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Voyeurs are us - Part 1, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-07-20. Times viewed: 6447.

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Intro: SoloF, Fisting, Masturbation, Penis machine, Voyeurs

Voyeurs are us!

Gutter Rhymes

Here we go again! Whoever lived in that apartment was a pervert of note. How else could one explain the same routine many times over. It had started a month before but I will start from the beginning.

I live in a high rise building in a nice part of town. My 11^th floor apartment has a large front balcony behind darkened glass. Most of the apartments in the block have these mirror-like windows obviously, for privacy. I am convinced I am not the only Peeping Tom in the block. My balcony “looks” directly into the window of the block next door and on the rare sunny day, I get quite good views into the adjacent high-rise building, to the extent that I recognise the occupants of some of the apartments.

My job as a strip-tease joint boss, meant that I worked late night till the ungodly hours of the morning, on all days except Sunday. I guess even my well-heeled customers could not reconcile going to Sunday church service in the morning and eying naked women with “bad intent” later in the day.

For a month running now, whoever the pervert in the apartment was, had been doing the same thing. There was the big screen TV mounted on the wall looking directly into my apartment. It always started with a high resolution picture of a woman’s middle section in different but always sexy lingerie and other clothing. The screen then showed a close-up view of the woman, taking off her clothes slowly, just like a strip-tease, the end was always a hardcore masturbation session. She used different items, mostly a humungous black dildo which she stuck in her vagina or anus. Sometimes she used 2 different dildos to pleasure her very clean and tight-looking bung hole. On other occasions she used some fancy double dildo that entered both her orifices, simultaneously. The violent way in which she would be moving her whole body, showed that she enjoyed this instrument particularly.

Initially I thought it was someone watching a porno video, but then I realised that this had to be a “live-feed” from somewhere. My erections became harder and my dick longer, as soon as I realised what was happening.

On the day, it started with the picture of her hand, little finger gesticulating like she was calling someone. My jaw was on the floor as I couldn’t believe what followed. The camera showed her emptying a whole tube of KY jelly into her vagina. Next she had her finger, followed by another, then another and finally she had all her fingers in, up to her knuckles. She then fucked her glistening cunt with those fingers for a good 10 minutes. By that time I had tossed away my satin gown, had my own KY jelly on my hand and was pumping my hand up and down my big fat dick. Something told me not to cum quickly as I felt there was more on the way.

Legs wide apart and with the camera zoomed in, she started pushing her hand into her shiny wet cunt and in no time she had her whole hand inside. The skin around her pussy lips was stretched to a flat ring although I knew she had a fat cunt. I groaned with desire. Being in the “flesh” industry I had seen a lot of sexual deviation, including a sponsored trip to the Thai strip joints at Pat-Phong. This was different, it was real-life, in my neighbourhood. I was beside myself with desire.

I couldn’t last long and soon was groaning as I shot the few drops of cum in my balls and fell into a deep coma-like sleep.

For the next few days, I had a zoom camera “covering” my favourite window in the block, maybe in my whole universe. I hooked this up to my laptop and decided to record everything for some “rewind and re-wank”. This way, I would not miss a second of the action, even if I had to dash to the lavatory or to answer the phone.

I played –back the whole day’s episode, frame-by-frame. That day had been especially arousing. She had oil all over herself and used some crazy looking contraption. Some kind of pulley system with a big fat pink dildo attached. She was positioned a littledifferently, I could see only the part of the copulation machine that carried the dildo. I saw that she was kind of cycling on something and as she cycled faster and faster, the pink dick, was plunging into her pussy, equally faster. I was quite at risk of wanking myself dry because, after shooting twice already that morning, I kept pumping my dick again.

I noted that she had her trunk slightly turned to the left, so I decided to see what might be of interest in that direction. I went frame by frame as soon as I realised that there was something in that direction. There appeared to be a TV monitor of sorts there. I switched on my resolution software and it became clear to me that there was some kind of video playing. I grabbed a few still frames and suddenly the scales came off my eyes!

“What the fuck!” I screamed as I realised that the camera was focused on me!

“The horny bitch” I gasped.

The whole picture became clear to me. She knew I would be watching her, she knew I would be wanking my dick silly and she turned the tables! She was watching me too, we were on the same voyeuristic mission.

Lookout for the final twist in this tale.

Not the End

July 2012

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