Guest blog: Voyeurs in the Bond villain mansion

Image by the brilliant Stuart F Taylor

This week’s guest blogger tells me – tantalisingly – that this story ‘may or may not be inspired by true events.’ I only pass this on to you so that you, like me, can tingle with a thrill of delicious envy when you read about the adventures of two people setting foot in a Bond villain mansion… and being invited to embrace their inner voyeurs as the guests took advantage of the many many bedrooms…

Voyeurs in the Bond villain mansion

I laughed involuntarily as he pulled into the long drive and the house came into view. It was straight from the mind of a James Bond villain, if they lived in Southern California. Bright white with huge windows. An infinity pool the size of a parking lot. Fountains. The whole bit. I was anticipating a few tigers to be wandering the grounds.

“Seriously?” I asked, confused and in awe.

“What?” He replied. “What’s wrong?”

“You can’t be serious. Who the fuck owns something like this? How do you know them?”

He laughed. “Just some people from work, that’s all.” He pulled the car around the circle drive in front of the house. Two valets appeared from nowhere. One on each side, opening our doors for us.

I shot him a look with daggers in my eyes.

“It’ll be fine. I promise,” he said.

I took the hand of the valet to help me out of the car.

Jamie gave his keys to one, half-jogged to my side of the car and held out his arm. I tucked my hand around his bicep, looked up at him, ran a finger across his bottom lip and gave him a gentle kiss.

We stepped forward together, arm in arm, and a doorman opened the front door.

The interior of the home was just as lush and eerily sinister as the outside. There were about fifty people milling about the massive room. A glass wall was folded up along one edge, letting the interior bleed seamlessly into the outside.

Jamie grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. He led me around, introducing me to the homeowners, and various people he knew from different adventures he’d had.

We wandered out onto the expansive lawn, finding a quiet place along a stone wall to idle a while. We stood and watched the sun start to dip below the horizon. The breeze coming off the ocean took a bit too much of my body heat, so I snuggled into Jamie to try and steal some of his. I tucked my arms in and leaned my head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me deeper into him.

We stood there for a while, just existing and breathing in the salty breeze, when suddenly I noticed the number of people milling about had dropped dramatically.

“Should we be leaving?” I asked as I looked up at Jamie in surprise.

“Oh, no. Not at all. The evening’s just getting started.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s a whole lot of bedrooms inside. And bathrooms. And couches. And lawn space.”

It took me a moment, but then it registered. My face must have given me away because he smiled and chuckled.

“Don’t worry. No one is expecting us to do anything. They’re here because they like to be watched. Are you comfortable with watching?”

I mulled it over. This was new territory for me. But the more I thought about it, the less awkward it became.

“Is that OK?” he asked again.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Alright. But if anything changes, you gotta tell me that instant.”


“Promise?” he asked.

“I promise.”

He tucked a finger underneath my chin and tilted my face towards his. He brushed a strand of hair off my face and kissed me, slow and deep. His hands travelled down to my hips and he turned me around.

“Look,” he whispered.

He pointed towards a couple on a pair of lounge chairs next to the pool.

We watched as they slowly started touching each other. She gripped and stroked him through his trousers, his hips lightly pushing up to meet her hand. He leaned over and greedily sucked her tits, one hand rubbing over her panties. Seemingly with the flip of a switch, she stood up and slid her panties onto the concrete below them. In one smooth motion she bunched up the dress to her hips and straddled him. The sequins on her dress shimmered in the lawn lights as she started to grind her hips into him.

Jamie pulled me away into the house, with the promise of something better. I followed him inside. None of the room doors were closed, so anyone could come and go as they pleased – watching or joining should the mood strike.

We made our way to the opposite end of the house. There were fewer people at that end, the din of activity virtually nonexistent. The door to this room was closed. Without a sound we went in and closed the door behind us, joining three other couples inside. In the center of the room was a huge bed covered in white satin sheets. Tangled in the sheets laid a woman with hair so black it was almost blue. Next to her was a chiseled man, dragging an ice cube across her skin. His semi-hard uncut cock dripped a line of precum slowly onto the sheets, catching the light of candles dotted around the room.

But his attention wasn’t focused on his throbbing dick. No: he watched her. How her facial expressions changed. And what made her breath catch.

The small group of us watched them play with sensory items – ice cubes slid across her nipples and down to her stomach, a mouthful of champagne held against her pussy, a Wartenberg wheel crawled up her inner thigh. Every movement and item chosen full of intent and purpose.

Mercifully, for both his partner and everyone else in the room, he glided inside her. Practically effortlessly. Teasing out of her a long, rumbly moan, one starting from the depths of her soul. With each stroke his cock grew wetter. With each stroke we heard the squelch of her reactions. The only other sound in the room was the rumble of his quiet whispering into her ear. And their trembling breath. The only movement was his hips, thrusting tip to hilt each time. Gently but not without force. Each stroke marked with a muffled gush as her juiced dripped out onto the sheet below.

With a final few thrusts and a restrained growl, he came inside her. They continued to kiss, to hold each other in silence, as his dick grew limp inside her.

In stunned silence, Jamie and I got up and left the room.

We stood in awe in the hallway for a while, trying to process all of the delicious sights and sounds we had just witnessed.

And then it hit me. All I could think about was that couple being Jamie and I. Him having his way with me, being his plaything. His cock getting no resistance from my dripping cunt. Feeling him unload spurt after spurt of cum inside me.

I looked at him and caught that particular mischievous glint in his eyes.

I stepped forward and pressed my lips to his, reached down, and found him already rock hard, straining at the zipper on his trousers. I wanted to taste him then and there. To feel every inch of his cock in my mouth as the tip hit the back of my throat.

“Not here,” he half groaned, half mumbled, kissing me with a need I hadn’t felt before. He grabbed my hips, twisted me around, and pushed my back against the wall. His hand squeezed my throat as he kicked my feet wider.

“Do you want me,” he asked, holding my voice in his hands.

I nodded.

“Do you want to be a good little kitten for me tonight?”

An unintentional, needy whine left my lips.

“Oh, that’s what I needed to hear,” he replied, as he pushed me towards the front door.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.