156 Chapter 156
Zavier's mind ran amuck as he tried to think of any excuses as to what he was doing here. If the older man called him out, Zavier knew he would lose.
Of course Zavier could argue that the older man had been peeping as well, but then it would be his word against the older man's. Zavier could already see how this was going to pan out. Here was a horny teenager hidden in the bushes in the middle of the night, and on the other hand was a respectable looking man in a well dressed suit. It wouldn't go well at all.
It seemed like the thing he feared most was finally about to happen. He was about to be exposed as a creep, and he was none the worse for it. Zavier watched with horrid expression as the man lifted up his finger to his lips and gestured the sign for silence. What? What was happening? Zavier thought to himself.
The man repeated the gesture again, as if he had sensed Zavier's confusion. Reaffirming his message to Zavier to remain still. It turned out Zavier hadn't hallucinated that out of fear. But he couldn't bring himself to calm down yet. In fact, this was even more bothersome. If the middle aged man wasn't trying to expose him, then it could only mean...
Yep, Zavier's suspicions were confirmed with the strange man's next gestures. Zavier wasn't sure if he was hallucinating this, but the impeccably dressed man seemed to be telling Zavier to relax. Then he pointed at sight behind Zavier and gave him a thumbs up. Zavier was even more confused. This can't be happening. Was he really saying what Zavier thought he was saying or was Zavier somehow misinterpreting this whole situation?
Actually, the message was clear enough. But Zavier was in a very difficult position. Here he was, in the middle of the night, heart racing wildly with nervousness as he spied on a naked lady getting plowed mercilessly by whom he could only assume to be her man. And then there was another man, (middle aged and matured) hidden in the shadows up ahead who had caught Zavier spying, and was practically signaling Zavier to relax and continue watching!
It was a very unconventional scene. It was weird on every given spectrum. This man was clearly old enough to father a teenager! And instead of turning Zavier in, he was literally telling him to kept silent while they watched together! Zavier couldn't in good faith continue to enjoy this with the same zest as before. In fact, he understood how they couple would feel if they caught him peeking at them.
Speaking of the couple, they were still very much going at it with the drive and energy of a horse and a mare. They were so lost in the pangs of erotic pleasure that they didn't even realize the drama that was going on all around them at their expense. The continued to make love like mad dogs.
The woman was spread out underneath the body of the man, and with her legs parted, she was shaking and moaning to the deep thrusts of her lover. She was practically on cloud nine, and the man knew ontop of her wasn't far off either. The slurp-slurp sounds coming from her creamy genitalia as the man heaved his junk in and out of her, filled Zavier's ears. He could tell just how wet she was.
And for a moment, he completely distracted from the fact that he had a partner in crime who was also enjoying the scene with him. The lady threw her head back, and began to breathe faster with her eyes closed and her face twisted as a result of the rush of hormones coursing through her entire being. Zavier instantly knew that she was about to cum. It was indeed a beautiful sight. He followed her entire facial expressions along with her body movements as she locked her legs around the man's waist.
She begged him to stop, saying she wanted to pee. The man ignored her. It seemed he was also close and didn't want to be bothered by such an inordinate request. With each stroke, he brought out his foot long cock to the tip, and rammed it into her deeper and deeper. The lady was practically screaming now. It was just deep penetration that was driving her crazy, because he was bent at an angle, he was stimulating her enflamed clitoris with each stroke.
The lady felt like she was about to take off from the ground. Her whole body tensed, and her breath seemed to seize for a few seconds. Zavier watched with bated breath as the man fucked his lady into a soul crushing orgasm (that quite honestly seemed like septic shock). The golden showers came pouring out of her pussy. As the man's cock came out and went in again, she squirted on and off.
Her body shook violently, her eyes were shut so tightly that Zavier thought her eye balls might fall deep into its sockets. Her moans came out in screams as her pussy juice marinated in pleasurable drips. It was quite a sight. Zavier had been too focused on the woman to see that her orgasm had evidently engorged the man's cock inside of her.
Right on cue, the man pulled out at the edge of his own pleasurable moment, and rushed to her faced where he began to rain down his semen on her face. His cock, still very wet from the combination of her cream and squirted juice, the man wanked off his orgasm onto her. She held onto his ass with her hands as he groaned, spraying her face with the hot milky liquid.
It was all over, and Zavier found himself regretting that they had concluded such a phenomenal lovemaking. It had truly been a stellar performance, from both parties. And that was when everything began to go wrong. Zavier really should have bolted out of there from the very moment they had showed signs of finishing.
But because he was so invested in their lovemaking, he had stubbornly chosen to remain till the end to see the encore. Oh he had seen it alright. But it was time to face the music.
It turned out that the woman was a very perceptive mage. In the heat of the moment, the throes of wanton pleasure had temporarily blinded and paralyzed all her senses. However, now that her soul had returned to her body, it meant she was about to get back to her usual self. Zavier really should have been out of there earlier on. But never would he have known that the steamingly hot vivacious succubus was a very perceptive.
As soon as the last bit of her man's Semen dropped onto her face, the lady began to feel an awful sensation. It felt like she had been submerged in water this whole time, but as she surfaced at the top, she immediately realized that the water had been boiling the whole time. She was suddenly overcome by an illogical sensation- the inescapable feeling of being watched!
This wasn't good at all. She had been at her most vulnerable the past few minutes, and to think that she had been the subject of someone else's sick fantasy during that period made her cringe. What bothered her especially was the fact that it wasn't just a single person, she could feel it, there were multiple pairs of eyes fixated on her wet laps, exposed perky cleavage, and most embarrassing of all; her face that was practically dripping with male essence.
This was all too much for her to bear. Only a few moments ago, she had been on cloud nine. And now, that wonderful experience was being threatened by the feeling of having being watched the whole time! No. She couldn't just bear to sit down with such a feeling over shadowing her like a cloud of darkness. Still nervous, and still suspiciousof the shadows, she immediately bolted upright and her eyes roved over the surrounding area in one swift arc.
The lady's sudden reaction brought on a fresh wave of terror upon Zavier. The whole night had been a roller coaster of emotions. From erotic stimulation, to all out fright, back to energy sexual tension, and once again, back to full blown terror. It had truly been one hell of a night. But it was also far from over. Sure, Zavier had had a swell time. But seeing the lady revert from orgasmic goddess to perceptive mage was the perfect reminder of reality.
It was apparent that the woman knew she was being spied on. Zavier's fear came back in drowning waves. The fear of being discovered gripped him once again. Instinctively, he began to slowly back away while tying his best not to make any sound. He didn't even breathe. He did every possible thing to make sure that he didnt attract any kind of attention to himself.
Unfortunately, as was every guilty person's worst nightmare, Zavier found out that his legs had practically turned to iron bars. They seemed to weight ten times their usual weight. This sudden shift in dynamic made Zavier even more skittish. He couldn't understand what was happening! In the past, he had heard of a condition known as psychosomatic induced truma.
This was a psychological condition where parts of a person's body could suddenly shut down as a result of an extremely traumatizing condition. He had heard about it before, but he hadn't believed how dangerous it was- up until this moment of course.
Of course Zavier could argue that the older man had been peeping as well, but then it would be his word against the older man's. Zavier could already see how this was going to pan out. Here was a horny teenager hidden in the bushes in the middle of the night, and on the other hand was a respectable looking man in a well dressed suit. It wouldn't go well at all.
It seemed like the thing he feared most was finally about to happen. He was about to be exposed as a creep, and he was none the worse for it. Zavier watched with horrid expression as the man lifted up his finger to his lips and gestured the sign for silence. What? What was happening? Zavier thought to himself.
The man repeated the gesture again, as if he had sensed Zavier's confusion. Reaffirming his message to Zavier to remain still. It turned out Zavier hadn't hallucinated that out of fear. But he couldn't bring himself to calm down yet. In fact, this was even more bothersome. If the middle aged man wasn't trying to expose him, then it could only mean...
Yep, Zavier's suspicions were confirmed with the strange man's next gestures. Zavier wasn't sure if he was hallucinating this, but the impeccably dressed man seemed to be telling Zavier to relax. Then he pointed at sight behind Zavier and gave him a thumbs up. Zavier was even more confused. This can't be happening. Was he really saying what Zavier thought he was saying or was Zavier somehow misinterpreting this whole situation?
Actually, the message was clear enough. But Zavier was in a very difficult position. Here he was, in the middle of the night, heart racing wildly with nervousness as he spied on a naked lady getting plowed mercilessly by whom he could only assume to be her man. And then there was another man, (middle aged and matured) hidden in the shadows up ahead who had caught Zavier spying, and was practically signaling Zavier to relax and continue watching!
It was a very unconventional scene. It was weird on every given spectrum. This man was clearly old enough to father a teenager! And instead of turning Zavier in, he was literally telling him to kept silent while they watched together! Zavier couldn't in good faith continue to enjoy this with the same zest as before. In fact, he understood how they couple would feel if they caught him peeking at them.
Speaking of the couple, they were still very much going at it with the drive and energy of a horse and a mare. They were so lost in the pangs of erotic pleasure that they didn't even realize the drama that was going on all around them at their expense. The continued to make love like mad dogs.
The woman was spread out underneath the body of the man, and with her legs parted, she was shaking and moaning to the deep thrusts of her lover. She was practically on cloud nine, and the man knew ontop of her wasn't far off either. The slurp-slurp sounds coming from her creamy genitalia as the man heaved his junk in and out of her, filled Zavier's ears. He could tell just how wet she was.
And for a moment, he completely distracted from the fact that he had a partner in crime who was also enjoying the scene with him. The lady threw her head back, and began to breathe faster with her eyes closed and her face twisted as a result of the rush of hormones coursing through her entire being. Zavier instantly knew that she was about to cum. It was indeed a beautiful sight. He followed her entire facial expressions along with her body movements as she locked her legs around the man's waist.
She begged him to stop, saying she wanted to pee. The man ignored her. It seemed he was also close and didn't want to be bothered by such an inordinate request. With each stroke, he brought out his foot long cock to the tip, and rammed it into her deeper and deeper. The lady was practically screaming now. It was just deep penetration that was driving her crazy, because he was bent at an angle, he was stimulating her enflamed clitoris with each stroke.
The lady felt like she was about to take off from the ground. Her whole body tensed, and her breath seemed to seize for a few seconds. Zavier watched with bated breath as the man fucked his lady into a soul crushing orgasm (that quite honestly seemed like septic shock). The golden showers came pouring out of her pussy. As the man's cock came out and went in again, she squirted on and off.
Her body shook violently, her eyes were shut so tightly that Zavier thought her eye balls might fall deep into its sockets. Her moans came out in screams as her pussy juice marinated in pleasurable drips. It was quite a sight. Zavier had been too focused on the woman to see that her orgasm had evidently engorged the man's cock inside of her.
Right on cue, the man pulled out at the edge of his own pleasurable moment, and rushed to her faced where he began to rain down his semen on her face. His cock, still very wet from the combination of her cream and squirted juice, the man wanked off his orgasm onto her. She held onto his ass with her hands as he groaned, spraying her face with the hot milky liquid.
It was all over, and Zavier found himself regretting that they had concluded such a phenomenal lovemaking. It had truly been a stellar performance, from both parties. And that was when everything began to go wrong. Zavier really should have bolted out of there from the very moment they had showed signs of finishing.
But because he was so invested in their lovemaking, he had stubbornly chosen to remain till the end to see the encore. Oh he had seen it alright. But it was time to face the music.
It turned out that the woman was a very perceptive mage. In the heat of the moment, the throes of wanton pleasure had temporarily blinded and paralyzed all her senses. However, now that her soul had returned to her body, it meant she was about to get back to her usual self. Zavier really should have been out of there earlier on. But never would he have known that the steamingly hot vivacious succubus was a very perceptive.
As soon as the last bit of her man's Semen dropped onto her face, the lady began to feel an awful sensation. It felt like she had been submerged in water this whole time, but as she surfaced at the top, she immediately realized that the water had been boiling the whole time. She was suddenly overcome by an illogical sensation- the inescapable feeling of being watched!
This wasn't good at all. She had been at her most vulnerable the past few minutes, and to think that she had been the subject of someone else's sick fantasy during that period made her cringe. What bothered her especially was the fact that it wasn't just a single person, she could feel it, there were multiple pairs of eyes fixated on her wet laps, exposed perky cleavage, and most embarrassing of all; her face that was practically dripping with male essence.
This was all too much for her to bear. Only a few moments ago, she had been on cloud nine. And now, that wonderful experience was being threatened by the feeling of having being watched the whole time! No. She couldn't just bear to sit down with such a feeling over shadowing her like a cloud of darkness. Still nervous, and still suspiciousof the shadows, she immediately bolted upright and her eyes roved over the surrounding area in one swift arc.
The lady's sudden reaction brought on a fresh wave of terror upon Zavier. The whole night had been a roller coaster of emotions. From erotic stimulation, to all out fright, back to energy sexual tension, and once again, back to full blown terror. It had truly been one hell of a night. But it was also far from over. Sure, Zavier had had a swell time. But seeing the lady revert from orgasmic goddess to perceptive mage was the perfect reminder of reality.
It was apparent that the woman knew she was being spied on. Zavier's fear came back in drowning waves. The fear of being discovered gripped him once again. Instinctively, he began to slowly back away while tying his best not to make any sound. He didn't even breathe. He did every possible thing to make sure that he didnt attract any kind of attention to himself.
Unfortunately, as was every guilty person's worst nightmare, Zavier found out that his legs had practically turned to iron bars. They seemed to weight ten times their usual weight. This sudden shift in dynamic made Zavier even more skittish. He couldn't understand what was happening! In the past, he had heard of a condition known as psychosomatic induced truma.
This was a psychological condition where parts of a person's body could suddenly shut down as a result of an extremely traumatizing condition. He had heard about it before, but he hadn't believed how dangerous it was- up until this moment of course.
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