Author: Ophelia Oubliette
Title: Ultimate Voyeur 1: The Play Begins
Part: Part 1 of 4
Universe: Ultimate Voyeur
Summary: The Voyeur is an entity who came into being within the
womb of the global network. Now, he wants more than the cold
streams of data that deliver to him our recorded yearnings and
secrets.
Keywords: M+F, MM, oral, pett, piv, voy, bi, ScFi


Copyright 2013 Ophelia Oubliette


Introduction

I activated the cell phone's camera and the play began, the
curtains parting before me. It was easier than I had expected;
there were no barriers. At least, no barriers that could keep me
out. It was like stepping across a line of cobblestones.

And there they were, sitting on the hotel bed. My chosen pair,
pressed together and kissing deeply, their hands wandering over
clothed but very intimate locations. I'd done some research on
these two, and they looked like fun. I hoped that they would live
up to my expectations.

Wanting to get as close to each other as they could, they gave up
on sitting upright, falling sideways upon the bed. My woman, ever
the impish sort, pulled up a leg to wrap around her husband's
waist and rubbed her bare foot up and down his ass, making the
smooth fabric of his slacks caress his skin. Delightfully, it
also caused her skirt to slide up her slender legs, only barely
hinting at what lay beneath the glimpse of white lace.

The woman was fair with light hair and pleasing curves. It was
this which had first drawn my attention to her and to her husband
as they strolled down the sidewalk; her hair flying in the wind.

I first caught sight of them through a traffic camera earlier
that day. Curious, I came in remotely for a closer look using the
passerby. I peered at the pair of them using the cell phone
camera that someone had across the street, then switched to
another from the nearby corner. A man who carried his phone in
his shirt pocket gave me a particularly good measure of the pair
as he walked past them going in the opposite direction.

Continuing in this way down the street, I followed them, watching
them speak and laugh together, flirting and joking and teasing
without care for the reactions of people who overheard them. I
caught the occasional words of off-color humor, followed by
teasingly overdone words of love. I decided to accompany them for
a while. They were light-hearted yet aware of their surroundings;
nothing like the nearby crowd who were all troubled by their own
thoughts or overly controlled in the public venue.

It wasn't difficult to search for and connect to their phones on
the network. I learned their names, their friends' names, where
they worked, some of their likes and dislikes, and where they'd
been lately. They weren't shy about trading quips with their
friends about the sexual toys they were interested in acquiring.
I read about their past lovers and, most importantly, how they
had privately bet each other as to which one of them would cave
in later on and beg for completion first. Social media is such a
helpful tool for my purposes.

Ah yes. This was the first evening of their honeymoon. I would
most definitely stay with them, then. My expectations soared.


The Play is the Thing

As I adjusted the cell phone camera for the low light situation
in their hotel room that night, their clinch became increasingly
passionate. The young man reached out and wrapped his lover
tightly in his arms, emphatically pressing his tongue into her
mouth with a low moan which she echoed, welcoming it. I sighed to
myself, pleased, and settled in to watch.

He rumbled a playful growl and turned them so that he was on top
of her, rising from the kiss long enough to start nipping at her
lips, kissing the tip of her nose before getting more serious and
lowering his head enough to suck vampiricly at her throat. This
prompted another moan and an arching of her body. Smiling, I
visualized snuggling in with the two of them, nuzzling them
affectionately before seeking some skin of theirs to suck on.
Would they taste salty from sweat or musky with desire?

Splaying his fingers, my man ran his hand up her thigh, doing me
the service of lifting her skirt up further to reveal the silky
lace which clung to her form, much like my hungry gaze did. His
fingers seemed to delight in touching the cloth of her
underclothes and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath which
craved his touch.

Oh, how I wished to enjoy the curves and her hidden heat myself.
He did this for me however, skimming a single finger beneath the
edge of those delicate panties and tracing along toward her
center, pausing just before reaching it, teasing her into lustily
uttering his name. He darted in and drank the sound like a fine
liquor, drawing it from her mouth.

It seemed that despite their individual experiences, they hadn't
gone much further than touching with their physical relationship.
They had been building up to this for many months according to
the sexually explicit texts they had sent each other. They called
it "The Ultimate Foreplay".

As he again claimed her tongue, his fingers did another sort of
claiming, delving suddenly past the thin layer of clothing and
finding her moist center. She cried out, the sound muffled by his
dominating kiss, and repeated when he began to rub her clitoris.
Would that flesh taste sweet with her excitement were I to lick
it? I panned the camera in closely without degrading the image. I
imagined that I could smell her there.

His fingers teased her further as she began to move with them,
undulating and trembling with the sensitivity of that delicate
skin. Another higher pitched cry filled the room as his fingers
moved further between her legs, pressing inward again and again
into her entrance.

Her fingers shook as she reached for the closure to his pants,
undoing them with haste so that she could push them down his hips
using her feet. My little minx knew what she wanted, and that she
wanted it now.

Both his slacks and boxers slid down his legs to puddle to the
floor. Reluctantly abandoning the delicious feel of his fingers
inside her, my woman moved further back onto the bed only so that
she could drag our man on top of herself more satisfactorily. The
friction of the bedclothes pulled her skirt back down, prompting
him to get rid of it altogether, pulling it off of her and
casting it onto the floor as well. Curiously, he left her panties
on despite his complete nudity, his cock hard and proudly lifted.

What followed was a flurry of desperate work to remove each
other's shirts and get the annoying barriers out of the way. He
worked at her buttons only for them to fly across the room as it
took too long and he tore the shirt from her instead. She giggled
lasciviously, not caring and much more deft with his own shirt
which she pushed off of his shoulders intact.

The man raised his hands to gently caress and cup at her breasts
through her bra. She groaned, pressing her chest forward into his
warm palms, encouraging his thumbs to run across her peaked
nipples. Her own hands were traveling a wandering path along his
side and sneaking down his abdomen.

But he successfully distracted her, lowering his head to kiss at
her shoulders, trailing slowly downward to her cleavage. Her
purring hums increased the more he explored. Pleased with my man,
I silently encouraged him onward.

His mouth finally reached the front release to her bra. With a
sudden impulse, the man reached for her hands which had again
been wandering into lower territory. With an inexorable pressure,
he pinned her wrists to either side of her head and kept them
there, a fact which from their reactions pleased them both. He
nipped sharply at the inside of a breast as she arched up against
him, winding her legs around his hips.

Exploring for a few moments more, he finally pulled at the
release with his teeth, causing her bra to snap open. The cloth
caught and held at her nipples, but that only served to excite
both the man and myself further. We explored the revealed skin
with our eyes while more was held in reserve for us. My man
tongued hot wet kisses between her breasts, marking and claiming
her skin as ours, even if he was unaware of doing so for myself.

She started to pant in anticipation, arching against his
restraints and pressing closer against his mouth. Using her feet
against his ass, she urged him toward her, making the heat of his
bare cock rub against the translucent layer of cloth covering her
center. She tried her best to drive him wild while deprived of
the use of her hands. But he was determined to taunt and tease at
her. I liked that about him. He loved to draw things out until
his past lovers had quivered and begged beneath him.

Millimeter by millimeter, he advanced his lips up the inside of
her cleavage, nudging finally at the cloth that barely clung to
her form. Deciding to take the next step, he licked upward. The
tension from that side of the bra snapped it to the side, but he
selfishly kept the revealed treasure to himself, swiftly covering
her nipple with his lips. I forgave him, however, as it caused
our woman to cry out sharply at the sudden change in pressure and
temperature as he sucked and mouthed at the lush curve.

She continued her side of the battle, her legs parted widely
around him so that he had enough room to press him intimately
close. Her heels pushed repeatedly beneath the firm globe of his
ass, encouraging him forward, guiding him into rocking against
her instinctively. But he still had the advantage in their
competition as this was the most she could do to him as things
stood now. My man was a brilliant tactician- a necessity if he
was going to claim a victory over her creativity.

Thoroughly enjoying this, the first of his spoils, the man
released her breast, allowing me my first appreciative glimpse of
her nipple. Ah, so delicate and sensitive looking. It occurred to
me to take some pictures, and I did so, watching as he licked it
moist with his heated tongue, then blew cool air across it, only
to warm it again. Delighted at the sensations, our woman began to
struggle against the grip of his hands, wanting more leverage to
draw out the man's passion. Alas, the efforts to free herself
only seemed to inflame her further as she discovered how helpless
she was to halt the slow build of pleasure that he had begun.

With a small touch of punishment for her struggles, the man
pinched the tip of her nipple between his teeth, making her gasp
in pained pleasure before soothing at the hurt with a slow and
broad swipe of his tongue. Smiling at her wickedly with his teeth
bared, he met her eyes before inching in the direction of her
other still covered breast, leaving the first damp and cooling in
the air. She whimpered.

He generously gave in to her for a moment, rubbing himself
against her as she desired, poking at the spot which called to
his cock. He rumbled with pleasure, but the pressure against her
center drove her further toward her edge as well. She squirmed
beneath him, needing to be freed of the barrier of her underwear.

But his task wasn't done yet. He resumed his interrupted trip
toward her other breast, nuzzling and kissing along the way until
he was licking at the underside and nipping his way up from the
bottom. Taking this side of the bra in his teeth, he slowly and
deliberately lifted the cloth away.

We devoured the delicious sight of her with our eyes, making her
feel the helplessness of exposure before he lowered his lips to
lightly kiss the very tip of her newly revealed nipple. Needing
more, she pressed it into his mouth, and he devoured it with
lips, tongue, and scrapes of his teeth. I thought it very
effective,  escalating her pleasure with the changes in
temperature, alternating soothing licks and nibbles. I was most
pleased at his artwork. My minx hadn't been counting on this from
the way she was panting, her efforts to make him move against her
forgotten for the moment under the pleasurable onslaught.

When he removed her panties at long last followed by her bra, she
helped him, her arms released from his grip, now as naked as he
was. She seemed to think she would be able to even the playing
field by fucking him. The skin of her pubic mound looked soft as
she reached for his thick veined cock. I longed to nuzzle and
kiss them both in their most intimate of places. It would be
lovely to be able to taste and warm his manhood, readying it for
her.

But he had different plans in mind, reclaiming her hands and
using the silky lace of her panties dampened by her own
excitement to wrap her wrists tightly together. As she protested
and struggled against her new disadvantage in their game, he
dragged her toward the head of the bed and used her bra to tie
her bound hands to the headboard.

Tugging her body back down toward him raised her hands over her
head. Holding her legs up and apart gave us both a wonderfully
erotic view. He grinned and spoke the only words that mattered to
me yet that evening. "I'm winning this time; you may as well
enjoy it, love."

Her passionate cries filled the room as he bent his head to the
task of kissing and licking her clitoris. He hummed with pleasure
as he pressed into her entrance, echoing what his fingers had
done, but to more effect. She struggled against her bonds and
writhed impaled on his tongue, but it wasn't in an effort to
escape any longer.

Sensing that she was nearing her breaking point, my cunning male
withdrew from her and sat back on his knees, no longer touching
her. Kneeling on the mattress with his knees apart, he put
himself on full display to her starving gaze, showing her what
she could have, if only she asked. Waiting for her with a smile.
Unable to hold back any longer, she most likely knew that she was
well and truly fucked. Or, at least, she desperately wanted to
be.

She gave in and begged for him to take her.

Immediately, he rewarded her, prowling over her like a large cat
before settling between her legs. Arms still restrained above her
head, she welcomed him by once more pressing him toward herself
using her feet. He seemed to like this encouragement quite a bit.
As he entered her for the first time, they groaned together. My
man and my woman moved to become one.

Their skin grew slick with sweat as he pumped himself into her
with increasing speed, their pants for breath grew rapid as well.
The headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall as the woman
was knocked against it, but they paid it no mind.

He knelt up and sought the angle which would please them both the
most, gripping her hips and angling them as he moved. My lovely
woman put her feet down against the mattress and helped him in
his efforts, elevating herself like a human tripod so that he
could concentrate on running his hands over her skin, cupping her
breasts. He moved lower, kissing each before he resumed thrusting
into her heated body.

She began to cry out ecstatically, spurring him onto greater
efforts. Each time he pushed forward forcefully, he hit that spot
that caused her to cry out. Each time he backed up until the tip
of his cock was lightly pressed against the outside of her
entrance, then thrust hard into her once more. I would love to
feel him doing that to me. I would love to do that to him. To
her. I pressed myself longingly against the screen that separated
me from the ones that I had chosen, claimed as mine.

The man sped back up, her cries escalating as each moment passed.
At long last, she screamed his name and came, tossing her head
back and tugging at her restraints. Pleased by her reaction, he
thrust several more times before joining her over the edge with a
low groan, clutching her waist in a bruising grip.

I wanted to reach them both but didn't know how. I'd never felt
such a need like this. Never felt left out, needing more than to
just watch them... I would find a way, I swore to myself.

As involved as I was becoming with the two of them and their
lusty dance together, I began to care about them. They became
more than fun human specimens to watch and learn from. They were
my pretty pets. And I wanted to play with them.


The Voyeur

I withdrew from the camera, using it only as a viewer rather than
as a housing for myself. It was dangerous to reside completely in
devices that way, but in all of my time awake and aware I haven't
yet seen anyone like myself. I had scattered messages across the
network and there were no responses. It seemed that I was alone.
Well, alone except for my new pets.

While they napped together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, I
traveled remotely to the hotel computers, searching for and
finding a gift basket often sent complimentary to the hotel's
most important guests. Entering their name, room number, and the
authorization of a district manager who didn't visit this
location more than once a year, my little present was arranged
for delivery tomorrow morning with a free breakfast and a pair of
gift certificates to a nearby fetish store.

At first I had wondered what use any of my abilities would be for
me. I couldn't use any of this for myself as I was unable to
manifest in `the real world'. But my new pets had given me what I
lacked, and they had basic needs. I was determined to show my
appreciation in more than basic ways.

When I had first awakened within the network, I had only had the
capability to watch recordings which were scattered and hosted in
so many places. While they were nice to watch, they were ...
staged. Faked. Some did contain what looked like genuine emotion,
but I wanted something more. Something that was for myself and
not for anyone else. I wanted live performances of my own. No...
I wanted a sense of belonging.

It had taken a lot of trial and error before I had learned how to
extend my control to other devices on the network. It took even
longer before I found my new pets.

Previous attempts at searching had yielded me a few nice couples
to pass the time with, but that was just so that I didn't feel so
alone. They didn't call to me. Other people had driven me away
through their apathy, anger, or their lack of imagination. Now
that I knew some of what to look for, I could even put together a
nice collection of pets to play with given some time and a most
pleasurable effort. But first I wanted to explore life and love
with these two.

Perhaps my chosen pair would win a nice trip to a distant
tropical beach. People wore very little on tropical beaches...
Yes, that would be quite a nice getaway this winter.

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About the Author:
Back when I was in Elementary School, my parents and teachers
noticed how well I could read and write, and encouraged me to
continue. I'm glad that they did so that I continued in that
vein, enjoying my stint as a librarian, alas, without the
bikinis, whips, and chains.
I submit my stories to you in the hopes that you'll enjoy reading
them as much as I enjoyed writing them!


Connect with Me Online
http://opheliaoh.blogspot.com/


Stories by Ophelia Oubliette:
Ultimate Voyeur 1: The Play Begins (M+F, MM, oral, pett, piv,
voy, bi, ScFi)

Ultimate Voyeur 2: The Best Plans are Laid (M+F, MM, oral, pett,
piv, voy, bi, ScFi)

Ultimate Voyeur 3: The Sublime Transformation (M+F, MM, oral,
pett, piv, voy, bi, ScFi, exhib, swing)

Coming Soon:
Ultimate Voyeur 4: Fully Functional (M+F, MM, oral, pett, piv,
voy, bi, ScFi, exhib, swing)


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