The Voyeur [Fan Fiction]

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The Voyeur [Fan Fiction]I was on holiday in the UK, and happened to be exploring scenic Norfolk, a beautiful coastal town. In this tiny village by the sea, I noticed an Edwardian house. I, as an artist and photographer, of course, always had my camera with me and I loved exploring with it wherever I was. I really loved provoking people, photographing hot girls as though I was fucking them in my mind. I had done several photographic sessions with naked girls- every type from a bodybuilder to an exotic dancer. Never touching them but just directing them on how to model for me, how to pose. At the end of these sessions, they all craved to have my erect penis pressed against them. They were turned on and wanted to have their brains fucked out. I had been inside the burlesque houses in New York and the live fuck places. Once I sat practically on the stage watching a man’s big throbbing cock plunge in and out of a woman.. moaning as he thrust into her deeper and deeper, thunking the back of her vaginal channel.. as she kicked her high heeled legs out, thrashing like a hot fuck-a****l.. needing it so much. In the burlesques, the lineup of men sitting in the dark, on semen stained seats..were all rubbing themselves under their jackets..through their pants, stroking their hungry bulges until they could not take the teasing anymore and they unzipped themselves. I remember an entire row of them, with their cocks exposed.. jerking until they exploded canlı bahis all over themselves.Anyway, as I approached this Edwardian house, I took a look around the sides of it and it was quite a shock to my system. There against the side of the house, was a nearly naked female, very voluptuous and rounded, undoing her big breasts from her tight bodice as a man knelt photographing her. She danced like a stripper, making me so fucking hard, I needed to unzip my jeans and have her swallow me whole.. yummy.. totally naked now and gleaming in the afternoon sun, she moved her labia against the man’s mouth. He put his camera down in the grass and I could hear his tongue slurping her cuntlips. I found myself coming right up to the fence pressing against it as he mouthfucked her. She stared right at me and smiled. I was so turned on by her, I knew I might lose it very soon and go over the edge. She laughed as she watched my cockbulge trying to push through that chainlink fence. I knew two things about her immediately, from the way she moved, her rolling, teasing strip-dance technique.. she had been a professional stripper and secondly, she got off on turning men on. Her mouth was open as she stared at my big hard-on, and her wet tongue was out licking her lips. Mmmm.. yes, she was as aroused as I was. She wanted me in her mouth. She loved sucking men and being fucked.. she loved it. I just could not believe this was happening to me. In broad bahis siteleri daylight and especially in this quaint, sleepy town. She came up to the fence and raised her knee against it, rubbing me up and down through the fence. I gasped and shot my load on her belly and cunt and on myself also. Amused, she beckoned to me to follow her as she walked away, toward a little door that led inside her house.She had me strip off my cum-blasted jeans so she could wash them for me. We sat together on her living room couch and I asked her about herself. I confess that I was very intrigued. She had c***dren, in school at that moment. She and her husband took advantage of that time alone for him to photograph her. She became very sensual and erotic when she was being camcorded, loving that experience of dancing naked in total sexual abandon, in her boots or heels. Sometimes, her husband-photographer, a historian by profession, got so turned on he had to stop and just take her. On the floor or up on the top of their dining table. She loved it rough even to the point of being bound or abused. She had that submissive aspect ingrained in her from c***dhood. Turned out she was a Muslim and maybe, I thought, the slave-master thing was a part of her culture. By going to a “gloryhole” nearby and sucking men off through a hole in the wall, while she remained hidden, she received some sort of power over men like this. But the opposite end of that spectrum bahis şirketleri was when she would go out at night “Dogging”.. blowing strangers, being tied up and having all her holes stuffed by multiple cocks. She went out in public without panties and made sure that men saw her spreading her thighs apart.. sometimes she fucked some of them while her husband watched. I quite liked her because she really was down to earth. There was both an aloofness, a craving for roughness but also a sweetness to her nature.. a willingness to please. We talked for some while and I found that I was into her..liking her more and more as she shared the details of her life with me. The more vulnerable she became to me, the more aroused I became. She touched my naked penis as it had been throbbing for awhile. She smiled as she rose, naked except for her heeled shoes. As I sat watching her, she went into her dark, long kitchen and started to slowly move her body for me. Her husband sat next to me with his video camera and we both photographed her as she gave herself up completely to her private savage muses. Her big, rounded soft breasts and areoles were so generous and her wet, pink labia was a thing of beauty.. she had an intensity to her gaze and her tongue licked her lips as she got hotter and hotter. We were all so fucking turned on at that moment. She was on both of us suddenly, swallowing both our cocheads, first mine and then her husband’s.. deepthroating our hard quivering shafts as she knelt before us, taking our bloated balls into her mouth from one of us to the other.. until finally we shot our steamy cumloads right into her face! That was some adventurous day for me!

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