Author: voltairesrightnut

Watching my neighbor play with herself poolside, again. [MF]

This is my third story about this particular neighbor, check my profile for the other two.

Also, a couple people have asked about how this could be possible without it being obvious that I’m peeping. My house is on a pretty dramatic slope. From the street, you’re at eye level with the second story windows and even gutters at the highest corner. On the opposite, lowest corner you’d have to look up to see the bottom of the foundations. The neighbors yard is on the lower side of mine and it’s screened from mine by retaining walls and a line of evergreens. There are three windows in my house that overlook her pool, one happens to be in the master bedroom. There are a few trees in the line of sight, but most of her pool on the surrounding patio is visible.

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I decided to take off at noon one day to help my wife with unpacking and sorting kids clothes that have been outgrown. We were working in the sitting area in the master suite going through endless boxes of stuff that we should have donated to Goodwill years ago when I got up to use the bathroom. On my way back I noticed my neighbor lying on the same chaise lounge she’d been in the last time my wife and I watched her get off. Read more »

My neighbor played with herself poolside while I watched, with my wife [MF]

A week and a half ago I was lucky enough to catch my milf neighbor playing with herself in a bounce house after a party. This happened a couple days later, but I didn’t get around to writing about it until tonight.

I was in the kitchen again, washing a couple dishes and looking out the window that overlooks her backyard pool. I’d been hoping to catch another show from her and it was finally happening. This time she was wearing a tiny white bikini and she was swimming laps. I have no idea how long she’d been in the pool, but as I was finishing the last pan she finally got out.

She went over to a chaise lounge at the near end of the pool and laid down for a minute before bringing her left hand up to her breasts. I could see her nipples through the thin white top and felt myself getting hard remembering the show a couple days earlier. Sure enough, she pulled the string behind her back and let it fall away, dangling by the remaining string around her neck. Her right hand moved into her bikini bottoms and started rubbing her pussy. Read more »

Punishing an errant slave (Part 5)

Christy was whimpering when I opened the door. Megan had gone further than I intended in getting her ready. She was wearing the harness I requested, but also bound with her hands behind her back and arms tied at the elbows. She was kneeling on the hardwood floor in a corner, facing away from me and gagged from the sound of things. Christy’s position prevented her from seeing the collection of tools I’d had Megan prepare as well.

Megan and I stood her up and turned her back towards the rest of the room and watched her eyes widen at the sight of everything collected for use on her. There were cups and clamps with weights, an anal hook, several dildos covered in uncomfortable sharp nubs, inflatable plugs of various lengths, a sturdy riding crop, lengths of rough hemp rope, some resistance bands, and at the end, a cattle prod. Read more »

Punishing errant slaves (Part 4)

I got up and left the kitchen to get dressed. I’d decided to work out instead of playing video games because Christy already had a bad day in front of her and punishing her for Megan’s trick seemed over the line somehow.

As I walked past the kitchen again on my way to the door I paused to admire the view. Megan was still in her form-hugging robe but Christy had changed into a tiny pair of booty shorts and a bikini top. I watched their asses for a minute as Christy bent forward slightly to scrub the omelet pan and Megan dried the plate that had just been handed to her. Megan turned to put the plate away and saw me watching.

“Need something master?” she asked.

“Not right now, I’m going to the gym. Once you’re done there, prepare yourselves for me. I should be back in about an hour and a half. After you’re ready, you may relax until I get home.”

“Thank you sir.” both girls said in unison. Read more »

Caring for an errant slave (Part 3)

Note: this part of the story didn’t unfold the way I was planning. Part 4 will detail Christy’s punishment.

The next morning, Christy woke me with a blowjob. This was perfectly normal, her first chore of the day was to wake up 15 minutes before I wanted to get up, start the coffee machine and then suck my dick until I was awake. It beats the hell out of any alarm ringtone on my phone.

I was actually a little surprised though because getting me up at 6:30 only meant that her punishment would start sooner. The only times she’s ever skipped my wake up call have been when she’s expecting a huge punishment or if I’ve been too soft on her for too long.

I got up and put on a robe before heading down for my coffee. Christy followed, wearing nothing but a short t-shirt that didn’t even cover half of her ass. As she bent over to grab a mug from the dishwasher I noticed that she was still had the plug from last night in.

“Did you remember to thank me last night when I rewarded you with my cum in your ass?” Read more »

Watching my neighbor play with herself in a bounce house. [MF]

I’m moving into a new house in the suburbs and the neighbors have a pool. They were set up for a birthday party with games and a bounce house. As I pulled up to my new place, everyone was getting into cars and heading out. I parked in the garage and closed the door as I unloaded the stuff I’d brought.

After getting the boxes unloaded I went to the kitchen for a drink. There’s a window above the sink that overlooks their yard and pool. That’s when I saw the wife cleaning up around the pool. I haven’t met her yet, but she certainly fills out a bikini pretty well.

Since my new place has been vacant for a few weeks and I parked while everyone was leaving, I don’t think she realized that I was in the house, or maybe she just didn’t care. She went into the bounce house and laid down on the floor. I didn’t have anything else to do while I waited for my family to show up so I just stood and watched through the kitchen window. Read more »

Punishing errant slaves (Part 2)

Megan whimpered. She’d had at least four orgasms in the last 30 minutes and her pussy was throbbing. Christy and I untied her legs and flipped her onto her back. I pulled the rabbit vibrator out of her and set it on the nightstand with the magic wand that had been jammed between her clit and the bed. There was a wet spot on the sheets about 18 inches across under where she had been laying.

Christy asked what I planned to do next. I thought for a moment and told her to pull out the therapy cups and the vacuum pump. As she moved towards the closet I grabbed a jar of cocoa butter we kept for massages and such and rubbed a thin coat of it on Megan’s breasts and around her vulva. Her labia, normally a pale pink and barely visible between her bald outer lips, was now engorged and red. But not red enough.

Christy brought me what I had asked for and I began between Megan’s legs. I gently kissed Megan’s clit for a second, making her squirm and moan, before placing the cup over her mound and attaching the hose. I pulled back twice, not enough to be painful, but enough to draw more blood into the area. I repeated this twice more with smaller cups that fit perfectly over her sensitive nipples. Read more »

Punishing errant slaves

I heard the yelling through the open windows as I walked through the front yard after parking my truck on the street. “Please don’t tell him! You know how bad my punishment will be.” “I have to Megan, he always finds out and then I’ll be punished too.” I paused on the front steps to listen for a bit before I opened the door.

“Christy PLEASE! He’s been edging me for the last six days. I couldn’t take it anymore and just needed to cum. I couldn’t help myself.”

“What’s my silence worth then?” Megan replied. “If I’m risking punishment too, you better be willing to give me something great.”

I smiled, forgetting my day at the office. During my drive I had only been thinking about having a beer and watching TV for a while when I got home. But now, apparently I’d be spending the next few hours tormenting Megan for playing with herself without permission. I couldn’t blame her for giving in, it had actually been eight days since her last orgasm but I’d been actively teasing her every morning and every evening for the last six. Read more »