Edna is publishing this confession which was made to her by a strange old man she met in jail whilst carrying out her duties as a voluntary prison visitor. She is unable to reveal the writer's name or else the warders would give him a severe working over and the prisoners would give him a bit of a bashing too.
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I am a 68 year old pervert from Bournemouth. I love to watch naked women. And for this purpose I made many small holes in the bathrooms and and bedrooms of the guest house which I run in Bournemouth; I have also installed video cameras to film all the goings on and I have a bank of screens in my bedroom. You will probably not be surprised to find out that I have also made a few holes in the public toilet on the ground floor so I can watch people doing their business there.
You can rest assured that there have been very few guests in my place whose anatomy I have not examined carefully. I especially enjoy looking at women's bottoms. A nice pair of bottom cheeks always makes me very horny. I quite like men's bottoms too, but not as much as women's. At the moment, in prison, beggars can't be choosers.
If I were to write and tell you of all the many thousands of naked people I have seen, of the many thousands of acts of copulation, urination and defecation I have observed and recorded (initially on VHS, but more recently on state of the art DVD) you would be surprised. Also it would take a very long time.
What I would like to tell you about is one particular incident which has stuck in my mind and which I have spent many happy hours masturbating over here in my cell. When I get out of here, the first thing I shall do when I get home will be to dig out the tape and play it over and over again until I have wanked myself to sleep.
About ten years ago I was catering for a wedding reception at my little hotel and the bride was GORGEOUS. She was aged about 30 and she was VERY FAT. Whilst my staff were attending to the guests I literally prayed for her to go to the toilet so that I could see her naked bum. I was desperate to see it as it promised to be utterly fabulous.
I suppose I must have neglected my duties as proprietor as I kept whizzing out of the kitchen to check on the screens every few minutes. Finally the bride needed a loo visit and I was there glued to the screens to see which cubicle she went into. When she had made her selection I let the camera roll and went into close-up mode.
She was in the cubicle now and, to my amazement, she slipped off her wedding dress, hung it on the hook and stood there in bra and panties. She was fucking glorious: huge tits, stomach bulging over her knickers and arse-cheeks protruding on both sides. My dick was in my right hand by now, ready for action.
She then shocked me. She took out an enormous black dildo from her hand bag, pulled down her knickers and started the clockwork motor and masturbated herself to a climax which made her wads of fat shiver like a row of jellies at a children's party. Clearly she was not waiting for the joys of the wedding night (although I have to say that I watched that later, courtesy of the video camera installed in the bridal suite and she was certainly a bit of a goer with her new husband: three fucks and two blow-jobs).
As you may imagine I wanked like crazy during the delectable scene in my toilet cubicle and came like a tornado onto my studio carpet. After coming, she took a dump (I enjoyed this but my pleasure was somewhat muted by having just come myself), got dressed, flushed the toilet and left the cubicle, looking a little flushed herself.
This event is the sexual pinnacle of my life. I calculate I have masturbated 184 times over it (plus a few failed attempts).
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Adding your comment:
But oh well. Good write.
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