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Motel Manager (FM, voy)
by Lawless One
**
I had been the manager of a small motel in Florida for
about a month when I found that the guest in unit #12 could
look into my apartment from a shared heating vent! I had
notice sound from the adjoining room coming through the vent
on the wall in my bedroom. When I removed the vent cover
and looked inside I could see the front wall of the closet,
the hallway, and a table near the outside door. I replaced
the vent and sat on my bed, thinking how unfortunate it was
that I couldn't watch the people through my "spy hole" unless
they were standing near the door or in the hall. I wasn't
much of a voyeur anyway, but I might have become one if that
vent was better placed. I was, however, an expert exhibitionist.
I'd spent much of my non-working time at the pool, showing my
treasures to some of the guests. Sitting on my bed, looking
at the vent, I realized that if I could look into the closet,
someone in the closet would be able to look into my room!
The next day, I inspected unit 12. I removed the vent
screws with a dime, just as I did the night before in my room,
and looked inside. There was my room! I could see my bed,
dresser and mirror, my desk, and my bathroom door. The slots
in my vent cover didn't ruin the view at all. I then knew
that I had the perfect setup. The one problem was getting
whomever to remove the vent cover and look inside. I also
couldn't figure out how I'd know they were looking. I quickly
returned to my room and looked at my vent. The cover was
still off and the lights were on in the other room, but I
couldn't see anything except a small amount of light coming
through the slots on my side. This situation took some thought
on my part. I decided to leave the vent cover in the guest's
room off, but I couldn't stop a maid from replacing it if
she noticed.
I kept the room unoccupied and I waited for just the
right person for me to work the bugs out. When a good looking
twenty-something guy asked me for a room for just one night,
I put him in there. When my shift at the front desk was over,
I hurried to my room to begin the first game. I stood on my
bed, put my face against the vent, and looked inside. The
lights were on and I could hear the sound of the TV. Now was
the time to try to get him to look into my room! I kept
waiting and watching for him to begin moving around in his
room. I was startled by his appearance when he finally walked
down the hall. He was walking toward the door and the table
in front of the window where the phone was. If he were to
sit at the table to use the phone, he should be looking right
at the hole in the closet where the vent cover was missing.
I knew that he was on the phone when I heard him start
to talk. Now was the time to try to get him interested enough
to look into the vent, to covertly look at me in my room.
I had a lamp hanging from a long chain next to the vent, and
when I started it swinging back and forth, it produced an
irregular light pattern on the vent. I assumed that, from
the other side, it would catch his eye. As the light continued
it's swinging, I kept my watch into his room. My heart started
to pound in my chest. Then I saw the top of his head as he
walked into his closet. Quickly, I jumped off my bed and
took position in front of my dresser. With my back to him,
I could look into the mirror at the vent. Between the vent
slots, I could see the light from his room shinning through.
When the light got interrupted by his head, I knew that he
was looking.
I was in the position that I had been fantasizing about
for more than a week. I was alone in my room with someone
stealing a look at me. This was the part that I hadn't
rehearsed, so I didn't know what to do next. In order to
keep his attention, I pealed off my tee shirt, revealing my
bra. My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it on my
eardrums, and my hands were trembling a little. My pussy
was getting very wet, soaking my panties. Throwing my shirt
on a chair, I decided to strut to my bathroom. Once there,
staying in his view, I removed my shorts and started combing
my hair. Looking in the mirror, I could still see the vent,
but couldn't tell if he was still there. With my hair nicely
combed I strolled back into my bedroom, straight toward my
audience. I wondered if he had his dick in his fist, pounding
on it as he watched me. I pulled my bra off and threw it on
the chair next to my shirt. My nipples were hard and my skin
was tingling, but I resisted touching myself. I was dying to
masturbate for him, but there was plenty of time for that. I
hopped on the bed, stuck my feet in the air, and pulled my
panties off. My moon was aiming right at him. Now I was
totally nude, and my voyeur was looking at my most private
treasures. I slowly ran my hands on my inner thighs, just
missing my pussy. I moved both hands into my pubic hairs
and gave them a good scratch. God, I wanted to plunge my
fingers into my hot pussy! I started a big yawn, raised my
arms, and had a good long stretch. When that was done my
hands landed back on my thighs, so I spread my legs and ran
my hands on my inner thighs right next to my cunt. I looked
down between my legs and thought about the other set of eyes
looking there also. He was looking at me, moving around
naked on my bed, with my wet swollen pussy aimed right at him.
I was teasing myself, and I was on the verge of a large orgasm.
Then I slid my hands up my body and onto my breasts. This,
the first time I touched a sex organ, started my orgasm
rolling. The walls of my pussy began to twitch. It was
calling to my hand for some relief, but I instead began to
push in my breasts in a circular motion. I felt my swelling
clit push it's way outside its folds of skin. Pussy juice
began to dribble down onto my butt hole. I grabbed my tits
and twisted them. A soft grown came from my lips,
"Eeeee..ahhh". I heard a soft moan coming from the vent,
I'm sure I heard it. Was he coming? My right hand flew to
my cunt. I slid my middle finger half way inside and rubbed
my exposed clit with the heal of my hand. I couldn't
believe how swollen and hot my entire pussy was. Immediately
the orgasm shot through my body. I bit my lips, trying to
keep it quiet. The orgasm ran from the center of my cunt up
to my shoulders & back down to the pit of my stomach, where
is fluttered around. As it slowed down I unexpectedly began
to feel embarrassed. I felt that something was missing.
I needed to feel audience appreciation, some kind of reaction
from the vent grate. There was nothing coming from the other
side of the wall. I hurried into the bathroom and closed the
door. I needed to rethink this arraignment. I needed more!!!
:::
I was working the front desk when "Mr.Unit 12" came to check
out. I was able to be very friendly and perky, just as a clerk
should act. He blushed when he saw that it was I who was behind
the desk. When I made eye contact with him, he quickly broke it,
and looked down at his feet and around the room. I wondered what
he was thinking of me.
Later that day, I walked around in my room and looked for ways
to improve my little set-up. The foot of my bed aimed directly at
the vent, so my "stage" didn't need fixing. I needed to know when
he was there, and I needed to know how he was reacting. I heard
him gasp or moan a few times. That excited me! I began to wonder
if I might be able to bug the room somehow. The swinging lamp
trick seemed to work, but he had to look right at it to notice it.
That seemed kind of hit-and-miss to me. What if I placed a note
in the room?
THE CLOSET! signed "a previous guest"
But the maid would surely discover it! Think, think, think...
During the next few days, I kept coming back to the bug-in-
the-room idea. I couldn't drill a hole into the room and just
stick a mic into it! Using a mirror and a flashlight, I even
inspected the heating duck. It dead-ended where both rooms shared
the opening, and went down to where it met the floor where it
turned and followed the wall. Near the vent was a motel style
radio that played some local stations, the Disney Channel, and a
weather channel. I carefully removed the radio from the wall and
discovered the heat duct was just to the right. This was where I
could put a microphone! I drilled a hole about the size of a
quarter in the duct, and placed the head of the best mic I could
afford inside. Then I plugged the mic to the phono jack in the
radio and replaced the radio in the wall. I bought an expensive
set of headphones, the kind where you can adjust the volume and
tone right there on the ear pieces. To test it, I turned the on
the television in the empty room and listened with my headphones.
It sounded about what I expected but with much better clarity. I
was very satisfied! I started waiting for my audience to check in.
Soon thereafter I put another good looking twenty-something
guy in the room, but he never saw my swinging lamp trick. The
same thing happened to a great looking college girl. I was getting
horny and frustrated. Then, the next Monday, a man came into the
office. He explained that he was going to leave his fifteen year
old son and his friend at the motel while he attended to some
business. He pointed to the boys already out by at the pool, told
me that he would be back for them on Wednesday, and asked if I would
keep an eye on them. I eagerly gave him the key to unit 12, but
didn't mention that they were going to keep an eye on me! Not
trusting the swinging lamp, I quickly wrote the note:
THE CLOSET! signed "a previous guest"
When my shift at the front desk was over, I shoved it into the vent.
It landed on the floor in the middle of their closet.
I patiently watched them play in the pool until a small rain
storm chased them inside. Once they were inside, I listened to them
with my headphones. I learned that their names were Tom and Mark.
I paced around next to my bed with the long headphone cord following
me around, waiting to hear that they found my note. It didn't take
very long.
"Hey Mark," Tom shouted, "look at this!" I heard the piece
of paper as it was passed from Mark to Tom. "That vent?"
"I'll get a chair." Mark's voice had a bit of urgency to it.
My heart began to race, and my hands began to tremble. The feeling
is always the same. I was about to have someone looking at me again.
I was going to show them that I do things to myself. They will think
that they had stolen something private from me. Then they will go
away. I heard some loud breathing and I knew that I was being
watched. The hair on my arms stood up from my goose-bumps. I felt
myself blushing. "Hey, look!" Mark said in a whisper. I heard
some grunting, and imagined them both trying to fit on a chair.
"Cool!" Tom laughed. The both snickered. Needing to do
something, I started halfheartedly to dance to the music that I
was supposed to be listening to. I felt my body drink up their
stares. My pussy was getting very wet. It had begun!
"Oooo...She gonna get undressed!" Mark said as I pulled the
snap on my jeans and worked the zipper down. I turned my back on
the them, hooked my thumbs inside the material of my underwear,
and pulled both my pants and panties down. I heard the two boys
suck in their breath when I removed my shirt. Now I was totally
nude with my back to them, and I started to decide how to begin my
two nights and one day of exhibitionism. This surely must be the
first time for these young boys to see a naked woman, and I decided
to make it really vulgar. I had waited so long for this that I
couldn't just flash them sweet little shows.
"Can you believe this?" Was the last thing I heard from one
of them before I placed the headphones on the floor. I climbed
on the bed on my knees, spread my legs, and pointed my rear-end at
them. My hand reached under me and found my wet cunt. I buried
my face into my pillow as I began probing myself with my fingers.
My middle finger easily slipped deep inside, and I began to rub
my clit with the thumb. I felt the boys watching my finger as it
slipped in and out. I stuck my cunt outward like a cat in heat when
the first orgasm hit. Pussy juice dripped on my hand, and I started
rubbing it all around my pussy and thighs. Juice just kept coming
out and I kept rubbing it around.
I felt that "Act 1" was wrapping up, and I needed some way
back to reality for myself and the boys. I slipped three fingers
deep inside myself, and fucked it one last time. Then I slid off
my bed, and licked my fingers off as I strolled toward the bathroom.
When I closed the door, I couldn't believe what I had just done.
I just masturbated while two young boys watched! I looked in the
mirror at myself. I was sweating. My pubic hair was all wet from
when I wiped my pussy juice around. I looked and felt like a
whore, but I knew that I wasn't done. I felt obsessed! I wanted
more. I wanted to do something else for them, RIGHT AWAY!
Hurrying back into the room, I put the headphones back on.
They were still there. I knew that they would be! Out of my
dresser, I pulled out a sleeveless tee shirt and put it on. It
fell to about three inches under my buns. It just barely covered
me up, and I thought that it looked indecent. I grabbed some change
and went outside. I knew that the motel was mostly empty, so I
didn't worry that other people would be around. The rain had stopped.
and it was very hot and humid. The pop machine was near the boys
room, and that's where I headed. As I walked toward the machine, I
checked how I looked. You could tell that I was naked under the
shirt and the insides of my thighs were wet and shinny. My breasts
were barely covered by the shirt. The Florida heat kept me sweating
like a pig, and my shirt was soaking through. Beads of sweat ran
between my breasts into my cleavage. It tickled. When I entered
the hallway where the machines were, I noticed that the boys were
on the grass near the front of their room. I didn't let them know
that I had spotted them, but I felt their eyes on me again. A heat
rush flooded through my body. I became lightheaded. Some sweat
dripped into my eye. My hand was trembling badly as I tried to put
my money into the pop machine. I rolled the cold bottle of Coke on
my forehead, and began to feel better. As I chugged some of the
cold Coke, I casually gazed around the motel grounds. When my look
was toward the boys they looked away, pretending that they hadn't
noticed me. My cunt began to gush my girl juice. I was having a
small orgasm! I wanted to shove the Coke bottle inside me. I wanted
to get off right here, in the open, in front of the boys! I was
obsessed with desire to do something! Quickly, I hid next to the
ice machine and finished the orgasm with my fingers.
I hurried back in my room and stopped by the front door.
They couldn't see me where I was standing. I put my ear on the
wall and heard them getting back on their chair. I looked at my
bed...my stage. I talked out the scene in my mind. "In a minute
I'm going to walk in there. My shirt will come off. I will feel
the boys looking at me, looking at my naked body. I will touch
myself. They will see me do nasty things to myself. They will
watch me in my private space." More sweat dripped into my eye.
Why didn't they give the employees an air-conditioned room? God!
I was hot! I took off my shirt and looked down at my naked body.
It was soaked with moisture. Little beads of sweat were running
into a river that flowed into my navel. My hair was stuck to my
face and shoulders. Looking back at the room, I saw that the
headphones were within reach on the floor just under the radio.
I was interested in finding out what they were saying before I
started doing it again.
"doesn't know we can see her?" I heard one of them finish
with a little bit of worry in his voice.
"I don't think so, or she wouldn't be doing those things. We
gotta keep quiet when she's in there, though. I don't want her to
catch us!" I couldn't match the voice to the boy yet. "She's
really cute!" I didn't expect `cute'!. Sexy or hot, but not cute!
I really wanted them to think that I'm dirty and bad. "We can even
see her in the bathroom." He giggled. "Too bad we can't see the
tub."
"Get your boner off my leg, Tom!" Now I can put the name to
the voice. I heard some moving around and a little laughter from
both of them. I knew that they had their suits off, and they were
whacking off as they watched me. My gut was telling me that I
needed to get back on stage. It was pulling me there. I couldn't
stop this if I wanted to.
Dropping the headphones I returned to their viewing area.
Butterflies started dancing in my stomach again. I felt a hot
flush again on my face and chest. Stopping next to my bed, I
looked around my room. I had no idea what kind of performance I
was going to give this time. I was going to just let it happen.
The half full bottle of Coke was still in my hand, so I lifted my
left leg onto the bed and started to rub the mouth of the bottle
along the outside of my wet cunt. It easily slipped inside the
lips. I moved it up to my clitoris and back down again a few times.
I watched the bottle, pretending to show great interest and was
being careful to not pore sticky Coke in myself. I stopped when
I brought myself close to another orgasm, and began to slowly
bottle-fuck myself. With each inward stroke it entered a little
farther. My insides started quivering around the neck of the
bottle. I pushed it in as far as I could, but standing with one
leg on the bed was difficult. Putting the bottle on the floor, I
straddled it like I would a man. The first four inches slid in
without any effort, but the wide part of the bottle stopped the
progress. My finger went down and found my clit. I began humping
the first five inches of the bottle. I wanted to cum now! When
it hit, I sat down hard on the bottle. It went in quite bit more
than before. I was vigorously flicking my clitoris. Deliberately,
I let out a long and loud groan. I wanted them to know that I'd
just came. I looked at the bottle and saw that a nice amount of
my girl juice was dripping into the Coke. When I was pumping it
the mouth of the bottle must have been scooping up my juices. Next,
I balanced between my feet and the bottle, and started to pinch and
twist my nipples. I put weight on the bottle and it started
pushing its way farther inside. I felt a burning sensation where
it was stretching open my pussy. I lifted up a little, I again
pushed solidly down. All but the last two inches were inside me
now, and I squeeze hard on my nipples to transfer the pain.
"God!" I shouted as I continued to added more pressure on the
bottle and my nipples. Sweat was pouring off me, and tears were
running down my face. When it wouldn't go in any farther, I
started to work on my clit again. I wanted to feel what an orgasm
was like with my cunt feeling so full. I wanted them to watch me
hurt myself. I closed my eyes and quickly fiddled on my clit with
my finger. My butt began to feel the rug. I was down all the way.
The bottle was in! Again, a loud noise came out of me as I came.
My pussy muscles tried to spasm around the bottle, but it was
stretched too far. I left my clit alone, and let the orgasm slowly
run its course. Then I slowly I raised my butt off the floor, but
I had to pull on the bottle to get it to start coming out.
I was too weak to stand, so I sat on the floor. Removing my
hair that was stuck to my face and chest, I took the bottle and
looked at it. It was wet and slimy, but I didn't see any blood
on it. I rubbed my hand on my pussy and it came out clear also.
It was really wet, but not bloody. I put the bottle to my lips
and drank it all down. "What do you guys think of that?" I
thought to myself. "Am I disgusting, or what?" The Coke didn't
taste different. It just wasn't cold anymore. Sweat was dripping
from off my nipples and onto my legs. The smell of my cunt filled
my nose. I knew that this episode was over, but I wanted the boys
to have more. I needed more! I couldn't stop myself. I was out
of control!
Rubbing my hand on my cunt, I gathered up some of my wetness
and brought up to my nose. A hot blush ran up my body again, and
I felt more wetness spreading down below. I again felt their eyes
on my body and the butterflies returned. My next plan began to
form. I gathered more of my juice with both hands and began
rubbing the smelly stuff on my face, neck, arms, and chest. It
easily mixed together with my sweat. I fingerfucked myself for a
minute, gathered up more wetness, and rubbed more on my shoulders
and breasts. I was bathing myself with pussy drippings! I pulled
out my special flashing bathing suit, put it on, grabbed some baby
oil, and headed outside to the pool. I was sweating like a pig, I
smelled like pussy, and I was going outside to meet Tom and Mark!