Confessions of a Voyeur

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.

It is recommended to read the earlier chapters for context, but it is not strictly required.

I went home the summer after my semester abroad a changed woman. I felt sexually confident for the first time in my life, and a desire burned inside me to continue spying on, seducing, and fucking beautiful women. Unfortunately, returning to my boring, conservative small town was not conducive to such an endeavor. I didn't have an internship that summer so I was stuck working for my dad's contracting company back home. I had no idea where to find sexy older women to spy upon, and to make matters worse, my usual sexual releases were denied me. Ana Flores, my beautiful older neighbor who I had spied upon and modeled for in the past, had moved out. The new neighbors were a young married couple with kids and they had rebuilt the old fence.

Ana had written me a nice email explaining her decision.

Mija Kate,

It was too bad you were abroad when I moved. Things moved quickly, and as you know, my career as a sapphic erotic artist has picked up. I am moving to San Francisco to start my studio practice. I already have sessions booked with many models and I hope to have a gallery show within the next few months. When that happens, I'll be happy to invite you to come to San Francisco and attend, as your painting will be prominently featured.

If your lovers approve, do send me some more photographs. I am always looking for new models to feature in my work. I would especially love to paint the woman who had the honor of taking your virginity.

Con amor,

Ana

It stung not having her around to ease my sexual frustration. Watching her bathe and shave, get dressed, masturbate, and even fuck other women had been a big part of my sex life the last few years. Making matters worse, my college fuck buddy Anna had got back together with an old boyfriend and wasn't sexting me anymore.

My only sexual relief for the first few weeks of summer was my first lover Susan. As she worked in a Catholic school, it was hard for her to date in the small Colorado town she lived in. We were both in the same boat, so we often ended up on FaceTime late in the night, masturbating and displaying our bodies to one another. Susan was an excellent lover, if a bit conservative, and I regaled her with stories of my filthy exploits in Barcelona, eating ass and getting into a threesome. I could tell she was starting to open herself up more to exploring new sex acts, which excited me more. She had grown a bit plumper, but was still very cute, and her little belly only added to her next door neighbor aesthetic.

I also loved the way she orgasmed on camera, her cheeks flushed, her mouth wide open and eyes fluttering, a tortured groan of pleasure shuddering from her mouth through her body as she desperately rubbed her clit. Sometimes she'd even gasp out my name, again and again, like a prayer. On one of those nights, as I bit my teeth on the pillow and climaxed upon the vibrator that she had given me, I decided to work up the courage to ask her an important question.

I lay my phone by my side, watching her now sleepy eyes, her face in post-coital glow. She giggled, her freckled nose wrinkling up cutely. "Can I ask you something, pretty girl?" I said to her, running a hand through my tangled hair as I shifted my hips upon the damp sheets of my childhood bed.

"Sure," she said, smoothing dark curls out of her face. "Thank you, by the way. I am so fucking pent up. Haven't had a good fuck in almost a year now."

"That's what I wanted to talk about. I want to be with you. I want to touch you. We should go on a trip together."

She blushed. "Really? You want to? I mean, where would we even go?" Her lips pursed. "And I really can't take too much time off work, even during my summer."

"Well, you see, I was thinking of Los Angeles. It's really close to you, and we could probably stay there for free." I hesitated, wondering how best to phrase the next part. "Do you remember the artist whose work I showed you? Ana Flores?"

"Oh yeah. She's so talented. Her work gets me so riled up," Susan said, her fingers idly tugging at her nipples, which were still aroused and swollen. I wanted to lick them so badly. I licked my lips instead and she smirked, flicking her nipple for my enjoyment. I turned my vibrator back on and put it between my legs. "But how does that translate to us..." She flushed deep red. "Oh... you want us to...?"

"Well, she said she wanted me to visit anyway, to see the art she made of me. And she said she'd love to paint the woman who took my virginity." This time it was my turn to blush. "And honestly, I've sent her a few pictures of you."

"Kate!" Susan's eyes were shocked, but I could see a sparkle of arousal in there, as I suspected. After all, this woman liked to skinny dip and the first time we fucked was outdoors in a pond. She had an exhibitionist side to her, which I loved. "That's not cool." She didn't actually sound that upset, though. I thought she even sounded a little smug, as though she was honored that her nudes were a prize I shared with a successful erotic artist.

"She thinks you're hot. She wants to paint you." I shrugged. "We could go there, stay at her place, and model in her studio. A free trip for us." I moaned as I increased the speed of the vibrator and grinded my hips against it, watching lustfully as she continued to tug and stimulate her beautiful dark nipples. "I want those in my mouth, so bad. I want to count your freckles with my tongue again."

Her blue eyes seemed to cloud over as she considered my words. "Well, I do have to say, I miss that talented mouth of yours. And I think," she said, moving her phone to show herself wiggling her ass at me, "I might let you try a few new things. But let me think about it, okay, babe?"

I nodded, biting my lip as another orgasm built up inside of me. "Sure, pretty girl. Now... show me that pussy of yours."

She giggled lowered the phone, spreading her legs tantalizingly. "You're such a slut. Let me see you come."

Susan definitely saw me come, and more than once.

#

The summer was a bit of a boring blur. I didn't mind working as a contractor, and I got to apprentice with one of my dad's electricians, which was great as it would eventually go on to help me get my license the next year. But I was never going to stay on and join the family business. My goal was to work for one of the elite defense contractors in optics technology, and my prior apprenticeship and referral letters from Professor Schulze and Joseph Cortage had landed me a few interviews with the top firms when I got back to college. So I wasn't worried, and honestly the work paid well enough for me not to complain too much.

But my cunt

was

bored, and it demanded more.

Even the regular sessions with Susan weren't enough. I wanted to fuck someone, and had no idea how to go about it. The dating apps in this area were a dud. There weren't enough gay women who were out of the closet in my area, and they typically weren't very active or easy to get ahold of. I was pretty much resigned to spending the whole summer sexually frustrated, when I happened to run into someone from my past, just a week before I was supposed to go to Los Angeles for Ms. Flores's gallery opening.

I was picking up some supplies for my dad at the hardware store, and I heard a familiar voice address me. "Kate!" I turned around and my mouth opened in surprise as I saw that it was none other than Ms. Lisa Xu, my old high school shop teacher. I had once watched her fuck Ms. Flores from my treehouse, and in turn, had invited her to watch me masturbate for Ms. Flores as a model for her painting,

The Virgin in Repose

.

So, we had a bit of a history. But we had never actually had sex with each other.

"Ms. Xu," I said, smiling at her. I realized that I was actually taller than her now, which was strange. She looked much the same as I remembered her, though with more tattoos, some of which were on her cleavage, easily visible from her white tank top. She wore blue denim jeans that hugged her muscular thighs, and her dark blue hair was still long on one side and shaved on the other. "Nice to see you after such a long time."

"I told you, Kate, call me Lisa, you're not my student anymore." Her narrow, Asiatic eyes flicked over me and I blushed. It was though she was seeing me for the first time, in a totally new light. "Something's changed about you, I have to say. You've got a new way to the way you stand. Confidence." She grinned rakishly. "I like it."

"Thanks," I said, leaning forward on my shopping cart so that my lowcut shirt could showcase my breasts effectively. I had indeed started dressing in more revealing, sexually confident outfits since my sexual exploits in Barcelona, and I had finally begun wearing sexy underwear, starting with the lingerie Selena had purchased for me there. I was indeed feeling more confident. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, buying some light bulbs, wiring and fixtures. You remember, I do some freelance contracting over the summer. Are you working for your dad?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but just part time. I'm taking a class remotely to get prepped for my job interviews this fall."

She nodded, a slight smirk crossing her lips. "You know what, if you have some time, I think I have a job for you. I promise it's well compensated."

I hesitated. It wasn't like I didn't want to work for Lisa, but I also didn't want to spend a bunch of time with her, watching her sweat and flex her big biceps, only to go home horny and frustrated. And I also didn't want to give up any more of my free time than I had to.

"I don't know..." I started to say, but she stepped forward, and placed a finger against my lips.

"It's a job that requires your unique skills." There was mischief in her eyes, and she lowered her voice. "I have a client, an older woman who I want to fuck. I want you to help me install some...

devices

in her house. And in addition to your pay, I'll give you the video of the two of us fucking when it happens." She cupped my chin, staring up at me with her hard, dark eyes. I felt my panties dampen. "I know you're a pervert, Kate. I know you'll do this for me."

Powerless to do anything, my loins heating up, I could only nod wordlessly at her. I never could refuse a powerful, confident older woman. And I never wanted to, either.

#

The house was in a wealthy part of town, up on a hillside that overlooked the tiny, boring looking houses and scattered farmlands encircling our community. I got a ride from Lisa in her truck, a box full of camera and optics equipment stuffed in the pickup bed. Lisa wore sunglasses and a tank top over her paint-stained work jeans. I had dressed similarly. As we rode up, I saw her casting casual glances my way, studying me like a piece of meat. It was a bit of a turn on.

"I think I know what's different about you," she said, as we hopped out of the truck.

I looked back at her as I grabbed the box of equipment from the back. "Yeah, what's that?"

She smiled slyly. "You've been fucking, haven't you?"

My cheeks heated up a bit but I maintained my composure. "Do you ask all your old students that?" But I didn't deny it. I was proud that I had been fucking, and adventurously fucking at that.

"Only the perverted ones like you," she replied cheekily.

I followed her up the steps to the sprawling McMansion of a house. It definitely wasn't my taste, but it was pretty typical of the house rich old people who lived in this part of America owned. Her big, fit ass swayed alluringly in her baggy work jeans.

"Yeah? Are you saying there were others?" I said as she rang the doorbell.

She raised her eyebrows as she leaned against the nearby wall, arms crossed. "Maybe if you're a good girl today, I'll answer that question."

A little shiver of arousal trickled down my spine. "How do I be a good girl for you?"

"Start by calling me Boss." Lisa turned around as the door opened. "Hello Ms. Haddigan, I'm here to install the new security system and lighting."

I could see why Lisa was interested in Ms. Haddigan. She was a woman in her early fifties, with curled blonde hair framed nicely around her head and pretty brown eyes. Her cheeks were mildly lined but her figure was a neat, fit hour glass that looked nice in her blue sundress and slippers. Her breasts were considerable, almost to the point of making me insecure about my assets.

"Right on time, Lisa. And who is your little helper?" Ms. Haddigan said, smiling brightly as she extended her hand to me.

"Kate," I said, shaking her hand and smiling back. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Kate used to be my student. Top of her class in shop, and she's studying mechanical engineering. She knows optics and cameras better than me, and you'll be happy with her work," Lisa said, shooting me a wink as she spoke. This poor woman had no idea what kind of wicked perversions we had planned.

"Well, come on in girls, I'm just about to head to the office." We followed her inside as she gestured down the hallway. "Feel free to set up the cameras in the hallways and outside, and then the lights in the bedrooms and the upstairs bathrooms." The hallway ran into a wide sitting room in front of long glass windows with the view of the town below. "If you need anything, just text me." She sighed and took a swig of coffee from her thermos. "I'll be trapped there all day it looks like. I don't even know if I'll have time for lunch, but if you girls want coffee, there's a pot with fresh brew in the kitchen."

"I think we're good," Lisa said. "Should we just lock the front door when we're done?"

"Yes," Mrs. Haddigan said, tapping a table with a key lying on it. "Use that, and leave it under the rug in front. The alarm system is right by the door, just tap away on the touch screen and you'll be good to go." She nodded and picked up her bag. "Anything else you girls need?"

"Nope. See you later, Ms. Haddigan. You look great in that dress by the way," Lisa said brazenly, with a cocky grin. I was quite jealous of her raconteur approach to flirtation.

I swear Ms. Haddigan blushed. "You're too much, Lisa. Bye girls!" She gave us a dainty wave as she walked out the door. I couldn't help but admire the sashay of her delicate hips as she went.

"Divorced and definitely ready to get back out there." Lisa licked her lips. "I'm definitely going to fuck her, and you're going to help me."

"Yes, Boss," I replied, almost purring when I saw the look of sultry approval Lisa gave me.

We worked on the outside first, installing the security cameras all over the backyard and garage. Then we did the lights upstairs. This was the honest part of the job, that the client had actually ordered. By the time we were done, the two of us were sweaty, tired and ready for a break. I tried not to stare at Lisa's tattooed biceps as they glistened under the new, powerful lights in Ms. Haddigan's bedroom.

We drank sodas and ate some sandwiches in the kitchen as Lisa explained her plans. She wanted me to install cameras in the master bedroom, the en suite bathroom, and connect the security cameras in the backyard to another transmission device that she could used to stream the data to her computer back home. She also wanted audio from the camera feeds.

It wasn't really difficult work for me. The only distraction was Lisa, as she stood up on the stepladder to slide the fisheye camera into the back of a new lightbulb we'd installed. My eyes were set on her ass, imagining the powerful glutes that lay beneath, that I had once watched entwined in Ana Flores's limbs. My pussy was practically begging me to start fingering myself in front of her.

But I wanted so badly to be a good girl. So I controlled myself.

"So you have been fucking? And still spying?" Lisa said as we drilled holes into the wall of Ms. Haddigan's massive shower stall.

"I've spied on every lover I've ever had, Boss. And I've done some wild stuff with them." I slid some wiring inside one of the hole, connecting it to the cables that powered the lights. "I've even had a threesome."

Lisa's eyebrows rose as she leaned forward to insert the tiny camera, her small but perky breasts shifting. I noticed her nipples were visible through the white fabric and felt my cunny quiver. I thought I saw her smirk as she rose up again. "Well you're quite the naughty girl now, Kate. You've come a long way from the awkward dork in my shop class. But I suppose I'm following in your path. I must admit, after our experiences with Ms. Flores, you gave me a taste for your unnatural perversions. Guess we're both bad girls."

She reached out her hand and cupped my chin again, turning my head side to side. I could feel my panties growing steadily wetter. "I said I'd be a good girl for you."

"And I said I'd pay you. We're done with our job." She pulled my head closer to her. "And I think we should test these cameras out, shouldn't we?"

I nodded, heat suffusing my face. "Yes, Boss. I'll do whatever you say, Boss."

Her lips formed a snarl as they seized mine. Her tongue was hungry, aggressive, utterly dominating mine as she slammed me against the wall of the bathroom. Her strong arms lifted up my legs as she grinded her pelvis against mine. I wrapped my legs around her big ass and moaned into her mouth as she pulled at my lips with her teeth. My panties were soup and I wanted so desperately for her to rip my clothes off and have her way with me.

But she was going to take her time and so we made out against the bathroom wall for a while, our tongues beginning to know each other well and form an understanding. I couldn't believe I was making out with my sexy shop teacher from high school, couldn't believe that she was pulling up my tank top from my shirt, that her thumbs were rubbing the nubs of my nipples under my sports bra.

"Boss," I whispered into her tongue, "I really want you to fuck me."

"Oh yeah?" She nipped at my neck, eliciting another moan from me. "Where should we fuck?"

"Anywhere. Just please. I need it so, so, so fucking bad." My cunt was hot and needy."

She swung me away from the wall and carried me into Ms. Haddigan's bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her neck, legs still around her big ass, humping her through my jeans and pressing my tits into her face. I didn't care if we were about to have sex on some random woman's desk or that the cameras were on me. I just wanted to be a good girl who followed her boss's orders, satisfying her basest desires.

Lisa lay me down on the bed and unzipped my jeans. I ripped off my tanktop and shrieked as she pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Obediently, I raised my legs and helped her pull them off, while undoing my sports bra at the same time.

"I didn't think you'd be a g-string girl. Sexy panties. What happened to the white cotton undies, Kate?" Lisa said, smirking as hooked her fingers around the waistband of my sopping wet panties.

"I'm slutty now," I whimpered, tugging at my already aroused nipples. "My lover in Barcelona bought me those, be careful, Boss."

"I'm almost jealous," Lisa said, pulling them down and off my legs. I let out a sigh of relief my cunt was freed from its trappings, the smell of my arousal rising hot in the air. She straddled my legs and ripped off her own shirt and bra. Her puffy nipples were swollen across her broad, dark areolas. She lowered her chest towards me and I instinctively raised my head to suck on her nipples. Back and forth between the two nipples I went, sucking dutifully and enjoying the feeling of the swollen nubs in my mouth, like a babe at her mother's breast.