Voyeurism Erotica Stories

This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it whore? You think I didn’t see the way you look at men? How you stare at their crotches? I’ve seen the porn on your computer, all those big, fat, dicks. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? Cock. You’ve been rubbing that sweet pink cunt of yours every night thinking about it, haven’t you?

All those lies that come out of your mouth about how into women you are, but you’re just another fake dyke. Remember that feminist rally you dragged me to? All the talk about female empowerment, while you were secretly fantasizing about being on your knees for a man. Well, I’m going to give you what you really crave, girlfriend. You want it so bad, open wide, cock lover! Yeah, blink away those tears, you’re not fooling me.

You’re not even trying to resist, are you? I can hear your breath hitch, that little whimper as he shoves right into your whore mouth. His scent fills your nostrils, doesn’t it, short-circuiting your bran so you can’t even pretend anymore? Gag all you want slut, the taste of him, salty and potent, is already coating your tongue and that little whimper you made, that’s not disgust is it? That’s surrender.

Can you feel my spit dripping down your burning cheeks as I grip his cock, pumping him hard, milking him into your mouth. Look at you, a perfect little cum receptacle. You wanted this, didn’t you, bitch? You’re nothing but a live-action version of your favorite porn.

God, you’re such a fucking slut. Go on then, taste his cum, bitch. Feel my nails dig into your scalp as I clamp your head and force you to meet his eyes as you choke on that dick. See the triumph in his gaze, the disgust in mine. That’s your truth isn’t it? Swallow it bitch. All those nights I held you, comforted you, listened to your bullshit about the patriarchy… all while you were dreaming of this. You make me sick, you make me want to push your face harder into his cock…

“You know what to say.” Richard’s voice was thick with lust and victory.

Kathy moaned, pushing back on his fat, hard, shaft with a desperate need. His hand cracked against her ass, a stinging blow that made her flesh ripple, and he laughed.

“Say it Kathy.” Richard commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her skin. He paused, letting the silence stretch, the anticipation another weapon he wielded with cruel precision.

Kathy squeezed her eyes shut, a silent battle raging within. No, no, no, her mind screamed, but her body throbbed a traitorous agreement with Richard’s rhythm. Shame and a shocking spark of pleasure warred within her. The worst thing was, she thought he might be right. Richard’s huge cock plunged deep, stretching her until she felt raw and exposed. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, a sensation that was both painful and intensely arousing.

A sharp, painful pleasure shot through her, stealing her breath and leaving a metallic tang on her tongue. He was toying with her, a cruel puppeteer pulling the strings of her desire. He knew exactly how close she was, and the knowledge that he controlled her pleasure so easily was a humiliation that only fueled her arousal further.

She’d been so sure of herself. A dumb, drunken, bet, but a chance to put the arrogant “Dick” in his place. Her girlfriend was shocked when Kathy agreed to it.

“Are you fucking serious?” Daisy hissed.

“Come on, 500 bucks and I get to humiliate him in front of his friends?” Kathy slurred the words, well past thinking clearly about the consequences of this bet…

She sank lower in the chair, barely able to support herself, moans muffled by the duct tape her girlfriend had slapped over her mouth. Where was Daisy anyway? This wasn’t funny anymore!

Kathy had never seen a fucking machine before Daisy brought it home. The idea seemed so kinky, and so exciting, of course she’d agreed to try it out. Tying her to the chair, they’d played those games before, and of course Kathy trusted Daisy. The feeling of helplessness as the machine first thrust into her, and she found herself unable to move out of the way, had startled her, but only added to her arousal. As did Daisy watching, her eyes almost hungry as the machine fucked her girlfriend in front of her. Five orgasms in, though, she was ready to stop.

“Stop, babe, we’re still in first gear.” Daisy teased, turning the machine’s speed up to high.

The next five cums were a blur of moaning and begging as her body writhed against the ropes restraining her. Daisy listened to it all, watched it all, even reaching into her panties and lazily rubbing as the machine tore orgasm after orgasm from Kathy’s body…