THE VOYEUR


I could sense someone was watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up in awareness.
i gave Mira’s pussy one final long deep tongue fuck then lifted myself halfway between her legs. I glanced down at her. The woman reminded me of Cleopatra reclining. Awaiting to be serviced. Or in this case to be fucked once more. Her dusky hued skin smelled of flowers and sex. Her blonde hair was long and silky and damp from perspiration.
Her breasts were rosy tipped and they heaved with her shaky breathing. Her thighs were open, revealing her glistening pussy lips, her quivering clit. She was one of hell of a beautiful woman. She seemed to love the attention I gave her pussy, which was evident in the soaked sheets under her. Mira’s mouth pulled into a pout.

“That was only four orgasms, Becky you promised me 10.” she rolled over onto her side to gaze up at me.
I chuckled. Mira was right. “I did. But I thought I heard something.” I glanced again at the door. “Are you sure we are alone.”
Mira shrugged. “I have a roommate you know.” she sighed. “Come back to bed, Becky.”
I stretched. “I will. I need a drink.” I leaned in for a long, deep kiss. Mira’s tongue danced with mine and she moaned tasting herself in my mouth.
I bounced out of bed grabbing my shirt and shrugging it on. Maybe I was being paranoid. Roommate or not I didn’t like things that went bumped in the night.
Mira lived in a two bedroom apartment in Soho. I met her a few weeks ago at a bookstore. She had made an asinine comment about a Doctor Who episode and we got into a heated conversation. To shut her up I kissed her.
The noise came again. Startling me out of my reverie. It was coming from downstairs. I tiptoed downstairs, cursing my luck that I didnt have a weapon like a baseball bat with me.
The last stair creaked. I froze. The air around me was silent except my breathing. I stood at the foot of the stairwell, frozen.
A light came from the living room. Maybe Mira’s roommate came home? I crept towards the living room.
A breathless moan then a little sigh followed by another moan.
I frowned. I peeked around the corner.
A much younger woman than Mira was slouched on the sofa. Her thighs draped open slowly spreading wider so I could see clearly. Her pink pussy was already wet as she slid her fingers down her slit. She gasped as she made her way towards her hole, slowly teasing the outside of it.
What the fuck was going on here, I thought mesmerized by the sight of a woman finger fucking. Had she heard Mira and I fucking? The idea made my pussy throb. I was getting turned on as I watched this woman.
I heard the catch of her breath as she began to palm her pussy. She circled her clit with one hand, using the other to fill herself with two fingers. She curved her fingers and forced them deep inside her.
“Becky?” Mira’s voice startled us both. “Becky what are you doing down here?” I turned to find Mira walking towards me.
I could hear the other woman gasping and scrambling to right herself behind me. “Nothing. I told you I thought I heard something.” I replied.
Mira had not bothered to dress. She slithered up to me, pressing up against me. She hadnt noticed the other woman yet. She kissed me long hard. “I missed you so much,” she sighed. I chuckled.
“I was only gone two minutes.” I slid my arms around her. I turned her around so her back was to the couch, angling her so the woman could see Mira’s still wet pussy. My fingers caressed Mira’s still sensitive clit.
“I love how wet you still are,” I rasped.
“Come to bed,” Mira whimpered.
“I want to make you cum right here,” I whispered.
I wondered if the woman would do or say anything as I slid to my knees, and drew Mira’s thigh over my shoulder. I nuzzled Mira’s pussy with my face.
“Oh, Becky!” Mira cried out my name as my tongue slide along her slit, deep into her. Mira groaned. “you are going to make me cum!” she gasped.
My eyes met the woman’s. she hadnt moved from the couch, her features pink from embarrassment and arousal. She slowly closed her thighs and she sat up.
“Mira,” the woman finally spoke. “Arent you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”
Mira shrieked, her arms flailing as she whipped about. I fell back on the floor. “Oh my god, Nia! How long have you been sitting there!” she cried.
Nia shrugged. “I got back into town three hours ago” she sighed.
Three hours ago Mira and I had been in bed. Mira glared angrily at the other woman
“I am Nia.” the woman acknowledged me. “Mira has manners like a barnyard animal! I would shake your hand but…”
I laughed. “I am Becky.” I gazed at her fingers remembering where they had been, I took her hand anyway and brushed them against my lips. She tasted sweet. Nia jerked back in shock.
“you should have called to let me know you were having company!” Nia scowled.
“Me!” Mira exclaimed incredulously “You should have called to let me know you were here!”
I was enjoying this banter immensely but I was confused.
“why would she call you if she lives here?” I asked.
“Lives here?” Mira snorted. “Nia is not my roommate! She is my sister!”
I laughed. “Really?” I coughed. That was awkward. Nia glared at me.
“I am going to bed, I will see you in the morning, Mira!” Nia stood. “It was nice meeting you, Becky!”
Mira sighed. “Better have headphones. Becky promised me more orgasms!” she shot back.
“Better stuff a sock in it then, dont want the neighbours to call the cops and report animal abuse!” Nia retorted as she climbed the stairs. “You sound like one of dad’s old horses.”
I stifled my laughter at Mira’s outraged expression. “You little bitch!”
Mira turned to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I am sorry you had to see us like that.” she apologised. “She is my half sister. She crashes here whenever she is in the city.”
I kissed her. “No worries. That was very entertaining. I had a good laugh. I think your orgasmic screams are sexier than hell.”
Mira smiled. “Do you?”
I nodded. I took her by the hand and led her back upstairs. “Lets finish what we started ok?”
Mira giggled. “I dont know if I can. She will be listening.”
“What do you think she was doing the whole time I was making you cum?” I asked.
Mira clapped her hands to her face in mortification. “No!”
“Yes. She said she was here three hours ago. she heard us the whole time. I caught her finger fucking herself.”
Mira made a face. “Should I be grossed out?”
We reached the bedroom and Mira closed the door behind me. I threw her onto the bed. “I think we shouldnt care.” I said breathlessly as she rolled onto me.
We laughed.
The next morning I woke up before Mira. I let her lay in the bed sleeping. dressing in my shirt and leggings from the night before I quietly closed the door as I left the bedroom. I walked past Nia’s room noting the door was open. The bed unmade.
Passing the bathroom I could hear the shower running. I drew up short. Visions of Nia under the water, soaping her breasts and pussy had me wound tight.
The water stopped. she was humming a few bars of music. The door opened a few minutes later. A bath towel wrapped around her, her hair slicked back from her face.Her face registered surprise when she saw me standing there.
Surprise glimmered to annoyance. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I was wondering how you slept?” a grin kicked up my lips.
“Oh you are so funny.” she sneered. Her eyes dropped to my mouth, to my breasts then glanced away. “I slept fine. I had my headphones on.”
“I am glad that you slept fine.” I mused. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want to apologise for being so rude to you last night.”
Nia sniffed. “You weren’t rude. You were eating my sister out in front of me.” she pointed out.
I frowned thoughtfully. “So that’s not rude then?”
Nia scowled. “Whatever.” she pushed past me to march down the hall to the bedroom.
My interest was piqued now.
I followed Nia into her bedroom. Startling her when I closed the door and pushed her up against it. “Ow Becky! What are you doing?” she cried. Her protest got smothered when I kissed her. She struggled against me, pushing. I put the weight of my body against hers, thrusting my thighs between hers pinning her to the door.
Her body felt so soft against mine. The scent of her shampoo her body wash lingered on my senses. Her lithe slender body. Her smaller breasts against mine. I caressed her body enjoying the feel of her satiny skin. I slid my hands down to scoop up her ass and fit her tight against me.
“You need to fuck off!” Nia’s breathless protest made me wetter.
“You mean fuck you?” I teased against her mouth. “I could do that. Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her hands were pushing against my shoulders half-heartedly as I rocked against her.
the heat of her bare pussy seemed to sear through my leggings burning the skin of my thighs. The rocking of her hips glided her slit back and forth along my thighs, leaving a moist patch on my thigh.
She whimpered clutching at me as I slowly ground my thigh against her clit. Nia was moaning against my mouth, as her pussy dripped all over my thighs soaking my leggings. My heart was pounding.
“What are you doing? My sister is in the next room.” she panted when I broke our kiss. “she will hear us!”
“I couldn’t help it,” I murmured. “You looked so damn sexy.” I nuzzled her throat. “I had thoughts of you in my head all night. Wondering if you were listening to Mira and I fucking.”
“I was NOT listening.” Nia cried outraged.
I smirked. “Sure that was why you were masturbating. Finger fucking yourself?”
Nia struggled to free herself again. “You are disgusting!” she panted. “I don’t care what you and my sister do! I don’t care.” she whimpered when my teeth grazed her nipple. “Oh fuck off Becky!”
I giggled. “You are too cute.”
I withdrew from her long enough to unwrap her from her towel. Naked, she stood before me her hands at her sides, her lip between her teeth.
I took a deep breath of appreciation. “I cant wait to taste you.” I admitted to her.
Her face pinkened. “This is so wrong!” she moaned.
I took her hand and led her to the bed. “How? When all I am going to do is make you feel good?” I lowered her to the bed. I kissed her deeply. I stroked the length of her body with feather-light caresses.
“What will Mira think?” Nia sighed.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t care.” I winked at her “Truth is as long as I make her feel good, she wouldnt care.”
Nia glared at me. “And you make my sister feel good.”
“she was screaming my name wasn’t she?” I asked. “I made her cum so hard she was crying.” it was a slight exaggeration. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Nia moaned as I kissed my way down her body. I slowly eased her legs apart. I thumbed her clit, feeling her jerk against my touch. She moaned.

-got so hot writing this. I need to rub one off♥

7 thoughts on “THE VOYEUR

  1. wow mre than hot hot hot i do love to think and hear of ladies enjoying themselves – just wish i had been there to see it all – i am throbbing as i think of you all enjoying yourselves – thank You Miss for sharing

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  2. I’m so hot reading this that I need to go jerk off thinking about you eating sisters. Becky, thank you for another amazingly hot read. I’d love to see this in a movie, or better yet, when we have that million dollars, I sit and watch you in person, as I slowly jerk off making you even hotter knowing I’m sitting there, getting off watching you.

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      1. Your stories are so hot and steamy. What you don’t write is easily imagined and as you well know, I have a great imagination.

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