Please see parts one and two of this story, also here on /r/sexystories.
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This is James here again.
In those early days of our relationship Carla and myself joked about whether or not I was a voyeur. She believed *she* was one, but I didn’t think that label applied to me. Yet her argument was pretty solid—she had not only seen me sneakily jerk off watching her fucking somebody but our relationship had started because of it! [See part one of this series.]
One sunny day while we were getting lunch at this hip vegan place we started discussing whether watching sex movies made you a voyeur. Carla salaciously faked a confession where she told me she watches porn pretty much every day and that she felt it made her a bad girl. She watched my face to see if it turned me on. But, eh, you know what? Girls watch porn as much as guys. Big deal. We all masturbate and that’s a good thing. Just don’t do it in church.
Then Carla began talking about The X Files and how she regularly got off to them.
And I’m, like, “Um, OK…?” I’m wondering if there was something in the show I’d missed. Maybe some hot fuck scene between Mulder and Scully. I’m as geeky as the next guy. Gillian Anderson regularly got me hard back in the day. Heck, just about the only thing I’d got out of watching the recent reboot of the show was some exquisite hand-relief. She’s still incredibly hot.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Carla and The X Files. I guessed Carla had some crush on David Duchovny or maybe Gillian Anderson. She’d mentioned she was bi.
Perhaps a little piqued that my jaw didn’t drop after her porn watching “confession”, she suggested that we went back to her place so I could take a look at her X Files collection. Somehow this would prove once and for all if I was a voyeur, she said. Um, OK, I guess!
So we got back to her place, sat on the couch. I’m up ready a little good ol’ fashioned romantic smooching but, instead, she handed me her laptop.
“Take a look,” she said. “I’ve got to go upstairs and finish some stuff for work.”
And she disappeared. I’m wondering what the fuck is happening here. But, OK, I’ll watch the damn show on my own. On the laptop was an folder. Its title:
The Ex Files.
Guys. How quickly does your cock go from soft to hard? Well, mine went rock solid within two seconds.
Ex files. Ex-lovers. Home made fuck sessions transcoded into MP4 by the girl I thought the most beautiful and sexy in the whole wide world. You would almost certainly agree.
I opened the folder. Inside were 10 more folders. Eight had male names. Two had female names. I jumped straight into the folder called “Topher”, probably because I didn’t know anybody by that name.
Many, many movie files. Evidently, Topher and Carla were amateur Spielbergs. Descriptive titles and dates. Carla was good at naming files. Here’s some examples:
doggy anal 10june.mp4
titfuck 18august.mp4
Honestly, before all this I had genuinely never wondered why Carla had a Go Pro on her nightstand. I just thought she used it for rollerblading.
The file that caught my eye was this:
pissing 25sept.mp4
This was starting to feel… Transgressive. But honestly, my cock was incredibly hard in my pants. It had total control over me. I had to double-click.
I saw Carla as she was a few years earlier. Short hair. Fuck, she was even more beautiful. When you have cheekbones like Carla, a pixie cut is devastating. Glamourous. Vaguely lesbian. Definitely informing the world she liked pussy too.
Carla in lingerie lying on a bed somewhere. A sunny day, with light streaming in from the windows. My god, what a choice of underwear. Do women with Carla’s kind of body deliberately buy a size too small? TL;DR She was dressed to impress. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable but I’m guessing that wasn’t the reason she was wearing it.
A guy behind the camera. He panned down to show his semi-hard cock. Not Mick, by the way, if you’re following this story. Too small. But I doubt Carla ever complained.
“Let me take a look at your pussy,” said the voice.
With a killer smile, Carla lay back and spread her legs. The cameraman went in for an extreme close-up. Panties had been shoved aside to provide access. Cum was oozing out.
They’d just fucked.
The guy pushed some fingers into Carla’s pussy and began idly finger fucking her, lubricated by sperm.
The camera slowly moved up Carla’s body, still in close-up. Was that… How did that happen? Cum on Carla’s tits? It looked like it. Maybe this guy came twice. The camera panning up to Carla’s smiling face, then moving aside to film the two of them kiss in a porny way with flicking tongues. They laughed at the silliness of it.
Then a second male voice. The camera flipped around to show its source. There was another naked guy sitting in a corner of the room. Same semi-erect cock. He put down the phone he’d been checking.
“What do you guys want to do next?” he asked.
The camera dramatically flipped back to Carla, comically, like in some kind of sitcom.
“Let’s do what we talked about yesterday,” replied Carla.
“Oh wow!” said the cameraman. “You sure, babe?”
“Yeah. Both of you.”
“Fuuuucck!”
The camera flipped around to the guy in the chair. He shrugged with a laugh.
Then there was a lot of movement. The camera pointed at the floor. The ceiling. Somebody’s hairy leg for a while. When the picture resolved Carla was kneeling in a bathtub. Thanks to a large wall mirror I could see the cameraman and his buddy, both standing in front of her. The guys were still semi-hard. Everybody had the kind of smile that somehow tells the world naughtiness is about to happen.
Nobody spoke. The cameraman was first. Holding his cock, he started to piss. Initially on Carla’s lower body and tits, and then on her face. A steady, hard, persistent stream. The other guy joined in. Two separate streams of water, one from each side. With her eyes closed, Carla smiled as the water splashed against her face. She angled her head to get the most benefit. Her hair was drenched and her make-up quickly began to run. It must’ve stank.
By this time I had my cock in my hand and I was jerking off so hard I thought I might leave chafing.
When the guys had finished, the cameraman moved in closer. With a hand behind Carla’s head, he pulled her face into his cock and balls. He invited the other guy to join in and, although it was hard for the camera to capture it all, the two of them seemed to rub their genitals against Carla’s soaked face.
The camera pulled back.
“How was that?” asked the cameraman.
“Awesome,” said Carla, rising. “Now, it’s time for a shower.”
The video ended.
I leaned back and put the laptop aside. I could barely believe what I’d just wanted. Carla was a fucking freak.
“You enjoy that?” she asked. She was standing at the door.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.”
I was still stroking my cock. She came and knelt in front of me.
“Don’t stop,” she ordered.
While I jerked off she began roughly licking my balls. I pulled my cock up to give her access and shifted forward on the couch so she could access my perineum too.
“Fuck I’m gonna blow,” I said.
Carla clamped her mouth over the tip of my cock. I held her head and felt as my cock pulsed repeatedly, spurting fuck knows how much cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, coughing at one point when presumably one jet went straight into her tonsils.
I was panting when the orgasm subsided. Carla licked me clean, giving my cock a last few strokes to work out the remaining dribbles.
“Not a voyeur?” she said. “My ass!”
I stroked her hair. I loved her completely now.
“Go and sit in the tub,” I said. “I’m not finished yet.”
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