New Neighbors: Episode 5
As soon as I stepped inside my home, my eagerness to peruse the findings from the spyware installed on Brandia and Krystal's devices couldn't be contained. Having a pair of cummie panties on already, I decided to change into a clean, washable pair instead. These were a light purple full brief nylon panty with a lacy accent on the front, coordinating well with the matching purple silk nightgown. The slipperiness between the nightgown and the panties was unbelievably arousing. I set aside Brandia and Krystal's panties to hand wash and occasionally wear later.
I parked myself in front of my computer and started digging through their phones and laptops. The first stop was their gallery of images and videos.
Both Brandia and Krystal had a stash of selfies on their devices. They were instruction: nothing I hadn't seen before. However, there were some tantalizing pictures of them trying on lingerie fitrooms, some modeling it together which only added to the heat.
Krystal's phone, in particular, had some sizzling content where she exchanged risqué messages, almost naked with various muscular studs. They would send photos of their crotch bulges in their shorts, which left me feeling inadequate. All these guys had cocks that looked like they could go down the side of their legs in their boxers, reaching down to their knees. I felt titillated just looking at them. However, there were no images of Krystal engaging in sexual activity, just a few of her throatingly swallowing some cocks and some close-ups of their semen splashed across her face and chest. Not like my small squirts, these men spurted gallons of cum.
I then shifted my focus to review their search histories on their laptops and phones. Brandia appeared to have a thing for transmutes. She snooped around websites featuring dominatrixes with young boys in panties, eager to be pegged or ruled by their master or queen. Brandia enjoyed voyeurism as well, peering into the lives of submissives, both men and women. On the other hand, Krystal's preferences were less unconventional but no less enticing. Krystal tended to watch large cocks stretching petite vaginas beyond belief. Given her sexting frenzy, it seemed she had her share of hunky hunks with whopping penises. I imagined sucking their dicks, helping them get aroused while she was pegged by these men, waiting for a creampie while she experienced orgasmic bliss, shrieking in pleasure. In the process, I unintentionally started rubbing myself through my nightgown and panties, and by the time I reached my climax, the underside of my balls was drenched, going past the waistband of my panties all the way to my anus. I eventually stopped my exploration and slept.
The spyware also provided a wealth of footage from hidden cameras. I relished seeing them getting out of bed every day in their lingerie, searing shower scenes highlighted with soapsuds on female body parts and their sensational masturbation sessions. However, my favorite scenes are those at night, when they removed their day clothes to switch them for comfy sleepwear. They avoided wearing cotton loungewear; their attire was satin and silky. They'd slip about the house in these delicate clothes and I was lucky enough to witness it all.
The combination of hidden cameras and Krystal's laptop camera gave me amazing two-way perspectives, whether they were sitting in front of a computer and masturbating or enjoying themselves alone. I could capture these moments and merge them into a singular video to watch. I even recorded loops of their moans while they masturbated and played them back repeatedly. I suffered from a chronic erection.
My dick was raw from constant masturbation.
One day, I went through Brandia's call logs and noticed a number that was familiar to me. It was Carrie, an ex-colleague who filled in as an IT person before I took over the position. Ever since then, I was infatuated with her. Carrie had long, lustrous strawberry blonde hair with a silver stripe parted down the middle, round buttocks, and a beautiful face that made me fantasize about cumming all over it. Unfortunately, my dreams were just that - dreams. I tried my best to make her like me and even asked her out, but she flatly refused. She preferred being a lesbian than going out with me, and while this devastated me, it didn't stop my fantasies about cumming in her panties, on her face, and her tits.
Upon investigating further, I checked Brandia's and Carrie's text logs and was shocked by what I found. They had been sharing texts, images, and videos of their bodies and dirty conversations between them. It turned out that Carrie and Brandia used to be more than just friends in college. Excited about this, I made sure all the cams in the house were hidden and waiting when Carrie came over.
When Carrie arrived at the house, she wore her hair down with a green sundress showing off her legs. I couldn't see what kind of undergarments she wore but was eager to find out. Brandia greeted her in a stunning red cocktail dress with a skirt barely covering her pussy and splendid thigh highs. As they entered, I was in awe, watching them welcome each other at the door.
They had dinner together, drinks, and chatted about the past and current events. Brandia mentioned her "cute" neighbor who was initially "a little creepy, but then helpful" with the wifi, but too small in the pants. The ladies laughed at this. When Brandia shared that she, along with Krystal, suspected I was trying to spy on them and fantasize about jerking off frequently, more laughter followed. Carrie suggested Brandia make me into a femboy, like back in college, and Brandia playfully smirked, "Why not?" The idea of Brandia potentially being my dominatrix and turning me into a pantyboy was exhilarating.
Their conversation continued, punctuated by laughter and wine until they moved to the couch. Without any foreplay, they began orally pleasuring each other through their panties. Carrie's dark green sundress and Brandia's red satin bikini were rubbed against each other, creating even more heat and arousal. When Brandia's red string bikini's fabric was pressed against Carrie's white nylon panties, their mounds were soaked, grinding their swollen lips against each other.
Brandia and Carrie were relentless in their passion. They switched from scissoring to 69ing on the couch where they hadn't even removed their clothes. Carrie started by licking and sucking on Brandia's chin, and then Brandia returned the favor by doing the same to Carrie. Finally, they moved to Brandia's bedroom. Carrie pulled Brandia's panties aside with her skirt, and asserted control, attacking Brandia's pussy with her tongue. Brandia's body arched, and she screamed, cumming violently.
I was utterly stunned by what I was witnessing on the concealed cams and could only watch, my pants soaked in pre-cum.
Next, Brandia repaid the favor by going down on Carrie, complementing her with aHitachi wand for additional buzzing pleasure. Carrie lost control, rocking her body back and forth as she was swept away by another powerful orgasm.
One night, after they had their fun, they both got comfortable in bed, snuggling close. I was still frozen, unable to move as I witnessed everything. My dick ached, and my panties were dripping wet. As if compelled by an unseen force, I reached down and pulled my panties off, closely watching them as they reached their climax. The sight triggered my own orgasm, causing my whole body to jerk as cum shot out of my dick and soaked my bedsheet. I can't tell you how many times I came - it was a lot; it was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I closed my mouth, catching some of the cum, and after my orgasm subsided, I swallowed just to keep the taste in my mouth. I was a pathetic little cum slut.
The next morning, Brandia and Carrie were making their way to the kitchen, hugging and playfully pulling at each other's clothes. They both had on Brandia's silky pajamas, looking incredibly sexy.
"Brandia," Carrie said, curiosity in her voice, "What's your neighbor's name?"
Without hesitation, Brandia replied, "Tracy."
I had only caught a glimpse of them at that point, missing the entire conversation.
Carrie remembered someone from her past. "Holy shit, I used to work with a wimpy IT guy named Tracy. He tried asking me out and I rejected him because all the girls at work hated him for being a small dick loser."
Brandia laughed. "Oh, you have to meet him. I'll invite him over soon."
Carrie kept thinking and suddenly groaned. "Wait, what did he do about those wifi problems? Was there something dodgy about it? The girls at work claimed he would peek down their shirts and up their skirts, and I even heard he had ejaculate stains on his pants!"
Brandia said, "Let me think... He left me alone for a while yesterday to fix the wifi. I'm wondering if he did something to my devices or set up hidden cameras? I remember Krystal and I noticing white trails on our panties, but we never put it together before. Oh my god, Tracy may have been jerking off to them while he was here. And we couldn't find our old panties, and there were these little trails too... Maybe he stole them!"
Brandia's face showed anger. "I'm going to bust his balls so bad he'll never have them again. I'll get Krystal's boyfriend to make him eat their cum!"
And thisEvent was the beginning of it all...the start of my punishment.
