1. Oculi qui vident


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: Jam_Wil_Mac, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Maggie was hardly spending any time at the flat. For the past week, she had stayed over at the house of her lover, who it turned out was called Ryan after all. Every day she came back to the flat for clean underwear walking more and more like John Wayne, but progressively with a bigger smile. Maggie and Ryan had discovered a shared love of light bondage. In their case, this meant restraining or suspending Maggie so Ryan could fuck her until she enevitably passed out due to lack of oxygen as she struggled to breath through her umpteenth orgasm. Last night, Maggie awoke five minutes after passing out, still suspended with Ryan holding her head and giving her water and semen still drooling from her vagina. As Maggie left the flat this morning, more with a hobble in her step than a skip, Liam stretched out his legs on the sofa and watched the morning's football news. "Our biggest news story of the day," began the news reader, "Accrington Stanley have been promoted to the Premier League following their fourth successive promotion." In the distance in the flat, Liam heard a steady hushing noise. The shower. Christie was in the shower. Ever since Liam had watched Christie have sex with Maggie and Ryan, he could scarcely stop thinking about her. His voyeuristic desires had been so strongly stoked that all he could think about was watching Christie in a craven act. His mind buzzed with fantasies and scenarios. The funny thing was that Liam so desired Christie, at times he even ...
    wondered if he loved her, but the jealousy and arousal he had felt seeing her intimately penetrated by another man had turned him on so much that he could hardly last ten minutes now without seeing Christie skewered on a large penis in his mind's eye. Liam heard the shower door close in the distance and his penis twitched in his boxers. He stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom door. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. As he approached the door, he could see it was half open. They all had to leave the door open in the flat when having a shower, as the extractor fan was about as much use as a chocolate teapot. As this precise moment, though, Liam realised he was never going to call a maintenance company. He approached the door at a tight angle, stood flat against the wall and looked into the bathroom. Through the haze of shower mist, Liam could see the naked Christie. Tall, buxom, a curvaceous figure and of course, a long, juicy penis. Liam looked in awe at his Helen of Troy. Christie was thoroughly soaped and was now just enjoying the lather. Her hands softly massaged her penis and testicles and then slowly trickled up her body to her full breasts with erect nipples which she caressed, as her penis began to rise slowly like a draw bridge. Liam gulped as he looked on so perversely. He felt so naughty watching her. His penis strained against his jeans, it had already risen above his boxers. Keeping his eyes locked on Christie as the water cascaded down her form and cleansed ...
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