Ultimate Peep Show

When Sable appeared on his screen, he could taste her.

Paul was surprised after his corny pickup line, that she was still on board with any of this. She was so sexy when he saw her when he walked into the neighborhood bar. He had just moved there, and she was so sexy he was dumbstruck. And then the bartender handed him a cocktail in her honor because she was leaving the next day which he sipped, and he never ordered cocktails.

What else could he say?!

But she thought it was funny, and he took her home. Her pussy was so sweet, like candy that made your teeth hurt. He could not get enough.

Sable was so greedy between his legs, no one had ever enjoyed him like that before. With some women his balls were ornamental, but not Sable.

He texted her to make sure she landed the next day—anything to get her number. She gave it to him, which let him know she was kind of into it a little more just like he was.

They kept texting, he finally picked up the phone—to talk to her, to hear her voice.

Something more sensual than words.

Next it was this:

He was hard as soon as she appeared on his Face Time screen. Like a peep show, or cam girl. She just wore lacy panties. Her breasts free, he wanted to lick the screen as if he could taste her there.

“Show me,” he said, sitting back with his impressive wood on view erect like a skyscraper looking at her with lidded eyes. “I showed you.”

He told her how hard he was, and she said she could make herself come so hard if she could see him. Her fingers covered the crotch of her panties, and quicker than a blink he saw her pubic hair and the swollen head of her clit. Sable looked at him, put her fingers in her mouth.

“Okay,” she said looking as if into his eyes, and touched herself. He saw her shoulders shake, as she moaned almost inaudibly but he saw her lips buzz and heard her heavy breath. “But you cannot touch yourself until I come.”

Paul was glad he was free, because looking at her if he touched himself he would have exploded. Waiting for her to explode instead and watching her at such close range, he panted like he was fucking himself.

“Paul, can you touch yourself now? I-I need to see your hand on your dick,” she said licking her lips, and looking at him as he grabbed himself.

“Do you want me to—“

“Yeah!”

Touching himself while watching her was explosive. Neither of them looked away from the other’s image on screen.

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Pierced

Chloe took a long look at her mother. She had of course seen pictures of her mother when she was younger, her mother had always been the youngest looking mom when she was a kid. The cool one who came to pick her up to take her to fun places, but it was her grandmother who took care of her primarily.

Sally had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, and her earring piercings were empty except for pearls that she wore that emphasized her faux rockabilly look. Her mother was beautiful, there was no denying that Oscar had been smitten with her which is how she did not know how she was able to pry him from her but she had.

And now.

She needed her mother, blood was thicker than water and she needed her. Sally looked at her with a face that displayed no emotion. She had agreed to meet her, but her face was smooth as porcelain not a crease of emotion.

“Mom, I am sorry for everything. But you are my mom, and I love you and I need you.” Chloe felt weak as she looked at her mother’s still calm expression.

“I love you Chloe, you’re my daughter. I am always here. It was not so much about Oscar, but the things you said to me about not raising you and acting like you did not need me. Like you did not love me.”

“I’m sorry Mom,” Chloe cried, and she rushed to hug her mother. I’m so sorry. But I think you are right. Oscar was out of my league, I should never have gotten involved with him. I never should have done any of this because now…I am in love with someone else.”

Her mother studied her with interest now. Chloe was afraid to say anything, because even to say it was pleasure and pain.

“I am in love with Rafe Morton.”

Her mother’s eyes widened, as she stared at her.

“Then you are in for a hell of a battle with his wife,” Sally leaned back with an ironic smile. “And she pulled a knife on me once, so I would be very careful. Both Oscar and Rafe love her to death.”

Chloe swallowed, she definitely could not compete with Eliza. But she had to have Rafe, she needed him now more than ever…

She walked out of the café after talking to her mother a little longer, and got into her car. She started to text Oscar, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that her driving was texting. As she was about to tell him to stop, the car swerved and she screamed. The sound of their two phones colliding was the last sound she heard.

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Caramel

Caramel was delighted that Damaris was going to Paris. They were colleagues, and she advised several of her clients to see Caramel in her wake.

Cara and her worked together often. They were Nyla’s best girls, so when a client wanted a threesome it was a no brainer that they were hired. Those nights were intense and decadent night for Damaris, she came so many times one night she felt like she would combust.

This night, was a thank you for picking up her slack. Damaris invited Cara out for dinner and to stay over in the luxe hotel suite that Jared had gotten for her, so she would not be late for her early morning flight. He was already in Paris—business demanded—so she would meet him there.

Damaris could tell by the way that Cara licked the caramel on her spoon, what was on her mind. She knew as soon as Cara ordered the caramel heavy dessert what was on her mind. Spooning up caramel from Cara’s plate, let Cara know she was definitely up for dessert.

When she invited Cara to stay over with her, didn’t she know exactly why?

Their kisses tasted like caramel. Damaris let her tongue delicately lick a spot of caramel stickiness off of Cara’s chin. Cara slipped her hand under her dress, as she licked that sweet spot from her chin.

Cara’s hand spanned over Damaris’ thigh, and gripped her it with familiarity and longing. Her other hand pulled at her hair, which soothed her. Damaris liked having her hair pulled, and she wanted more, as she licked her lip still sweet with caramel as she craved other sweets…

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Frigid

Chloe wrapped her arms about herself as if she felt frigid air surrounding her. A thought about her mother came like frigid air–but now she wondered if she was right? Chloe was lying in bed with Oscar, they were both so drunk after they left Talisman with Eliza and Rafe.

Rafe had his driver take them home, and he and Eliza walked away. Chloe stared after them for a long time–as long as she could see them in the car. She realized it bothered her that Rafe was going with Eliza, and probably they were in bed the same way she and Oscar were now. Oscar pulled her closer, and she could smell the smokiness of Laphroaig on his breath.

Her mother had told her that she was way out of her league with a man like Oscar. Chloe felt she was even more out of her league with a man like Rafe. Being with him changed her, she needed to tell Oscar about it, but she had not.

After being with Rafe, Chloe felt like more of a woman than she had before. Maybe being with Oscar was something different because she had had a crush on him and it was fulfilled.

With Rafe, it had been wanting him from almost the moment she saw him, and not being able to deny that. She had even made it so that Eliza feel like they all should switch partners. Her desire made it so, Chloe heated up as she realized that. When he made love to her she had a fever, and wanted nothing else.

But him.

She had searched his eyes for some reciprocity earlier, but he barely looked at her. When he did his smile was warm and knowing, everything that happened between them flashed in his eyes. She felt full of him, and wanted him inside her again. But all she did was drink like self medication to make it all go away…

Now he haunted her like a ghost, she did not see him as an apparition even as she could not stop thinking about him. Wondered if he was thinking about her, as Oscar pulled her closer.

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Twist

Charlotte wore stiletto heels—that was all the memo from Harry said. To wear a pair of her stilettos, and come to his office after hours. Between her legs was quivered. They still had sex during office hours, but the stuff that they were currently exploring was stuff that they needed to do after business hours.

The echo of her heels on the floor turned her on, and the clenching and quivering between her legs made it hard for her to walk. She was still sore from their last episode…

When she got to his office, he was sitting slouched in his seat staring at the door.

Waiting for her.

Charlotte paused, waiting for him to say something. Usually he wanted her just in the heels, and then they would explore from there.

“You know what to do,” he stated plainly.

Charlotte undressed slowly, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She paused a bit because she loved to look at him. Especially when he was hard, knowing it was her that made him so. He was stiff, and she licked her lips. The crotch of her thong was damp, and she got her secretions all over her fingers. As soon as she pulled the thong off, Harry crooked his finger at her.

“Lift up your foot,” he said. Charlotte did of course, and he played with her. Her body tensed and shook as he urged her leg higher up.

She did, her heel piercing the keyboard of his laptop, as she knocked it down by accident. He smacked her bottom when she shifted nervously. When she looked down at him, he pulled her closer and licked her harder. Charlotte could barely stand, and as she struggled to keep her balance he slipped one then two fingers inside her.

Then a third.

Charlotte felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder, the puncture of flesh as she lost balance and stepped again on his laptop on the floor when she came. A blended sensation that came with a swiftness, and at the same time with a tiny delay that made her gasp and everything when black.

She resurrected when she felt his hands on her hips, and he kissed her where she pulsed. Running her hands through his hair, she mused on this new twist.

That was maybe why she wanted him so much because she had no handle on him. He scared her as much as he thrilled her.

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Red

Eliza saw red.

In Talisman, she realized that she had been trying so hard with Chloe but that there had been no need to. Chloe wanted her to like her now, but her reasoning troubled Eliza deeply.

Chloe was in love with Rafe—did Oscar see it? Her marriage was open, and fine she and Oscar had spent time together while Chloe was with Rafe…but Chloe was looking moon-eyed at Rafe the entire time. Her drunken eyes revealed an obsession as far as Eliza could see. Chloe had been eyeing him this way from the moment they met.

Eliza was done.

Eliza squeezed Rafe’s hand, and sat closer to him. She watched Chloe look at their hands, and then up at her face. Eliza smiled—what else could she do? Chloe lifted her drink, and searched for Rafe’s eyes. He kissed Eliza’s temple, and Chloe watched his lips.

Oscar was watching Eliza, which she did not realize until much later. His eyes were smoky the way they had been when they were away. Smoky, the way they got before he pushed into her the way she liked and was a little rough. Pulled her hair and made her lips throb from kissing and sucking him off. She liked his eyes smoky then, but now it seemed a different brew, and he had been drinking a lot too.

Was it just Talisman because Eliza had not felt any of this before drinking any of their talismans. Was there something in her drink that was making her feel paranoid?

“You okay?” Eliza felt Rafe’s warm breath as he questioned her.

“Fine,” she replied, when she was anything but…

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Love Me

Jared held her hand as they left the apartment. He insisted that she should have a proper meal and dessert.

“Beautiful, you deserve it,” he breathed, chewing delicately on her earlobe.

Hearing him say that drove her mad. She wanted to hear and feel his voice all night, he drove her crazy and made her feel so wanted today—more than ever.

As they got into his car, Damaris saw a bus go by with a Mac ad that said, Love Me. She remembered Nars campaign for orgasm blushes, and liked the trend makeup was taking.

At the dinner table, he looked at her like he wanted her more than anything on the menu. Damaris knew she wanted him more than anything on the menu. She was so fixated on him, she wanted to be with him and keep being with him—she did not give a fuck about food. But she ate because she wanted to please him.

Pleasing him in all things was at the forefront of her desires—that was why he kept coming back.

“I know I am redundant but you are so beautiful I cannot keep my eyes off of you—I cannot even look at the menu because I cannot stop looking at you.” Damaris smiled as he talked, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her.

Would he please devour her?!

She played with her food, pushing each item from side to side. As if she was afraid to eat in front of him, but she did not she was so full with desire even after she had climbed peak after peak with Jared.

“So I talked to Nyla,” Jared started, and Damaris looked up. Her appetite was completely gone now. What had he and Nyla talked about? “I am going away for a month—for business. In Paris, and I want to take you…”

Damaris barely heard the details of the business part—even the money part which was stupid because it was an amount that she did not even imagine possible. It was enough that she would not have to work after for awhile. Nyla was astute. There were extras she had considered that Damaris would not even have dreamed of.

“Nyla said that from her end, everything is fine but I need to ask you. Are you free, can you go to Paris with me? I understand that I have to pay compensation for any clients you might have already…”

“I can go, I can go. I used to live in Paris.”

Jared raised his eyes at her with a silent ooh la la.

Damaris thought about when she lived in Paris and her supposed her perfect life there. Why did it feel now like this was her perfect life?

Going back to her apartment, she saw the same Mac ad while they were in the car. Jared’s hand between her legs, his mouth on her neck the soft, delicate part that made his touch between her legs feel like electricity. She gasped for breath so hard when she came that she thought she was going to pass out, her own red lips pressing against the window of the car as he loved her.

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Talisman

Chloe’s skin tingled when Oscar embraced her, it was so different to feel him again and in a way that she would never have imagined. She hungered more for him because she had been away from him, and wanted to tell him about everything that had happened because he had not been there with her to share it. She also wanted to know what experiences he had had with Eliza. He held her close, and she felt cherished. She felt that he missed her and cared about her.

Loved her.

He kissed her and it felt like it must have felt for Adam and Eve with the fruit of knowledge. Nothing was hidden.

Eliza was there, and Chloe did not feel guarded this time at all. The four of them went to a speakeasy near Chloe’s apartment. Chloe was lucky that she had her own place and that she did not have to worry about a roommate, but Talisman was such a quaint spot that she could not help but invite them all there for drinks. She made cocktails now—she had learned a lot from Rafe! But she wanted something more elegant for tonight.

Eliza looked impressed, and even though Chloe felt more comfortable in her own skin around her she still wanted an edge.

Talisman provided each guest a talisman of sorts to walk into the bar. Eliza held hers which was an enigmatic sphere, in her hand and her wedding ring shone in the dark in a surreal fashion. Rafe held her close to him, and Eliza settled into him like she belonged there.

Chloe wanted to know what it was like to belong in that way. She and Oscar were not there yet. Oscar kissed her temple, and Chloe felt herself flush with heat.

“I missed you,” he said, as if she could not feel it.

“I missed you,” she answered looking at him in the shadowy bar, his eyes shining. There was something preternatural about the inside of Talisman, it made her not quite like herself. It made everyone seem otherworldly, and the drinks they made were like magic potions.

Chloe drank Talisman No. 8, a love potion with roses floating on the top of it. She took a sip, and waited for what the night would bring to the four of them.

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Burst

Damaris was inordinately aroused, as she was driven back to her apartment. Nyla had her driver drive her back there, because she wanted her to be especially fresh for Jared.

Damaris had every intention of being ready for him.

When she went back to her apartment, she took off all of her clothes, and folded them neatly in the bathroom. She was on such a fire, she was almost afraid to touch herself. A finger on her nipple was like striking a match, and she thought she would come from doing just that so she was afraid to touch herself anymore. It would be so much better to burst with Jared when he got there.

Damaris dressed slowly because she was afraid that any touch would made her burst with pleasure before his arrival. Thankfully he was right on time like he always was, and she was ready for him.

“Beautiful,” he said, and the sound of his voice almost made her come with its resonance. He looked her up and down lingering–she had dressed for him to linger on her every curve.

Her gown was transparent, and he could see everything. She could see everything behind him in the mirror. He cupped her breasts immediately, as he kissed her neck. His breath at her nape almost took her over the edge, but she did not. She hoped that it would be one of the times when he could not wait and that he would take her swiftly against the door, or not so much further than that.

It was.

He pressed her to the full-length mirror by the door. Her lips, palms and nipples touched the mirror, as he pulled up the back of her gown. His grunts of urgency made her thighs shiver, as she was desperate for him. With wide eyes, she caught his in the mirror and he looked at her while he fucked her. Each thrust was all the more intense because he looked at her while he did. His eyes widened as she fucked him back, but they never stopped looking at each other even when she came so quickly she was ashamed.

Jared held her breasts, and kissed her temple as he looked at her in the mirror.

“Beautiful.”

It was.

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Core

Jumping into the water to skinny dip with Rafe was only the beginning of their experience together. Over the course of the weekend he had gotten to her core. It was not just that they made love all weekend, and that he got to her core literally either.

Lying in bed with him, Chloe felt a connection so deep as he caressed her after making love, his caress like they had not stopped making love drove her wild. She never imagined that her inappropriate crush on Oscar as an intern would have developed into something like this—opening their relationship the way he never had before with the woman who she was sure was one of the most important women in his life…as well as her mother.

Chloe had not really wanted to have dinner with Eliza and Rafe, but she did for Oscar. Eliza knew everything about her mother and Oscar, and then her and Oscar so that was intimidating. But what she felt when she met Rafe was big, and she would never have been open to even trying anything if it had not developed so organically. Oscar was having a weekend with Eliza, and she was not even thinking about it because it was not important at the moment.

Rafe lifted her hips, and she spread her legs all the more because his weight enticed her to. He spread her legs even more, and she moaned as the desire for him to fill her filled her. Her body was wired with desire and between her legs wet for him as she had been all weekend. He slipped a thick finger inside of her, and even though it was not the entry she had craved, it made her move toward him and he reached in with that come hither curl with his finger that made her arch up and cry out.

He hugged her, and her body vibrated with the orgasm that she had had. But it was not just with the physical pleasure, it was with the intensity of her emotions. She was falling in love with him so hard, and the way he made her feel she hoped he was falling for her too. Chloe was not sure though, and she could not ask him because she was Oscar’s. All she could do was live in the moment, and let him into her in all the ways that he would enter her.

She kissed his chest, and the heat of his skin seared her lips and burned her even more to the core.

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