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Veronica loved the gym. After a long day as an ER nurse it was her sweet release after a tough day. She loved the brain chemical high she got from running on the treadmill. Veronica looked up at the news reports on the Gym’s TV. As usual it was always about the mysterious man “The Perv”. A man that apparently possessed the powers to change and alter women. Morphing their bodies into bimbofied versions of themselves, installing a fake personality to run their new body, and locking away the...
Mind ControlMy name is Julie...Yesterday was Sunday so of course that meant it was a morning of worship for me at my church. After a morning of Bible study, singing in the choir and listening to our pastor give a fire-and-brimstone sermon about whether we want to serve God or the devil in hell, I returned to my peaceful home out in the country.During the school year I rent out an apartment in Fayetteville. But during the summer I live at my parent's house, which is about a mile up a dirt road and several...
I’ve been a wanker such a long time, it’s difficult to remember all my experiences. But the 1st Time Round always sticks in your mind, like the 1st Time I saw girls bare in magazines, the 1st Time I saw a girl pose for real, the 1st Time I spontaneously spunked in my underpants. These are some of my 1st Time Round experiences, to the best of my memory. Go-go girlsJust thinking about skimpy-dressed girls dancing go-go sends shivers down my spine. I first saw this on Ready Steady Go! A pop...
A few times when I was younger, I sometimes managed to find myself in dangerous situations – where I was going to be at least seriously embarrassed, or even exposed as a solo-sex pervert mac-wanker. Although I loved the thought of girls knowing my guilty secret, that didn’t include being in a situation where I was expected to be like normal men, to be able to perform. Obviously, I’m not saying I was ever ‘propositioned’ – that’s too ridiculous to imagine – but here are a few examples of when...
Hello guys! I am Anand back with the next story of the series about a pervy perv. Thank you for the amazing response to the previous story. I strive to give you content while indulging in my fantasies. As I always say, please contact me to share your fantasies. Keep sending your comments, wishes, love, and suggestions. I am always open to a chat in Hangout. My email ID – [email protected]. Recap: Dr. Liya Robin had invited Dr. Melanie (her sub and gynecologist) to speak in a sex education...
LesbianAnd that's usually all a 'perv' gets. Most of the time I was seeing what I needed to see only in my magazines, and already had a huge collection by the time I left school. I was in awe of the girls who posed in them, not just because they were lovely and brought me ecstasy all the time, but because if it wasn't for girls who like to pose, I'd never have got to see girls show. Of course I wanted to see girls show for real, but that rarely happened, at school or anywhere else. I did get flashes...
And that's usually all a 'perv' gets. Most of the time I was seeing what I needed to see only in my magazines, and already had a huge collection by the time I left school. I was in awe of the girls who posed in them, not just because they were lovely and brought me ecstasy all the time, but because if it wasn't for girls who like to pose, I'd never have got to see girls show. Of course I wanted to see girls show for real, but that rarely happened, at school or anywhere else. I did get flashes...
My name's Alyssa.My friend Aubrey called me up and asked me to cat-sit one weekend for her, while she went to see her mother in Miami. Aubrey lived in Atlanta and I had sit for her a few times before. I was happy to help her out because that's what friends do. Plus I love hanging out in Atlanta, I have several friends in the area. She has been trying to get me to officially move there for years. When I arrived at her apartment she had left a note telling me where everything was and to make...
VoyeurEverywhere you look nowadays, people are showing their genitals, usually in graphic detail. Not something I like to see I’m afraid (but then I’m not ‘normal’, am I?)Who remembers the 60s? Those were my teenage years – no mobile phones, no Internet, and even in dirty magazines full nudity was not permitted. The mags I bought most of were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, which were mostly fully-dressed, raised-skirt and knicker-show, some cleavage and bikinis, rarely topless, and no more....
Does a beautiful girl enjoy being worshipped by a perv? (who She called “your typical dirty old man in a rainmac).Albeit She is a professional model, who’s modelled nude, modelled for groups of men at camera clubs, and does private nude sets of Herself for individual fans, nude videos too. I always found it difficult to believe that it must have been Her intention to make me spunk my pants during Worship Sessions, i.e. by choosing to pose in outfits from photo-sets that She knew had made me...
THE FOLLOWING IS PURELY FICTION... I enjoy watching. I am what you could call a “Peeping Tom.” This has long been my philia. My avocation. Since I was a child, I’ve been staring, watching others, “people watching.” Humans are the most fascinating of animals. Perhaps this is due to their intelligence. Or maybe their dangerousness. As a child I would spy on girls in the neighborhood. Going to all-boys Catholic schools made me extra curious about girls, what secrets they...
I’d never have dreamed it when I was younger, but I’ve managed to personally worship 4 Goddesses – and on two occasions my Goddess was accompanied by another Goddess. First of all, you need to know what a Goddess is, or rather who She is. Without that you’re never going to manage it. Second, read my ‘Perv’s Guide to Girl-Worship’ – failing to follow those steps is likely to mean your worship will be cut short. How do you find a Goddess? That depends I guess on exactly what it is you’re looking...
I heard about the party – it sounded more like an orgy. It wasn’t that long ago that I knew nothing about sex, being a life-long solo-sex voyeur pervert wanker. But the Internet changed all that. It also told me about this latest swingers party, and all the girls who’d be heading there in skimpy outfits and probably undress and let the men do stuff (yeah I know it’s not like that nowadays – the girls are just as up for it too). Now of course I don’t want to see them actually doing stuff – that...
Girls Have Fun Making a Pretty Boy One of Them ? by: Jayne Willard Chapter 1, Caught Peeping Cindy knew the party was getting out of hand, but she was enjoying herself. They were at Summer Camp; the boy they had discovered "sneaking a peek" into their cabin was a wimp. He had a cute face and slender body with long dark hair, as was the style at the time. They had jumped him and since there were twelve of them, they easily overpowered him, as if he had resisted at all. "He's...
I can see a girl in a photo studio – she looks familiar. Who’s that with her? Eh?! Some old git in a rainmac?! Jeez it’s a hot day in June! What’s a dirty old man in a mac doing with a glamour model?! She’s got her own site, seen a few of her piccies, wouldn’t mind an hour or so between the sheets with her – dream on!Now she’s gone to change – wish I knew what’s going on here, looks odd to me. What would a gorgeous babe like that want to do with some old perv in his dirty mac?! Jeez look at her...
Ronnie was a freak. At 18, he was still a virgin. That was about to change, but he didn’t know. Ronnie was a pervert. Since he was 14, Ronnie had made it a nightly habit to peer into the windows of unsuspecting neighbors, watching the women or their daughters undress, take baths and even have sex. You see, he was a handsome lad of about 5’9″ very muscular packing about 170 pounds on his frame. But was a special education student who rode the short bus to school and was taught...
I couldn’t believe my luck when I started at Smithsons. Up the stairs from the stores where I worked were offices full of girls. Now I don’t go and make an announcement when I start a new job – “hullo everyone, I’m a compulsive masturbator, pervert girl-worshipper. I only wank on girls, I’ve got a massive collection of dirty books and I spend my time out and about in my rain-mac or hanging out my window or anywhere where I can see lovely girls and get my perv sex pleasure”.I wouldn’t last very...
Peeping Tom Scared Straight This is a story about the most exciting, and terrifying, thing I ever did. I had just finished my military service, and I was staying at my parents’ house. I was restless and horny, and still reorienting to civilian life. I would frequently take late night walks around my sl**py town, just to think. One Saturday night, well past midnight, I strolled down a quiet street. Most of the houses were dark, but this one house still had a light shining in the first floor...
Peeping MomI looked up and I saw a pair of feet under the heavy curtain at the door. 'Oops!" I thought to myself that I forgot to shut the door. I hoped the owner of the feet would go away. To my surprised it did not happen."What is going on?" My wife asked in a not too happy tone as I stopped. She was under me and could not see the door."Nothing." I lied not to alarm her.She pushed her groan up and her soft and silky pussy muscles tightly gripped around my rod and she let me know in no...
Peeping I was sitting on the bed in my room. I was reading Penthouse Forum andread a letter about a peeping tom who became a sex slave after beingcaught when I began to hear voices coming from next door. My house isonly 5 steps away from our next door neighbour's so in my room I couldhear anything from loud music to sex. To investigate the noises I ran upto the window and moved the curtain slightly to see what was going onthrough the next door neighbour's window. To my shock I saw a man and...
I discovered my first playboy magazine under my parents bed at around age 10. and that pretty much set off the start of my sex addiction. the sears catalog, jc penny catalog, national geographic magazine... if it had scantily clad women, i was masterbating to it, alot, i mean ALOT... playboy was the one that set me off on a quest to see what else was out there. i was jacking off in the morning before school, sometimes id sneek off the bathroom and jack off during class, as soon as...
It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion. I diligently observed the...
It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion. I diligently observed the brightly lit square...
His heart beat was slowing, but -- still clutching her body close to his -- he could feel that his wife's was still pounding rapidly. "That was good for you, I guess?" Eleanor laughed, playfully slapping his bare buttocks with the long fingers of one hand. "My god, Peter. That was ... wow ... unbelievable." 'Ellie' was sitting in his lap, her ankles crossed behind his back. Her arms clutched his torso tightly, refusing to let them separate until ever bit of the euphoria rocking her...
Peeping PussyDungeonMaster It was an autumn Saturday morning. There was a slight chill in the air and the four men were eager to get going. They had congregated at their hunting cabin and were sipping on cups of steamy coffee they had bought on their way here. They?ve been coming here for years. During the week they each had different jobs or careers, but the one thing these gentlemen had in common was the love of hunting. They discovered this abandoned building years ago and fixed it...
Now before I start, you may wonder why Peeping Girl. Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom?The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started as any other of my obsessions, a mindless walk through the park, usually during the day time, since this area isn't located in the best of neighborhoods.On this...
ExhibitionismIt felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion. I diligently observed the brightly lit square...
Golden-locks and the three bear pervs Author's note: I was working on a story to post and it went to the dark side big time. I was describing (Mentally) a Master converting a feminized slave into nothing more than an automated fluffer and bidet, and just got depressed when my mind took the recently feminized slaved and converting him(her) into that. My mom always had a rule, when the story goes that bad, shoot it like a rabid dog, and work on something else. As if it were laying...
“Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly and halted as the gold coloured chain locked into its catch. Patterson caught a whiff of Eastern cooking mingled with the scent of Anais Anais as an attractive Asian woman appeared behind the door. “Yes?” “Dectective Patterson.” Tom announced again and flashing his ID, “it’s about the prowler you reported. May I come in and speak with you please?” Patterson stood back as the door...
My step-sister and I are nearly a year apart in age but in the same grade at school. So we were both ready to graduate this year. One of the benefits of being in the same grade is that we are taking most of the same classes, so we were studying the same things. We also had the tendency to study at the same time in the evening at our dining room table instead of in each of our respective rooms. Our parents are pretty conservative and very religious, and school is very important to them, and...
My step-sister and I are nearly a year apart in age but in the same grade at school. So we were both ready to graduate this year. One of the benefits of being in the same grade is that we are taking most of the same classes, so we were studying the same things. We also had the tendency to study at the same time in the evening at our dining room table instead of in each of our respective rooms. Our parents are pretty conservative and very religious, and school is very important to them, and to...
Now before I start, you may wonder why Peeping Girl. Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom? The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started as any other of my obsessions, a mindless walk through the park, usually during the day time, since this area isn’t located in the best of neighborhoods. On this...
I snuck into the house well after 11:00. I figured there was a good chance my dad wasn’t home yet and thought for sure that Mom would be in bed. I figured it would be a straight shot up the steps to my room. I just wanted to free Willy, climb into bed, relive the best night of my life, and play with myself. Seemed like a simple plan. I eased the door shut behind me and headed straight for the steps. My hand was buried deep in my pocket; diddling the swollen head of my dick in anticipation of...
My name’s Alyssa. My friend Aubrey called me up and asked me to cat-sit one weekend for her, while she went to see her mother in Miami. Aubrey lived in Atlanta and I had sit for her a few times before. I was happy to help her out because that’s what friends do. Plus I love hanging out in Atlanta, I have several friends in the area. She has been trying to get me to officially move there for years. When I arrived at her apartment she had left a note telling me where everything was and to make...
It's been a while since I posted about my perv history. The first one is just a regular post. This time I may submit it as a story though, if it's long enough.I saved one of the more taboo experiences for it's own accounting. Remembering things like these help me understand how I became such a man whore. I realize how different my sex life was compared to other people. But I also run into a lot of people who also have a more than sordid history. It's good to know you're not alone.As for the...
I slept late the next morning so I missed the Tiff and Jane Shows. Martha must have slept late also because I was able to watch her go through her morning shower. I just wish she would lose the damn towel so I could watch her tits jiggle while she brushed her teeth and hair. After breakfast I put on my swimming trunks and spent the morning swimming and sunbathing. I enjoyed replaying the memories of the previous nights skinny dip and sex party between my mother and Aunt Mary. Mom and Tiff...
63 old perve`s 3Matron returned after breakfast on Sunday, daughter and son in law dropped her off and stayed a while. We sat in the garden and had a bit of lunch sandwiches as usual, we eat in the evenings, it was a fine day but I near dozed off not having slept a lot! They wandered off mid afternoon, matron did dinner and I dozed in my deckchair a perfect Englishman`s Sunday! After the evening meal we slumped in front of the box watching some American crap that the colonials think we love...
home, when a service call was made. The phone machine message was pathetic. "This is Tomiko Hokkaido's House Sitting Service, please leave a message, and I'll call you back for arrangements. **BEEP**" His voice was a bit shakey and he sounded like a work-a-holic. "Hi there, this is Tom Gleason, I'll be away for a meeting this week, and I need someone to watch the place. My number is 555-5555. " And another stereotypical work-a-holic calls. My job requires me to constantly deal...
"Kimmi, I know you are awake!" I sheepishly open my eyes. "Sorry," I squeak, with Cara's big tits dangling over me.I look over to see Jake slipping his shorts back on, covering his drooping cock. "How much did you see?" Jake asks."Ummm, not much," I lie."Kimmi, tell the truth," Cara demands."Everything," I whisper, pulling the covers over my naughty voyeur eyes. From underneath the covers, I hear them whispering. I want to crawl in a hole and die I am so embarrassed."Good idea,"...
College SexIt was hot and humid. My body sweated from every pore and my T-shirt stuck to my back. There was an empty bottle of water next to me on the table behind an overflowing ashtray. I stared at the blank page on my laptop and swore at it once again. My mind was blank, no ideas, not even a whiff of one. I looked up as voices reached me from the entrance to the small bed and breakfast where I was staying.It was run by a family, dad, mom, and two teenaged daughters. The guests stayed in little cabins...
TeenI grew up a normal boy in a normal household, interested in the usual – football and girls. My parents married young. My older sister Rhonda was born when Mom and Dad were just eighteen. I came along just two years later. Our family lived on a small farm in a small town. The town where I went to school had very few cute girls. Actually, my sister Rhonda was the best looking girl in the school.When I was thirteen Dad was killed in a freak farming accident, so that just left Mom, Rhonda and me at...
IncestIt was consuming me. I found myself looking at couples and wondering what they would be like together, fucking in their bedrooms. If they left the lights on or hid in the dark while they did it, and how often did they partake in the pleasures. Since my dream I was feeling as though there was a warning. He even told me in my dream that I was walking a dangerous path by spying and peeping like I was. God. What would I do if I came across a couple that weren’t so understanding? Somehow the...
True story. As a s*******n year old boy I already had a strong fetish for pantyhose and lingerie that started when I was 11 but this is not a origin story it is more of a peeping Tom story. this is an experience I had while living in my grandmother's apartment complex. Being in high school and not having a real job one of my responsibilities was to help with maintenance around the apartments. One day I was asked to check on a sink in one of the apartments. I thought nothing of it and headed...
Until I reached about 21 I used to go for runs or walks in the evenings, sometimes really late in the evenings when people would be going to bed. This particular evening I decided id go for a walk around the village i lived in. I left the house because I was a little horny but fed up of masterbating so I thought I’d go out and burn up the pent up testosterone.As I was walking around I noticed lights on in people’s bedrooms and in one particular house I seen a young couple having a kiss in...
It was consuming me. I found myself looking at couples and wondering what they would be like together, fucking in their bedrooms. If they left the lights on or hid in the dark while they did it, and how often did they partake in the pleasures. Since my dream I was feeling as though there was a warning. He even told me in my dream that I was walking a dangerous path by spying and peeping like I was. God. What would I do if I came across a couple that weren't so understanding? Somehow the warning...
Exhibitionism"Robin--my God! We shouldn't... oh, Jesus, Robin, we shouldn't be standing here watching them!" Pete gasped. He stood behind her, moaning and moving his bare feet up and down in the warm, dry sand at the side of the house. Yet, he continued to stare over her shoulder and press up against her back and watch Logan Gorman eat and lick at her mother's dripping, spread cunt. Robin shivered all over, feeling sexual thrills chase through her young body. With each lap of Logan's tongue, she...
Back when I was 18 I started working on a building site for my Girlfriend's father who was the site foreman. One lunchtime Anna called over to the site to bring me lunch and just to say "Hi!" Anna was blonde with cute girl next door looks, a natural beauty and alluring cheeky smile. Combined with her full 36DD breasts she got plenty of admiring looks.This was mid summer and Anna flounced onto the site in a shortish skirt and vest top.She asked around the builders on site to find where I was...
Saturday with The Pervs (Author’s note: The following story is a fantasy created by the author and nothing more. It is intended in NO WAY to condone or encourage incest as an action or lifestyle. As I wrote this I had a certain image of what the Perv women would look like and picture certain ladies in the adult film industry in their roles. You are of course welcome to imagine however you like. Now, without out further ado, enjoy J ) Saturday morning came bright and quiet to Perv house. Sam...
IncestSo I have this thing about older men and younger girls......the thing that turns me on the most and REALLY gets me going is when i'm discretely watching older guys perving on younger teen girls and I mean proper perving, not just a sneaky eye when the Mrs isn't watching but full on following them, taking creep-shots on the phone ect! I get rock hard instantly when I see this.So here's a true story that happened many years ago when I was 19 and the girlfriend at the time was 17.The girlfriend...
I dropped Porsche back at the coffee shop and watched as she got in her car and drove away with a very seductive grin on her face. I shook my head and chuckled to myself, thinking she was going to be the death of me.I sat there waiting for a bit, my mind wondering what Carol was doing there at the rest area. I was a bit worried she would talk, but seeing her flushed cheeks peeking around the corner made my gut think she wouldn’t.I was just about to pull out of the parking lot when I saw Carol...
Teen64 Old perve`s 4 Now, a few months have passed, each month we have met, not as good friends, which we are, but as masters and slaves. My Matron has taken to the monthly BDSM lifestyle well, she hasn`t Progressed past whips or clamps much yet but she absorbs the pain well and now enjoys it, Ada still has the lead in that regard having ticked off far more on her long list. Each of the ladies now owns her own sexual B.A.F.T.A Cast from the original, each as individual as a fingerprint. Each...
62 Old perve`s 2 Well a week passed nothing having been said and the following week on the Tuesday I was back at Teds, and we were working on the new loco together out in the workshop, when he slipped into the conversation that she had said she enjoyed the adventure and for him to arrange the next one as soon as the wounds had healed. That he said was now as she had had a weeping hole in the left breast but it was now fine, so when would be convenient? Matron had made noises about going to...
61 old perve`s 1My friend Ted and I have been friends since school, I`m near 70 now he`s slightly younger and believe me with Ted and I nothing is a taboo subject. I know him near as well as I know myself, and to a lesser extent his wife Ada too, he married her late in life, they were in their late 50`s, her hubby having died and he having been till then a confirmed [I thought] bachelor. It had been love at first sight My wife of 40 odd years I nicknamed the matron, and the four of us were...
I'm sharing this story to ask for people opinion.. So 3years ago I was made home less and basicly was forced to move to Coventry into a hostel and this is how it belongs began...okay after lunch I bumped into a hairy sweaty older guy I fell over infront off him as he came out toilets.. I spilt my hot chocolate over him. And okay its was my fault but he went crazy and got in my face started goin crazy shouting rite In my face omg it scared me and as he shouted he was spitting all over my face......
My wife and I went to Vegas a few weeks ago, on a Friday. She was on a business trip. There was a convention there. I went to get a tan and look at the women. I'm not much of a gambler.We drove up to the valet and then checked in. They gave us a room on the 27th floor at the MGM Hotel. We got to our room when I realized I had forgotten my shades in the car. My wife said she was going to shower and take a nap. Since she was supposed to go to a late cocktail get together that night.I was walking...
Halloween - Getting what is deserved Not all that happens on Halloween turns out as expected, just deserved in more ways than one ------ Halloween has arrived; the pale light of day fades through a brief twilight to the darkness of night.The mists and fogs so frequent around this time of year start to form along the banks of rivers and streams, in forest glades and corpses, on hills and in glens. Hidden from prying eyes Witches, Warlocks, Ghosts, Spectres, Druids and Pagans gather...
“Oh, ohhhh!” Tom pulls down his pants, while never letting his eye off the peep hole. Every Sunday night, these same five girls have gathered here and done amazing sexual things to each other in this abandoned old shack. Dan pulls out his stiffening cock and slowly strokes it. Inside the four women are completely naked, and surrounding a donkey this time. They are taking turns sucking on the donkey’s hugely disproportional dick, rubbing their breasts up and down its...
The noise of a vehicle is heard as it stops on the driveway outside of a home. The engine is turned off as the door is opened before the male driver of the two-door compact gets out. He closes the door and locks the car before heading to the door of his home. Whistling a tune, he unlocks the door before entering his home. He quickly closes it and walks down the hall of the one story home then stops by a mirror and checks his hair. His name is Randy, thanks to the name tag on his blue shirt. He...