Voyeur Stories

Footballer voyeur

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Pedro was staying with a girlfriend in her rented flat in Paris. He was passing through really, on his way to London for a charity football match in two day’s time. He’d left his home in Milan, where he played for the city team, the day before and had arranged to take a couple of days out to rest up before the game in England. He’d not seen Anna for a year or so and they’d agreed that it was high time they caught up on news. They’d been teenage lovers once, many years ago back in Milan, and now they were able to enjoy the intimacy of friendship without the threat of sexual innuendo hanging over them. Staying at her place in Paris gave Pedro the chance to get away from the spotlight, the Paparazzi and the training schedules. It was only a charity match and he could just turn up and play so there was no need to spend several days in a hotel, pre-match training and psyching himself up. He was on holiday and that was that. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">But Anna had been called into work that evening leaving Pedro alone in the flat, kicking his heels and wondering what he should do. He didn’t like sitting still, didn’t enjoy time away from physical activity and he was becoming restless. He knew he should be relaxing, that’s what holidays were about, but doing nothing didn’t sit well with him. He’d wandered about the place, checking through the books on the shelves, all in French, thumbed through the DVDs, found nothing he wanted to watch, and had been searching around the cable channels trying to find something on TV to take his mind off his inactivity. His restlessness was not helped by the weather. It was July, the city was heating up in a heat-wave and the flat had no air conditioning. Dusk had settled in outside and, through the tall French windows he could see the orange glow of the city lighting the night sky beyond the block of flats opposite. There wasn’t even a view to admire. Anna’s flat was hemmed in by another block directly opposite and separated by a small courtyard.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">He wandered out onto the balcony and the closeness of the air struck him. He could smell the city fumes, warmed and intensified by the heat of the dying day. The sounds of car horns and police sirens echoed around the courtyard below and drifted past him into the ether. It was as dull out there as it was inside. Nothing to do but wait for Anna to come home so they could sit up late and chat again. He contemplated going out but couldn’t be bothered to get dressed. He’d showered and put on a pair of light shorts with nothing underneath and had thrown on one of his playing tops. He stood on the balcony barefoot and leaned on the chest high railing, simply staring across at the windows opposite. Most of them were shuttered or curtained, only one light was on. About two floors below he could see a guy sitting at a computer. At least he could see the torso, the head was hidden from view by the top of the patio doors and the angle from which Pedro looked down. Just some nerd surfing his evening away. Dull. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">This wasn’t doing him any good, he found himself getting wound up. He wanted to do something but nothing appealed. He padded back inside and wandered into Anna’s room to stand in front of the full length mirror and talk to himself.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘What’s this all about?’ he asked. ‘What’s wrong with you today?’</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">His reflection didn’t answer. It just stared back at him with its green eyes. The head of dark hair shook itself at him. ‘You know what you need?’ it asked. ‘What?’ he replied, flatly.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">In the mirror he saw the eyes drift down and focus on the front of his shorts and felt the soft material hang baggy around his thick thighs. He swung his hips from side to side and watched the outline of his cock as it settled back into place. He did it again and it grew a little bigger. Then he looked back at his reflection and it was smiling at him. A wry, lopsided grin showed off the famous gap where his tooth was missing. That smile told him they had reached an agreement.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘Right, but who’s gunna do that for me right now?’ he growled back. ‘You do it,’ his reflection said. ‘Not the same,’ he answered. ‘Anna?’ ‘Huh, doubt it.’</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Giving up on that idea he stomped back to the balcony to get some more, smog choked air and lent against the railing as before. A bead of sweat ran into his eye and he rubbed it away. Once he could see clearly again he looked down at the surfing nerd. He couldn’t make out what he was looking at down there on his PC but he was now leaning forward, studying screen closely.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘Probably checking out my score record from the European Championships,’ Pedro thought to himself smugly and gave a short laugh. But then an action caught his eye. The guy below had shoved a hand into the front of his track suit bottoms and Pedro thought he saw him grab and pull. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, ‘the dirty git’s looking at porn.’</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">He inched along the balcony to his right a few paces and checked around. No one else was outside or in the courtyard as far as he could tell. The light from the living room behind him was casting his shadow onto the building opposite and there were no other shadows, so no one else was above or below him. Maybe that’s why the nerd had his curtains open, no fear of being seen. Or so he thought. Pedro squinted at the screen, it was about twenty feet below and he could just make out flesh coloured tones on the monitor. He couldn’t see what sex they were or what the pictures were of but they were definitely naked. He could see small patches of dark hair between legs but that was about it. Yup, the nerd was surfing for porn and playing with himself.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Pedro crouched a little, holding onto the railing for balance and peering through the ironwork. The nerd had removed his hand and Pedro could see a lump in the track suit. The nerd clicked onto a new page, the picture on the screen went white and then started to fill from top to bottom with one, enlarged picture. Two people; one underneath, one riding on top. Still, though, it was impossible to see what sex they were. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘Well, this is more interesting than the TV,’ Pedro muttered to himself and trained his eyes on the PC. The picture changed again but still he couldn’t quite make out what it was of. The nerd’s hand went back into his trousers and pulled away more slowly than before. Pedro felt his own cock stirring again. The breeze was creeping up from below and he could feel the air enter the legs of his shorts and investigate around his balls while his cock brushed gently against the silkiness of the material. That felt good. It also felt good watching someone else getting off on porn. No harm in that. Just a guy doing what Pedro wanted to be doing. He could look at porn and pull himself off, it would be something to do. But Anna didn’t have a PC at the flat and so he’d have to watch from there.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Then and idea struck him and he slipped back inside. For some reason his heart had started to beat faster and he felt nervous. Maybe it was because he knew what he was going to do, maybe because what he was going to do was like cheating, whatever the reason it felt exciting and good. He found his camera from his suitcase and came back outside to crouch in the same position. A quick check. No one around, only him and the nerd with the hard on. He put the camera to his eye, squinted and zoomed in.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">The nerd’s hand was still working away in his trousers alright, slowly up and down, but now it had been joined by the other hand and this one was attending to the guy’s balls by the looks of things. Pedro settled himself against the railings, squatting down so that his arse was pulled wide. His knees were spread and he was almost sitting on the balcony floor. He was comfortable like this. He trained hard; he was strong and flexible and could maintain this pose for ages. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">The nerd removed his hands and started to push down his track suit. ‘Not sure I want to see this,’ Pedro said to himself but kept the camera trained in the same place. A bush of blonde pubic hair came into view and then disappeared as the guy lifted himself up. He sat again almost straight away, the trousers free from under him. Pedro’s nervousness increased when he saw the guy’s cock lying semi erect against his thigh. Not as big as Pedro’s but just as thick, it seemed to shine in the artificial light of the flat. The head was circumcised and pink. The nerd freed his balls from between his legs and the cock came to rest centrally on them. They were nearly hairless, round like flesh-coloured golf balls. And then the guy started to play with them again, cupping them underneath and squeezing them with his left hand while his right one drew circles with a finger around the inside of his thigh, stroking his own legs but not touching his cock. The guy reached forward, presumably to click the mouse again, and then sat back. The cock started to rise up, it didn’t get longer just firmer and he still didn’t touch it. He dug his fingers into his pubes and massaged them, scrunching the skin up and pulling it taught so that his cock rose perpendicular, then letting it all go so it flopped down onto the smooth balls that he was still working on. He did this a few times and then let everything go. He lent back, stretched out his legs and just left his cock standing there, 45 degrees from the blonde bush at its base.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘Must be changing screens again,’ Pedro thought and moved the camera to see more clearly what the guy was looking at.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">The screen was blank. He adjusted his zoom so that he could see more clearly. There was the menu bar across the top but nothing had come up yet. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">But then it started. Slowly. Either this guy had a very slow connection, or else it was a very big file. Pedro looked back at the guy’s groin. He was still hard. This picture was obviously worth waiting for. Back at the screen: A line or two of blue. Sky. Then the tops of trees in the distance and then the top of someone’s head. The hair was glistening in sunlight, it was an outdoor photo. A forehead came into view. A man’s. That confirmed it, the nerd was queer. Now eyebrows were starting to show, dark and the face they were on was tanned. Ears, and then green eyes, both open and shining. Then the nose and mouth, no facial hair, clean shaven, and then the man’s smile. A cocky, wry smile that showed off a gap where a tooth had once been.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘Fuck me!’ Pedro realised that he was looking at a picture of himself. Rather, that he was watching another guy wanking over a picture of himself. He didn’t know how to feel about this but then a pain in his groin told him what he should be feeling. His cock was rock hard and straining at the leg of his shorts. He’d suddenly got so turned on that the material had ridden up his leg and the end of his cock was open to the warm evening air. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">But the picture had not finished downloading. He saw his naked shoulders, his wide chest with its dark covering of thick hair, his flat stomach and then… When was this photo taken? Then he saw dark hair between his legs, a flaccid cock hanging over tight, small balls. Not his. Someone had made this up. The face was his, even the chest was his but someone had morphed the cock and legs onto him. He let out a short laugh. So the nerd was getting off on his face and someone else’s dick.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">He pulled the camera away from the screen and back to the chair. It was empty. The guy was not there. Pedro pulled the camera way from his eyes and stood up. Down below the guy was on his balcony. And looking up at him. He was no nerd. He was good looking, blonde, well built. He had a defined chest and strong, naked legs. His cock was now rock hard and he was pulling on it slowly. His eyes, from what Pedro could see, were fixed on the footballer’s shorts and he didn’t seem to care who might see.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Without thinking Pedro reached up a leg of his shorts and pulled it across so that his cock and balls hung open in the air. He let it stand there and brought the camera up to his eye again. He focused in on the guys face and saw him lick his lips. The he pointed the lens downwards and widened the shot to get in all of the other guy’s crotch. One hand was slowly stroking his shaft as the other cupped and squeezed below. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Pedro clicked the shutter. He had no idea why. The picture blacked and then came back. Holding the camera with one hand he started playing with his own ball sack, feeling its weight as he bounced it lightly for the benefit of his watcher. The other guy’s speed increased. Pedro took hold of his cock and drew his foreskin back slowly, tempting the guy with the sight of his purple head, all the time keeping his attention on the cut blonde cock that was on show for him. This was o.k. This was just a bit of lad’s fun. Pedro wasn’t gay, the nerd clearly was, but Pedro wasn’t touching him or sucking him off so there was no harm. He’d just let the guy get off on the sight of his idol holding his cock for a while and then go and jack off while thinking about Anna as a teenager. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">Suddenly something happened. The nerd backed off, went back inside and the light went out. All Pedro could see was the PC monitor. It had flicked to a screensaver and bathed the room with a dull blue light.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">‘Oh bollocks,’ Pedro said to himself. He had been turned on and needed release.</font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">He was a bit surprised at his own thought but then he was horny and any kind of sex was o.k. with him when he needed it to be. As he’d said, it wasn’t as if they were touching so it wasn’t really sex with another guy was it? He went back into the living room and kicked off his shorts. He started pulling on his cock and tried to bring up a picture of Anna naked but all he could see were a pair of small, smooth balls and a thick cock being stroked slowly and deliberately for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">   </span>He imagined the guy appearing at the door to the flat, walking in, dropping his tracksuit. Pedro imagined what it would be like if he knelt down and took the cock in his mouth. What would it taste like. What would those slippery looking orbs feel like in his hands. What would the guy do if he had his hero suck on them. What would it feel like if the blonde came down his throat and pumped his spunk into Pedro’s mouth. And then what would it be like to turn the guy around and bury his face into the smooth flesh of his arse. To lick his hole and taste another man like that. How would it feel when Pedro was sliding his cock into him, slippery and wet from the licking he had just given it. How would it feel to have the other guy gasp and pant underneath him as his idol, the football star, slid his heterosexual dick as deep into his cute arse as it would reach. To feel his dark hairy bollocks slap up against the light flesh and hold the guy’s slim hips as he thrust harder. How would it feel to fuck another man for the first time, to hold onto the limp, drained cock and rub his fingers over the circumcised head. To twist his golden pubes in his fist as he slammed the guy form behind. How good it would be to hear the guy beg him to shoot up his arse and how good it would be for Pedro to hear his own voice, begging the guy to tighten up. Pleading with him push back and milk Pedro’s streaming cock as he spurted deep inside. </font></span></p><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"></span><p /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: en-gb"><font face="Times New Roman">And to feel the other guy lean back against him and twist to try and kiss him. And how would it feel to kiss him back, to lock their tongues and taste another man’s spit. To feel the warmth and the equal power as they bucked together while Pedro spent himself inside another male. How good it would feel. 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Voyeur Stories

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 22:29:13 UTC

Un-controllable Mom

<p>I was born in a middle class family. We were used to live in a joint family system earlier. My father really worked hard to up-grade our standard of living and ultimately somehow achieved his target. He bought a separate house for us and provided us almost all the necessities. But my mom was totally neglected by him in gaining all those material things. I always saw people eyeing my mother with a different angle and she enjoyed their poking stares undoubtedly. </p><p>That was the age of my puberty. Instead of getting angry or feeling jealous, I felt strings of strange pleasures which make my small penis erect. At that age I seemed to me that my brain was being controlled by my penis. </p><p>I was just 14 and my mom was 37 at that time. First I tell u about my Mom, Saima, who was a complete bombshell. She is fair with black hair, 5’ 6” tall and was 36c/28/38. Perhaps she was the fantasy of every man. She used to dress up in the normal Pakistani fashion i.e.: a Shalwar &amp; Qameez (Long shirt and a loose trouser tied with a string or elastic). </p><p>It all happened when dad had gone on a business trip to Dubai for a couple of months and asked his younger brother to stay with us. It was my summer vacation so I used to just watch TV to pass my time. I noticed mom was pretty happy after the dad’s departure and enjoyed a lot in my Chacha’s (Uncle) company. Exactly 2 weeks later I heard that my Chacha’s friend Shakil was going to visit us. She really got overjoyed as she heard that news. I always knew that my uncle was very frank with mom and both he and his friend were always interested in her. I had noticed them on my 12th birthday party when mom had invited them. They were always eyeing mom but had no chance to get near her as dad was around. I knew he was coming for mom but I did not want to interfere too much in mom’s business. </p><p>Finally the day came when he arrived. Mom greeted him very warmly. I showed him his room as I put his luggage in the room. By mistake I dropped one of his handbags and the items in the bag popped out. I quickly gathered them to place them back and was shocked to find a pack of condoms. Immediately my doubts about their intentions got clear. After that mom showed them our newly constructed house in Islamabad so that they could easily roam around. I started to stay at home most of the time to keep an eye on there activities. I noticed they were getting frustrated for not getting mom just in one day. It was obvious that they did not want me to know that they wanted to fuck her. One day they asked my Mom that Shakil’s friend owned a summerhouse at Nathiagali (A beautiful hilly resort), just at a few hours drive from our home. Why shouldn’t we go for a few days to Nathiagali? </p><p>Every body agreed including me as I had started to feel erotic about my Mom but we had to make plans for the next evening as mom had some work in the morning. Mom completed her tasks and informed my father at Dubai about our trip, who allowed us to go on one condition if his brother goes with us. So after collecting the warm clothes we set for Nathiagali at six pm. </p><p>It was started to get dark but the mountains were looking very romantic to me. It took two and a half hours to reach at Nathiagali. During the travel Shakil who was quite an educated and friendly person started to be friendlier with me. He was telling us the jokes all the way and my mom really participated with him. I then realised, how my Mom was excited about them and too much happy. </p><p>I decided to let them give a chance to enjoy. I even started to enjoy their company too and leaving my arrogant behavior behind and joined them. When we reached at Nathiagali I observed the house was newly constructed and was quite isolated. It was constructed up on the hill and the only approach to the house was a staircase had 25-30 steps. It was right in the middle of a very bushy area with lots of trees. Mom was looking quite sexy in her fitted see through, blue Shalwar and Qameez, showing her large breasts prominently. </p><p>It was raining very heavily and getting too much cold when we reached there. We climbed up the stairs very speedily to get into the Veranda but due to the heavy rain we almost got drench. My Mom’s dress seemed to be disappeared and clenching with her skin. Her brassier and her belly button could easily been seen through. She was giving a complete wet and erotic look in that posture. </p><p>They both feasted their eyes and my mom pleasurably displayed and allowed them to enjoy. Soon she realized my presence and put her arms around her large breasts pretended to shiver in cold. Shakil immediately unlocked the door to get us in. The house had two bedrooms, a lounge and a kitchen. </p><p>We put our handbags in the bedroom and selected one for mom and me and one for Asim Chachu and Shakil. After drying us out, we arranged an umbrella and approached the car as we all were feeling hungry so went for the dinner to the bazaar after settling down. It was a quick dinner because it seemed that they wanted to be home for their action as soon as possible. </p><p>We sat around the wood fire to keep us warm in the living room as it was getting colder. Asim Chachu (Uncle) put on the stereo he had brought along. The atmosphere was very friendly. Then Shakil went to his room and brought a bottle of Wine. He said showing the bottle, “If u guys don’t mind can I enjoy this?” Everybody showed no objection and allowed him to enjoy. He started to drink and then he invited mom for a dance. Mom looked at me once hesitantly and getting a gentle smile from me she moved on to Shakil’s arms for a dance. </p><p>I watched Shakil moving his hand on mom back and occasionally touching her butt. I saw Mom loved it but was aware of my presence. Suddenly Chachu poured a glass of whisky for himself and said, “let’s enjoy”. I saw from the corner of eye as Chachu went to the side table, prepared a couple of soft drinks mixing a little whisky for mom and me without knowing us. I knew his intention was to put me to sleep and enjoy with mom. I pretended to drink and emptied the glass behind me in the pot. After half an hour watching my mom enjoying dancing in both of their arms, I acted to look drunk and sleepy. Soon it was 11:00 and I begged leave to sleep. </p><p>Chachu helped me to my bedroom as he thought that I was drunk. He dropped me on the bed and after confirming that I was asleep he switched off the light and went into the living. I got up very instant and opened the door a little to see them enjoying with my hot mom. </p><p>I saw Shakil was now rubbing his body with my mom very freely and she was enjoying too. My Chachu also joined them and coming on Mom’s backside he started to press his body too. Then he put his arms around my Mom and started to squeeze her breasts. She threw her head on Chachu’s shoulder and put her arms around his neck. Mom gave a naughty smile and then turned her face towards my room. </p><p>Shakil had already begun to kiss mom. Mom was also participating freely by that time. Chachu pulled her Qameez off leaving her in her blue sleeveless thin and short slip and Shalwar. Shakil continued to kiss mom all over her body, while Chachu removed the slip and her Shalwar instantly. </p><p>My cock had become very hard as I watched from the crack of the door. Mom was left in her black lacy bra and panties. She took off Shakil’s and Chachu’s shirt and trousers. Mom was looking very sexy just in her lingerie. Her breasts were growing inside her bra. Both the men removed their underwear and revealed their cocks. They were really hard and enormous, standing like a pole. Then they removed mom’s bra and panties. It seemed mom had freshly shaved her pussy and kept it ready for them. Chachu carried mom to the wooden table right in the middle of the room. Mom said erotically, “I was waiting for you both for so long”. </p><p>Shakil kept on kissing mom more deeply. Chachu sucked her right breasts and played with the other one. Mom’s nipples were looking really amazing erect and firm. Chachu was squeezing her breasts as if he was squeezing a water balloon. Then Shakil started sharing sucking my Mom’s gigantic breasts also. Both of them were planting some deep kisses all over mom’s white milky breasts. Occasionally they would finger fuck her. Mom was giving out light moans “aaah ooooaahhhhhh”. </p><p>Mom took both their cocks in her hands and started pushing its skin up and down. My Mom was completely naked then, with her legs spread wide. Shakil quickly knelt between her legs and started to run his tongue over the folds of her bare pussy while Chachu near the table and fed his throbbing erection into Mom’s open mouth. To my surprise Mom took in the entire cock. </p><p>It was a really hot sight watching mom’s breasts jiggle around. I noticed Mom felt a tingle as Shakil’s tongue came into contact with her clit and involuntarily spread her thigh’s wider apart, giving her lover better access to her vagina. She moaned deeply around the cock in her mouth and felt it twitch with the sudden vibration. She had, at first, wanted this to be over quickly, but now felt again that strong urge to please the men she was servicing. </p><p>Shakil’s tongue on her pussy was wonderful, and she knew she was creeping closer and closer towards orgasm. As she felt herself tipping over the edge of climax, she swallowed Chachu’s cock down to the root and groaned with satisfaction. She felt wave after wave of pleasure waft over her body as her toes curled and her legs trembled and was rewarded with a gush of excitement from Chachu’s cock as he orgasmed into her mouth. </p><p>I saw the whole thing from the crack of darkened room. My emotions were in turmoil. I knew that I should be shocked; should be angry and jealous, but all I felt at present was a growing excitement at watching these two studs fuck my Mom’s mouth and lick her smooth pussy. As I watched Chachu withdraw from her mouth with cum dripping from Mom’s lips, I became suddenly aware of my own throbbing erection, and without thinking pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear and started masturbating. I could see Shakil’s cock twitching between his legs and wondered what would happen next. &quot;Shit, Asim,&quot; said Shakil as he rose from between my Mom’s open legs. &quot;Look, man, your cum’s running down her chin!&quot; </p><p>&quot;Yeah, don’t she look cute like that!&quot; replied Chachu with a grin. &quot;Come on then Shakil,&quot; said Mom, &quot;I suppose you want me to suck you off as well?&quot; &quot;No way, baby! I want some of this here!&quot; replied Shakil as he pushed three fingers into Mom’s soaked and open pussy. Mom gasped at the intrusion to her body. She couldn’t help herself, and as Shakil’s fingers rubbed over her swollen clit, her body shook as another orgasm swept over her. &quot;Jeez, Shakil. She’s so wet now. </p><p>Go on, do her now! Fuck that tight little pussy of hers we always wanted!&quot; Shakil was already standing between Mom’s legs. With his hands under her firm buttocks he pulled her roughly towards him, lined up his cock with her open hole and pushed himself fully inside. My Mom gasped again as she felt him slide into her wet channel up to the hilt. Her eyes were tight shut as Shakil began to fuck her with long frantic strokes. Asim Chachu started to squeeze her huge tits, as her pussy took a vicious pounding. “Aaaaaahhhhhaaaa aaaaaa ahhaahahahahaahah”. </p><p>Mom left sucking her brother-in-laws dick and was saying“ Oh yes. . . . Take me, Hhhaaaaannnn aur dalo .. . . aur zor se (Yes, Fuck me harder…Harder). I love u fucking me. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppperrrrr.” Chachu waited patiently as Shakil fucked my mom. After the fifteen minutes of hot and furious fucking, Shakil ejaculated his load in my mom. He was so exhausted that he fell to the side. During this whole session mom had her eyes closed. Now It was my Chachu’s turn to fuck mom he gave her a minute or two to recover, and then said, &quot;I’m going to fuck you now, you my horny bitch bhabi(Sister-n-law), is that what you always wanted?&quot; </p><p>Mom moaned and said, &quot;Oh yeah please!&quot; He ordered Mom to get on her hands and knees. He liked it doggy style, and so did she. They were right in front of Shakil, whose cock was rock hard again and eyes were wide open. I could see everything through the crack, and it turned me on even more to watch my sexy Mom getting fucked by her handsome brother in law. He started to enter her, and his cock was so thick and long, he had to go in very slowly. It was so tight! I noticed. He kept at it though, and soon was deep inside her. It felt amazing! </p><p>He slowly started fucking her, and each push felt like she would be split in two. The sight of that big cock going in and out of Mom’s tight brown pink pussy was amazing. Shakil was moaning again. Chachu started talking really dirty to her, something she loved. &quot;I always knew you are one hot bitch, oh bhabi your cunt is so tight. Do you like that big cock, you slut? Ohh, take it, baby, fuck it.&quot; She started talking back &quot;Oh fuck me Asim, that feels so good Oh God!&quot; </p><p>Soon they both had explosive orgasm together, she came so hard around his huge cock, and I thought she was going to pass out. His cock just exploded inside my mother’s tight cunt, and afterwards he held onto her tight, and they both were just feeling the intense pleasure. As I saw them exploding I couldn’t control myself and also exploded a huge amount of cum, sperm after sperm and sprayed on the back of the door. Then he rolled over and she hugged him, while Shakil watched. </p><p>After they recovered for a few minutes, My Mother smiled at Shakil, took his cock in her moth and in her long nailed hand and started to pump it up and down. She told him he could jerk off on her. As she started to blow him off and bent forward, her pussy got exposed for my view. I saw the heavy cum was oozing out of her slit and dripping her healthy thighs. He came in a couple of minutes; he was so hot and frustrated from watching my hot mom getting fucked doggy style by his stud friend. He came all over my mom’s tits and body, and then she asked him to get a washcloth and clean up his mess. He did, and then helped her to the bedroom. </p><p>As I saw them approaching the room I immediately rushed to the bed and pretended to be fast asleep. Shakil hugged my mom and left the room. I was so indulge in watching and couldn’t even think about cleaning the mess I had created. As he closed the door I heard my Mother’s voice,” Sunny I know you are not sleeping. You have watched everything. I have seen u peeping through the door.” I opened my eyes and saw my mom looking at me smilingly. I asked, “Sorry Mom, I shouldn’t interfere in your business but couldn’t stop my-self watching u three enjoying. Please don’t get angry.” She then came to my bed kissed me and said,”Oh no son, I hope you’ll keep this secret of mine. I couldn’t control myself so I hope you will be my best friend too?” </p><p>I looked at her and said, “OK Mom, If you be my best friend then I’ll be with u.” She then immediately turned her face towards the door and said as she winked her eye, “I can see that my young friend has enjoyed a lot. And I think we’ll enjoy a lot in the next coming days of our stay here?” After that discussion she went to her bed and went to sleep in no time. I watched her relaxed, calmed and greatly satisfied face for a long time then also went to sleep. From that day on I used to be with her as her buddy in every fuck party to get a satisfactory masturbatory session. Because of me, my dad never got suspicious of her illicit and hot activities. </p>

Voyeur Stories

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 20:41:18 UTC

The first time I saw a girl pose (2)

I not really a voyeur, more a girl-worshipper. I don’t peep, and I’m in awe of girls, especially those that pose or show. I started my huge collection of ‘dirty mags’ when I was still at school, and it was at that time that I first had the experiences of girls making me cum in my pants seeing them show their knickers or in a bulging top. That was also happening when I saw girls showing on TV, and even when I was looking at photos in my magazines.

I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aunty Jayne’s amateur photo seminars, with a few lucky balding blokes grouped round with their cameras watching Miss Donna Ambrose pose topless.

I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines made me cum in my pants, so there was no way I could hold it seeing Her pose for real, and everyone was bound to notice. I’d be embarrassed and humiliated and kicked out, I thought.

I often went into photo studios, usually in Soho, or once Miss Debbie Ann Trent’s studio in Stoke, and asked if they had any spare photos. The girls on reception were usually very nice about it, but never had spare pics, but it was enough for me to ask them the question, knowing I looked every inch a ‘perv’, and these girls were usually also the models that posed for the photos.

One day I went to a studio in Peterborough which I’d seen advertised in the Sport and as usual asked to buy spare photos. This time the young lady was happy to sell me as many as I could afford. Obviously then I had to go back for more.

I phoned first to ask about more photos, and this time spoke to one of the models. I’m not sure how the conversation got on to why I could only buy photos, not take them, but Miss Lisa seemed to understand why it would be difficult for me, and said it would be no problem if I ‘couldn’t hold it’ seeing Her pose.

Even so I nearly bottled it several times before I found myself in Her studio, buying ‘spare’ photos of Her. She’d done nude photos, bikinis as well as miniskirt and knickers, but I only bought miniskirt and bikini ones. Even though I didn’t have a camera, She said I could see Her pose. I was allowed to open my case full of my magazines so She could copy poses from my Spick & Spans, as I couldn’t tell Her what poses I liked – I could hardly speak at all, I was so nervous.

I’d never shown anyone, let alone a lovely model, my magazines, full of pervy captions and cartoons (and other, things). As She looked at the mag, held open at the page with a lovely pose, I was very nervous and limp, then when She went to copy the pose, I was very excited and stiff.
It was the 3rd or 4th pic, a lovely girl in a miniskirt with Her foot up on a desk, and Miss Lisa went back to Her desk, sat on it in Her short black skirt and put Her high-heeled foot up on it, showing Her knickers. Now over the years I’ve been able to cum in my pants unnoticed hundreds of times, even if the lovely barmaid in Her low-cut top who’s making me do it is only a few feet away.

But Miss Lisa took me completely by surprise, and I crumpled, bent double in front of Her, my head nodding up and down as She made me do it in my pants instantly.

There followed many years of divine worship after that. She’d done 2 or 3 packs of photos for me at every visit, lots of raised skirt, miniskirts and knicker-showing, but I wasn’t allowed to see Her show as much as that again during my visits. After all, I didn’t need to – seeing Her sit ‘carelessly’ in Her short skirts, reading out loud from the pervy ‘worship sheets’ and made-up mags I did for Her, soon had me doing it in my pants in front of Her.

She must have seen my wet patch on the front of my trousers dozens of times, and my collection of Her photos became enormous, along with videos She’d do for me, and videos of the whole ‘Worship Session’. I was even allowed a phone call after the visit to say the things I couldn’t say to Her when I was there.

It was all so wonderful for a girl-worshipper, allowed to worship a girlie-goddess for real. But unfortunately before too long Her modelling fee got too much for me to afford, and I never saw Her again.

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Thu, 01 Mar 2018 16:19:00 UTC