Leaning over the edge of the tub, she turned her head to make sure he was watching. As a smirk creased her lips, she reached back with one hand, drawing a fine line up and down the crack of her ass. Damp from the water, she stopped at the entrance, tapping once on the sealed opening. She cried out, her breathing stopped as though she were a mouse in a trap. A single finger pushed inside, sending waves of pain through her entire body. Pain would not detour her. She knew the price she would pay to put on this show. As the tight rim cut the circulation from her finger, she pushed deeper in to prove she was worthy of his time.

The male sat perplexed. Did he join her and replace her finger with his cock, or watch the show and force her to cum by herself? A sadistic grin creased his lips the moment she begged for his help.

“Please,” she cried. Her voice a raspy cry of needed release.

His laugh louder than usual, but then again, the show she was putting on seemed to amuse more than excite the man. A socialite with the morals of a saint. Well, when the camera rolled, she was as pure as snow. When the lights dimmed, the whore played games with her sick little mind.

“Please, what?” he asked, his tone toying with the female.

Fingers moving in and out of her tightest opening, mumbles now replaced her words. Every emotion known to God raped her mind as she lost control of all self-respect.

“Please fuck me like the whore that I am,” she begged.

Smug, he took the final withdrawal from his cigarette. His body now upright, he stood at the edge of the tub, ashing the cancer stick on her ass. “I have no need for whores. Finish that mess and leave before I have you removed,” he said, his words dripping sarcasm.

Cries of pleasure echoed through the small room. Her screams of relief music to his ears. The more he denied her, the more she would realize that every woman is a whore given the right situation.

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Isn’t it odd when you know someone is watching you, but can’t do anything about it? I woke up Friday with the feeling that there were more eyes on me than my own. Odd, because I live in a loft apartment and from the street you can’t see in the giant bay window. Well, unless you live in the ocean, and I haven’t seen any sailors lurking.

I’ve always been sort of a nudist, so being on display isn’t an issue for me. In fact, I love when strangers look at me. It’s the main reason that when I wake at the ass crack of dawn each morning that I do a sunrise 3-mile run. I could run any time of day, but the perverts come out when it’s still dark out. I am sure for them it seems dirtier that way. For me, I love to imagine fucking a stranger in the bathroom and never asking his name. If that makes me a whore, I will wear that Scarlet letter with pride.

Still, I can’t shake that feeling. About 2 weeks ago I had my house cleaned by a service for the first time. With the holiday around the corner, I wanted to make sure that it was spotless. My mother can be a white gloved bitch at times. It was then that the light in my head came on and I knew that someone was watching me. It had to be a hidden camera somewhere in my apartment but finding it would prove to be a job all on its own. I’m a minimalist, but the place is spacious.

The camera was the last place I looked, but when I found it, something inside of me snapped. Not knowing who was watching me turned me on. Was it a woman, or a man? Either way, I planned on making sure that little camera was worth it. From the moment I found it, I made sure no clothing was allowed in my house. Again, I am a nudist at heart, so this was easy. Stripping naked in front of the silent eye, every inch of my body tingles in anticipation. What if it was someone I knew? I did have a girlfriend and her man over a few days ago. Could they? No! Of course not. She would never do something like that. Him, now that’s a different story. He acted a little too friendly when he came to dinner. Helping me with dishes, and even taking out my trash. He could be the culprit. I’m not going to lie. I sort of hope it is.

Three days into this little game and I knew that the suspense was killing me. I had to know who it was, and make sure they never forget the way I look when I cum. Putting it to the test, I invited my girlfriend over and told her that I needed to feel her. She and I have played for years, so she was more than happy to come by. Imagine being her boyfriend and seeing your girl bent over getting her ass eaten by another girl. If it was him, he would show himself right away. How could not?

I waited until my friend arrived to fill her in on part of the details. All she knew was that someone was watching, and I needed to know who. As devious as I am, she’s worse. Stripping as we walked to the bedroom, our clothing left a trail from the door to the bed. Poor guy was being put to the ultimate test and didn’t even know it.

My hands roamed over her body, making sure to cup that perfect ass. Nails digging into the fleshy part of her cheeks, I kissed her rough, using my teeth to grab her bottom lip. God damn, was that a growl coming from me? It was. For a minute I forgot about the voyeur and focused on this Goddess in front of me. Sasha is 5ft 8, 110, and has the body of a porn star. I’ve fucked her before, but never like this. I had to have her and if that was her boyfriend watching, I would make him jealous. It was the least I could do for him planting a spy cam inside my apartment.

Pushing her back on the bed, I spread her legs and did the make or break move. Slow and steady I used the tip of my tongue to draw a path from her right ankle to where her thigh meets her hip. God damn, she tasted and smelled like the last peach of summer. Ripe and ready for me to dive in. One lick was all it took, well, and the fact that I asked if I ate pussy better than her boyfriend. The moment she agreed, her phone went off. Guess who it was?

I wanted to laugh when Sasha ignored the phone and let me devour that dirty little cunt of hers. Pressing my hands to her thighs to steady her, I licked from her asshole to her clit. Now I know why the pooh bear licked the honey pot. She was as sweet as honey. Swirling my tongue into her opening, we both jumped when someone pounded on my front door. Nope, he could stand outside and wait and wonder. Poor guy should have enjoyed the movie at home because what I have planned for him is pure torture.

“Should we let him in?” I asked.

Sasha laughed, nodding, “Do it, but let’s get dressed and act like nothing happened. If he acts weird, we know. If not, well, we invite him to play. We can find out how stupid he is with the way he acts.”

As quick as possible we both dressed. Sasha sat on the couch and waited as I opened the door with a huge smile on my face. The look he gave me said everything we already knew. He was the culprit and now, we make him pay for what he did.

“Why are you banging on my door like the Goddamn cops?” I asked.

“Where is MY girlfriend,” he demanded.

I laughed and pointed to the couch. Sasha now dressed, sat with a cup of wine in her hand, faking an innocent smile to her boyfriend. Was he so dumb to think that we would let him catch us in the act? Well, he is a man, so yes.

I giggled when he stormed through the door, shocked that she wasn’t naked and aroused. He thought he would get a show, and all he got was two women laughing at him for being a little pervert.

“Why the hell are you here?” Sasha asked. She knew but wanted to have him say it.

He growled, looking at her, “You know why I’m here!”

Both of us laughed, but I spilled the beans. “Why, because you put a camera in my bedroom. You’re a fucking pervert. How dare you!” I yelled.

“Yeah, how fucking dare you spy on my friend like that,” Sasha laughed. “I should dump you for that,” she added.

“Wait, no. I didn’t do anything. She’s lying,” he cried.

“Don’t dump him. He needs to earn his place in your life again. I have the perfect solution to this. Let’s take him to that place we like to visit. You know the one. It will teach him something he will never forget,” I cackled.

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Everyone has a fantasy that they keep bottled up out of fear. Do you? Let me know in the comments if there is something you are dying to try, but too scared to ask. I will share one of mine, but just know, the darkest ones can’t be told here.

I arrived at the restaurant alone, but not for long. My date arranged by a dear friend, all I knew about the man was that he was older. Glancing around the place, I knew him the moment I saw him. Dressed in a suit, the older male looked like he walked out of Vogue magazine. Salt and pepper gray hair, eyes that soaked my panties with one glance, and that smile. God, that smile sent shivers up and down my spine. He was perfection wrapped up in one person. I never in my wildest of dreams thought I could get a date with this fantasy man.

Fantasy can at times be better than the real thing.

A quick peck on the check, exchange of names, and the night began. We started off with casual chit chat, but the sparks were evident the moment our eyes met. He was like those men on the cover of a romance book. Perfect in every single way. A fantasy to most, but my perfect reality. He ordered for both, not even asking me what I wanted. That was a first for me. Most of the time I get the scatter brained type who stumble through their words, but right here, this man was all class.

“Panties off!” He said.

As though I was a deer caught in the headlights, I did as he asked. Once off I handed them over, watching as he brought them to his nose, inhaling deep. God damn! I might have came a little at that moment. Handing over a small box, the man smiled as he drank his wine.

“Open it and go to the bathroom and slide it in,” he said.

I opened the box and gasped. It was a small egg vibrator. One of those operated with a remote control. Do you want to know what happened next? Call me on niteflirt and complete the fantasy. A little hint, I can never return to that restaurant again.

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A taboo story I wrote about a little affair I stumbled upon. As a voyeur, you know that I watched ever second of this deceitful act. The character was made to have a few similarities to the writer, but well, they are two different beings.

Jake, dinner’s in the bowl. Come and eat.”

Talking to a cat is common for someone who lives alone. Not that kittens ever speak back, but for the lonely soul living in apartment 612, she has hope that one day that cat will turn into the man of her dreams. A girl can hope.

At 30, Nicole has lived in the same apartment for most of her life. After sharing it with her parents for a year, they retired to Florida, leaving her with the rent-controlled apartment. In New York, that is something you don’t want to give up. Not when broom closets can cost $1,200.00 per month. When you’re on a starving writer’s salary, there was no way she could move. Well, not until she got that big break every writer hopes to get. Working for a community newspaper was only temporary, or so she kept telling herself. Three years into the job, and she still wasn’t anything more than a fact-checker. Nicole was not the kind of girl to catch the attention of the boss. He preferred big tit blondes with the IQ of a housefly. Nicole did the work while they stayed on their knees, doing their form of a job.

Perched in front of the window with her Chinese take-out box, Nicole began her nightly ritual. She loved watching the neighbors in the apartment building across the walkway. Since her apartment was smack dab in the middle, she had the best view of everything below the sixth floor. Plus, her telescope gave her a bird’s eyes advantage to peek into the lives of others. Sometimes she placed herself as a fly on the wall and wrote her own story.

She kept reminding herself that this would become a bestseller one day, and she would finally get her big break.

Taking her first bite of the vegetable-filled eggroll, she almost choked. The light from the apartment directly across from her popped on. It had been at least two days since she noticed any activity in that apartment. A young couple moved in about six months ago, and usually, the only one home was the husband. The wife worked nights, so she was rarely home. If Nicole had to guess, she would say she was a nurse. She wore scrubs, and with the hours she kept, she probably worked the graveyard shift.

As she ate, Nicole watched as the dark-haired male cleaned up the apartment, struggled to open a bottle of wine, and stood adjusting his tie in the mirror. Maybe the wife was home, and it was date night? Either way, he had piqued her interest solely on watching him. All she could hope for was that he didn’t close the shades tonight. A few times when they first moved in, she caught them having sex. That had to be the highlight of her viewing addiction. There was something dirty about dipping into the bedroom of strangers and watching as they indulge in intimate acts. For Nicole, that night was one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced.

“Oh, shit, who is that?” Nicole whispered.

Across the walkway in that 6th-floor apartment, the door rang. When the male opened it, that wasn’t his wife. The man was married to a small dumpy blond, but this tall brunette he greeted with a kiss was not his wife. Gasping, she pushed the food in her mouth faster as she watched the man shove the woman against the door, his hands groping her like an animal in heat. Thank god, for the telescope. Nicole could see it all.

“Fuck nuggets, if his wife comes home, he’s dead. I would kill that asshole if he cheated on me,” Nicole growled as she shoved her chopsticks into the container.

She shoved the wooden sticks into the food with each bite as though she was stabbing the male for cheating. The more clothing that came off, the madder she became. Cheating was wrong. She hated men who cheated, and this one most of all. He was doing it right there in the apartment he shared with his wife.

As a little fly on the wall, she watched the man fully undress the female, carrying her to the bedroom—one thrust as he tossed her on the bed. Laughter from the woman filled the room, her hands roaming all over her body as the male undressed. He was proud of his body, stroking his cock a few times when his pants came off. Long and hard, he pushed his hand around the fuck meat a few times, pushing a little cream to the head. A dribble leaking out to taunt the female, he motioned her forward to give her a taste of the succulent cream.

Smirking, she moved to her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, licking over her lips. “Mmm Papi, gimme some of that good stuff,” she purred.

The male grabbed her long brunette strands, yanking her forward to his cock. Smearing the pre-cum all over her face, pinching her nose to open her mouth. When she gasped for a breath, he replaced the air with his cock, forcing it inside. He Thrust forward, his balls slapping her chin in a clap of approval. He stretched her throat open to feed both of them what they needed. Grunts and groans came out as animalistic sounds as the man fed this beautiful woman the entire length of his massive cock. Pulling back, looking down at the female, he pulled out, a thin line of saliva still connecting them as one. With a quick slap of the head to her check, he stopped, smirking as though he knew someone was watching. Quickly looking out the open shade, he closed the blinds before continuing on the adulterous affair.

“NOOOO,” Nicole cried.

She slammed the food down on the small table, her show was over for the night, but she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she was a fly on their wall.

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