Voyeur

Silke lay there for a few more seconds, panting and trembling. Then she suddenly seemed to realize how naked and exposed she was. Her face turned bright red. In a panic, she grabbed the towel lying on the floor, pressed it against her body, and jumped up. Without another word, she ran into Jonas’s room and slammed the door behind her.

Max stayed seated on the sofa. He looked at the wet vibrating egg still lying on the sofa and at the spot where Silke had just been lying. His cock was hard and throbbing in his pants.

He waited a moment, then picked up Jonas’s old cell phone and opened the chat.

Shortly afterward, a message came from Silke:

Silke

Jonas… it happened.

Max tickled me… really badly. I couldn’t take it anymore. The egg fell out… right in front of him.

He saw everything. My tits, my pussy… everything.

I’m so embarrassed… and at the same time so turned on that I can barely breathe.

What do I do now…?

Max read the message and grinned. He kept her in suspense for a few minutes before replying. When he wrote, his tone was calm and reassuring—just as Jonas would have been in moments like this.

Jonas

Hey… hey, calm down first.

It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.

The egg fell out while he was tickling you. It’s not your fault.

And yeah… he saw you. Naked. Wet. But that doesn’t make you a bad person. On the contrary.

I’m so hard right now just because you wrote that to me.

I want you to know: I’m proud of you. And I think it’s hot that he saw you like that.

Take a deep breath first. You’re in my room; you’re safe.

I’m with you, even if I’m not there.

Silke didn’t reply right away. Max could picture her sitting on the bed—naked, embarrassed, flustered.

As he waited, he himself grew hornier and hornier. The image of Silke lying naked and laughing in front of him, her pussy open and dripping wet, wouldn’t leave his mind. He stood up, went into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

He stepped into the shower but didn’t turn on the water yet. Instead, he positioned himself so that he was clearly visible from the open bathroom door—in case anyone was standing in the hallway. He knew the camera in the hallway was recording. And he knew Silke had Jonas’s cell phone.

Max took off his pants. His cock sprang out, hard. He took the wet vibrating egg from the sofa into the bathroom and set it on the edge of the sink. Then he texted Silke from Jonas’s phone:

**Jonas**

Watch what he’s doing in the bathroom.

Silke read the message. Max could see it on the phone. He waited a moment, then turned on the shower and positioned himself under the stream of water so that his hard cock was clearly visible. He took the vibrating egg in his hand, sniffed it, and slowly licked its surface.

The taste was intense—salt, arousal, and Silke’s juices. He licked the egg slowly and with relish, while he grabbed his cock with his other hand and began to jerk off.

He knew she was watching.

Max put on quite a show for her. He jerked off slowly and deeply, licking the egg over and over again. He deliberately looked toward the open door, as if he knew she was standing there. His cock was hard and glistening under the water. He moaned softly but audibly as he pleasured himself.

He licked the egg once more from top to bottom, murmuring as he did so:

“Fuck… you taste so good…”

Max kept jerking off, faster now. He wanted Silke to see everything—how hard he was, how he licked her egg, and how he was jerking off for her. He was deliberately putting on a perverse, explicit show for her.

And he knew exactly that she was watching.

He could feel it.

After his shower, Max went to his room. His cock was still half-hard. He sat down at his desk and opened the live feed from the cameras in Jonas’s room. He was curious to see what Silke would do next.

Shortly afterward, a message came from her:

Silke

I saw him.

He was holding the egg in his hand. Licking it. My cum.

He was jerking off to me. He was moaning my name.

I touched myself while watching. I was so turned on.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me anymore…

Max read the message and grinned. He felt his cock getting harder again. He replied as Jonas:

Jonas

Fuck…

That’s so hot.

I love you. And I’m so hard right now that I’m almost about to come.

Now you’re masturbating. Leave the door open. Film everything. And use the big dildo that’s under my bed. The big black one. You haven’t tried that one yet.

Moan his name. Loud enough for Max to hear.

Max leaned back and looked at the cameras. He saw Silke reading the message. She hesitated briefly, but then stood up and knelt in front of the bed. She pulled out the big black dildo. Max recognized it—he’d put it there himself a few days ago.

Silke placed it on the bed next to her. She positioned her phone so that the camera captured the entire bed area and the open door. Then she went to the door and opened it a wide crack—exactly as Max had hoped.

Max turned on the recording on his computer and made sure everything was being saved in the best quality.

Max stood in the hallway, right in front of the door to Jonas’s room, which was propped open. The light in the room was dimmed; only the small bedside lamp was on. Through the crack, he had a very good view of the bed—and the hidden cameras were filming everything in the best quality.

What he saw was extreme.

First Position—On Her Back

Silke was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her feet on the bed. She was completely naked. The large black dildo lay next to her. Max watched as she picked it up and slowly rubbed the thick, realistic tip over her smoothly shaved pussy.

She spread her labia with two fingers, letting the camera (and him) see everything. Her pussy was already really wet—her inner labia glistened with moisture, and you could clearly make out the small, slightly open entrance. She rubbed the dildo’s thick head against her clit several times before slowly sliding it inside her.

Max could see exactly how her pussy stretched around the thick black shaft. Centimeter by centimeter, the dildo disappeared inside her. Her labia tightened around it, and a soft, wet sound could be heard. Silke moaned.

“Max… ahh…”

She began to fuck herself with the dildo. Slowly at first, then deeper and harder. Max could see perfectly on the cameras how her wet pussy swallowed the thick shaft with every thrust. Her juices glistened on the black material. Her small breasts jiggled with every movement; her light pink nipples were hard and stood out clearly.

She spread her legs even wider and lifted her hips slightly so he could see better just how deep the dildo was disappearing inside her. Max could clearly hear the slurping sounds, even though the door was only ajar.

“Max… fuck… I’m fucking myself with your big dildo… ahh… Max…”

Her voice grew louder. She moaned his name without restraint. Max watched as she cupped her breast with one hand and tugged at her nipple while ramming the dildo deep into her pussy with the other.

Second Position – On All Fours (Ass to the Door)

After a few minutes, Silke turned around. She got down on all fours, her upper body low, her ass high, and facing directly toward the open door. This position was even kinkier.

Max now had a perfect view from behind. The camera on the shelf was filming right in her direction. He saw her wet, slightly parted pussy from behind. Her outer labia were swollen and glistening. The thick black dildo was buried deep inside her. She reached back, gripped it firmly, and began to fuck herself from behind.

Max saw everything in excruciating detail:

How her pussy tightened around the thick shaft with every thrust and then relaxed again.

How her juices ran down the black dildo and dripped from her cunt in little strands.

How her ass wiggled slightly with every thrust.

How her little, rosy asshole tightened slightly and relaxed again with every deep thrust.

How her tits dangled beneath her and jiggled with every movement.

“Max… fuck… look… I’m on all fours… with your thick cock in my pussy… ahh… Max… I’m your little slut…”

She was fucking herself harder now. The dildo slid wet and glistening in and out of her pussy. You could clearly hear the wet, smacking sounds. Silke moaned his name louder and louder, more clearly. She wanted him to hear her.

Max stood in the hallway, slowly jerking off his own cock. He had the perfect view—both live through the crack in the door and on the cameras in 4K quality. He saw her pussy from behind as she took the thick dildo deep inside her; he saw her ass; he saw how wet she was and how much she was humiliating herself while screaming his name.

“Max… yes… fuck me… ahhh… Max… I’m about to come… for you…”

When she came, she got really loud. Her body convulsed violently. Max watched on the cameras as her pussy pulsed around the thick black dildo. Her ass visibly twitched with every orgasmic spasm. She moaned his name long and desperately as she came.

“Max… Max… I’m coming… ahhh— Max…!”

She stayed on all fours for a few more seconds, the dildo deep inside her, her ass high and facing the door. Max could see how wet the dildo was as she slowly pulled it out. A thin string of her juices stretched between her pussy and the tip of the dildo.

Silke turned around, sat down on the bed, and looked toward the door.

Max was already gone.

He was standing in his room; the recording was still playing, and his cock was rock hard. He’d seen everything—in high definition, from multiple angles. Her pussy, her ass, her tits, her face as she’d moaned his name.

And he planned to watch it all again very closely later.