The Voyeur Who Paid to Watch Me

You planted the seed, quite a while ago now. My mind works like this: first I tell you no, then I think about it, weigh it up, look for information, and in the end I end up wanting it until it becomes real. You know that better than anyone, which is why you choose your words so well.

One day we’ll go to a club and I’ll auction you off. You won’t get a say. The person who bids highest on you will do whatever I want, and you won’t complain. The money, of course, will be mine.

That was the seed: money for my body, and on top of that a body I wouldn’t even be able to use as I pleased. The idea stayed there, rejected at first, tucked away in some corner, waiting for the chance to sprout and take root in my desires.

Time passed. A profile on a social network was offering something that suited me far too well. It was a man on his own who said he knew a voyeur. They were looking for couples to fuck and offered a cash reward in return. I talked it over with Bruno, he found it arousing and wrote to the guy. The next day we got a message from another profile, this one openly a voyeur. One plus one equals two.

Had they spoken to each other? Did they know one another? Was it the same voyeur hiding behind two accounts? We never really found out, because the first one gave us a bad feeling and Bruno stopped replying to him. But the voyeur, the one I’ll call D, he did stay there.

***

It’s Tuesday afternoon. I’ve left work a little early, though I barely have time to eat something and catch my breath before I start getting ready. The same ritual as always, the one that helps me get into slut mode. A long shower with that gel that smells so good. Shaving my pussy slowly, without rushing. Moisturizer everywhere, especially on my tits and my ass.

I head upstairs to the bedroom. The lingerie and clothes have already been chosen, laid out on the bed since last night. I take a few photos to send to you. At times like this I always think about the day when this whole ritual will be for YOU alone. It’s going to feel strange skipping this step when that day comes.

I go back to the bathroom. I plug in the straighteners while I do my makeup, always in the same order: foundation, concealer, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush. Lipstick at the end, the very last thing. So last, in fact, that sometimes, with Bruno rushing me, I’ve left the house without it.

Bruno comes into the bathroom with a twisted expression. The guy who was going to fuck me has just made an excuse half an hour before the date. We didn’t know him; he’d spoken to me that same morning and seemed suitable for the afternoon. He’d even confirmed a little while ago. We stand there tense, looking at each other in the mirror.

—What do we do? —he asks.

We try to put it off, but D can’t do any other day that week. We decide to go anyway and see if we can find someone inside the club. I finish my hair. Shoes. Lipstick. Perfume. A thin necklace. I’m ready, though a little on edge, because I have no idea how it’s all going to turn out.

***

There’s a notification on the car. Good news: a guy called S, a friend of D’s, gets off work early and is in. My face changes instantly. Animal look, a tingle climbing up my legs. The slut has woken up and she’s hungry.

We go over the plan, which basically consists of not having a plan. D will wait for us at the door, take care of everything, and pay for our entry. With our nerves, we can’t find the place and have to go around the block a couple of times before locating it. Luckily we park nearby. Bruno gets out first to have a look. He doesn’t see anyone. D had told us he’d arrive in five minutes, and with the way the day was going we even started to think he wouldn’t show up either.

But there he is. Bruno comes back to the car to get me. The usual doubts hit me: whether he’ll like me, whether I’ll live up to what he expects. I push them away by thinking I’m a goddess, that I’m walking in like a force of nature, that the floor belongs to me. The moment I meet D’s eyes I understand that he likes me, and our energies click straight away. A short conversation is enough to make me feel comfortable. He notices my heels, a request of his that I’ve fulfilled, and I tell him that isn’t the only thing: I’m wearing the lingerie set he saw in a photo and liked so much.

I tell him a little about YOU, about my path as a submissive, about who really has authority over me. That adds an extra layer of kink that shows in his eyes.

The club is empty. While they bring us our drinks, S arrives. We make introductions and head out to tour the club. Now I really feel powerful: three men are looking at me and I can see raw desire in each of them. They stroke my waist to guide me, I take one of their hands so I don’t trip on a ramp, I look, I smile, I flirt. No nerves left. No doubts left. I’m going to have a very good time.

***

We go into the cinema room. Bruno sits in one of the seats and asks me to do the same. S settles on the other side. D stays standing in the doorway, watching, which is what he came for. One intense look is all it takes for me to know what they want, and I’m going to give it to them.

I kiss S, we devour each other’s mouths with plenty of saliva while my hands take care of both their cocks, feeling them harden beneath the fabric. The actress’s moans on the screen accompany us like an absurd soundtrack. I stand up to take my dress off slowly, the projector light painting my body, swaying my hips. I’m left in my underwear: bra, thong, and stockings pulled up to my waist. Feline stare, untamable.

I sit back down. S touches my pussy, slips his fingers in, moves them, stops, moves them again, and the first squirt comes. I’m always surprised by the heat of the liquid running down my thighs. I’ve soaked the seat and even splashed Bruno, who laughs without moving away.

We move to a bed behind the seats. D lies lengthwise against the headboard. I get on all fours so S can fuck me while I suck Bruno’s cock. D strokes my hair, takes my hand, and I squeeze his on every thrust. He asks me things, makes me talk.

—Yes, I like it. Harder —I pant—. Fuck me, Jesus.

—That’s it, fuck her —D says—. You’re a goddess, Nadia.

And that, for me, turns me on even more. I suck Bruno’s cock like I mean it, lick his balls, until he pulls back so he won’t cum yet. I’m not stopping. I want an orgasm now, I need it. I rock my hips against S, bouncing on him, my cunt wet, hot, pulsing.

—Spank me —I ask, no one in particular.

I get one on my ass cheek and ask for more, harder. Then I turn toward D.

—Tell me I’m a whore.

—You’re a whore —he obliges me without hesitation.

I scream when I come. The actress in the film is drowned out by my shrieks; no one has looked back at the screen since I stepped into the scene. They bring me my drink so I can catch my breath. I’m soaked, my pussy and ass dripping. I go to the bathroom to clean myself up and change into another set. The second round is about to begin. Before leaving I look at myself in the mirror. You’re a filthy girl, I think, and the reflection gives me a sly smile back.

***

We’re still the only ones in the club. We go through the rooms and find one with a wooden cross on the wall. My pupils widen with pure excitement. Without thinking I position myself on it, spread my legs and hook my wrists to the chains. The three of them watch me from the threshold.

S goes in and starts eating my pussy. I arch my back, grind against his tongue, close my eyes and let myself go. The heat comes back, the cry comes back, and while a new squirt soaks everything I hear D’s voice behind me.

—Very good, Nadia. Soak yourself completely.

The insatiable slut doesn’t want to stop. We look for another room, a big one where we all fit comfortably. I want them to keep fucking me, to ram me like never before. I get on all fours again. I’m wearing a blue lace catsuit that leaves my pussy and ass bare. Now S and Bruno take turns hammering me; we sweat, pant, the mattress creaks.

D covers my mouth with his hand and I bite it, I ask him to choke me a little. I notice how he focuses on my heels and my red nails; he’s undone by details, and I always take care of them. They slam into me without pause, I can no longer tell who’s inside me and who’s spanking me. I suck one finger and take it to my clit, I masturbate while they fuck me.

—Yes, touch yourself —D says.

I work myself harder while looking him in the eyes, making it clear that this orgasm coming up is for him, for you, for YOU through the screen of my mind. It hits hard, makes my whole body tremble, makes me scream like an animal again, leaves me breathless.

I still have some strength left and S still hasn’t cum.

—Cum on my tits —I ask him.

He stands on the bed and I kneel. I suck his cock from the glans to the root, once, again, once more. I look up at him when I go down to lick his balls. He’s right on the edge. He buries his erection between my tits, grinds hard and spills over them, silently, almost worshipping me, leaving all the moans of the night for me alone.

***

When I recover a little I see that a couple has come into the room. They’d been watching for a while and they’ve gotten turned on: they’re kissing and groping each other in a corner. I can still go a little further. S is saying goodbye and surprises me with one last request.

—I want to leave with your taste in my mouth.

And before I have time to react, he throws me down on the bed full of fluids and sweat, and gives me a final pussy-licking that makes me cum again, unexpectedly, almost unable to believe it.

My legs are shaking. I’m a little tipsy from the two drinks. I sit up and get dizzy. Bruno holds me lovingly by the waist and whispers in my ear:

—You really got it good.

I smile at him. We say goodbye to the guys and to D, who keeps watching until the very last second, as he should.

***

We’re in the car. Satisfied, I close my eyes. Fantasy fulfilled and, above all, enjoyed. I don’t feel bad, I don’t feel guilty, I don’t feel used or degraded. I put on a show and I was rewarded for it. I did it well.

When we get home, the first thing I do is go to the bathroom. I undress and take a photo with the proof: the bills covering my pussy, the smell of sex mixing with the smell of money. Today we all enjoyed ourselves. I go to bed happy, proud, and calm, knowing you’ll be proud of me.