I live on an estate, a collection of small apartments housing around thirty-odd families. The three blocks of flats are arranged in a triangle with a small park in the middle, so while the window in my living room faces out onto the street, the window and balcony in my room face into the middle - my view every morning and evening is the view of other people's balconies. Having lived there most of my life, by the time I was 18 I was pretty bored of just that, and not much else.
It was a few days into May, and it was a sunny day. It was exam season, and so as per usual school had wiped me out. I arrived home exhausted, trying to mentally prepare myself for some extra work at home that I sorely needed. Throwing my bag onto the floor, I went into my room and began to get out of my school uniform. I shrugged off my blazer, and pulled my top off over my head. The uniform itself was horrible uncomfortable, and so the relief was instant. I stretched in front of the mirror, enjoying the freedom of being topless. My bra was rubbing like hell so I reached behind me for the strap and, after a moment's fumbling, I undid it.
As I opened the clip, I glanced something out of the corner of my eye in my mirror. Out of my window, on the other side of the park, was a man. He was standing on his balcony, in an apartment on the same level as me. He looked about fifty years old, and was slightly overweight. He had a full head of black hair, and a stubbled beard. I recognised him, having seen him around the estate. And, as far as I could tell, he was watching me.
I froze, but didn't acknowledge that I'd seen him. My bra was hanging loosely off my boobs, with the undone strap lightly tickling my back. He continued to watch me intensely, and a shiver went down my spine. Who was this creepy guy? How long had he been watching? And was this the first time, or has he been watching for a while? I felt my cheeks flush and suddenly became very aware that I was half naked.
I went to pull my bra up, but as I did they brushed against my erect nipples and a small spasm of pleasure shot through me. Why were they erect? I stopped to think about it, and realised, to my own disgust, that I was aroused. The man wasn't physically attractive in the slightest, but his eyes on my bare back gave me a thrill. The arousal was a combination of things. I felt excited at the thought that I was desired - clearly he must think me attractive, to risk staring at me. The thought of me being sexually desired made my whole body tingle, with the urge that every girl gets to just let go and fuck the nearest guy, but that usually has to be suppressed. Except here I can get away with it. Nobody will ever know that I can see. A flush of arrogance flowed through my body, and I let my bra fall. Another part was the thrill of it being dirty, wrong, perverse, something secret and bad. It felt like a porn film, it was glamourised and completely sexualised. I was able to give in to the sexuality, just this once - and yet it was also the power I felt over him. I sexually controlled him, I encaptivated him, he was mine to play with as I wished.
This confusion of feelings quickly silenced any logical thoughts. My mind a storm of hormones, and my swollen breasts on fire with anticipation, I turned around and stretched. My chest stretched out, presenting my naked body for anyone to see. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him duck behind the wall of his balcony, thinking I couldn't see the top of his head. It was only then that I saw he was looking through a camera, which even from that distance away I could tell was focussed on my rock-hard nipples. I gave a quiet gasp of stimulation, feeling the flow of hormones muddle in my brain.
I slipped a thumb into my skirt and pulled it down over my tights. You have a boyfriend, my mind protested, but it was not my brain I was listening to. I stepped out of my skirt, trying to do my best stripper impression for my audience. I smiled internally, remembering the slutty underwear I had worn for my boyfriend to come round later. Again I slipped a thumb, this time into the rim of my tights. I turned around and slowly pulled it down over my ass. My underwear was a bright red thong, fully showing my ass cheeks. Part of me worried I was overdoing it, but considering the usual reaction to my ass that I got from guys, I was guessing he wouldn't mind.
I pulled my tights down over my feet, and stood up again, still facing the mirror, loving the power that came with teasing him. I pictured him behind the wall, rubbing his cock and drooling over me. With that thought came the rush of arousal needed for me to pull my thong down completely and turn around. My pussy was perfectly shaved.
*****
By the time my boyfriend came round, I had pushed my bed in front of the window.
I was so happy with Rory, and had never even dreamed of anyone else since we met; so why was I doing this? I was planning to fuck him, for the camera. I was making a porno without even asking him. I berated myself over and over, but it changed nothing. The man had gone inside for a bit, so I'd rearranged the bed, but since I was home alone I made the point of staying naked so that he'd remain on his balcony. I wanted to know so badly what he was thinking, what made him watch, whether he'd already cum. Just speculating about it made my pussy wet. I was tempted to start masturbating, but I wanted to preserve the effect, making the upcoming show all the more exciting for him.
There was a knock at my door. I checked out of the window to see that it was Rory, and that he was alone, before opening the door naked. I gave him a coy smile, and walked as sexily as I could back to my room. He followed without a word, too horny to even notice the moved bed. I sat on my bed and pulled him down on top of me.
I glanced out of the window. The man was watching intently, but it made me realise that with missionary he couldn't really see anything. Rory had pulled off his top and was kissing my neck when I put my hand on his chest to stop him. He sat up, and I climbed onto all fours, my pussy offered upwards. This gave him a perfect view, of my tits and ass, as well as making me feel more like a porn star than ever before. Rory eagerly pulled down his trousers and kneeled behind me.
I don't think Rory knew why I was so wet and horny, and I almost felt bad, but lust overcame us both and as soon as he entered me it was lost. I moaned with his thrust into me, the pleasure adding to my fiercely intense arousal. My pussy gave an involuntary squeeze, and he moaned as he drew out and thrust back into me. I looked into the mirror, just about glimpsing the man and his camera. He didn't seem to be taking any photos, which disappointed me, but the faint flashing red light soon made me realise that he was filming.
Rory's dick felt amazing, but almost all of my pleasure was coming from the presence of this man. My entire body was on fire. My aching, swollen tits bounced back and forth with each thrust, and every brush against my clit sent me spasming with pleasure. Within a minute I was already feeling the hot rush of a climax, and as I came I cried out and my body rocked violently. My pussy's frenzied contractions tugged and squeezed at Rory's dick; it was a testament to him that he didn't cum straight away. I was so horny I took control, and eventually he just knelt there moaning while I rocked back and forth and slammed his dick into my pussy. White spots were appearing in front of my eyes, and as a second orgasm built up I felt like I was on ecstasy. When he came I felt his massive load fill me up, but I continued to slam against his dick for at least another minute, drawing out my screaming orgasm while he knelt there, gasping and shaking. Eventually, feeling his cock go half limp inside me, I pulled away. Still flushed and out of breath, I turned round, lay on my stomach and wrapped my lips around his cum-soaked dick. He moaned as I sucked on him, using my wet, soft tongue to clean every last bit of cum from his dick.
As I sucked him, I subtly glanced out of the window. The man and his camera pointed at me, and I could tell the mood of the man no more than I could his camera. All I saw was the top of his head, but my mind saw him holding his exhausted, throbbing dick. I pictured his lap drenched with his cum, and my aching pussy flared up again. I took Rory out of my mouth and smiled.
*****
I counted the rooms - the man lived four from the right, two floors up. As soon as Rory had gone I had scooted back over to the window, but the man was gone. His camera, however, was still there, and presumably the footage was somewhere in his house. I was hoping that he'd gone out - I longed to see the film, to know what he saw.
I put on some clothes and crossed the park. I was wearing the sexiest clothes I had, in case I saw him - a skirt so short that the bottom of my ass hung out a bit, and a slightly see-through top with a lacy bra underneath. I walked into his building, getting a wolf-whistle from a kid smoking against the wall, and climbed to the second floor. My heart pounding, I counted the doors until I got to his. Praying he wouldn't be in, I knocked on the door, racking my brain for an excuse if he was in.
My breathing was shallow with nerves. I waited half a minute, and knocked again. Still nothing. I tried a third time, just to make sure, and when he didn't turn up I got out my credit card. My brother had taught me this trick, but I had only ever used it on my own house when I'd forgotten my keys. I slid it down, and it jammed. I tried a second time and the lock clicked open.
I opened the door and hesitantly walked in. His flat was the same layout as mine, but the furniture was much more formal and neat. It was the lack of mess that made me notice the laptop on his table, open to the internet. I sat down on his sofa and had a look. There were two tabs open on the internet, and the first was a video of me.
He'd uploaded it onto a porn site! My heart raced, first of fear but soon out of sheer excitement. I really was a porn star. The video was called "Spy camera catches horny slut" - a crude name, and clearly sexist, but for some reason the title of horny slut sent a buzz through my body. I wrote down on my hand the website link to watch later, and was about to leave when I noticed the second tab that was open. It took me to a chat room, self described as "The home of Exhibitionism and Voyeur". The chat was a group forum, created by an account davidb7. The opening line to the chat room was simply "you're welcome", followed by the exact link I had just written on my hand.
This was his account! His name was David - the break in anonymity thrilled me. I scrolled down the chat, which already had forty-odd comments. My pussy tingled as I read the comments - the word "slut" danced in front of my eyes. David's own tag under the video wrote "I would fuck that cunt so hard."
My parents had both hated swearing growing up, so even then I winced internally, but the crudeness set my body on fire. This was pure, hard fucking, there was no other word to describe it. I'd 'made love' before, but this was something different.
I wrote down the second link, to the chat room, and quickly left. I could leave the camera now, which I assumed was still filming, without needing to tamper with it to get the film. And now my audience wasn't just one person, it was a whole community, it had gone nation-wide. I should've been terrified, repulsed, but instead I was on heat like I'd never been before.
The second I got home I fired up my laptop and went straight to the chat site. It required an account, so I quickly set one up, using the sluttiest picture I could find (one I had taken previously not realising how much cleavage it showed, and yet not wanting to delete it afterwards) as a profile. The next option was "find friends", so I went straight to davidb7. I pulled off my top, and sat down on my bed.
I sat there, staring at the blank message box. What could I say? What did I want? Well I knew what I wanted, but it was unthinkable. All of this was unthinkable, it was unreal. And yet somehow that thought consoled me. It no longer seemed wrong, or a betrayal - it seemed outside the boundaries of the real world. I could do what I wanted in this world, the world of sluts and swearing.
I lent forward and typed out a message.
jessy43: so you like to watch?
I don't know what I expected, but I didn't expect the instant reply. A few seconds after it had sent, a little box notified me that he was typing a reply. Either he'd just got home, or he was using his phone - whichever, it caused my heart to jump into my mouth.
davidb7: yeah, I guess you saw my vid?
Before I could think about what I was doing, I tapped out a reply.
jessy43: obviously, I'm the star of the show xx
I stared at what I'd just sent. I had shocked myself - with the confession, but mostly with the kisses on the end. I had crossed a border, I had betrayed Rory completely, and I had fully given myself to him.
davidb7: proof
At first the one-word reply disappointed me, but then I felt a thrill of excitement.
jessy43: you home?
