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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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Wanton Witch is a little story or fantasy about a client of mine. Of course, no name ever mentioned, but his story drove me crazy with lustful cravings.

Didn’t anyone tell you to beware of what lurks behind locked doors? Obviously not. Walking alone in the forest he sought nothing more that a little nature hike. It’s spring and the woods have come alive with new growth and animals awakening for their first breath of new air. Soft petals of flowers and the trees have suddenly changed from a dull dark shade of gray, to a beautiful green. Yes, the world is once again awakening after a long winters nap. Never in his wildest of dreams did he believe the story of the Wanton Witch who lurks deep in the forest. Legend has it that once inside of her, she steals a little drop of your soul. Also, she leaves her victims in a sexual heat that can’t be denied.

Do you believe in the Wanton Witch?

A Gypsy by nature and name, the woman is said to be so beautiful that it hurts the eyes to take her in. Hair as dark as a starless night, eyes rich in chocolate, and her body? Well, that is made of heaven and hell. You will decide after one time in the arms of the Goddess.

“Welcome in. I’m sure it’s been a very long walk. Let me make you some tea,” she whispered.

He nodded, his legs weary, almost afraid to tell her that he was lost. “I would like that. Are you out here all alone?” he asks.

Pouring a hot cup of tea, a little herb combined with a little something special. Handing it over, her lips creeping with a smile, “Here. Drink up. It will make you feel so much better.”

Did the lost soul drink the potion?

What do you think? He’s a man, so yes, he fell for the powers of a beautiful woman. A few sips in, he is unable to struggle. Stripped of all clothing, a paralyzed man would feed the Wanton Witch with his seed. Each time he cums she takes a little more. He will now be the perfect pet. Every woman will want him. He will spill his seed in each, taking from them their soul and delivering it back to the beauty in the woods.

“Welcome to my house. Come in and sit while I make you some delicious tea.”

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