Chapter 10
A Lesson in Voyeurism - Watching Nikita and Landry
"I want to watch you get fucked," I finally said.
"Oh, god," Nikita whispered, as her hand moved back between her legs and her eyes closed once more in the late afternoon sun.
I looked on as she went at herself with both hands as if possessed. Was this a performance for me, or was she really that far gone? It was obvious that she couldn't reach the much sought release without becoming a sex-crazed animal.
The sloppy wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her sodden pussy seemed loud in the quietness of the night. I nuzzled her neck and throat and whispered words of endearment and encouragement.
She replied with a series of guttural "Huh-huh-huh!" sounds and went into a half-squatting position, in all likelihood to obtain a deeper reach with her fingers, four of which were now abusing her pussy.
"I'm fucking cumming, Donald! See my pussy! Watch me cum, baby! See me cumming!"
Nikita's legs nearly buckled as the orgasm ripped through her. The release she experienced must have been incredible, both physically and emotionally, for when the climax ran down Nikita collapsed to the floor and lay there even as I tried to comfort her.
It has never been difficult for me to make a woman I like wet. Maybe it's my size: I'm 6'4" and spend a great deal of time working out and swimming. Maybe it's the confidence I have in myself transmitting to the woman, or the smile on my face when I'm speaking to them. It could be the fact that I look them in the eyes when I tell them what I'm thinking about.
Perhaps it's the size of my hands or my wit; but I've never found it hard to stimulate a woman's libido without touching her.
This doesn't mean every woman I encounter falls into bed with me; quite the contrary. Women are selective in their own right. For example, I may be too tall or too confident for some—I'm just saying that there is no universal type that everyone wants to fuck. And yes, women want to fuck as much as men do, possibly more so.
Sex is about engaging that portion of the brain that responds to our basest instincts. It's about attraction, lust, and losing oneself to passion. It is truly about the beauty of the world and being able to share that beauty with a "partner". Perhaps it is my recognition of how beautiful that piece of us is that encourages women to grow wet in my presence. I see sex as a natural impulse and one I expect all of us to have---so allowing it to flourish is something I encourage and embrace.
I remember kissing a woman a couple of years ago. We had just returned a good restaurant. We had talked and laughed and enjoyed the meal. There had been no explicit sexual subtext. I hadn't told her that I was going to fuck her. We had simply shared a wonderful evening together.
As I kissed her I cupped her as in the palms of my hands and she melted into me with a deep sigh and renewed our kiss. I sucked her tongue and bit her bottom lip and quickly slipped my hands between her legs.
She ground against the edge of my hand as the flat of my fingertips pressed against her pussy. I slipped my fingers inside her tight jeans and found her dripping wet---not slightly moist as if she'd become excited---no, she was swollen, slick and flowering for me.
I pulled back, looked her in the eye and asked "How long have you been wet for me like this?" She was still shy about the things I was doing to her and replied: "I don't know... all night. I couldn't stop thinking about you fucking me, and she was blushing like a schoolgirl as she averted her gaze. I kissed her again and gave her what she wanted---what she needed.
What I have learned over time---and thanks to the many women who took the time to teach me and answer questions about themselves is that a woman's sexuality is insatiable, voracious, consuming and empowering.
It is the reason both sexes wake up in the morning. Women wake up hoping to find a man who will excite them to the point of no return. They hope to find a man who knows which switches to flip, who can stimulate their mind until they quiver and shake with a need for his touch.
They may lust after his body but it's his mind which will ultimately convince them of his merit. Men with chiseled features and muscular physiques will always be the prototypical object of female desire but a man who has a brain to match will excite them to no end. That man will leave a woman in a puddle of their own juices.
The animalistic impulse combined with perceptive intuition will always stimulate more of a woman than the simple brute. At the same time, an intellectual without the raw masculine impulse to conquer what it is he covets will be only an aesthete. His allure is only temporary and a woman will sooner or later seek out another man who will make her feel possessed.
These are the basest, most natural impulses. It's true that both genders will forgo this passion in exchange for stability and/or romantic love, however passionate sexual desire will simply lie smoldering inside those who have not chosen to indulge that part of them until it is gradually, extinguished.
I am quite happy today- much of that happiness is due to the fact that I am enjoying being a responsible, indulgent sexual being.
I no longer feel the loneliness I felt as a younger man, so I am not in need of a partner or a relationship. This frees me to pursue sexual pleasure (safely and sanely) without the desire to become attached or committed to another person.
I live my life and am overjoyed that I am here. I create. I share myself with friends and family. I laugh loudly, travel, and pursue the things which I desire. I am no longer self-destructive; I no longer drink or smoke. These are the greatest gift/accomplishment I could imagine, and the revelations I've made concerning myself, women and happiness are truly blessings. I'm glad I can share them here.
Enough of the sermonizing---I had told Nikita that I wanted to watch her fuck another man. My request sent her into a masturbatory frenzy, after which she agreed to the request only if she selected the man. It was all right with me, in fact, I found that I actually preferred it that way, it meant that much less guilt on my shoulders if it should come to that.
I'm not positive, but I think most guys fantasize about watching their wives or girlfriends get laid by another guy or girl while they watch. I admit that I'm a member of that group. Why I have this fantasy I don't know, but it's there. I've never asked anyone to do it. Although I had thought about asking Winnie to do it; after all she had fucked Dolph and me one after the other, so the difference appeared to be slight---or was it?
Nikita was certainly different than Winnie. Inasmuch as she had broached the subject, I sensed that she would be all right with it. I had already seen her in bed with May; who had taken my ass while I was tied to the bed, so it's possible that I wanted some form of revenge; but I think not.
I slept over that memorable night and when Nikita joined me in bed she pulled the sheets off of me and wrapped a hand around my cock while the other one fondled my balls. It wasn't long before she was licking up and down my shaft and nibbling on the underside of my cockhead causing it to get nice and puffy for her.
She continued teasing it until finally enveloping the head of my cock in her warm, wet mouth. My hips commenced churning upward as I began fucking her mouth.
Nikita removed me from her mouth, slapped her face with it several times while purring, "Yummy-Yum-yum," over and over before finally climbing on top of me and rubbing the head of my love shaft against her slippery clit, masturbating herself with it until she needed it more inside her than outside. She deftly put a condom on it and guided me into her hot opening.
Nikita used her hands on my chest to support her as she humped away, occasionally leaning forward to bestow a hot kiss or two on my lips. She came in record time and I held her in place as I told her it was my turn to fuck her. She moaned happily at the news and renewed her humping, this time digging her nails into my shoulders as I spewed my load into her vagina. She followed with her own orgasm moments later.
"God, you're so different, Donald."
"Oh ... how so?"
"Most wives, or women for that matter, have it all wrong. They tend to forget that sex is give and take from both sides. I concede the fact that most men grow tired of fucking the same woman week after week, month after month, year after year. You must have heard the adage, 'For every good-looking woman there's a guy who's tired of fucking her.'"
"I certainly have, and I think I can figure out why."
"Well I'd like to hear your thoughts on that, in that you're still so young."
