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The time had come. He swore that the next time she did it he would act. He would go do what he wanted so badly to do; and there she was, setting up, getting ready. He felt a knot in his stomach. He had never been that ballsy with women he knew, let alone an almost complete stranger. But he had to! The curiosity was too much....

Living downtown one wouldn't think there was much use for a telescope. Stars didn't exist there. The only lights in the sky at night carried passengers heading from one airport to the next. So when Cameron moved into his 8th story apartment that faced only another high rise complex across the street he was sure that he wouldn't have any use for his. But before he stuffed it in the closet with all of his other useless items he decided to take it over to the window and look around. Maybe it could project past all the light pollution and show him the stars he used to gaze on for hours at home. It quickly became clear that it wasn't going to happen. He couldn't even angle it high enough to get over the adjacent building. "Oh well" he thought to himself. But before he packed it away he decided to scan the building next to his, see if there was anything to be seen. Maybe he'd get lucky and see some hottie taking it off before bed. Yeah, it was a little perverted, but who would know? He started as high as he could angle the telescope and ran down floor by floor. It was late, already past midnight and most of the lights were off. The windows that were lit shielded the inside with blinds or curtains. He backed away from the telescope and was about to give up and go to bed when something caught his eye. A floor below his in the other building he saw a window being pushed open. He angled his telescope down to see if anything interesting was happening. That was the first time he saw her.

She was setting up a video camera. The camera was pointed back at his building a couple floors down. He thought to himself how it was good to know he wasn't the only perv in the neighborhood. The lights in her apartment were very dim, but he could make out that she was wearing a robe and that it covered a very shapely body. He had a very good scope and could make out the features of her face. She seemed to be very attractive. "Laugh at the science geek now" he mumbled to the friends who were hundreds of miles away. After she finished adjusting the camera she walked away from the window. He could see the light from the camera's tiny LCD screen. That meant it was on and watching something, or....someone. The lights went off in her apartment. "Dammit! Now I can't see anything" he thought to himself. But then another light came on. It was the light from a television. In the pale light from the TV he saw her walk back to the window. He watched as she made small adjustments to the camera looking back and forth to the TV. The TV produced a considerable amount of light, "must be a big screen," he mused. Then it came to him what she was doing. She had the camera wired to the TV so that she could watch whatever she was watching on the big screen. He was impressed. He said out loud to no one, "She's a high-tech perv", then he decided to replace the word "pervert" in his mind with "voyeur," it didn't sound as bad. He was becoming engrossed in the show wondering what would happen next. He noticed that he'd been standing for a long time and his legs were getting tired. He went and grabbed one of the padded bar stools that were a bachelor pad present from his best friend Evan. "Man, if he could see this."

When he came back to the telescope his eyes went wide, but he immediately winked his left eye again so he could see clealy. She was standing in front of the camera looking past it directly at whatever she was watching. She was unfastening her robe as well. As it fell open he couldn't see anything in detail, but he could see enough to know that there was nothing underneath. He felt himself get hard, quick. He watched her as she watched....just what the hell was she watching? What ever it was it was exciting her. He saw her hands occasionally disappear into the sides of her robe and run over her skin. She would trace a line from her lips down over her breasts and over her abdomen. All he had on were his boxers and they were a very large tent as he watched. He decided to get rid of them, which wasn't easy to do since he was determined not to take his eye away from the lens. His heart was beating so fast. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then he almost lost control of himself when he watched her slide the robe over her shoulders and down her arms and let it drop to the floor behind her. She was....naked....really naked. He watched her run her hands all over her body. She would cup and squeeze her breasts. He couldn't tell exactly how big they were, but they were impressive none-the-less. Her legs parted slightly and he watched her slide her left hand between them while her right hand remained up at her chest stroking and teasing her nipples. He couldn't see them, but he imagined them hard and standing out. Her hair was long and as some of it teased over her fingers she would twirl it around them before putting it in place behind her ear. He noticed her knees bend and her hips started to grind against her hand. He had never been so turned on in his life. He thought things like this only happened in the soft core movies on Cinemax he'd sneek and watch after his parents went to bed when he was a teenager. Then all of a sudden she....stopped.

"No, no, no. Wait! Don't!" He stammered out loud. She turned away from the window but didn't turn off the camera. As she turned he noticed her very shapely ass. He could never get a woman like that. She was incredible. Then he noticed something that he hadn't seen before. She climbed into her bed which was right next to the camera and in almost full view of his scope. She was faced away from him toward the television, but because she was below him and half laying down, propped up on a couple pillows so she could see, her entire body was visible to him. And now it was in the light of the television. He readjusted the focus on the telescope. She was fucking amazing. Her stomach wasn't perfect, but he could tell she worked out. Her pussy was neatly trimmed into a finger thin "landing strip." He still couldn't see her face well, but she looked older, maybe in her late 30's. But this only turned him on more. He always had a thing for older women. Her hair was dark but he couldn't make out an exact color. He continued enthralled as he watched her slide her hands along the insides of her thighs. Then one after the other in rotation she would bring them over her pussy from down inbetween her legs up and over her clit. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed something off the other end of the bed. It was a vibrator. She stuck it in her mouth to get it wet then turned it on. First she ran it over her nipples, which he could see were very hard. Next she moved it down to her pussy with her right hand. She slid it up and down her slit without putting it inside her. She teased her clit with it, sliding it down over her hood and then back up over her clit. She massaged her breasts and squeezed and pulled at her nipples while she enjoyed the vibrations over her pussy. He wished he could see what she was watching that had her so turned on. He absent mindedly started to stroke himself while he watched her pleasure herself. She was dripping wet and she slid the vibrator inside her. Her back arched as it filled her. Her hips began to gyrate as she started to fuck the vibrator back. Her left hand found her clit and she moved her middle finger in circles around it. She was starting to pump herself harder and faster. Her feet planted into the mattress and her hips shot into the air. She was on the heels of her feet pushed back on her shoulders and neck. She started wildly rubbing her clit sideways back and forth with her left hand while she held the dildo deep inside her with her right. Then she collapsed back down to the mattress, her body in convulsions. Her legs squeezed together the vibrator still inside and her left hand was clutched over her clit while her right hand yanked at a handfull of her sheets. He handn't even been paying attention to himself but his ears began to burn and his breathing became deeper. He became rock hard and his groin got warm and began to tingle. He had barely noticed he was masturbating watching her, but all of a sudden he came violently. He shot load after load into the darkness. He didn't remember ever cumming so hard. He had to brace himself on the stool. He had sex a couple times, but even that was nothing like this. In fact the experiences he had with sex really handn't been that great at all. But he thought to himself how she would be different. He watched her in awe over the next hour as she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm while watching whatever she was watching. Then all of a sudden she got up, turned off the camera and the TV, closed the window and went to bed. He waited to see if she would get back up then went to bed himself. But he couldn't sleep that night. What he'd seen just replayed over and over again in his head.

That was two months ago. He checked every night for over a week after that and he never saw her. During the day he spent time counting the floors and windows until he had an idea of which apartment might be hers. He would find himself waking up in the middle of the night to go check the telescope, hoping she'd be on the other end. But nothing. For 11 days nothing. Then one day as he was walking up to his building he looked across the street and saw her entering hers. The glimpse was brief but she was just as beautiful in broad daylight as she was in the dim light he'd seen her in that night, and even more so. He found a boldness suddenly arise in himself. He was going to walk over there and introduce himself. He was shy around women, after all he was no Brad Pitt and girls didn't throw themselves at his feet. He was usually the "friend" that they came to for advice about their boyfriends. But that wasn't on his mind and he started across the busy street. He walked into the building as she was checking her mailbox in the lobby. He approached her, his confidence fading with every step. He got within three feet of her and froze, his heart pounding. He stood there for what seemed like forever trying to remember the right word for "hi." Just as he was about to turn and walk away she turned and looked right at him. He was sure she'd be offended as he stood there like a complete idiot, but a smile crossed her face and she greeted him.

"Hi." she said, the sides of her mouth creasing slightly with her smile. Her age shown but it was with grace. She looked sporty in her gym attire, but still elegant; nothing like the wild voyeur he'd watched that night.

"Uh, um" he cleared his throat, "Hi." She closed her box and locked it. The box labeled 724. Seventh floor, Twenty-Fouth apartment.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" She asked.

"Cam-, Cameron."

"Nice to meet you Cam-Cameron. I'm Ros-, Rosalyn." Her playful mocking actually put him at ease. "Have a good day." And with that she turned and walked away.

He watched as her hair, which was actually a very deep auburn, flowed behind her as she walked to the elevator. He turned to walkout as she pushed the button so that she wouldn't turn to see him still staring. He had to maintain some small shred of dignity.

In the weeks that passed he had watched her twice more perform her voyeuristic ritual but hadn't been fortunate enough to run into her again. She mesmorized him when he watched her. After the third time he watched as he lay awake in bed he told himself that the next time he saw her setting up he would go and knock on her door to find out just what she was watching. He just hoped she wouldn't call the cops on him, but somehow he knew it would be ok.

Then came the night, this night. He was so nervous. But he had to, he had to. It was 11:30 and he was in his pajamas. He put on his house shoes and forced himself out of his apartment. He locked the door behind him. He took the stairs down instead of the elevator. He exited his lobby on to the street and waited for a clearing to cross it, a clearing he secretly hoped would never come. He entered her building and walked to the elevators. He pushed the button and the door opened right away. He stood still facing it until the doors closed again. Still longer he stood. "Can I really do this?" he thought. "Yes." he said out loud, almost with conviction. He pressed the button again and the doors reopened. He stepped in side and pressed the "7" button. The doors closed and he began to move up. He wiped his moistened palms on the legs of his pajamas and tried to mentally control his racing heartbeat. The elevator slowed and stopped and he stepped off. He saw "701" to his left and "702" to his right, next were "705" and "706." She was 6 doors down on the right. He forced one foot in front of the other and as he got closer he felt his heart beating in his ears. He faced the door and stood for nearly 3 minutes, then he took a deep breath and knocked. He wanted to run and the sound of his own knock, but somewhere between his brain and his feet the signal was lost. Then it happened....she opened the door.

The same robe was fastened around her waist, and though it was tied her hand instinctively held it closed. When she saw him standing there the look on her face singnaled suprise, but not shock. She waited for him to speak the reason why he was on her doorstep at 11:40 at night but he only stared back at her silently. Though he didn't say anything, his abounding nervousness was very clear.

"Cam-Cameron, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she said coolly. Normally, she would've been slightly nervous herself. After all she'd only spoken to this young man once, and he'd certainly never been told where she lived; but nothing about him said dangerous, and she was relaxed. Besides all that, she was trained in several martial arts since she was young and was very confident in her ability to handle him if he tried anything stupid.

He finally found his voice, "I-I, um, I-" he couldn't tell her. He'd actually practiced the words for weeks. But in his mind he had been James Bond, not Elmer Fudd.

"You, you, um, you, what?" she playfully mocked him again. They both laughed. "He is cute," she thought to herself. "But young." He didn't look a day over 19, and he wasn't. She waited again for him to speak up.

"I know what you do....um, with the, uh camera. I've seen you."

"Oh? Are the police with you?" her left eyebrow lifed and she smiled as she asked the question.

He smiled back. He was getting more comfortable. "No, no. I would never, um, no never. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've- I just, um- It's just that I'm, I'm....curious."

"About?" asking a question she already knew the answer to, but by now she was having fun with him.

"You know, about what you're...watching." There, he'd done it!

She stood and studied him for a minute deciding if she should invite him in. He didn't look like he spent a lot of time in the gym, but there was a nice shape under the wife beater and flannel pajamas he wore. As she looked him over he felt all the nervousness that faded over the last couple minutes returned with reinforcements. His heart beat picked up again, and he felt hot. He was ready to run for the elevators when she finally spoke.

"If you really want to know, come in." With that she turned and went back inside leaving the door ajar for him to follow...if he could. He stood for a few seconds not sure which way his legs were going to take him. Finally, he knew that if he turned away now he'd hate himself forever. How could he back out after he'd come so far? He walked in. The condo was simple, but very clean and nicely decorated. What he didn't see was her. Then he saw a light coming from a door in the rear. The door was only open slightly and the light from the television escaped out of the crack. He closed the door behind him and walked forward. He saw a couple pairs of shoes next to the entry way and kicked off his house shoes next to them. The carpet was very soft under his feet. His studio apartment was wood flooring and tile throughout. He put his hand to the doorknob of the bedroom with much trepidation and pushed open the door.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you would make it." She teased. She was facing the window, making adjustments to the camera.

"So was I." he admitted.

"Look at the TV and tell me when it's focused." She commanded, softly. He took another step into the room and turned to face the large flat screen in front of him. He'd only dreamed of having a TV like this. But the TV itself only held his attention for a fraction of a second, until he realized what he was watching. Before him was a window, wide open to a well lit bedroom. Under the window was a bed. On that bed was a couple. He hardend instantly. They were laying side by side kissing. He wore nothing and she had on some dark blue, lace French cut panties. She pushed him onto his back exposing a rigid hard on. This guy was big. Cameron felt himself get very selfconscious. If there was one thing he didn't have it was a big cock. She continued to kiss him deeply while she rubbed her right hand over him from his balls to the tip of his shaft. She started to kiss his neck and Cameron watched him gasp noticably. Cameron was so focused on what he watched he'd all but forgotten that he wasn't alone.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when she put her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for telling me it's in focus." She said, supressing a laugh. If he had ever been more embarrassed, he couldn't think of the time.

He started to turn to apologize for failing his assigned duty, "I'm Sor-" the word trailed off and he turned behind him to find that she stood with her robe open. Her nipples were covered, but still visibly hard under the silken fabric. However, in the light of the TV her beautiful pussy, this time shaved bare, was very visible. His eyes were wide and he struggled to find words. The only two times he'd had sex before were with girls not half as beautiful as she. He opened his mouth and she quickly lifted a finger to it. She reached around his waist and pulled him to her. He wasn't much taller than she so she leaned her chin up slightly and kissed him. She felt his erection twitch over her abdomen. Then, she ran her hands over his chest and stomach and let them wind under his shirt. Her hands felt so good on his bare skin that it tingled. She smelled so good too. She lifted his shirt over his head, and began to kiss his neck. He felt like he was going to melt. She had so much control over him.

"I've only done this twice." he started. He was afriad he'd be a disappointment to her, "I don't know if-" She placed her finger to his lips again signaling him to be quiet. Then she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his ear to her lips. She whispered faintly, "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know." Then she turned him around so that he was facing the television once again. Behind him she slid off the robe and pressed her breasts to his back. She kissed the back of his neck and shoulders while her hands caressed his chest and abdomen. In front of them on the screen the man was laying down, but braced on his elbows while he watched her expertly suck his large cock into her mouth and take it back to her throat. The fingers of his left hand were intermingled with her hair holding it away from her face. Her head moved with perfect rhythm from base to tip and back again. Every so often his head would fall back and his eyes would close while he took in the wet...warm...sensational sensations of her mouth, lips and tongue. She lifted her head from his shaft and scooted back a few inches. While she continued stroking his cock, which was shiny wet, with her hand she gently began to lick and suck his balls. Cameron had never gotten a blow job before, and he watched with envy, his dick a rock in his pajamas. As the thought crossed his mind he felt his pajamas and boxers being removed. Rosalyn reached in and held his cock against his body while she slid the elastic of his pajamas and boxers over her hand. Then she let her body slide down his from behind while she pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and she tossed them aside. She tapped his inner left ankle, a signal for him to part his legs. He complied. She moved her hands over his feet and ankles and around his thighs. She traced a line with her left index finger from the inside of his right ankle, up the inside of his leg. As she moved up his inner thigh she bit the small of his back. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply. Her hand found it's way to his scrotum, and she cupped and very gently massaged it. Then she stood, once again keeping her body pressed against his. She started to stroke him from behind. It felt amazing. Because of her body position her hand was the same way his would be were he masturbating. But this was infinitly better than jacking off. She moved infront of him continuing to manipulate him with her hands. For the first time he saw her completely naked. He thought he was going to lose it. She was fucking amazing!

She pushed him back to the edge of the bed and set him down. She placed her right hand on his forehead and ran it over the top of his head. When it reached the back of his head she pulled his mouth to her right nipple. He took it into his mouth and stated to suck. She moaned and her grip on his head tightened. His hands found her ass and he squeezed it while he continued to suck. "Point your tongue and move it around my nipple in circles," she told him. He did as he was told. "mmmmmm, yes. Good boy." She took her breast from his mouth and his hands from her ass. She leaned down to kiss him. She could tell he was new to this. His inexperienced tongue darted into her mouth and moved like a newly caught fish on the deck of a boat. She broke the kiss and looked him right in the eye, "Pay attention to how I kiss you, and kiss me back the same way." He nodded. She put her hand on the side of his head with her thumb and forefinger on either side of his ear and drew him to her. She pressed her lips to his, her jaw relaxed. She created an easy suction between their mouths and let her soft supple lips massage his. He started to catch her rhythm and his jaw and lips began to move along in time. She moved her tongue with precision around his lips and into his mouth. The motion was smooth and calculated. She teased his tongue with her own and he began to reciprocate. When his tongue found its way back into her mouth she trapped it and began to suck on it. He'd never felt anything like this before. It was driving him wild.

She left his lips and began to kiss his neck, over his shoulders and down to his chest. He was breathing so hard he could barely contain himself. She began to do to his nipple what she'd instructed him to do to hers before. While she teased it she again started to stroke him. She continued to kiss down over his stomach. She parted his legs and bit the inside of his thigh. Her hand continued to work over his shaft while she licked the crease that seperated his leg from his torso. Then she knelt further and sucked his balls into her mouth. He realized that his eyes had been closed for sometime while he took it all in. He opened them and with Rosalyn knelt before him he could again see what was going on in his own building on the TV. He watched as she was now laying down his head between her thighs. He couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but he could see that she was loving it. His head moved up and down as his tongue did it's work on her pussy. Cameron watched her pinch her nipples and pull them. He imagined that it would hurt, but she seemed to be relishing it. His arms were locked around her thighs as he ate her with enthusiam. Cameron had also never done this and he wondered what she tasted like. Holy Shit. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Rosalyn had taken him into her mouth and was creating all kinds of feelings he'd never even imagined. Her tongue was pressed along the back of his shaft and she moved it rapidly back and forth while her head moved up and down. On the screen before him Cameron saw her grab his head and hold it to her pussy. Her back arched, and her legs tightened into a vice grip around his head. Then she started to violently rock, but he stayed with her. He kept doing whatever he was doing that had turned her primal. Through there was no sound Cameron saw her mouth open and knew she was screaming in ecstasy. She was cumming. Wait a minute, so was he! His dick got rock hard, harder than it had ever been before. "Oh, my god! Ros- Rosal-" his words were barely above a whisper, but in his mind he was screaming them. He fell back on the matress and his legs stiffened, his toes pointed. He grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face. She responded by dragging her fingernails over his chest and stomach. It hurt so good. His whole body got hot and tingled. He felt like he was on fire. He shot up onto his feet, his legs bent slightly at the knee. She moved with him and her lips remained pressed against the base of his cock. She opened her mouth and darted her tongue over his balls. "OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed over and over while he shot his cum down her throat. His hands were locked into her hair. She grabbed his ass and helped him pump over and over into her mouth. His body was rigid, but as his orgasm began to fade his muscles started to relax. He fell back onto the bed, still in her mouth, still hard. She decided to have a little fun with him and began sucking on his tip. He almost came unglued. The feeling was so intense. It hurt, but at the same time it felt so good. Everytime she did it he would jump. He couldn't help it. His palm was open on the top of her head. He wanted to push her away, he was so sensitive, but he couldn't. Then she stopped. She stood and just looked at him, half smiling, knowing what she'd just done to this boy. He looked back, not knowing what to say. He didn't know the kind of pleasure he just felt even existed.

"Rosalyn, that was incredible," he spoke without stuttering.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now you are going to do the same for me."

"But, I've never-," she cut him off.

"You will learn. Tonight, you will learn." she paused, "now turn your body around so that your head is pointing toward the TV." He took one last glance at the couple on the screen before doing as he was told. They were fucking now. She was laying flat on her stomach and he was behind her fucking her from the rear. As he pumped in and out of her he kept a firm grip on her hair and would intermittedly give her ass a good slap. Though her movement was limited, Cameron saw her throw her hips backward to fuck him back.

"We'll get to that later," Rosalyn broke in, "now do as I told you." He turned and lay on the bed like she had instructed him. He was on his back with his head pointed toward the television. He could no longer see what was going on. But he would soon find that that didn't matter. His head was near the edge of the bed and she instructed him to slide down another foot. He moved farther onto the matress and waited for what would happen next. She put his arms at his sides and moved her body over his. Then she grabbed a pillow from the head of he bed and placed it under his head. Next, she moved forward and straddled his face. He took in her scent. It was nothing he'd ever smelled before, a sweet musk. Instinct took over and he began to lap at her pussy. At first he was wild and uncontrolled, then he thought about how she told him to kiss her. He slowed down and got a rhythm going. "Good boy. You're a fast learner," she praised him.

She tasted so good. She was so wet, and as his tongue probed her hole he tasted a thicker cream that dripped into his mouth. He lapped at it, trying to suck more out. She moaned and moved her hips over his mouth. "I want you to open your mouth and suck on my pussy, Cameron." He opened his mouth the width of her pussy and sucked in. "Good, just like that," she said as she slid over his mouth from her clit to her ass in a slow rocking motion. At first he had difficulty keeping the suction and breathing, but he began to get it down. "Now stick your tongue out without breaking the seal and move it on my pussy." Once again this took some getting used to, but he got it down. She slid back and he felt his tongue moving over something that felt like a small knob. She stayed there. This must be her clit. Rosalyn was proud of how fast her student was learning. He was a natural pussy eater. "Don't stop what you're doing. Just like that, baby." She ground her pussy down onto his mouth, aching to get closer. His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit while it was being sucked into his mouth. In front of her the woman on the screen was obiously again screaming. They had moved into the traditional doggystyle and she was on all fours and he pounded her from behind. He grabbed her elbows and lifted her hands from the mattress. Her torso hung in mid air, her small breasts hanging below and jerking slightly forward with every thrust. He sat back and pulled her with him. Now as they both sat up and she ground her ass back into him as he went deeper in her pussy. He leaned back onto his hands while he watched her "pop" on him, like the girls at the club. She fingered her clit while she rotated her hips on his dick. Then he pushed her forward again and resumed fucking her with no abandon. She braced herself on one arm and continued abusing her swollen clit with the other. Rosalyn watched as his hands gripped the sides of her tiny waist and could see her ass ripple with every thrust. She felt her orgasm getting near while the boy below her became adept at his task. Cameron reached around her body and cupped her tits with both hands. She placed her hands over his and squeezed them. She started to rock harder on him. "Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!" She ordered. His head was pressed firmly into the pillow. She released his hands with hers and pushed them away from her. She grabbed his head below and fastened it to her pussy. She looked down right into his eyes, and he stared back continuing to work her. Then she came. Her pussy, stomach, and legs convulsed. She squirted all over his face. He handn't expected the deluge that came from her pussy and almost choked. But he found air and stayed with it. She kept grinding on his face, continuing her carnal seizure until she had her fill. On the screen in front of her the woman had also cum again and the man was appearantly getting very close himself. Rosalyn knew it wouldn't take much to get Cameron there again, and decided to see if she could make him cum before the man on the screen. She slid down his body, grabbed his cock and worked it inside her. It wasn't any bigger than 5" but it curved nicely and felt good. She could teach him how to use it. She started to ride him wildly. Cameron, once again, was entranced with what was going on. His hands squeezed her thighs while she fucked him. Then she leaned over him and placed one nipple after the other in his mouth while she bounced on his dick. Cameron felt that he was going to cum again. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be the "quick shooter" his older brother had warned him about. Rosalyn somehow sensed his apprehension and she calmed him, "it's ok, baby, give me that cum." She could see she was running out of time on her game. She watched the muscles of the man on the screen tighten, he was close. So was Cameron. She knew what would put him over the top though. She leaned forward, lifted her pussy to the tip of his dick and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Grab my ass and fuck me," she commanded. Once his hands were on her ass instinct again took over. He planted his feet on the mattress and began vigouously thrusting inside her. She bit his ear as she moaned into it. Unexpectedly, she felt that she too was going to cum again. And she did. Her pussy squeezed around Cameron's dick as he thrust rapidly inside her. This sent him over the edge and he blasted cum into her while broken syllables of truncated words escaped his lips. He was really yelling this time. So was the man on screen. A tie. Rosalyn thought that was close enough to claim victory. Cameron's movements started to slow below her and she lowered her hips to keep him inside. She kissed him all over his neck and face as she felt him getting soft. Her lips found his and they kissed deeply. She tasted herself on his face and this turned her on even more.

Then the phone rang. She got off of him while he lay there in a daze and answered it. Then, to his surprise she announced that it was for him.

"What?" he said, in shock.

"I said, it's for you. Here," she handed him the phone.

"Uh, hello?" his words didn't at all hide his confusion.

"Look at the screen," a sultry female voice instructed him. He sat up turned around and looked. The woman that he had been watching was looking right at the camera waving at him. He dropped the phone. From the floor he heard the laugh that he watched on the screen. He picked the phone up off the floor.

"You knew?"

"Yes, Rosalyn has been playing this game with us for a long time." He looked at Rosalyn who sat on the bed smiling at him.

"But, how did you know-" he was interrupted.

"About you?"

"Yeah."

"Look around the room. Do you see a computer?"

Cameron studied the room and saw the desk sitting in the corner next to the TV. "Yeah."

"Go move the mouse."

Cameron did as he was told and when he moved the mouse the screen came on. He looked at himself in disbelief. Poised on the top of the desk was a tiny webcam. It was black and barely visible in the darkness. He couldn't speak.

"That's right, honey," she continued, "we've been watching you too. You did a good job. But you're not done yet. Rosalyn has a lot to teach, so hang up the phone and go get back to work."

With that the line went dead. He turned silently to Rosalyn who signaled him back to bed. He sat the phone on the desk and walked back toward the bed. He turned to look at the TV. The couple had already begun the next round. He turned back to Rosalyn.

She smiled coyly, "You ready for more, baby?"


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