Views, Part 4 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

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Mark stood on his balcony, completely frozen, the door leading back to his room ajar. His eyes bulged, and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

In the corner of Sasha’s window, on her floor, sat a large white paper bag. It had a cartoony pink kiss mark displayed across its surface, with “Lucy’s Sex Shop” underneath in pink lettering.

Discarded on the floor next to it were Sasha’s denim shorts, as well as her underwear. Her satchel was on her bed, with her laptop nearby. The sheets were a little rumpled up, and part of her blanket hung off of the mattress.

Sasha knelt directly in front if the window, on the floor. She wore nothing but her blue t-shirt.

Mark felt like he was dreaming. Her chest was almost pressing against the glass. Now that she was right in front of her window, there was no doubting it.

She was looking right at him.

In one of her hands she held a new sex toy, which looked like a large penis with a suction cup on the end. Her other hand moved towards the glass, and she pressed her palm against the window while staring up at him.

She blew him a kiss, and her palm moved away from the window. She wiggled her fingers at him.

It was an almost surreal sight. Her window, with her in it, her bottom half completely nude, and the distant sounds of the city continuing on as if nothing was happening, while she looked directly at him.

Mark was stunned. He swallowed nervously as she sat back on her heels and distanced herself from the window. Those brown eyes remained locked onto him, giving him that intense gaze she was so good at, while she moved her new toy to the floor.

He saw her look down, and then she slammed the dildo downwards. It stuck to her wooden floor, wobbling from side to side.

She lifted herself off of her heels and shuffled forwards a few inches, still on her knees. Her arm reached between her legs. He saw her brown eyes land on his again as her fingers guided the toy towards her slit. He could’ve sworn he saw a strand of moisture trickle down the shaft of the toy, but he was too far away to tell for sure. Sasha started lowering herself downwards.

And Mark watched, holding his breath, as she slowly impaled herself in front of him.

Her mouth dropped open, a ghost of a smile of pleasure tugging at the corners of her lips, and her eyes narrowed. She continued sitting down, the toy sliding further and further into her. He saw her lips move as she looked up at him, and he wished he could’ve heard what she said.

Her fingers brushed over the glass, and she started bouncing up and down.

Although Mark’s brain remained frozen with shock, his body finally started responding. He felt tingles of excitement make their way through him, and his cock hardened into a steel rod of desire.

Through her window, he saw Sasha run her fingers through her blonde hair. Her eyes closed, and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. Her other hand slowly slid under her t-shirt and started making its way up to her chest. He wondered why she didn’t take her shirt off.

Her lips parted, and Mark wished he could hear her moans.

As he stood on his balcony, frozen with shock, watching Sasha bounce on an artificial cock, a full understanding of what was happening started seeping into his arousal flooded brain.

This girl in front of him, half his age, was getting off to exposing herself to him. She was putting on a show. He started to understand why she hadn’t taken her shirt off.

She was teasing him.

As soon as he thought this, her eyes flew open and she looked up at him. Her mouth opened into another soundless moan, and her motions became slower and more deliberate. Her hips moved up and down in a more circular fashion, and he saw her lips move again.

He realized then, as her eyes slid shut again and one of her hands slid towards her crotch, that he really hadn’t seen a more beautiful person anywhere, and probably wouldn’t.

Mark felt for his chair, and then stumbled to the side before collapsing into it, his eyes fixated on the sight unfolding in front of him. Sasha was still moving slowly and deliberately, sensually biting her lip. Her brown eyes were looking up at him again. As she ground herself into her toy cock, one of her hands between her legs, her other hand slowly traveled upwards, taking the bottom of her t-shirt with it.

Mark watched Sasha slowly unveil her stomach, as hard as he had ever been.

Her stunning eyes remained fixed on him as her fingers trailed over her skin, lifting her shirt up higher in the process. Her hand reached her chest, and her gaze somehow became even more intense.

The underside of one of her beasts was slowly revealed. Mark wondered if he should pinch himself. He leaned forwards, his hungry gaze jumping from Sasha’s face to her chest, waiting for what was next. His body was on fire. His cock felt like it was about to explode. Sasha stared back at him as she rode her toy, her fingers brushing over her breast, her shirt lifted almost to the nipple.

Then her shirt slipped free from her limp fingers, flopping back down and covering her up again. Her mouth opened into a taunting smile.

Mark took a deep breath, feeling frustration wash over him.

Sasha giggled, pressing her palm against the glass as she leaned against the window.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as she blew him another kiss. His hand moved to the bulge in his pants and he started touching himself, desperate to feel any kind of relief from the frustration he was feeling.

Sasha lifted her hips up. She straightened up on her knees and her toy slid out of her pussy. It remained attached to the floor, wobbling from side to side slightly, slick with her arousal.

Although he didn’t notice, Mark’s mouth started watering as he stared at the juices coating her artificial cock.

Sasha moved away from her toy, maneuvering herself on her hands and knees. She stopped next to it, and started to turn herself around. Then she moved herself back on top of it, her back facing him.

Her ass was so amazing, round and firm, the cutest butt he had ever seen. His mouth dropped open again, and he stared blankly at her buttcheeks as she gave him a teasing smile over her shoulder.

She leaned over, placing one of her hands on the ground in front of her and the other on her thigh. Then, her ass lowered downwards. Her toy brushed over her butt, and as she sat down, she scooched back a little, pushing her ass against the shaft. It ended up between her buttcheeks. She moved her ass from side to side.

Mark took a deep breath, trying not to pass out.

She lifted her ass up again, and then moved back a little more. Then she lowered herself down again. Her hand moved between her legs, guiding her toy cock. Her toy penetrated her lips, and her mouth opened into a soundless moan again.

Sasha sat down fully on the toy, her body swallowing it up completely, her buttcheeks resting on her bare feet. She continued looking over her shoulder at him. Her fingers played with a strand of her hair.

She gave her hips a little wiggle, and Mark lost his mind.

He didn’t know why he did it. It was as if his body took over, desperate for any kind of pleasure, any kind of respite from the torment Sasha was enacting on him.

His hand moved to his zipper, and he slowly unzipped his pants. He saw Sasha’s eyes widen. He reached inside of his underwear, and, while sitting on his balcony outside, pulled out his raging erection.

Sasha’s ass started moving up and down. She sat down on her toy again and again, her eyes jumping from Mark’s face to the penis in his hands.

His body felt like it was on fire. He started stroking, and moaned softly with pleasure. He saw Sasha reach between her legs again, a lustful expression appearing on her face. His cock twitched in his hand. He felt the pressure building inside of him, he knew he was about to burst.

The fact that he was outside didn’t even register with him. The only thing that mattered was the view he had of the blonde student with her shoulder length hair, the sight of her perfect ass bouncing up and down as she impaled herself on a large fake cock over and over.

Every now and then, her eyes would close, and he’d get a glimpse of an expression of extreme pleasure on her face before she turned away, bouncing faster and faster. But then she’d slow down and look back at him again, and he’d see her lips move.

His hand was moving faster and faster. The faint sounds of the city didn’t register with him anymore as he drew closer and closer to his climax, watching Sasha do the same.

Finally, he saw Sasha give him her stunning gaze, and he saw her lips form the words “fuck me,” and a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over his body.

A rope of cum shot from his penis, flying up into the air and splattering over his hand and his pants. His cock twitched, and it was immediately followed by another spurt of cum. Sasha’s mouth opened into a giddy smile of ecstasy as she watched Mark cum all over himself. He twitched with pleasure, cum still spurting from his cock, grunting as his hips twitched into his hands.

Sasha froze, her toy cock buried deep inside of her, and he saw her eyes roll upwards before she turned away. Her body shuddered furiously, and her artificial cock slid out of her as she collapsed forwards, sticking her ass into the air.

Her hand rubbed her swollen lips between her legs, her pussy pointed directly at him. He watched as she exploded, a spray of liquids shooting from her privates. Her toy cock dripped with her cum as she squirted all over it, her explosive orgasm raining down from her pussy again and again, her body convulsing as her fingers frantically worked her folds.

Mark’s orgasm passed after what seemed like forever, and he sat back and watched Sasha ride the waves of her climax, gooey girl juices dripping down from her gorgeous pussy. She seemed to calm down eventually, and raised herself to her hands and knees.

She turned and crawled to the window. Their eyes met. He just looked at her for a few seconds, and she just looked back, sitting on her ankles again. He saw her lips move.

A small voice in the back of his head wondered if anyone had seen him masturbating in his balcony. He could get into serious trouble for that. He looked around, but the street below was empty, and people couldn’t see him from down there anyway. And all of the students in the rooms next to him kept their blinds closed, all except for Sasha.

He looked back at her. When he did, she lifted herself off of her ankles a little, and reached between her legs. Her fingers came back covered in her juices.

She trailed her fingertips over the glass, painting a heart shape with her grool. Then she blew him another kiss, before smiling at him with her eyes as she inserted her fingers into her mouth.

Mark ran his hands over his face and then through his hair, amazed that Sasha was real.

She stood up and waved at him before walking out of sight. He zipped up his pants, noticing the mess he’d made for the first time. The distant sounds of the city continued on as he made his way to his hotel room to clean himself off.

Once inside, he realized he was now technically in a sexual relationship with a woman other than his wife.

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Mark’s dilemma about technically cheating on his wife didn’t last long. He decided that he had stopped loving her a long time ago. She probably didn’t care about him at all, and there was really no reason to stay married with her. It wasn’t a hard decision.

Sasha was like a drug. An intoxicating addictive drug. He loved her cute shoulder length hair, and he loved her mouth. He loved the shape of her chest, and he loved her legs and ass. He loved her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. They were so full of passion and intensity, so full of life and enthusiasm. They were beautiful. He loved the way he felt whenever she looked at him. He hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

The blonde student occupied his dreams all night, and when he woke up the next morning, he immediately jumped out of bed and went to his window.

But Sasha was nowhere in sight, her room was empty.

So he went about his morning preparations, brushing his teeth and eating breakfast, and then headed towards his first lecture of the day.

Sasha wasn’t on the bus either. He sighed, swiping his card, and then moved to the back of the bus, sitting down as it started to pull away.

His heart jumped with excitement as he walked towards the door to his classroom. He entered the room, looking over the people gathered in front of him, his gaze jumping from student to student.

She wasn’t there.

His heart sank, and he began teaching his class.

Three lectures later, Mark was in much better spirits. As he walked towards the bust stop that evening, he wondered if Sasha would put on another “show.” What would she do? What would she wear? Maybe she would have a buttplug. Maybe she would be completely naked.

The fact that she was showing off for him was beyond exciting to Mark. He still couldn’t believe these past few days had been real. When he had first met Sasha in that elevator, he fantasized about flirting with her in class. What she was doing now was beyond even his wildest fantasies.

The bus slowed down in front of him and stopped with a hiss. The doors opened, and a few students trickled out, followed by a few students making their way in.

As Mark stepped into the bus, he wondered if there was some way to find out what classes Sasha was taking. She wasn’t the only one who could play mind games. Maybe he could show up to one of her classes for a quick chat.

He swiped his card, and turned to face the rest of the bus.

She wasn’t there.

He shook his head and made his way to the back, but saw that all of the back seats were taken. So he settled for one of the middle seats, which were lined up along the sides of the bus.

He sat down on the seat furthest to the back, putting his briefcase on his lap. He knew better than to leave his crotch exposed, because in these past few days, he’d dealt with a lot of stubborn boners, and he had no way of knowing when one would pop up anymore.

The doors of the bus started to slide closed. Mark looked out of the window, his thoughts already moving to Sasha’s window.

“Thank you! Thank you so much,” he suddenly heard a woman pant. “Huff, barely made it.”

He turned his head and looked to the front of the bus.

Her hair somehow was even cuter today, the gentle waves of her locks looking more pronounced than usual. She was wearing another t-shirt, and Mark could tell just by looking at it that she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a small leather purse slung over her shoulder. She also wore a pair of running shorts, which were so short they almost revealed the bottoms of her round buttcheeks. Her feet were covered by a pair of converse sneakers.

“Ugh, I’m sorry,” Sasha muttered to the bus driver, swiping her card against the reader again and again. “This usually works…”

The reader beeped, and she gave the bus driver a radiant smile.

“There we go! It’s all in the wrist,” she joked, holding her card up.

The doors closed behind her, and Sasha pulled her wallet out of her purse to out her card away. She adjusted her purse on her shoulder as she caught her breath.

She held onto one of the poles as the bus started moving, and her head slowly started turning. Her eyes met Mark’s. She took one final deep breath, and she exhaled through her mouth, her lips curved into a smile.

She didn’t look at all surprised to see him.

Mark tried to keep his face as blank as possible. The blonde took a step, and then another, slowly making her way towards him. Her hand moved from pole to pole, lightly touching them for balance as she drew closer and closer.

He suddenly started feeling nervous.

He watched her pass an empty seat. And then another. And then two more. Her eyes remained fixed on him, and he marveled at how beautiful they were, so full of energy, almost hypnotic in a way.

He started getting hard.

The girl he had been watching through her bedroom window finally stopped in front of him. His gaze traveled over her wonderful legs, her gym shorts, her hips, her chest, and then, finally, her face.

She moved closer to him, and then closer still, until their legs were almost touching. He didn’t say anything to her. He just looked up at her, and she looked down at him. There was a mischievous little smile on her face.

“Got you,” she mouthed silently at him.

His cock twitched.

Sasha started to turn around. He watched her hips rotate in front of her face, until her ass was pointing at him, her two wonderful buttcheeks pressing against her skimpy athletic shorts. It was an incredible sight.

She raised her arms up and wrapped her fingers around the handles hanging from the roof of the bus, lifting her shirt up slightly in the process. Then she shoved her round butt backwards ever so slightly. He stared at the ass in front of his face, his cock throbbing desperately.

Her ass swayed gently with the motions of the bus, moving from side to side in front of his face. He tore his gaze away from her mouthwatering hindquarters and looked up at her head.

She was looking over her shoulder at him, giving him a pleased smirk as she pointed her ass at him. One of her hands let go of the handle above her and moved down to her rear, where she adjusted her shorts slightly.

Mark decided he was no longer content with watching this smug little brat masturbate.

Sasha kept her hindquarters in his face for the entirety of the bus ride. A few people gave them strange looks, but no one said anything. By the time the bus pulled up to the stop near their hotel, he was resisting the urge to plunge his face into the back of her gym shorts.

Sasha’s ass swayed enticingly in front of his nose as the bus pulled to a stop, its brakes squeaking a little.

She stepped away from him, turning towards the exit, and Mark started to stand up. But he had barely gotten to his feet before she threw herself backwards, her hands still hanging on to the handles above her.

Her body pressed back against his chest, and her ass bumped against his raging erection.

The sensation was insane.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” Sasha murmured as he tried not to cum into his pants.

She started walking towards the exit, and Mark followed, his cock aching uncomfortably. Without warning, she stopped in her tracks and moved backwards.

Her ass brushed against his bulge again.

“Oh, so sorry,” she said quietly. She didn’t look at him, she just kept walking.

They had almost reached the exit when Sasha pulled her phone out of her purse and tossed it onto the floor.

“Whoops,” she said, her voice casual.

This time, he managed to step back in time, but the sight of Sasha bending over the way she did as she picked up her phone was beyond maddening. He had to talk himself out of ripping her clothes off right then and there as he watched her straighten up and strut out of the bus.

The bus doors slid shut behind Mark as he stepped onto the sidewalk. He stared at Sasha. She stood a few feet away from him, seemingly engrossed in something on her phone, but as he watched her, she glanced up at him and then immediately looked down at her screen again.

He shook his head and turned in the direction of the hotel. He took a step.

She took a step too.

He stopped and looked at her, and she stopped too, staring at her phone screen.

Mark sighed and started walking towards the hotel. Sasha strode next to him, matching his pace. They were both silent. Every couple of steps, he looked over at her. She was still pretending to be doing something on her phone, but occasionally, their eyes met.

“Alright,” he said finally, staring straight ahead. “Sasha, I think you and I need to have a little talk.”

He looked over at her. She glanced up at him, giving him a beautiful smile.

Then she raised her phone to her ear.

“Yes, hello?” she said after a few moments, staring straight ahead again. “yes, it’s Sasha. I visited your shop yesterday?”

She listened for a moment, and then laughed.

“Oh no, no there’s nothing wrong with it,” she continued. “I actually wanted to call and say that I’m very pleased with the product.”

She turned her head and made eye contact with him.

“Yeah, I just love the way it feels inside of me.”

She smiled at the look on Mark’s face before looking in front of her again and continuing.

“Yes, I guess you could say I’m a satisfied customer,” she laughed. “Quick question, how’d you get it to feel so real?”

“Oh, come on,” Mark muttered, and she looked over at him, snickering.

He sped up, and she sped up to, jogging lightly for a few moments to keep up with him.

“Oh, it’s so fantastic,” she continued with an insufferable grin. “I used it when I got home,” her voice became a little more lustful, “and I couldn’t help but moan as it slid into my hot, wet little pussy. It hit my g-spot perfectly every time I sat down on it, it was amazing. Honestly, I don’t think a real penis could even compete…”

She looked over at him with a huge smile, moving closer to him as they walked down the sidewalk.

“I don’t think any man could satisfy me like that toy did. I wouldn’t want to have sex with any man anymore, they just aren’t enough now. God, I just love that big fake cock so much, I’m getting so wet just-”

“Oh stop it,” Mark interrupted loudly. He lunged for her phone, but she danced out of reach. “You’re not even talking to anyone right now, this is stupid.”

“Excuse me, sir?” she said in a hushed voice, putting her palm over the bottom of her phone and looking at him with wide eyes, “I’m in the middle of an important conversation right now, so if you could-”

“You’re not even good at this,” Mark said as they reached the entrance of the hotel.

“I’m sorry,” she said into the phone, “here I am. So anyway, I’m a horny mess and I just can’t stop cumming. Sometimes I stick it in my mouth and pretend its shooting hot sticky loads down my throat, and then I start fingering my-”

Mark started striding away from her, speed walking through the hotel lobby and heading to the elevator. Sasha put her phone down and trotted through the lobby to keep up with him.

They reached the elevators, and Sasha stopped next to him. She put her phone in her purse. He pressed the button calling the elevator.

“Did they hang up on you?” he asked her sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re such a creep,” she replied, putting an offended look on her face. “Listening in on my private phone conversations and everything. Can’t you give people some privacy?”

“Ha ha,” he replied.

There was a pause. Then Sasha stepped closer to him.

“I really did like the toy, you know,” she said. He looked over at her, and she stared back at him. “It might be one of my favorites. Did you like it?”

Mark was silent for a few seconds as he stared into her eyes. He wondered why he couldn’t speak.

“Yeah,” he managed finally.

“It’s called the Big Ben,” she said, and she turned back to the elevator doors.

There were a few more seconds of silence. Mark just looked at her, taking in her body and her face.

“You drive me crazy, you know,” he said without thinking.

He mentally cursed himself. This woman was half his age. What was he thinking?

She looked over at him, and his heart jumped a little as those incredible eyes of hers stared into his.

“That was the plan,” she said simply, giving him a smile.

*Jesus fucking Christ*, Mark thought to himself.

*To be continued in Part 5*

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