Spied & Tied – Chapter 1

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Spied & Tied – Chapter 1Clustered around a black-rimmed monitor, four male students waited eagerly for their video to buffer. It was “their” video in the sense that they had colluded to produce and share it online with their fellow amateur porn addicts, but in another sense it didn’t belong to them at all. The moving images that its pixels formed were not theirs to capture in the first place – they had been illicitly recorded in their halls of residence using a spycam so expensive that it would have wiped out most students’ cash for the better part of a semester.Fortunately, Jack Edwards didn’t have to worry about money – nor anything else, really. His property-developing parents were absolutely minted, and his traditionally handsome face opened as many legs as it did doors. He was tall, well-muscled and lean; his head was capped with a slick brown quiff that had become as synonymous with the mid-2010s as it once was the 1950s; his chain stubble precision-trimmed to approximate a slightly rugged, yet still somehow well-kempt, look. In short, young J’Edwards was most young women’s idea of male perfection and so, inevitably, he was a bit of a knobhead. As much was evidenced by this latest endeavour, which he’d designed with the apparent purpose of humiliating Natalie, his current girlfriend’s roommate, who had become the subject of their little group’s “friendly” torment during Freshers’ Week and remained so ever since. His true motive was altogether more straightforward, though: he just wanted to see Natalie naked.Natalie was a beautiful girl, albeit a beauty of the sort so often outshone in the short-term by those caked in make-up and boasting designer-dress cleavage. Her blonde-highlighted bob generally lived in a tight ponytail, while fashionable glasses only served to hide her piercing blue eyes and enhance her boring, bookish reputation. Her body was lithe and athletic; her small but firm 32C breasts perpetually buried beneath loose-fitting hoodies. In all her time at uni, only one guy had managed to get her into bed, and it was that very night when Jack’s secret obsession with had begun.***Jack came, rather weakly, and Steph climbed off him, one hand on the wet wipes before he’d even completed his ejaculation.It annoyed Jack no end that all his mates ever talked about was how hot Steph looked in this or that, and what they’d like to do to her given the chance. He had her sexual services on tap, and she did next to nothing for him. Blonde, tanned and with an impossibly perfect body that could have been torn from a centrefold, she held little allure for him; she lacked the idiosyncrasies and imperfections that drew him to truly attractive women. In truth, he stayed with her more for the status that her affections conferred upon him than he did those affections themselves. She was a trophy and no more.Sweet Natalie, on the other hand, drove him mad. He jerked off over her daily, often more than once, and whenever he’d bang Steph – or whoever else he could get away with banging – it was Natalie he imagined on the end of his cock.That night, as Steph slept, Jack felt as if someone had scooped out his innards but at the same time redirected all the blood in his body to his cock. Through the thin plasterboard wall separating his and Phil the Greek’s room from Steph and Natalie’s came the unmistakeable sounds of sex. Someone was fucking Natalie – his Natalie – and the thought of it made him sick to his stomach… and horny as hell.Checking first that Steph was fully asleep, he cagily got onto his knees and pressed one ear to the stud wall, sticking a finger in the other to block out any extraneous noise. His heart beat like a drum as he strained to hear Natalie’s soft and sensual moans over the noise of her lover, her mattress and his owned damned thumping heart.Surprisingly quickly, Natalie was brought to a mattress-slamming orgasm. Jack furiously jerked himself off as he heard her cries grow ever more clamorous, a series of gentle Ooohs that soon culminated in a single louder one, only to quickly be obliterated by a loud, sustained grunt from her paramour. To Jack’s disgust it was the sound of Natalie’s lover’s orgasm, rather than Natalie’s, that caused him shoot an almighty load up against the wall. The thought of someone filling Natalie up was just too much for him. As the noise on the other side of the wall subsided, Jack knelt there, his still rigid cock dripping more cum than Steph had ever managed to extract from him. His eyes glistening with spite, he wiped what he could on the side of the sleeping Steph’s neck, smiling devilishly all the while, and then went for a piss, the cogs in his devious mind spinning wildly.***Jack’s need for peer approval, to laud his mastery of all over those who misguidedly looked up to him, prevented him from going down the simple route of secretly planting a spycam in Natalie and Steph’s room. Ordering one online became an event to which James, Michael and Phil the Greek were all invited; its unboxing morphed into an impromptu evening of drunken debauchery. It wasn’t enough for Jack to get what he wanted; he had to have more, to be seen to be the man knobbing one roommate and humiliating the other. “I can’t, J’Ed,” the gargantuan Greek protested, camera in-hand and giggling like a frightened fool being bullied into mischief. “What if they come back?”“Just say you went in to sniff Steph’s knickers,” scoffed James from behind his yalova escort oversized spectacles, which were themselves barely visible amidst his unruly, headbanger’s hair. “They’ll believe that.”“Gimme it here,” Jack spat. “I’ll fuckin’ do it myself.”“All man!” cheered the balding and chubby Michael as Jack snatched the compact camera and comparatively colossal room key from out of the Greek’s chubby grasp. Turning the stolen key in the girls’ room’s Yale lock, Jack wore the look of a well-practised burglar as effortlessly he did that of football team captain, top-of-the-class student or lady-killing alpha male. He seemed proficient at everything, the twat.Having half-lived in Steph’s room for most of the year, it was as familiar to Jack as his own. In less than a minute he had activated and planted the camera on top of the wardrobe that cleaved the long, thin room into two de facto smaller rooms – the shared bedroom and study area that accounted for ninety per cent of its square footage, and the wash basin located on the near-side of the wardrobe. He quickly left the room, the door locking itself behind him as he pulled out his iPhone and activated the spycam’s bundled app. It took a few minutes for the iPhone to connect to the device, but once it did a sharp 2160p image crystallised in the middle of his display. It confirmed the efficacy of his spycam placement – the angle was such that he’d see Natalie’s arse and the reflection of her tits in the mirror; the connoisseur’s double-whammy. Only James and Michael’s raucous laughter and Phil the Greek’s troubling glee stopped him getting a boner at the prospect right there and then.***Across the globe, hundreds of thousands of voyeurs scoured their websites of choice for the latest hidden camera action. Their sex lives all but destroyed by overindulgence in an overabundance of pornography, they each spent hours trolling countless staged exhibitionist offerings and celebrating the few “real” videos that depicted unaware wives, girlfriends and smoking hot house guests in all manner of compromising situations (though mainly just showering behind a curtain or screen).One such viewer was Matt Broadsword, the manager of an disreputable massage parlour in Magaluf. Despite having hidden cameras in every room of the place, many of the recordings from which he routinely shared with the online community, his desires were becoming increasingly hard to satiate. There were only so many times he could get off watching a late teenage or early twenties girl being massaged in nothing but brown paper panties, even if they occasionally fell prey to his or one of his masseurs’ improper advances on cam.Having sampled the better part of a hundred videos, the bulk of which he took the time to comment upon, Matt’s eyes were drawn to a video that appeared to not only be legitimate, but 4K. Better still, its title spared no detail: Leeds’ 19y/o Natalie Winter caught NAKED on REAL HIDDEN CAM. Filed under Amateur, Hidden Cams, Small Tits and Voyeur, the video was easy to stumble upon on the site’s landing page, and like many other viewers, Matt was quick to download a copy to his PC with a view to spreading it across other such sites before he’d even watched it. Captures like this one never stayed up for long.The video certainly looked genuine enough. Comprised of half a dozen mostly dressing and undressing scenes that had been crudely cut together, it was just mundane enough to be real. This made watching the dull-ish ninety-nine per cent of it worthwhile, as its few blazing moments of well-framed, full-on nudity were made all the more arousing thanks to the poor girl’s genuine lack of awareness. She was a real beauty too, once unleashed. As soon as those glasses came off and the bobble came out, she was breathtaking. With her bra off and cunt out, Matt could hardly keep his hands off his rock-hard cock, but he took pride in the fact that he was not – literally at least – a wanker. Never apologise, never compromise, never back down – and never jerk off when there’s a woman to do it for you.Leaving an appreciative comment for the uploader, Phil_the_Greek-99, Matt noticed that the preceding comment contained links. This wasn’t unusual – most videos like this ended up with at least a bot-generated, “OMG! I found this girl on Instagram…” comment, with its link usually leading to a scam or malware site. Again with this video, though, everything was specific enough to seem real – the comment referred to the girl by name and linked to both her Twitter feed and Facebook profiles. Matt wasted no time in gleaning all he could about her from both. Soon, Natalie had a new follower. Matt looked down from his chair to the naked woman hogtied and squirming on his floor. Pressing play again on the video, he shoved his cock into the woman’s mouth and put a hand on either side of her head, holding it as if he were a vice and viciously rocking it back and forth until she was choking on his semen.***Ever the gent, Mark sat through most of Titanic before even landing a kiss on Natalie, whom he’d spent the evening – and about sixty quid – wining and dining. As they both lived in the halls, and her roommate was out, Natalie had asked him in to watch a film, and they’d now done just that. For hours.Ruggedly handsome, but pot-bellied and about eight inches too short in height to pass muster with most women, Mark – or “Mark II”, as he was known amongst his escort yalova friends, most of whom also happened to be called Mark – had not been deterred by rumours of Natalie’s dreariness and frigidity. He actually felt that he was punching above his weight in pursuing her, and it was only because he was certain she’d reject him that, as they kissed, he let his hands wander towards her titties, scrambling under her hoodie with reckless abandon.Without breaking the kiss, Natalie unzipped her hoodie and peeled it off, revealing a tight black vest. Mark gently cupped her breasts in his hands, and she responded by pulling his hands onto them more firmly, her forehead creasing into a passionate frown. Overcome, Mark pulled the vest over her head and, lying down, Natalie undid her own bra.Mark nestled himself beside her, kissing at her neck as he struggled with the button-fly on her jeans. Suppressing a sigh, she undid them and Mark’s right hand slid under her knickers, his fingers clawing at the top of her vagina, hoping to stumble upon her clitoris. Natalie put a hand on Mark’s wrist and attempted to steer it in the right direction. “Use two fingers,” she instructed him in a whisper.As he used his index and middle fingers to do what he’d later describe to Mark IV as “flicking her bean”, she urged him to lick her nipples. As he began to do so, they visibly hardened, and for the first time she appeared to be really enjoying him. Her stomach began to tense as an orgasm began to build; she bit her lip to stifle her soft moans. She came hard, her body stretching out long and shuddering, toes pointed and ecstatic. Mark continued to finger her, but she pushed his hand away forcefully. “Too sensitive,” she whispered. “Just wait.”Climbing on top of him, Natalie pulled off his jeans and boxers and sucked his proportionate cock. As she’d only ever had a few dicks in her, its size didn’t automatically disappoint, and in any case through combining sensual base-to-tip licks with bursts of intense cock-sucking, she worked him into such a frenzy that even a mere five-inch member became a sexual weapon of mass destruction. Mark rammed it into her with such force that she had to put her hands on his chest to push him back. “Condom?” she asked.“Errr…” Mark panicked. He’d only parted with his out-of-date companions a couple of weeks ago, having kept them in his wallet for nearly three years. “Aren’t you on the pill?”“Yeah,” Natalie answered honestly, “but still. We need to be safe. We can just play if you haven’t got one.”“Can we fuck!” Mark blurted out, a little more aggressively – and, indeed, bewilderingly – than intended. It wasn’t a request, but an exclamation. “Hang on. I’ll see if I can cadge one off J’Edwards – he lives next-door, doesn’t he?”***Jack was rarely flustered, but this was an exception. Natalie was gonna get screwed, and he was gonna get to watch it, maybe even stream it live online – but only if he could get that spycam moved to be able to see her bed. He thought fast.“Shit, sorry man,” he blagged. “I do have some, but they’re in Steph’s room somewhere.”Mark II, clad in Natalie’s flower-speckled dressing gown which trailed on the ground all around him, giving spectators the impression of an effeminate Jedi, looked around the empty hall behind him, as if looking for someone to tell him what to do. “Could you… I mean… Would you come and have a quick look?”“Wouldn’t Natalie be a bit-?”Mark II waved a negligent hand. “She can get under the covers, it’ll be alright.”“Awesome,” said Jack, a thin smile playing across his lips.***Natalie was mortified and exhilarated in equal measure when she saw Mark II return with Jack, of all people. The thought of Steph’s boyfriend just a few feet away from her naked and already aroused body sent an electric shiver through her. He was gorgeous, and she’d fantasised about him ever since she’d first laid eyes on him; oddly even more so, once the put-downs and piss-taking had started. It was ironic that only now she’d finally accepted that he was with Steph, not to mention probably out of her league, he should be the one providing the prophylactic she was going to use to make her “moving on” from him official.“They’re up here somewhere,” Jack said as he rummaged on top of the wardrobe, spinning the spycam 360 degrees as he did so. He slapped his forehead theatrically and wandered back into his own room, returning a moment later with a shiny blue square. “Just remembered; I am a knob. They were at mine. I’ll post ’em through in a sec.”“Cheers, J’Ed,” said Mark, smiling awkwardly.As the door shut and locked itself behind Jack, Natalie tore out of bed and made for Mark II’s now flaccid cock. It took only seconds of sucking to return to its so-called full glory; looking down at Natalie, who was squat with her legs apart, nips like bullets, trimmed pussy exposed, it took an effort of will not to blast his load down straight her throat right there and then. He probably would have done, were it not for the off-putting sound of a condom being slid underneath the door.A moment later, slightly less than two metres away from the action, Jack masturbated furiously as he watched the lovers live on in his iPhone’s screen and listened to Natalie’s moans through the walls. She was much louder this time, Jack noted; Mark II was a like a horny Hobbit, giving her the seeing-to of her life.Whilst it was true that Natalie had never felt hornier, yalova escort bayan it had little to do with Mark II. Jack was all she thought of as Mark II clumsily entered her from behind, surprising himself in bringing her to such a hard and lingering climax so quickly, and surprising nobody in shooting his own load only a moment later. A secret third participant in their mutual orgasm, Jack learned on the wall with his left hand as his knob drenched it with his lukewarm jism. After he came, he let his head slump against the wall as he drew in a deep breath and felt the obligatory male post-orgasm rush of shame. Little did he know it, but Natalie’s flushed face was just centimetres from his, only a cheap stud wall keeping them apart.For now.***Matt paced up and down in front of the naked thirty-something woman chained to the wall in his darkened cellar. The only light came from a single bulb in the middle of its room which illuminated its centre, but saw its outer edges bleed into the darkness. The woman’s hands were as far apart as they could be, giving her no room to move even slightly, and as she was shorter than the manacles’ last occupant she had to choose between standing uncomfortably on her tiptoes or hanging in agony. Her red hair was wet and salty, and her chained feet encrusted with sand. Her breasts were large and slightly saggy, and, much like her pussy and arse, milk white in contrast to the rest of her mostly sunburnt flesh. Attached to her nipples were painful looking metal clamps, and inside her taped-shut mouth were the damp remnants on her own bikini bottoms.Matt stood before her, his weathered but still attractive features mostly hidden behind an intimidating hockey mask. At 6’ 6” he towered over his captive, and as he drew closer to her, she saw that he was probably three times her weight. Built more like Bane than Batman, his toneless but heavily-muscled physique exuded raw power; his fading tribal tattoos and pierced left ear his middle age.Using the crop in his hand, Matt flayed the woman mercilessly for a long ten seconds. He then walked out of her sight, returning moments later with what looked like a microphone and its stand. The stand he set up between her legs, and the “microphone” he held up in front of her face so that she could see what it really was. It was important to him that she knew what was coming next.Noting her quizzical look, he said, somewhat irritated, “Are you seriously telling me you’ve never used one of these before, MILF?” His voice was deliberately deep and menacing, and deafeningly loud in such close quarters.She shook her head, her tear-stained eyes full of panic.“They’re massage tools… magic wands. Just giant vibrators, really. Powerful as hell and with a head the size of a tennis ball. I’m going to use it to make you cum… even though I’m sure you’ll try your best not to.”The MILF looked at him imploringly, almost retching on her bikini as she tried to protest.Matt screwed the wand onto the stand, adjusting the height so that the wand’s head was pressing hard into the MILF’s clit. He then roughly tore the tape from her mouth, prompting her to spew out her torn bikini. Using the second-hand tape, he taped the stand to her left leg and pressed the wand’s rocker switch twice. The device screeched to life, and the woman screamed in tormented pleasure.Conversationally, Matt asked, “So you’ve never had multiple orgasms forced out of you with a vibrator?”The only reply he got was a reluctant howl.“Never been helpless, naked, under someone else’s power?”The MILF screamed as her body was rocked with the most intense orgasm that she’d ever had. The pain he’d inflicted on her made the pleasure even more exquisite, and her enforced immobility left her no choice but to focus entirely upon it.As the MILF squirmed in discomfort, the wand pressed on with its mission regardless, almost forcing her to hyperventilate as it tortured her overstimulated clit.Matt pulled up a bar stool and sat on it, casually checking his e-mail on his tablet as his subject writhed. As the MILF’s pain turned to pleasure once more, he logged in to check Phil_the_Greek-99’s feed. A new video had appeared entitled Lil’ Mark 2 Fucks Natalie Winter Senseless. Hitting the play button, Matt leaned forward and turned off the wand, halting the MILF’s building orgasm right as it was about to tear through her. She whined in spite of herself, and then began to hurl expletives at him, which he ignored, lost in Natalie’s world.When the video finished playing, he kicked the vibe stand from between the MILF’s legs and fucked her aggressively, tablet still in hand, Natalie’s fucking playing on repeat.Matt came fast, his load running straight out of the MILF’s vagina and down her sand-speckled right leg. Looking at her pityingly, Matt taped the vibrator stand back into position, pressing the vibe’s rocker switch only once, this time.“This time I’m gonna take you there slow,” he told her. “I’ve things to do though, so I’m gonna have to leave you like this for a bit.”The MILF opened her mouth to protest, only to have a ball-gag thrust into it and strapped tightly around her head. “Shh,” he instructed. “If my friend hears you down here, he’ll want to play too, and he’s not as gentle as I am.”With that, he flicked off the light and began to climb up the ladder. Once he’d reached the hatch and opened it, his parting shot to her was, “Although… I think you’d probably enjoy it more if I left this hatch open. Nothing like the fear of being caught to keep the juices flowing, you think?”The MILF’s next orgasm would have bent her in two, had she been able to move a muscle. Her long night was just beginning.

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