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They Watched Each Other (Part 3)

The Creation of a Voyeur, Part 3

“Oh, I am! If this is just one of the ‘tricks’ you had up your sleeve, I’m interested in seeing the others.” His dick was beginning to stretch for round two.

“You’re here until Sunday evening,” she said, sex continuing to drip from her mouth. I’m sure you’ll see plenty of tricks by then.”

Friday Evening/Early Saturday Morning

He looked at her with a complete savage desire in his eyes. While his dick was asking for more, his body was quickly becoming drained of all energy; the trip, the food, and the warmth of her mouth had him on the edge of a relaxed, deep slumber. As his eyes were beginning to close, he softly said, “All of this… I really didn’t have this in mind.”

“I figured you didn’t,” she said sultrily. “But I told you that I’ve been wanting to taste you since that night, so I figured I would take my opportunity.”

“And that you did,” he said passionately sighing, still trying to hold on to the last ounce of energy he had left.

She giggled at the sight of him rapidly falling asleep right in front of her with his pants down and his dick sulking slowly away. “Well, I’m going to let you get some rest. I’ll be back up after I straighten up downstairs.” She knew that he would be asleep before she even closed the bedroom door.

“Okay, don’t hold it against me if I'm sleeping.”

This time, she laughed out loud. “I’m not going to hold it against you. I’ll be right back.” As she closed the bedroom door, she could hear the silent breathing of a person who had just “let go” and fell into the abyss of sleep.

“Thought so,” she whispered.

As she made her way into the kitchen, she thought about all of the events that led up to this moment: that night in the hotel, her watching him pleasuring himself, them making plans to meet at her home, she tasting him. She could still taste the salty tangy remnants of his cum in her mouth. The taste made her mouth water and her body want more. She smiled to herself at her newfound bravery and thought, “He’s here until Sunday. I’ll have plenty of time to play with him.”

When finished, she walked back to her bedroom and realized that it was three o’clock in the morning. “I haven’t been up this late since college, but it was well worth it.” She smiled again as she entered her bedroom. The sight of him silently sleeping in her bed made her pussy tingle, but she ignored the subtle request. She removed her clothes and laid on top of the covers next to him. He never woke up from their encounter to take his clothes off. With her back to his chest, she laid next to him as close as she could. Being next to him felt so good; she felt her body begin to join him into the abyss of sleep from the evening’s events. With her eyes closed, she smiled at the thought of them being in bed together like this from another intense intimate encounter. As she felt her body drifting deeper and deeper into the dark ocean of sleep, she snuggled closer to him, hoping their bodies would absorb into one.

Saturday Mid-Morning

While laying on her left side, she opened her eyes and noticed that the sun was shining brightly through her bedroom window. Using her right hand, she immediately reached for her phone to check for any missed calls or messages, as most people do upon waking. She noticed her aunt had texted her about some mindless trip she and the kids were going to take that day. She rolled her eyes as if to say, “I could care less.” Suddenly, she began to feel the energy of someone staring at her. She quickly rolled to her right and saw that he was laying there with a hard dick in his hands. He was slowly pleasuring himself.

“You looked so peaceful sleeping, especially naked,” he said with that same carnal desire he had the previous night.

She looked around for something to cover up with as her nipples began hardening, letting her know that they wanted to be warm. Not finding one, she pulled the side of the comforter over her body; her nipples began to sigh with relief. “I actually forgot you were here,” she giggled. “It’s been so long since a hard dick has been in this bed. And, um, how long have you both ‘been up?’”

“I’ve been watching you for some time. I slept so well that I woke up early, but we woke up wanting you. But I didn’t want to be disrespectful, so… I would really like for you take that cover off. I want to look at your beautiful body.”

She mulled the thought of removing the cover from her body over in her mind while watching him stroke himself. It was such a beautiful thing to see. She hadn’t seen any other man pleasure himself, except in porn and to her, that really didn’t count. Seeing him do it in front of her—in her bed—was causing all kinds of sexual energy to stir inside of her.

“I’ll take it off if you let me watch you again.”

“Of course, you can watch. Your watching is what landed me here." His eyes became a laser beam as he stared at her while stroking himself. As he continued, he slowly closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure he was providing himself… until he felt a hand—her hand—on his dick. He immediately opened his eyes. She was intently staring at him and gently stroking his dick. He felt her soft warm hand, her slow caress, and felt his fire building.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

“I want to see you cum again. It’s so amazing. And then we can some pancakes!”

“Pancakes?” he breathed heavily.

“Yes, pancakes and cum always go together,” she giggled.

She continued to softly and gently stroke his member. She could feel the hard veins popping out in her hand. She watched him as he enjoyed the pleasure she was providing him: the soft moans and grunts, the wincing of his face as he reveled in her soft touch. She enjoyed being in control of his body—his beautiful muscular body that was responding to the movement of her hand—controlling when he came… he didn’t know just how much it aroused her.

She immediately felt his dick become rock hard and knew he was on the verge of releasing his sexual energy. So, in mid-stroke, she decided to change her mind about allowing him to release. She nearly slowed her stroking to a halt and whispered in his ear, “I don’t want you to cum right now.”

“Please,” he begged. “It’s right there, and you feel so good.” He reached for her hand and tried to move it up and down his shaft, but she quickly released his dick and moved her hand away from the hot pulsating area.

Sensually, she whispered again, “No, I want you to save it until tonight. Trust me.”


“No, and you can’t go into the bathroom to finish,” she winked.

“Ugh, you are killing us!”


He pointed to his dick that was standing at attention, screaming for some relief from the pent-up sexual energy. He spoke to it like they were two separate entities. “Tonight, young man; this is just a preview of what is coming tonight.”

She giggled as he and his dick accepted the compromise. As usual, his dick sulked away. “The two of you shouldn’t worry… It will be worth the wait.”

“I’m sure it will be. Now… since I can get one off, can I at least get those pancakes?”

“Absolutely,” she smiled! She smiled at the thought of sharing pancakes with him, having him tonight—which meant being in control of his sexual responses… and the possibility of licking syrup off his body.

Saturday Night

As she turned off the shower, she smiled as she reminisced on the day shared with him; a day filled with going to little quaint places in the country that reminded you of gingerbread houses and apple pie. She absolutely loved when he surprised her with lunch in the park. It was so simple and yet so romantic. She didn’t even know how he had prepared it without even having been to her city.

She stepped out of the shower door and yelled out of the bathroom, “I just HAVE to know… how did you do it?”

“Do what?” he responded slyly.

She peeked her head out of the bathroom door. “The lunch in the park, silly man. How did you plan it when you’ve never been here before?!” she asked inquisitively.

“Were you surprised?”

“Of course!! I’ve never had lunch in the park before, like a romantic setting with food.” She giggled at her clarity. “It was so, so…” She stood in the bathroom doorway wrapped in a pink towel still trying to find the right word.

He finished her sentence, “… simply beautiful.”

She blushed. “Okay, we’ll go with that,” and she smiled as she made her way to sit on the bed. In slow motion, he watched her move across the room and could feel every cell in his body awaken with sexual desire. He realized he was staring ten seconds too long.

“I hope you left me some hot water,” he stated as he headed towards the bathroom.

“Oh shoot! If I was thinking, I would’ve told you to just shower with me,” she bantered sexually.

“You were too busy trying to figure out your surprise lunch in the park.” He winked at her as if to say, “I have tricks up my sleeve as well.”

She raised her voice so he could hear over the running shower water, “Well, you’re going to tell me before you leave. I’m dying to know!”

“We’ll see,” he answered as the sound of the shower curtain opened and closed.


This time, it was her turn to watch him. As he stepped out of the shower and strolled across the bedroom, he moved with the precision and power of a lion, each muscle in his body flexing with each movement. She felt herself beginning to become aroused. He caught her staring at him.

“Do you see something you like?”

“Ummmmmm, yes I do,” she answered sultrily.

The sexual tension in the room was building. She could see his dick beginning to awaken from its slumber through his towel. “I’m noticing that you see something you like as well.”

“Mmm, hmmm, like glazed donuts in a donut shop.” He sensually licked his lips.

It was as if his dick and her pussy were calling out to each other; only their respective bodies needed to answer the calls. As they stared at each other intensely deciding who was going to make the first move, she could feel her pussy getting wet. His animalistic desire—personified by his dominant physique—made her want to give him her soul.

“With that being said, I’m going to taste you,” he said hungrily, and with one swift movement, his towel was on the floor, he had spread her legs open, and was using one hand to open her pussy lips while he was gently licking the innermost parts of her body.

With each soft flick of his tongue, she moaned…

“I want to hear you,” he said, lifting his face from between her legs.

She immediately palmed the back of his head and begun to push it back to her pussy. “Then don’t stop.”

He buried his head in between her legs as if he was looking for the lost city of Atlantis; he feasted on her as if she was a full course dinner. She felt like her body had melted into a steaming puddle of sexual desire. If not her body, then her pussy surely had.

She hadn’t even realized that he had stopped tasting her until she felt his dick sliding around on the swollen lips of her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw him intensely focused on making her pussy even wetter. He didn’t even notice her looking at him.

Before she could reach out to caress his chest, his dick entered her tight, deep, wet place—the place it had been struggling to get to for so long.

He sighed a moan of ecstasy.

She drew in a breath of pleasure.

As she released her breath, he completely enveloped her. With his chest to her breast, his head buried in the crevice between her neck and shoulder, and one hand on the top of her head, he began to methodically thrust, letting her feel the entire being of him. He slowly pulled out, and once again, let her feel all his being in his precise thrust.

In… out…

The pleasure she was experiencing was otherworldly. The tip of his dick reached the center-most part of her body and pushed a button that sent her to an alternate universe. With each powerful pump to her frame, waves of ecstasy pour over her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

He abruptly stopped, propped himself up on his hands, and stared into her eyes as if he was trying to see if she was sure. And just like that, he sat straight up and flipped her over on her stomach. He quickly propped her up on her knees and hands and pushed her head down to the bed to arch her ass up to meet his rock-hard dick.

“Your request is granted,” he growled. He licked his hand, rubbed her pussy—from top to bottom—and dived in. The swift movement took her breath away. Each powerful pump was beginning to come faster and faster; so much so that she couldn’t tell one from the other. It was as if her pussy had opened for him, inviting him to climb completely inside.

She could feel him drape himself over her back while continuing to pump away. Then, his hand made its way from her breast to her throat. It gently rested there and then it lightly squeezed. She opened her mouth as she felt her airway slightly constrict. The continued pumping and thrusting of his dick, along with the restriction of her airway, made her even more aroused. She felt as if she was going to explode.

He squeezed her throat even tighter. As he continued to vigorously pump her pussy into submission, he whispered into her ear, “I want this pussy. I want it to only throb for me.” As he finished his sentence, he released his hold on her throat, and with that one move, her back arched and her body began to shake. She let out a deep, guttural moan, “Ugh…”

He looked down at her with a devilish smile on his face. “Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”

He flipped her on her back once again. Moving towards her face, with his dick still standing at attention, she opened her mouth for him to place himself into her warm and wet tongue. When she felt its weight in her mouth, she gently closed her mouth and began to suck him, to taste herself for the first time. The mixture of her juice plus his liquid was making her want more of him in her mouth.

She reached up to his ass to push him in farther into her mouth. She gagged and pulled his dick out. Saliva covered it from tip to base. The farther his dick went down her throat, the wetter and harder his dick got. She felt his dick stiffen… and then pulse.

“Ahhhhhh,” he yelled.

She immediately felt his hot liquid shoot into the back of her throat. She swallowed and returned to sucking him. She wanted every drop of him, and he gave it all to her. She swallowed every drop of himself that he had.

In complete silence, he moved from being on top of her to sitting next to her; she sat up on the bed. She reached for a tissue to wipe her mouth, and she met his gaze. He was looking at her like she was an unearthed diamond.

“What?” she said breathily.

He shook his head and smiled.

“What?” she asked more inquisitively. “It has to be something. That look says that there is something on your mind. Tell me.”

“I want you… I want you to be all mine, to belong to me. I’ve shared myself with you and I feel you have done the same with me, and I am grateful that you trusted me enough to share your innermost self with me. We’ve created this bond that I want to keep between us. That only comes with you being mine.” He smiled shyly.

She turned her body to face him and smiled, thankful that he acknowledged that she had opened to him. “Hmmm, ‘all yours…’ I like that. So… what happens now?’”

“Well, we continue to develop a bond that’s based on trust, understanding, and commitment. It is not something that happens overnight but one that is developed over time. I need you to know that giving yourself to me has made me want to protect you, give you everything you need and desire, and to pleasure you in every way imaginable."

She didn’t know what to say, but she knew that she never had someone say that to her before, not even her ex-husband. Her instinct was telling her that everything about this was what she needed and wanted; her pussy was telling her as well.

She turned her back towards him and snuggled her naked body into his. He curved his body around hers, draped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she said.

“Oh, I know you will. I’m going to show you how you should be properly taken care of.” He buried his head into the nap of her neck smelling her sensuality, his dick getting ready for its next session. She could feel it tapping the back of her thighs.

“I see someone is wanting to go for round two.”

“Of course! I want you; I will always want you. But now, you need to rest. You will need your energy for our next session in the morning.”

“Can I have pancakes before you make me cum again?” she asked with a girlish tone.

“Of course, I’ll make my baby girl pancakes. And after that, I’ll make her cum again.” He pulled her tighter to him to let her know she wasn’t going anywhere; to reinforce the fact that she belonged to him.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. For once, she relaxed knowing that she was wanted, that she belonged to someone. As she drifted off to sleep, she nuzzled closer to him and thought, “Pancakes and orgasms… a girl could get used to this…”

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