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. ### 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) License Notes: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or reposted. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.