Confessions Of A Voyeur Ch 04

There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.

While full context is helpful, you only need to read Ch. 03 to understand this installment.

I spent the winter holidays in a state of anxiety and frustration. Looking forward to watching Ana from my treehouse again, I was frustrated by the fact that she was on vacation. I liked to imagine she might have taken Lisa with her, the two of them writhing with pleasure under bedsheets in some tropical getaway. But alas, with the cold driving rain coming down my bedroom window, I masturbated furiously, unable to achieve climax without my voyeuristic input.

The day I returned to college, I was feeling sick. I know that Riya saw me, and I didn't know how I could face her. If she was going to report me to the dean's office, I thought I would have already received an email summoning me in for my punishment. There was no way the college could tolerate a spying, lying pervert like me living in its dormitory. But I kept my mouth shut, concealing my anxieties from my friends and family.

She saw me the moment I stepped out of the elevator, bags in tow. Her dark, beautiful eyes found mine, and a cold smile crossed her lips. "Come to my room after you drop off your bags." Swallowing nervously, I deposited my bags in my room, trying to keep from puking as my stomach churned nervously. I knocked at Riya's door and it opened for me. Riya was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and joggers, her hair up in a bun, no makeup on, and yet still managed to look unbelievably sexy.

She didn't say a word at first, just gestured for me to sit on her bed as she sat down at her desk. Dark eyes flicked up towards the ceiling fan. "Is that the only one?" she said slowly.

My cheeks flushed. My instinct was to lie, to deny that I had done more. A more filthy part of me wanted to keep the bathroom camera installed, to continue watching her. My cunt was itchy and frustrated, denied orgasm for weeks without my stimulation. But I felt I owed Riya the truth.

"There's one in the bathroom. In the vent."

She raised her eyebrows. "Which you fixed for me. Clever. You're really a cunning little pervert, aren't you?"

I flinched. "I... I didn't mean to... I know it's wrong, but I can't help it."

She didn't yell or threaten me. Something close to curiosity sat in her eyes, and behind that, a certain deviousness. "How did you become this way, Kate?"

I stammered, unsure of how to begin. "I s-supposed, it began w-with my neighbor..." The words came out slowly, lacking certainty, but eventually they began to flood out. Before I knew it, I was telling her everything - how I started watching Ana from the treehouse, how Lisa had teased me and given me access to the bedroom, how I watched the two powerful adult women make love. "And when I saw you, you were so beautiful, so amazing and kind, and I just... I couldn't help myself. I needed to see you."

"You could have told me you wanted to fuck me," Riya said, her eyes scanning me in an approbatory manner. "I might have said yes."

"I'm... my cunt works different," I said, my eyes watering with shame. "It's the violation of your privacy that turns me on."

"I see." She shifted her legs, spreading them wide and suggestively, the outline of her underwear visible under the thin fabric of her pants. "What was your favorite part of watching me? Do you like watching me take a shit? Shave my bush? Masturbate?"

"Ummm... I like all of those things but..." My cheeks grew pink. "I really liked watching you dress and undress. Especially watching you pick your underwear for the day."

For some reason, this amuses her. Laughter tinkles from her throat in a merry peal. "I see. And what set of underwear did you like the most?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "The one with the embroidered birds."

Riya snorts. "You're a weird little pervert. You're a virgin, right?"

I nodded.

"You watched me have sex?"

Another, more shamefaced nod.

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

My heart lurched in my chest, sending a pulse of heat and fervor down to my tortured, unsatisfied cunt. I wanted her tongue down there, more than I wanted anything in the world. I nodded again, shyly.

She gestured for me to stand. I got up from the bed. "I don't think I could bring myself to pleasure such a depraved little slut as you, but I do think you owe me some satisfaction. For your crimes," she said, her voice and face darkening. "Take off your clothes."

I gasped. "What, now?"

"Yes, now! You've seen me naked, now I want to see you," she barked, and I felt something in me compelled to obey, the older girl's power over me unshakeable.

I pulled off my shirt first, the plain white bra underneath visibly showing my puffy nipples underneath. Unzipping my jeans, I felt embarrassed I'd worn such boring underwear, white cotton boyshorts to match my bra. Riya had such a fun and diverse collection of underwear, which I'd seen and memorized, and I was out here in my usual plain whites. Stripped to my underwear, my demure eyes found her and saw the coldness in her expression.

"Naked. Right now, pervert."

Cheeks red, I unfastened my bra and let it fall off. My breasts exposed, nipples hardening, I looked down at my feet as I began to pull down my panties. The scent of my aroused cunt hit my nose immediately, wafting over the room. I hadn't shaved recently, so my tangled bush added to the scent of me flooding the rom. I felt so vulnerable, exposed - much as she must have felt, knowing I was watching her. But I was so plain and unremarkable compared to her. She had the body of a goddess, and I was just an ordinary girl.

You may, dear reader, wonder why I have not described myself in more detail. The reason for this is two-fold: one, I am quite insecure about my looks and in truth, am unremarkable in a crowd of other women. Two, I would like the reader to envision themselves as me, the voyeur, so that you are fully immersed. I would have you be the one standing nude in Riya's dorm - your breasts, your nipples, your ass, your cunt, your engorged clit throbbing and desperate begging for more. I wish you could have felt the intensity and iciness of her gaze as she looked me over. I was not a woman to her. I was a piece of meat, a pervert who was to be punished.

And I would like you, dear reader, to feel the same way.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Kate?"

"Yes," I replied meekly, my head bowed in shame.

"You came into my room to spy on me. You lied to my face."

"Yes, I did."

"Yes, Riya."

"Yes, Riya, I did. I'm a bad girl," I said, as naturally as though I had fallen into this sort of sexually deviant roleplay before.

"What happens to bad girls?" Riya said, her hands folded together in her lap.

I bit my lip. "They get punished?

Riya nodded. "Lay down over my lap, ass up."

I did as commanded, feeling my loins moisten and heat up. Lying on her legs, my hands reaching down for the floor, eyes cast on the fine grains of the carpet below, I felt myself entirely in her mercy. Her fingers trailed their way down my back, then down to the globes of my ass. Fingernails scratched against my butt, eliciting a desperate, slutty moan from my throat. Her hands squeezed the flesh and pried apart my buttocks.

I felt her breath hiss over my nethers and the moan grew louder, more desperate. Her teeth nipped the flesh off my ass and I yelped, wriggling under her grip. That was her signal to commence the punishment.

Her first slap was just a little tap, a test. A kiss against my skin with the open palm of her hand. The second one was more forceful, causing me to grunt.

"Pervert," she hissed into my ear, and then the onslaught truly began.

With every strike of her hand against my poor, inexperienced bottom, I realized a new form of pain. Seeded through with my shame and humiliation, the fire of my ass seemed to spread through my cunt and asshole, my nethers leaking all over her seat as tears sparked in my eyes from the pain. She was strong, powerful and her anger was inflicted on my ass with savage, unrelenting fury.

"Pervert!"

Smack.

"I'm sorry, Riya!" I cried, my eyes red rimmed, cheeks streaked with tears.

"Slut!"

Smack.

"I'm sorry, Riya!"

"Deviant!"

Smack.

Racking sobs escaped my chest. "I'm sorry, Riya!"

Though she went to town on my ass for maybe ten minutes at most, to me, it was an eternity. When it was over, she let me curl up on her bed, whimpering and sniveling as she smeared cream on my abused ass.

"I hope you've learned your lesson. That's what happens to lying, sneaky whores," she whispered into my ear, equal parts cruel and caress.

"Yes, Riya, I'm sorry," I whined, burying my head in her pillow as my ass stung under her powerful hands.

"I'm going to keep our little secret. But you're going to uninstall all of your spy equipment from my room." Her teeth grazed my earlobe, biting down playfully. A change had entered her voice. "I have another idea for you. A new project that we're going to do together."

Finished smearing my ass with cream, she gave me a little flick with her fingers, causing me to howl in pain and roll across the bed. She giggled, enjoying my suffering. "You're a perv, but you're a talented perv. If you're a good girl and help me out with this project, I might even wear your favorite underwear for you."

Even through my tears, a lusty grin split my face at the thought of seeing her in that underwear... just for me. "I'll do whatever you want, Riya."

Laughter rang through the room. "Good girl," she growled, causing my pussy to leak onto her bedsheets.

#

Professor Sandra Freeman was a sociology professor at our college with a lot of connections across the world of academia. Having worked at Harvard for many years, a recommendation letter from her to a Harvard graduate school program was almost a sure lock for an interested student. Unfortunately for Riya, she had chosen to give her referral this year to another student, a girl named Jackie.

Professor Freeman was married to a man, but there were quite a few rumors of her dalliances with her female students. Nothing had ever been proven, but Riya was certain it was true.

"She's never written a recommendation for a man, and the last four girls she wrote letters for were all the same type of woman. Petite Latinas with big asses." They sat on the quad, dressed in winter jackets as light snow flurries flew down from the sky. "But they all got into Harvard. It has to be me."

I took a sip of my coffee as we watched the professor grade papers inside the faculty lounge. She was a tall woman in her forties with broad shoulders, black skin, and her kinky hair pulled up into a tight bun. "This is going to sound stupid, Riya, but why didn't you try to sleep with her, if that's how it works?"

"Of course I tried," Riya said, rolling her eyes. "My ass isn't big enough," she said, raising herself up a bit to shake it at me. I thought she had a great ass, obviously, but clearly this woman valued size above all.

"Is that her?" I said, squinting as a girl approached the professor. The girl was indeed petite, no more than five feet tall, maybe less, with a big, big ass. "I see what you mean."

"That's Jackie. She's such a smug bitch too," Riya said, shaking her head. "Keeps talking about scheduling private office hours with the Professor. I bet that's where they fuck."

From our vantage point, it looked like nothing inappropriate was happening here, but if this woman had avoided being caught cheating on her husband with her students for years now, she was probably no idiot. "That seems too risky of a location to have sex. What about her house?"

"I mean, she lives with her husband, probably," Riya said. "That's even riskier."

I noticed a gym bag lying at the professor's feet and my eyes lit up. "Can't professors get private changing rooms at the university gym?"

Riya's lips parted in surprise. "That's a good point... and I've seen Jackie at the gym a lot, lately. The Professor too. But I never see Jackie in the student's locker room." She gave me a look of pleasant surprise. "You're a clever little pervert, aren't you?"

My cheeks flushed at the backhanded compliment. "I can't help it." That was the way my brain and cunt were wired. "Let's follow Professor Freeman to the gym."

The gym was not a place I spent a lot of time, quite frankly. I was too busy with my labs and engineering classes (and being a pervert) to work out, and my unimpressive physique was a direct result of such laziness. I actually had to go buy new workout clothes since I'd left my old ones at home. Changing in the locker room, I noticed Riya was wearing a black sports bra and boyshorts - not the underwear I loved, but still quite delicious.

"Eyes down, pervert," Riya grunted at me. "You look at me when I say so, not otherwise. I think I've shown enough of me to you for a lifetime and a half."

Blushing, I averted my gaze and pulled on my new joggers, then followed Riya out onto the floor of the gym. People were lifting weights, jogging on the treadmill, and stretching on mats, all activities that I hated. I decided that I would stretch while I waited for Professor Freeman. Copying one of the other girls near me, I admired the rise of her bubble butt, the way her panties were outlined under her yoga pants. Maybe there were some good reasons to come to the gym.

Riya was lifting weights, but she turned to me and whistled faintly when she saw the Professor arrive. Turning away reluctantly from the view of the hottie's ass, I walked over to Riya. "Okay, the Professor is here in her work clothes. So you should follow her," Riya whispered to me, eyes following the tall, athletic woman as she walked through the gym. "Get inside that room, whatever it takes, and set up your camera and link." She glanced around. "I'll wait for Jackie."

I nodded and set off across the gym, my bag swinging from my shoulder. Other than my clothes, it also had all my equipment. My cunt tingled a bit as I admired the Professor's physique. Her breasts and ass weren't large, but her legs were toned and shapely under the contours of her pantsuit as she ascended the stairs to the private faculty changing rooms. This was the part where I needed to be careful.

Reaching inside my bag, I grabbed a gym staff hat I'd nicked from one of my dormmates who worked here part-time. Just in time, in fact, as I turned the corner into the faculty area, another professor appeared. A balding man with a bit of a gut dressed in basketball shorts, he squinted down at me.

"You're not faculty, are you?" he said, frowning. "What are you doing here?"

I tapped my hat. "I'm staff."

"Okay, but what are you doing here?"

He was being a real prick, and I was about to lose sight of the Professor's lithe form. "Someone called up the gym and said they'd left something here. Just going to get it for them."

His shoulders relaxed. "Oh, all right. Sorry about that. Just tired of some of the kids annoying me on my off hours. Go ahead."

"No worries," I said, smiling brightly and proceeding as fast as I could without running. Just in time, too, as I watched Professor Freeman enter changing room six. Now, I just needed to get inside there somehow. I didn't have a card key, and the lock would be too complicated to pick. Even if I could, there could be an alarm I would trigger.

I got a text on my phone. Jackie's here. I'm holding her up but hurry up.

I made a quick decision and started banging on the door.

There was some ruffling sounds from within and then Professor Freeman spoke. "Who's there?" Her voice was light, musical.

"Gym staff, ma'am. I apologize, but another patron said she left something in there.

"What is it?" I heard zippers.

"It's private, ma'am."

A long pause. "All right, one minute. I'm getting dressed for the gym."

I waited for a few minutes, and then she came out, dressed in a form fitting tracksuit that emphasized her powerful arms and legs. "My stuff's still in there," she said, eyes flicking over me in an irritated, but not suspicious way. "I don't see anything on the floor, but please don't touch the two bags I brought in. Those are mine." Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Can I see some ID?" she said.

My breath caught in my chest. I'd printed a card up in the library but it wasn't laminated. I had it inside my wallet, but if she tried to touch it or looked too closely at the details, it would be over. I reached into my gym bag's front pocket and pulled out my wallet, flipping it open. Her dark eyes flicked briefly over the card and then she stepped aside, offering me the door.

"Thanks, ma'am," I said, giving her a smile and grabbing the door as she walked out. As it closed behind me, I grinned. I'd pulled it off, dammit.

I looked around the room. It was a simple room with two large lockers, a shower and a toilet, and a large bench in the middle. There were two bags in there and I ignored them, turning around instead to identify electrical outlets. I found a good vantage point right above the door, where an emergency alarm system was placed. Reaching into my bag for my tools, I drilled my way inside the device and planted my camera, connecting it to the wiring that powered the alarm.

Riya needed sound for her evidence (blackmail, really) so I also hooked in a microphone. The audio quality would probably be poor, but good enough for our purposes. I checked my phoen as it buzzed again

Professor and Jackie spoke. They seem to be finishing up workouts.

I snapped the panel of the wiring shut once more and opened up my laptop. Making sure the wireless connection was active, I nodded with approval as I saw the video feed. We were good to go.

I exited the changing room and headed downstairs, sweating like I'd worked out a lot. I saw the professor heading up the stairs on my down and walked briskly through the floor, avoiding eye contact with Riya. We already had plans to meet up, nearby. The connection wouldn't be able to get to our dorms, so we were going to the library next door. Jackie was still on the treadmill, so we had some time.

In the private study room Riya had booked, I set up the video feed again, just as Jackie was entering the room. To my delight, Professor Freeman had already stripped down to a set of black lingerie and a garter belt, standing regally atop the bench.

"Did I miss anything?" Riya said, sweat shining on her forehead as she stepped inside the study room.

"Nope," I said. "But we're about to get a show."

Jackie entered the room, sweaty and grimy from her workout. "Hello Professor," she said in a sweet, pinched voice. "I'm ready for my extra credit."

Riya ruffled my hair. "You brilliant little pervert. Are you recording?"

I nodded, as Professor Freeman approached the younger woman, taut perky breasts barely contained in her lacy lingerie. "You've done well so far, Jackie. But you know what you have to do if you want that recommendation." Her hands swiveled the young woman around, sliding down to smack her sizable posterior. "You have to give up your ass to me."

I could see the nervousness on Jackie's face as my own cunt moistened. "I've never done anal before."

"With an ass like that, it's a crime. But I won't force you." Professor Freeman walked away and leaned against the wall. "Leave now, and we're done. We'll never speak of this again, but you won't get that letter. But you've come this far." She unbuckled her garter belt and slid her panties down to her ankles, revealing the dark, puffy lips of her cunt, shaved and glistening with sweat. "How many times have you licked this pussy? How many times have I finger fucked you like a dirty slut over my desk?"