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“What the fuck?” I said out loud as I sat up, letting the sheet fall down to my lap.
He was really giving it to her, gripping her hips and slamming his cock into her asshole while his balls bounced off her pussy. It was amateur, for sure, as the camera angles sucked and the lighting was shit. The moaning was all real. I hated actresses who moaned and sighed just for the camera. Especially the ones who sounded like they were getting fucked into oblivion but were still composed enough to give steamy glances at the camera and purse their lips like they were on the beach posing for a photo shoot. I’m sorry but if you’re able to blow kisses, you’re not coming hard enough.
The girl on screen was definitely being fucked hard enough. This girl was in total ecstasy and wasn’t afraid to show it. The guy looked like he knew what he was doing too. He slapped her ass, then licked his hand and slapped it again. The skin on her ass shook. He gripped her waist and pulled hard, ramming his cock into her.
Horniness took over and I found myself touching my clit with my free hand.
Then I saw the necklace. The man wore it. He was a young, handsome man with long blond hair. The woman bent over in front of him turned to look up at him and her long black hair was stuck to her forehead. She was gorgeous. The young man suddenly pulled out and shot his load on her lower back where it began to pool. She laughed. She looked back at the camera and blew a kiss.
Now that’s how it’s done.
That’s when I realized the writing on the screen. It read: 65 live views.
I flipped the channel and saw a couple in bed. The man was reading and the woman, wearing a necklace, was asleep on his chest. It read: 1 live view.
The next channel showed a man and woman arguing, actually it was more like the woman yelling at him. The man wore the necklace. He sat quietly. I turned up the volume and heard her voice cry out, “Really? So it doesn’t seem wrong to you that you smoke all the weed while I’m at work?” The screen read: 32 live views.
The next channel showed Vivi giving her pet a blowjob, fisting his shaft hard as she shoved the head of his cock into her cheek. Her screen read: 18 live views.
My heart raced as I realized I was looking at my neighbors. These were real people in their private homes. Or not so private. I pushed the channel up button.
A blonde woman sat on her bed watching TV. Her perky tits rose and fell with each breath. It was me. The screen read: 5 live views.
I looked toward the back of the room and up into the corner where it seemed the camera would be and I didn’t see one. All that was there was popcorn ceiling and a white wall. I whipped my head back and saw my hair move with the motion as the camera watched me from behind. I quickly pulled the sheet up over my tits.
I looked back at the camera.
“You people are watching me?!” I asked.
I looked back the screen and it read: 4 live views. I supposed I was one of the viewers meaning at least three other people were watching me sit here in bed. One had changed the channel when he or she saw me get angry. I felt violated. Sure, I’d performed on screen before and had made a living off of letting people watch me, but I’d always had a say in the matter. As far as I knew, I’d never been filmed without my knowledge.
I flipped through other channels and saw more couples going at it and another couple arguing, and a man masturbating while watching the first channel I’d flipped to.
This is fucking crazy. It’s insane.
As I returned to my channel, I noticed that it was 303, the number on the mailbox out in front of the house. I clicked rapidly and realized every channel above 200 was someone’s bedroom. Only the bedrooms though. I imagined higher numbers must be other rooms in the homes, maybe the kitchen or…
It dawned on me that maybe people had watched me on the toilet or watched me the other day in the kitchen when I’d fingered myself or watched as Bastian and I made love.
Much to my relief, a search through every single channel on the remote showed that only bedrooms were filmed. No one had seen me, at least they hadn’t as far as I knew. Maybe there were hidden cameras all over the house, maybe the phone was bugged, or maybe every word out of my mouth was being recorded.
Oh my God.
I hit the “off” button and the screen went dark.
The bedroom no longer felt safe and I no longer felt comfortable without clothes on so I put on pajamas, picked up the rules and regulations, snatched up a pillow, and went to the couch. I needed to find out as much as I could about my new neighborhood. The HOA rules and regulations should explain everything. This time I would read through them carefully and soak up all the details. That was the plan, but my body felt differently about it and I didn’t make it far into the book before I fell asleep.
“Sunshine, hey, this can’t be comfortable.”
Gentle shaking pulled me from my sleep and I opened my eyes to see Bastian squatted down next to the couch in charcoal slacks and an icy blue dress shirt. His gelled hair, his five o’clock shadow, the smell of his cologne…all of it made me smile.
“You’re home,” I said as I sat up.
“That has to be the most uncomfortable position I’ve ever seen anyone in,” he said. “I mean your head was over here and your arm was over here and…”
I shut him up with a kiss. His shoulders relaxed and he sank into me, pulling my body closer to his. My eyes closed and I savored the feel of him, the warmth of his embrace, the wetness of his ton
gue. It seems impossible to miss someone in such a short amount of time, but I felt as if he’d gone off to war and left me stateside.
