0 comments/ 40083 views/ 2 favorites Nightwatch By: mpqm1968 The tendencies that would play a key role in later life were first realised when, as a late developing and impressionable 18-year old, my parents dispatched me to my aunt and uncle's place in the country for the summer. A somewhat unwilling evacuee, little did I realise that Dawn, the cousin who'd been no more than a giggly pre-teen the last time we'd met at some distant family function, had blossomed into the sort of delight most can but fantasise about. I snuck into Dawn's bedroom one morning, encasing myself in her wardrobe before gently starting to rub my attentive cock over the hem of one of her diaphanous party dresses. Wrapping the light material around my rock hard shaft, I masturbated intently, so immersed the opening of the bedroom door took moments to register. The creak as it shut tight sent a ghostly shiver down my spine, yet a rush of blood to the head of my cock. Peaking breathlessly through the crack in the wardrobe door, my eyes widened like ping pong balls as my luscious cousin, hot and flush from a stroll in the countryside, threw herself down on the bed, so close that if I extended my hand I could touch her. Staring wondrously at the ceiling, she let out a contented sigh as one hand disappeared inside her summer dress, groaning as her tiny thumb and forefinger rolled firmly over her right nipple. At the same time, Dawn's other hand found her crotch, knuckles rising against the fabric of the gingham dress, little whimpers matching the arch of her back as she seemed almost to levitate from the bed, her features contorted yet contented. Suddenly and without warning I joined her in the throes of ecstacy, my wank rewarded with an all-encompassing orgasm, a thick rope of cum sploshing the dress. Yes, that was some introduction to a voyeuristic world of pleasure, the blissful summer of 1982 forever etched on my memory. * * * My true vocation in life was realised when, at the end of the decade, I found a job with a video surveillance company. Tracking insurance fraudsters and benefits cheats, I was able to spy on their furtive moves from behind the lens, cleverly concealed in the back of a van. And the hi-tech equipment came in handy too at home, my neighbours' private lives no longer so. I tell you, it was hard to look them in the face when we met over the fence. Owing to the compensation culture in which we live, by the mid 90's I was able to branch out on my own, soon employing a small staff and getting along very nicely, thank you, so much so that I was soon able to leave the donkey work to my taskforce. Of course I missed the day-to-day contact, though the occasional video brought back for editing had me reaching for my cock. Sadly, 99% of the work was mundane until, that was, the day Penny Murray first turned up in my office. A tall, willowy woman in her early thirties, with shoulder length blonde hair and great boobs, I sat bolt upright in my chair as she waltzed in. No pussyfooting around, she declared: "My bastard of a husband is cheating on me and I want you to get me the evidence...I'm told you're good." I didn't know where the recommendation came from, but I wasn't about to argue, instead looking her up and down, eyes drawn to her breasts, feeling an instant attraction. She handed over a folder containing photographs and the like, taking a stack of notes from her purse and throwing it on the table. "Come up with the goods, Mr Detective, and I'll treble that." "Actually, it's Bill," I replied, extending my hand. She looked disdainfully down her nose, before marching out as quickly as she'd entered. A minute later I was on her trail. Well, I had to find out who the hell this woman was. She climbed into a brand new Mercedes – naturally. Hanging back two car lengths to anticipate her moves, the trail led us to a huge place, out-of-town, greeted by a set of clanking iron grey remote control gates. Sneaking through on foot before the grills clamped shut and, keeping out-of-sight I watched from afar as she parked up in front of the door and ran into the arms of a bronzed sophisticate. Instinct told me this was not Mr Murray. No, Mrs Murray, who wanted her errant husband brought to book, was evidently indulging in the same game. Looking around the estate, it was evident why this guy appealed. They walked arm-in-arm into the mansion and I couldn't help but follow, peering through the window as things became intimate on the couch. Within seconds, Penny was on her knees, tugging her lover's trousers to his ankles and rolling the flaccid cock around in her fingers. Dipping to take the thick purple head between her lips, her lover's fingers stroked her hair, his grip tightening as her head began to bob. This was all too much for me. Groaning, I couldn't help but reach for my cock, wanking furiously. Such was the power of the visual before me, it was over in seconds and I cleaned up quickly, before hotfooting it out of there. Sadly, the subsequent investigation conferred on me by Mrs Murray never quite lived up to that first impression: a few stolen kisses between Mr Murray and his 'bit on the side' caught on camera. Nonetheless, I congratulated myself on a job well done. A week later, Penny returned with the promised bonus, and minus her wedding ring. Dressed in a pink velvet one-piece aerobics outfit, her breasts swung pendulously at face height as I sat glued to my chair. "Thanks Mr Detective," she said simply, adding intriguingly: "We must go for a drink some time." "Yeah, I'd like that." Lucky she couldn't see this side of the table. Well, over four years passed and, surprise, surprise, the call never came. * * * Spring 2005 and it was like déjà vu as Penny came waltzing back into the office, sunglasses perched on her nose and a wide brimmed hat covering her face. Life in the interim seemed to have treated her well. "Mrs Murray," I stuttered, rising from my chair. "It's Mrs King, actually," she corrected, "though not for much longer. Hubby number two is fucking around with his slut of a secretary," she said in her usual curt manner. "Oh Penny, I'm so sorry," I said sympathetically, if not entirely sincerely. "He's bringing the bitch home tonight – thinks I'm in New York." "Tonight," I gasped. "Be ready for four o'clock. And make sure that van of yours is fit for a lady." I followed her arse out of the door, before reaching for my cock. * * * Post-valet, I headed up to the estate where, over fours ago, things first began. The gates creaked open and I drove down the winding path. "Right, you've an hour to get this place wired. And Bill, don't fuck this up." An hour later, I'd fitted a camera in a shoebox on the wardrobe in the master bedroom, and a second on the shelf in the bathroom, well it seemed the right thing to do, before returning to the lofty van, a veritable control centre to compete with NATO. Flicking on the monitor, the two rooms came into full view. Perfect. My heart was racing and my cock throbbing like never before, talk about job satisfaction. It was then that the bathroom door opened, my eyes widening as Penny slunk in, lowering her trousers and panties, the merest hint of bush before she sat. I smiled as the sound kicked in, each splash bringing a heavy tug on my cock. Suddenly Penny bit her bottom lip, hands darting between her legs, shoulders dipping and rising. "Oh yeah," she enthused from the seat. "Oh Bill, fuck me with your huge cock...yes Bill, yes...oh yesssssssss." My speed rose as Penny's fingers blurred at her crotch and, though the overhanging shirt covered her modesty, the look on her face said it all. I grunted loudly, thick rope of speeding cum sploshing the screen, distorting Penny's image as she stood up to right her clothing. Moving quickly, I found a rag and cleaned up. A bang on the side door of the van and I opened up guiltily, watching as Penny stepped up, holding out my salty fingers to help her inside. "Right, get this thing out of sight," she ordered. "He'll be back any time." As I climbed into the driver's seat, parking the van undercover of a knot of trees, Penny took a seat on the futon in the back. Twenty minutes later, the gates clunked open and a Porsche passed close by, the blonde in the passenger seat confirming Penny's hunch, her teeth grinding as I joined her on the futon. The red 'record' symbol appeared in the corner as we settled down to view the evening's proceedings. "Oh Tim, Tim, Tim," Penny mouthed under her breath. * * * After an hour of waiting, Penny's husband Tim stepped into the bedroom, twisting his cuff links. Early forties, he was a handsome fellow, I had to admit. Kate was younger, in her late twenties I imagined, blonde like Penny, the newer model. Stepping up behind her lover, arms entwined around his waist, her mouth nuzzled the back of his neck. He turned and they embraced. I dared not look at Penny, placing a hand to my forehead, a shield between us. In the bedroom, undoing the buttons on her shirt, Kate hesitated, face pained. "Back's killing me, hun...hate those cramped plane seats." She eased down on the bed, the shirt unbuttoned yet in place, staring straight into the camera. "Bitch," hissed Penny next to me, though she made little attempt to avert her eyes from the screen. Tim smiled. "I think I know what you need." Kate's inquisitive look was met with the response: "Shift over onto your tummy." Kate rolled onto her front, stretched down the centre of the bed, allowing Tim to remove her shirt, unhook her bra and ease down her skirt, slipping off the thong, leaving his lover naked yet barely exposed, her shapely bosom concealed beneath. As she shifted to get comfortable, each breast protruded from the sides of her body. 38D Penny spat and, from this position I wasn't about to cast doubt upon the claim. Pressed firmly into the bed, Kate's nipples remained tantalisingly out of sight. My cock was starting to stiffen and I shifted a little, uncomfortable in such close proximity to Penny, yet I was mesmerised to the screen where Tim ran an appreciative finger from the middle of Kate's spine to the peak of her rounded backside. "Now, just relax," he urged, as she wiggled and kicked her angular legs playfully. Kate nodded silently, shifting once more so that her hands came to rest beneath her chin, head staring at the pillow. "You are soooooooo sexy," Tim enthused. Hooking a leg across, the bed heaved and dipped at the centre as it supported his full weight. Hovering inches above her bum, there was minimal contact between the pair. Leaning forward he gently pinched the tops of each shoulder, eliciting a groan from his lover. Fingers moving outwards, Tim kneaded assuredly, hands cupped to compress the tops of each arm. "Oh fuck, yes" came her whisper. "You like?" Her head's vigorous nod prompted his hands to move inside to her shoulder blades, fingertips prodding, leaving a series of white dots on her skin. Extending his thumbs to circle the top of her spine, the action grew ever more vigorous, Kate's groans ever louder. Indeed, she was visibly grinding her crotch into the bed. "Naughty, naughty girl," he admonished. "Yes I am...I'm your naughty little slut," she cooed. "Oh fuck...you don't know how much it turns me on to hear you say that," he responded, fingers stabbing bluntly at the top of her spine. "Oh I think I do," she giggled, between sharp intakes of breath, evidently feeling the tip of his cock that was pressing hard at his boxers against the left cheek of her arse. Flattening his palms, Tim pressed his fingers back up to her shoulders, scooping flesh before pinching at the top. Craning close, he left a small kiss on her shoulder blade before easing back, shifting his knees down the bed so that her bum was revealed. His hands, now impressing the middle of her spine, worked in leisurely circles over her soft flesh, those gorgeous breasts remaining partly concealed. A gentle purr vibrated from Kate's mouth and, though I couldn't see, I suspected she was biting her bottom lip. From my position on the futon, watching the hot seduction unfold, I was unable to stifle the huge sigh. "You're enjoying this," blurted Penny, smiling before running a finger over the bulge in the front of my trousers. "You are enjoying." She took the hand from my crotch and began to pinch her nipples through her shirt. Taking my hand, she pulled it to her boobs. "Come on Bill, show me what a man you are." Penny plumped herself down on my lap, back to me so that she faced the screen. "Fuck yesssssssss," she moaned as I slapped her breasts together, fingers squeezing her shirt, pawing roughly. Her bra light and lacy, I found her nipples hard as two bullets, compressing them between thumb and forefinger, twisting manfully. "Oh yes Bill, make me your slut," she goaded, mimicking Kate's earlier exclamation. Like Tim, the words made me ultra horny. Over Penny's shoulder, I could see Tim lifting his hands, digging the thumbs into Kate's lumbar area, tracing lines down to where her backside curved upwards towards him. "Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh," rang out the enthusiastic response. As Kate shifted slightly, I could see that the area of bed sheet below her pussy was stained dark. Evidently Tim noticed it too "Oh you are a very naughty girl," he mouthed. "And you know what happens to naughty girls..." Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on each raised bum cheek, replaced quickly with flattened palms, coaxing the fleshy excess of those gorgeous buttocks, a rogue finger finding the split of the cheeks, teasing her arsehole with a scrape of the fingernail. Then suddenly and without warning he raised a hand above his shoulder. There was a swish of warm air and the palm connected firmly with Kate's left buttock. "Ow...oh god, oh fuck," she cried, thrusting upwards. "Oh god, oh fuck," mimicked Penny, grinding her arse into my crotch. Tearing open the buttons of her shirt, Penny's tits, caged in a lacy white half cup bra spilled out. Wriggling out of the shirt, she turned in my lap, gripping my hair and pulling my face into her cleavage. Struggling to get my eyes back on the screen, I saw Tim's fingernail course his lover's perineum, tracing a line to the top of her slit, her crotch forced up from the bed. Beneath was a puddle. Tim dipped a finger in the pool, the deposit a gluey consistency, making a point of slurping longingly, tasting her musky lovejuice. "You taste just awesome." Kate's whole body seemed to convulse and I swear she had an orgasm without the merest additional physical stimulation. Certainly when his fingertips found her labia they were slick, his index and middle fingers sliding in easily to the knuckle. Kate could no longer contain herself, letting go a piercing wail. "Oh fuck, yes, Tim..." Once more Penny pulled me to her cleavage, my eyes loosing sight of the screen momentarily as she tore off down her bra. Her heavy breasts jiggled appreciatively. Flicking my tongue over each nipple, Penny's back arched and she moaned loudly, taking a grip of my hair. As I bit each nipple, the grip tightened and Penny's crotch grinded into mine. Losing control, she screamed so loud I swear the others could hear. My head peering up once more, I saw that Tim now held two fingers still at the entrance to Kate's cunt, allowing her to press down upon them. She did so with vigour, frigging herself, angling her body so Tim's fingertips collided into her clit. Her panting was deafening as a second semi-orgasm seemed to take hold, her juices coating the submerged fingers and accommodating further exploration. All but Tim's thumb disappeared inside as Kate thrust. Penny was dispensing butterfly kisses over my face, her head in the way of the screen, so I manoeuvred her into a position where she lay flat down my thighs, head over the knees, and I kept her sweet by twisting her nipples as the action unfolded on the screen. Momentum building, Tim rubbed faster, meeting Kate's thrusts, torturing her clit. Thumb redundant, he smiled as an idea formed, lowering its thick tip to the entrance of her arse. Kate bucked wildly, voice shrill. "Yes, oh God yes....please..." she begged. "Fill your slut's tight little arse." He grinned, lowering further so that the nail breached the tight knot. Kate screamed, flooding the fingers that were embedded deep in her cunt. As Tim's thumb dug a little further, corkscrewing, meeting the expected resistance from her anal muscles, I felt a tingle in my cock, precum haemorrhaging. Despite the resistance, Tim pressed deeper into her anus, a low growl expelled from Kate's mouth as the pressure on her orifices induced a shuddering orgasm. Her body trembled like an electric shock was passing through it and her breath was heavy like an asthmatic. Ripping out my cock, I threw Penny back on the futon, kneeling over her and wiping a dollop of precum over each nipple. Smiling wantonly, she lowered her head whilst I cupped each tit, raising each in turn, feeding the teat into her mouth. She ran her tongue lovingly over each nipple, tasting my seed. Wanking furiously now, I knelt over her, her lips parting as she saw the look of closeness in my eyes. My fist blurred as I pumped. "Oh fuck," I grunted, feeling my balls unload, firing a hot wave of cum. It sploshed her lips and chin, whilst a second wave hit her direct on the tongue. Further spots dotted her neck and tummy as I milked each last drop. As she gulped, swallowing eagerly, I moved closer, spooning the spillage into her willing mouth, cleaning my cock on her soft tongue. Spent, I fell on the futon, silence invading the inside of the van. Up above us the bedroom too was shrouded in silence. To be continued... * * * * * Keep watching. Part II is in the pipeline. Feel free to provide any helpful feedback and suggestions. Nightwatch Rachel and Susan made their way slowly toward the Grand Hotel. The Concierge acknowledged the two constables when they entered the foyer. "Good evening Ladies, have you both drawn the late shift again tonight" "Yes Sam." Rachel replied. "No rest for the wicked," she added with a smile. "Well tonight is the last you will have to baby sit our visiting celebrity," he said. "He leaves for London tomorrow." Sam added, emphasizing London. "I'm sure the fans will be disappointed." Susan replied. "But I know I won't be," she laughed. "My younger sister will be one of the disappointed," Rachel said, turning away. "I've got a double shift tonight so I'll see you two at 2 am when you finish your shift." Sam said, as the girls headed toward the VIP lift. "You see Sam, no rest for the wicked." Rachel called over her shoulder. The ping of the elevator bell interrupted their laughter. Once inside, Susan said. "I didn't know your sister was into country music or that she was a Jamie Robinson fan." "Oh yes, she is crazy about country music and wow I hate to think what she would do to stand guard inside Jamie Robinson's suite." Rachel laughed. "Well if she had to endure what we do when these celebrities visit, she would soon change her mind." Susan replied. "Your right there," Rachel said. "But you have to admit, Jamie isn't bad looking is he." She added. Again the ping of the elevator interrupted their conversation and the doors opened. They were met buy a young male constable as they stepped form the lift. "Oh great," the constable exclaimed with excitement. "I can now get out of here." "Been a tad busy for you George?" Rachel asked, sarcastically. The girls laughed. Then Susan asked, "who's on room duty George?" "Sergeant Wilson, and I think he wants to get to the pub before it closes." he replied. Susan remained alongside George while Rachel made her way toward the VIP Suite. "He's probably emptied the mini bar by now." Rachel called over her shoulder. "I thought that was your responsibility," George replied, with a laugh. Rachel tapped lightly on the door as their laughter subsided. She knew the sergeant would be peering out the spy hole and was tempted to put her eye up to the small glass. Suddenly the door burst open and the Sergeant's burley frame filled the gap. "I'm glad you're here constable," the sergeant said, in his deep gruff voice. "All is quiet and our Celeb is not due in house till around 10 pm." he told her. "I want you to be extra vigilant tonight. It's our Celebs last night and I don't want some sex crazed fan getting to him." He added. "Yes Sergeant, I'll be on my guard sir." She replied. 'There will be a detective on floor duty tonight and a team from the riot squad will be stationed down stairs. Keep your hand-held unit ready incase of trouble.' he added. "Yes sir." She said, stepping into the suite. "And keep this door lock"... The closing of the door cut the conversation off. Rachel began a quick survey of the suite. She noted that the uncomfortable chair still stood in the small alcove entry. Her weary bones began to ache at the thought of another night on that chair. She wasn't sorry that tonight would be the last night. She reached inside her jacket and removed a magazine, placing it on the small table beside the chair. My entertainment for the night, she thought. She continued with a quick check of every room, stopping inside the master bedroom. The large mirror over the bed caught her attention and she smiled inwardly. She noted the ensuite door was open and could see the Shower and large spar bath. Oh! A long soak in that would be nice, she thought. Quickly closing the door, she headed for the kitchenette and made herself a coffee before heading to the alcove. Settling on the chair, she reached for the magazine. MODERN WOMAN the title glared at her. Hmm another entertaining read - Not, she thought. Glancing quickly through, she made mental notes of the articles she would read in depth. Finishing her coffee, she turned to the sealed section titled "How to PLEASE Your Man." Why do we have to do all the pleasing," she said aloud. Carefully tearing open the section, she began to read. Rachel soon became engrossed in the article and laughed lightly at some of the suggestions. She was enjoying the read and soon felt moistness in her lower body. She wondered with a smile if the article had not been written by a double jointed nymphomaniac. Suddenly there was a commotion outside and quickly she slid the magazine under the chair. Standing she undid the pistol cover strap and placed her hand on her revolver. Slowly she made her way to the door, placing her eye to the spy hole. Precisely at the same moment there was a loud rapped on the door. Startled she drew in a sharp breath and jumped back. "Who's there?" She asked, putting her eye back up to the spy hole, hoping the tremor in her voice didn't show. "Senior Detective Anderson," a deep male voice replied, holding up his I.D. some distance back from the eye hole so it could be read. Rachel checked his I.D and noted that Jamie Robinson was sandwiched between two uniformed Police officers. Silently she unlocked and opened the door. Detective Anderson entered and was quickly followed by the other three. Rachel felt like a doorman as they all pushed silently past. The trio stopped at the end of the alcove while the detective did a sweep of the suite. Closing and locking the door, Rachel thought. What does he think I've been doing all this time, sitting on my arse reading a magazine? No need to make a big scene in front of the Celeb. She thought angrily. "All clear," Anderson called, interrupting her thoughts. The trio stepped further into the room. The two officers stopped shortly after and detective Anderson glanced at Rachel then asked Jamie. 'Do you want me to leave an extra man inside tonight Sir?" "No I can't see why tonight would be any different from the others, thank you detective." Jamie replied quietly. Do you think I'm going to rape him? Rachel thought, furiously. "Very well Sir, Goodnight," he replied, ushering the two uniformed officers toward the door. Rachel wasn't going to open the door and deliberately stood at the entry of the alcove. She followed them to the door way and the detective turned to say something but Rachel closed the door noisily, cutting off any conversation. "Would you like a coffee with me Rachel?" Jamie asked. Startled at the question and also the fact he knew her name, Rachel answered guardedly, "Yes, if that is okay," and made her way into the main room. "How do you prefer it?" Jamie asked. "Regulat.... she began then remembered she was not at the station. "White and two," she continued. Jamie passed Rachel her coffee and Rachel asked. "How did you know my name?" "Your name badge," he replied, with a smile and then continued, "I noticed it the first night you were here, Rachel Brown." "Oh!" Rachel mumbled, "and I want to become a detective," she laughed nervously, blushing. Jamie laughed loudly. "It's been a long day," he said. 'Help yourself to the television," he added, "or the bar even," he whispered, as he passed her and headed toward the bedroom. "I'll be alright," she called after him and headed to the kitchenette. "Goodnight Mr. Robinson," she said, turning out the light and heading toward the alcove. "Goodnight Rachel," Jamie called back. Rachel settled on the hard chair and again began to read her magazine. Sometime later the sound of the shower registered with her but she did not immediately move from the alcove. Finishing the paragraph she was reading, Rachel rose and decided to do a security sweep of the suite. Reaching the entry to the main room she noticed the bedroom door ajar. In the mirror she saw the reflection of Jamie Robinson naked, climbing from the shower. Frozen, she stood mesmerised by the sight of his perfectly muscle, body. Her eyes became transfixed on his large hanging manhood and she felt an instant wetness in her crutch. She continued to stand silently watching in awe as his organ swung loosely from side to side and up and down while he dried himself. The wetness between her legs became more intense and reluctantly she withdrew in fear of embarrassing herself. Rachel grasped the chair back. Her hands shook and her legs trembled. She leaned forward over the chair for support. Her pubic bone pushed gently into the timber back and when she raised her leg onto the seat to steady herself, her clitoris rested on the edge. Rachel jerked as if given an electric shock and a slight moan escaped her lips. Her body's excitement quickly took over her and gently she rocked back and forth across the timber and her orgasm slowly began to build. The image of Jamie stepping from the shower intermingled with images from the article she had been reading and soon she was enveloped in ecstasy. Her orgasm exploded and she reached for the magazine and bit hard into it, hoping to stifle her moans. A noise from the bedroom startled her. Furtively she crept toward the slightly opened door. Peering in, she noticed Jamie, naked on the bed, his engorged penis stood wavering in the air. Looking toward her he smiled and said. "Isn't it your job to take care of me constable?" Rachel stepped from her cum soaked panties and smiling, she slowly moved forward undoing her belt that held her handcuffs, pistol and radio. She laid her belt within easy reach and leaning forward, gently blew on his rigid organ before taking the large purple head in her mouth. "Hmmm" Jamie moaned while she slowly moved her head up and down. "Oh that is nice," Jamie murmured softly as she flicked quickly with her tongue. Rachel lifted her head and raising her skirt stepped onto the bed and straddled the hard angry organ. Jamie moaned in pleasure when she grasped his member and slowly moved back and forth, moistening its head with her juices. Rachel slowly began to impale herself and Jamie grasped the sheet with both hands, biting his lips to stifle his moans of pleasured agony. Rachel slowed her ascent, allowing her body to accept his powerful member. Her body quickly obliged and soon she was madly riding his throbbing manhood. She desperately wanted to undo her shirt and allow him access to her breasts but the need to have him deep inside her was greater and she couldn't stop. Suddenly Jamie grasped her hips and began thrusting deep into her. Rachel matched his every thrust and soon the room resonated with their guttural moans, as they both exploded in torrid orgasm. Rachel leaned forward and kissed him passionately, then raised herself upward. "Thank you." She said, huskily. "That was delightful," she moaned softly while gently rocking back and forth on his deflating organ. "Hmmm, I must agree," Jamie moaned sleepily. Rachel slowly disengaged herself from his body and reached for her belt and panties. "Must you go?" Jamie asked drowsily. "You know I must," she replied, clipping on her belt. She bent and kissed him. "You have a good flight." She whispered, turning toward the door. "When ... he began but Rachel raised a finger to her lips and began to slowly close the door. As she closed it proper she heard him begin to softly sing, "Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter." Rachel smiled and hurried toward the alcove. A rap on the door startled her and she peered through the spy hole. Senior Constable Jackson stood grinning and holding up his I.D. Rachel silently opened the door and Jackson stepped inside. "Our Celeb tucked tightly in bed?" He asked, with a grin. "Yes Senior," Rachel answered. "Great, you enjoy your day off then Constable." He said, holding the door open for her. "Thank you Senior." She replied, pushing quickly past, fearful that he would smell the odour of fresh sex emanating from her. The door closed softly behind her and a tingle of excitement enveloped her while she slowly made her way to the elevator. Nightwatch Ch. 02 To appreciate this sequel fully, I would strongly recommend reading the first instalment 'Nightwatch' by the same author. When I awoke – it probably couldn't have been any more than 20 minutes later – night had begun to settle outside, blanking out the already shaded windows of the van like a set of shutters. Inside was grey, the only light seeping from the screen to my right that focussed on the bed occupied by a naked and dozing Kate. Tim was nowhere to be seen. Beside me, Penny too snoozed, her fleshy orbs heaving and deflating with the motion of breathing. Snail-like tracks of cum coated the flesh, whilst her hair stuck thickly to her forehead. Glancing away, I stole a quick opportunity to turn on the monitor linked to the secret camera installed in the bathroom. Sure enough, there was Tim, admiring his naked physique in the mirror. A decade my junior, his muscles were toned, his body tanned and he was well endowed, albeit flaccid. I emitted a low growl lowly at the thought of what might be to come, before killing the connection to the bathroom. Looking back to the other screen, instinct told me something in the bedroom had changed, my eyes drawn to the silver bucket on the dresser. Beyond that, Kate lay on top of the bed, outside the sheets, stirring as Tim came to hover at the edge of the screen. Like me, he was surveying Kate's lithe young body, a pair of crossed legs teasingly concealing her pussy though her wonderfully crafted tits were revealed, prompting a small nod of appreciation from this side of the screen. A natural 38D, they overhung her slender body curving slightly apart, and fronted by the perkiest, pinkest nipples I'd ever seen. I took a huge breath, already re-aroused and anxious to learn what further treats Tim had in store for his lover. Thankfully the wait was not to be a long one, as Kate stretched and came too, her and toes fingers extending and a soft sigh escaping her lips. Looking up through bleary eyes and remembering where she was, she smiled. "You are one sexy lady," Tim observed, before adding: "Now put your arms above your head." Sitting up, back pressed against the headrest, Kate looked back quizzically but consented, caught perhaps still in a lingering haze of sleep. Tim climbed aboard, shuffling close on his embedded knees until he straddled her lap, his strong hair covered chest pressed to hers. Kate sat statuesque, hands held above her head as decreed. Taking the back of her neck roughly in hand, Tim fused his face into hers. Though the act itself was hidden from view, I imagined their tongues flicking, moaning into one another's mouths. Kate went to lower her arms in an attempt to ruffle his hair, stopping suddenly as Tim admonished: "Keep them up." Easing back down her legs, he reached out to grab something from the floor, unravelling the silken belt of a dressing gown. Elevating on his knees to Kate's wrists and holding them firmly together, Tim lashed the belt around each, securing the slender wrists tightly. "Ooh," Kate breathed hoarsely, a hybrid of surprise and pleasure lighting her features. Standing up a little unsteadily, Tim hooked the excess belt over the overhanging light fitting above the bed, levering until Kate's arse levitated, her arms straight above. Pushing two pillows below her buttocks, Kate's pussy was forced upwards, just her heels making contact with the bed. Stepping back, he allowed a moment to admire his handiwork. Kate's breathing was staccato, her breasts trembling. "Oh shit, yes," she growled. "You are one dirty fucker." Unsurprisingly I found myself almost subconsciously reaching for my hardening cock, drawing back the thick foreskin gently over the purple helmet, still slick with the remnants of the earlier ejaculation. Soon my thick shaft was filling my fist. Tim smiled, easing off the bed and moving towards the dresser, taking the champagne bottle from the bucket. A dull pop and the flute in his other hand fizzed violently, dying down quickly like a firework. "Cheers," he toasted. "Here's to us." I looked away momentarily, over at Penny, almost guiltily, but she remained oblivious to the events unfolding on the screen. As Tim sipped at the flute, Kate said nothing, awaiting her lover's next move. Slowly he turned, reaching back inside the bucket, before remounting the bed. Straddling the tethered Kate once more, he craned into her breasts, Kate's mouth forming a perfect 'O' for the camera. Kate's right breast was just visible. The ice cube homed in on the nipple, its sharp square edge brushing over and over the rosy teat. Freezing water dispersed upon contact, trickling down the wide curve of her breast in several tributaries. She shook visibly, sucking the air loudly before groaning: "Oh fuck, you bastard…yesssssssss." Eyes glued to the screen, fearing I'd shoot my load too early, I eased off, instead stroking my balls and squeezing them lightly. I wanted the night to go on forever. I wanted Tim to do things to Kate that I could only fantasise about. This night was going to be replayed and replayed until the tape wore out. Finally, 15 years of crouching in the back of a dank smelling van or hiding in some wet field in inclement weather, was being rewarded. And how so! Taking the hand away from my cock momentarily, I reached over to the controls to zoom in on Kate's body. The nipple swelled immediately, twitching as Tim ran the edge of the ice cube back and forth, more freezing water cascading down the heaving mammary, Kate's shrieks of pleasure filling the room, and the van. Moving across, he repeated the move on the left nipple until the cube was no larger than a dice, the icy deposits having snaked their way down Kate's belly to her pussy. And oh what a pussy: now on show as she spread her legs, there was the tell-tale sign of glistening arousal blending with the water from the cube. The sight of those moist pink folds had me tugging uncontrollably once more on my hard cock, precum bubbling at the eye and sliding down the head like larva from a volcano. "Oh fuck, yes," I mouthed, face contorted, as excited, if not more so, as the participants. Reaching back to the dresser, Tim took a second swig from the flute, swilling the contents around his mouth and tilting his head. Leaning in, he forced his lips firmly against Kate's. Her mouth opened wide to meet his, the tepid liquid passing between them, dancing on her taste buds. Tim's tongue worked against his lover's as she swallowed, some of the champagne trickling down the sides of her mouth. Rubbing his index finger over her chin, he fed it into her tightly pursed lips, Kate's eyes illuminating as she sucked upon the finger like a small cock, body swaying. Shuffling back on bended knees, Tim angled the bottle so that the champagne pooled around each of Kate's areolae, craning quickly to lap up the bubbling wine with an eager tongue. Kate's body rocked and her front teeth sank into her bottom lip as his tongue brought heat to her breasts. Remaining crouched, he lashed each erect nipple with a rough tongue until Kate cried out loud. Feeling a familiar aching in my balls, once more I eased off, checking aside to see that Penny remained asleep before feasting back on the screen. His hands moving to the sides of her body, Tim pressed each huge orb to form a formidable cleavage, digging his fingertips into the flesh and squeezing firmly. Taking thumb and forefinger he rolled each nipple, twisting them apart. Kate's groans were now intent, heightening yet further as her lover kissed his way down every inch of soft flesh on her stomach, stopping only to swirl his tongue around the crevice of her navel. Prising her legs apart, Tim placed a hand beneath each calf, lifting to position a knee either side of his ox-like shoulders, staring straight down her pussy, its pronounced lips petalling and craving attention. Fingers clasped her arse as he jockeyed for position, he placed a tender kiss on her right inner thigh, running his tongue over the flesh before sinking in his teeth. Tooth enamel scraped all the way to the top, Kate's groans turning to moans. A light kiss on her labia and his lips smacked with her musk, tongue ensuring to scoop up every last trace. "Does your little slut taste good?" she teased, thrusting her hips forward, clamping his face. Tim held there for a minute, his precise actions hidden from view, yet reflected in the changing expression on Kate's face, as no doubt he lashed her clit with an eager tongue. Certainly, she looked close to orgasm and her cries had me fumbling for the volume control. "Enjoying the show?" rang out a voice from behind me, followed closely by a pointless attempt to cover my genitalia. Penny sat up, yawning like a hungry lioness. "You are recording this, I hope." I nodded. "Don't worry you'll get your money's worth." "You too, by the looks," she replied, eyes lowering to the fist that was wrapped tightly around my shaft. "I should report you," she sneered. "You're a disgrace to your profession." I looked back disdainfully. "And I should slap your arse." "Promises, promises," she cooed, raising her eyebrows. Standing, stark naked still and making no attempt to cover up, she shuffled over, spreading across my knee. Supported either side by fingers and toes her arse wiggled enticingly in the middle. Thankfully my view of the screen remained unimpaired. "Well?" she goaded. I looked briefly from her buttocks rising and falling on my lap to the screen, where things were starting to hot up. Tim had placed all four pillows below Kate's arse so that she was almost perfectly flat at the middle, her ripe cunt pressed out and framed perfectly in close-up. Reaching aside, he took the bottle of champagne, tilting it to her belly. The remains fizzed and pooled before trickling to her snatch where he was quick to lap, once more breaching her labia with an eager tongue. Tim remained there for a minute or so, as Kate's squeals grew ever louder, ever more insistent. At the same time, Penny continued to wriggle against my thigh, though my attention was fully focused on the screen. With Tim's face immersed, Kate's body jerked, the resultant orgasm seemingly catching them both unawares. Ears pressed tight against the soft inner thighs nonetheless he could not fail to hear the shuddering scream of pure pleasure as she came hard on his face. Tim supped contentedly, tasting her juices among the bubbles. "Well?" rang out Penny's prompt from below. "Why don't you shut the fuck up?" "Make me." Worked up into a state of frenzy by the show up on the screen, I raised a hand high above my shoulder, holding it there as Penny held her breath, clenching her butt. "What you say?" I enquired with menace. "I said make me," she responded defiantly. I reached back further until my shoulder almost came out of its socket. A swoosh of warm air, a blurred arc as I threw all my weight behind the motion, and the palm landed with a thunderous clap…SPANKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Evidently Penny hadn't expected to call my bluff for she shrieked as much in surprise as pain. "Owwwwwwwwwww." I looked down to admire my handiwork: a pinkish-purple palm print, split by the crack of her arse. Penny was sucking air through her lips and teeth and cursing under her breath. She went to rise but I nudged her back down, holding her there with a sure, strong hand. "Let me go," she cried. "This isn't funny anymore." Those words, her admission of vulnerability, always made me cum there and then, and I swear my cock grew an extra half an inch in all directions. "Let me go, Bill," she whined. Momentarily my eyes wandered back to the screen where Tim's face continued to be buried between Kate's legs. Wow, this guy was eager. Though it was hidden from me, I visualised a hot tongue working feverishly, the tip lashing her swollen clit as he probed the pink, squishy folds. Hands gripping her waist, over and over he worked, concentrating every effort on that inch long fleshy organ, Kate's body thrashing wildly above. By now she was screaming as her body gave in to his fervent ministrations. "Oh…fuck…fuck…fuck…I'm cumming," she wailed. "Don't stop…yesssssssssss." Both hands ensuring Penny stayed over my knee, my cock remained sadly neglected, yet still attentive, pointing back at the screen. Unlike Kate who was wailing the house down, Penny had gone quiet, just her heightened breathing audible inside the van, as she awaited my next move. Occasionally she would try to rise, but my weight held her firmly in place. Reaching underneath, I gripped her left nipple tightly and twisted it, eliciting a yelp. Yet the way Penny rubbed her crotch against my thigh, leaving a dewy deposit, suggested she was as aroused as I. In fact I could be forgiven for believing that Penny was enjoying every single moment of my dominance. My eyes darted from Penny's soft butt, yearning to be spanked once more, to the scene in the bedroom. Tim's face still was burrowed so deep in Kate's cunt, so deep in fact I feared he might become asphyxiated. Kate's body convulsed as the gush of liquid desire washed over Tim's tongue and lips. She rocked, the light fitting creaking with the pressure. Finally he rose for air, to see her body limp, legs like jelly, moaning lightly as he wiped the back of his hand over his face. Turning my attention back to Penny, I raised a hand once more. Catching a breath, I unleashed another hard slap on her buttocks. The slap less of a surprise nonetheless she yelped, buttocks rippling. Her body bucked and she pressed harder against my thigh. The screen once more vying for my time, I glanced up to observe Kate, now un-tethered, crawling on to all fours, staring straight at the camera. Tim took up a position behind, motioning as if he were rubbing the tip of his cock back and forth over her perineum. My hunch was confirmed by Kate's husky enthuse: "Ooh, are you going to fuck my bottie?" The lust in her eyes was driving me crazy, my cock so hard it was truly uncomfortable, yet my hands were otherwise occupied, one set of fingers working Penny's nipples, the other holding her in place. Though what degree of force was required was unclear. Above me, Tim scrunched up his nose, then the rest of his face as he jerked at Kate's back, hands hooked over her shoulders, just his upper body visible from behind his spreadeagled lover. Her sucking-in of air and the manner in which her face contorted indicated that her arsehole had just been breached – hard. As Tim began to rock, Kate's breath quickened as her tightest hole was stretched. The scene was all too much and I couldn't help but press a fingertip into Penny's arsehole, elicting a yelp. Corkscrewing to the knuckle, I felt her body push back, enveloping the finger and bucking as lust overtook. Twisting, I buried the whole finger in the warm shit tunnel, a shriek of lust vibrating on her lips. Slowly she started to work back and forth, fucking my finger as she clenched. Stopping suddenly she looked up and entreated: "Give me your cock. I need your fucking cock, Bill. Give it to me!" On the screen, Tim was slamming hard into Kate, flesh slapping flesh, moans rising in unison. Reaching down to grab her hair and pull her head to his face, his hot breath burned her neck. Her tits bounced as his cock dug her sphincter over and over. "Ohhhhhhhhh God, yesssssssssss," she cried. I wasn't prepared for what came next, my eyes bulging, struggling to contain an ejaculation… Keep watching for Part 3, following shortly. All feedback is welcome. Nightwatch Ch. 03 This is the final instalment of the tale. Readers are recommended to familiarise with Parts 1 and 2. With Penny spread across my lap, helpless to my whim, and Tim buggering Kate so hard it was a wonder his cock didn't break off, I very nearly dumped a wad of hot seed over Penny's spine there and then. The expansive bloodshot head twitched nervously, the thick shaft trembling, the merest stimulation threatening to set it off. Gratefully my hands were otherwise engaged, one set of fingers busily working Penny's nipples in time to her frenzied breathing, compressing and rolling, the others positioned as one would hold a ten-pin bowling ball. "Oh shit Bill, you're gonna make me cum," she exhaled. "Don't you fucking dare," I barked. "Not till I say." "No…sir," she replied humbly. My smile broadened and a tingle reverberated through my groin. To see this previously sassy, confident and authoritative woman reduced to a shambling apologist conferred on me such a buzz. I daren't look at my cock, let alone touch it. Instead, all my efforts were concentrated on Penny, thick thumb tight against her sphincter, whilst two fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy. At the same time, I extended and squeezed the swollen teats on her breasts like a dairy farmer milking a prize cow. Alas, precum continued to seep from the eye at an alarming rate and the jerking intensified, so much so that, unless evasive action was taken, I was surely about to shoot. Ejecting the greasy digits from her holes and finally releasing the pressure on her clit and sphincter, I was able to administer some preventative aid to my engorged cock, pinching firmly at the shaft just below the bulbous head. Breathing evenly, thinking neutral thoughts, thankfully the moment passed. However, Tim's latest move threatened to push me back over the edge. Taking a firm grip on Kate's shoulder, his other hand wandered across the bed covers like a spider scuttling for shelter. Fumbling at the drawer, it eased open and he fished inside, emerging triumphantly with the hugest dildo I'd ever set eyes upon. A foot long at least, it was the girth that was the most impressive: as thick as my wrist, tapering to a bulbous strawberry shaped helmet. Thick ridged veins ran its impressive length as Tim held it in his fist like a trophy. In slow motion his arm arced round, moving the monster between Kate's face and the camera lens, momentarily obscuring her pretty features. As his lover realised what was afoot, those pretty features turned to shock. "Oh Tim, Tim, Tim," I whispered. "You are one helluva guy." Penny's glance aside, her little nose scrunched in disdain, was met with a cessation of the pleasure to her cunt, followed by a sharp crack of the palm to her already tender butt. However, by now accustomed to the pain, the resultant reaction was little more than a grunt. I smiled inwardly, estimating what would gain a more positive reaction. Hands locked around her waist, I lifted until she sat upright on my thighs facing towards the screen, my erection prodding her back and depositing a dewy blob of precum. Immediately she went to turn away, haunted by the vision of Tim pleasuring Kate with every hard thrust into her ravaged sphincter, whilst the thick rubber head of the dildo ran the length of her labia. Raising a hand, I turned her chin frontward, forcing her to watch. "You are one sick fucker," she spat, before rising on her haunches and slamming back hard, impaling that soft, wet cunt on my thick cock. Breathing deeply, I rose to meet the descent, thrusting upwards and ramming deep into her cervix. She cried in sheer pleasure as my shaft worked in and out with vigour. God knows how I managed to hold back. Up on the screen, after what seemed like an eternity of teasing her outer labia, Tim finally pressed the monstrous dildo into Kate's pussy lips, eliciting a squeal of pleasure as the pinkness enveloped the fat head, then the shaft. Perfectly framed for the camera, Penny and I watched in awe as inch by thick inch the thing disappeared up inside Kate. I grinned, imagining the dildo pushing against Tim's rampaging cock, just a thin membrane of tissue between the two. As the dildo met an evidently sensitive clit, Kate howled her pleasure, tits jiggling like water-filled balloons. "Fuck meeeeeeeee," she moaned. This side of the screen, Penny was as animated, if not more so, bouncing up and down on my concrete hard shaft, wailing deafeningly. Cuntjuice ran in rivulets down my shaft, pooling in the thick halo of pubic hair. In and out I thrust, each stroke bringing the potential earth-shattering orgasm closer. As I moulded her breasts firmly with a strong pair of hands, Penny aped Kate's actions. Stealing a glance over her shoulder, I observed Tim eagerly pistoning the dildo in and out of Kate's cunt, matching the rhythm of his strokes from the rear. Only breathlessness stopped Kate from wailing like a banshee, her holes dilated and scarlet with pain, rag doll body at the mercy of the highly inventive Tim. With a release that seemed to shake the room, he came hard in her arse, cum swilling around the tunnel and flooding her bowels. The dildo exiting her cunt, she came in a gush, her gasp marking a release, face contorting and eyes rolling back in her head. Tim slowed to a stop, his wrist obviously sore with effort, taking his lover in his arms, the pair flopping in a heap. At the same time, Penny squealed and spurted all over the tip of my cock, the motion causing an opposite and equal reaction, a wave of spunk jetting like a hydrant, flooding her womb. The last thing I remembered was Penny falling back with me as the futon rose to greet us. * * * Awakening to a chorus of birdsong, I tentatively opened a gluey eye, then the other, before fully appreciating where I was and what had gone before. The night's sleep heavily sprinkled with erotic dreams, none had quite matched that I'd actually witnessed, or indeed partaken of. The culmination of 25 years of fantasy had been realised in one incredible night and I shook my head in disbelief, before becoming aware of the weight concentrated upon my chest. Stretched the length of the futon with me, Penny laid above, face buried in the forest of hair at my chest. A little too much movement on my part and her eyelids opened. The realisation quickly dawning, a scowl appeared on her face and she was quick to throw herself off, reaching for the pile of discarded clothes. "Don't say…don't do anything," she warned, a palm held up in protest. "Just give me the tape and I'll send you the cheque." Rising, I rubbed a stubbly cheek. "I can't do that." She eyed me suspiciously. "Gotta edit and transfer to DVD." Penny nodded slowly, before displaying the impatience for which she was renowned. "How long is this editing going to take?" "A day or two tops." Wagging her finger she warned: "Don't fuck me around Bill." Face clouded as she breezed past, the side panel door slid open, a welcome waft of spring morning rushing into the tepid air of a van that was hung thickly with the aroma of sweat and sex. Twigs snapped underfoot as she headed busily into a thicket, the distant sound of a stream of piss bringing a smile to my lips. Resisting the temptation to follow, I was struck by an even better idea and was not to be disappointed. Reactivating the link to the bedroom, I grinned at the sight. These two were insatiable. Oh how I was going to miss them when the assignment ended. And sadly the end was frustratingly close. Her slender back to the camera, Kate sat bolt upright, knees bent either side of Tim's middle, backside moving easily against her lover's morning glory. Hands raised, Tim cupped and squeezed her breasts. Both panted as orgasms ranged close. Suddenly the side door slid back and Penny stepped inside, shivering as she did so. A blacker look than the one she'd departed with greeted the scene on the screen. "Turn that off," she barked, just as Kate was overcome by the most monumental orgasm, shrieking and collapsing forward into Tim's strong arms. "Turn it off now," Penny ordered. The degree of vitriol took me quite by surprise. However the moment was diffused as Tim jinked, Kate rolling aside and out of frame as he reached for the bedside phone. Suddenly Penny's mobile vibrated. Heaving a deep breath she flipped it open, stepping once more from the van. Luckily I was able to follow the conversation via Tim's onscreen words though Penny's became muted the further away she moved. Yet Penny's exit did have one advantage: I was able to focus on Kate as she climbed into the shower, the action recorded for posterity. "So how was your trip?" enquired Tim. "I've had better," Penny replied curtly. "You miss me?" The irony in her voice was evident. "Of course," he lied, "though I have been damned busy at the office." "Awwwwww, work been getting on top of you," she observed, demonstrating a spark of wit. "You could say that," he smiled, forming his own take on the words. "Maybe that secretary of yours needs to share the load a little more," she shot back, causing me to laugh out loud. As she disappeared from hearing range, my attention turned to Kate, partly visible as she showered. Lather clung to her shapely breasts as tiny fingers worked the undersides. Reaching gingerly to her pubic mound and arse, she softly emitted a sucking-in of air as the caustic foam found her stretched and ravaged crevices. Stepping under the sprinkle, water cascaded from the shower head, displacing the layer of soap and leaving her body bare. One ear on the world outside the van, approaching footsteps prompted me to kill the connection, smiling at the thought of digesting it all later – over and over and over. In fact there was enough hot footage amassing to keep me in wank material for years to come. Penny sat down in silence, a silence that prevailed for an hour before Tim and Kate vacated the house, Penny's cue to head up the path. I followed to retrieve the equipment, the assignment seemingly complete. Yet it couldn't seem less complete and something troubled me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, call it the experience of years, but something wasn't quite right. A plan quickly evolved in my head and, hastening upstairs I removed the camera in the bathroom, electing to leave the one in the bedroom. Though I did ensure to move it to a new pitch and all that Penny observed was my exit with one camera – a perfectly normal scenario. "The tape, Bill…as soon as…" rang out her parting shot. I nodded. * * * My office was silent, the editing having taken longer than envisaged owing to a propensity to keep reaching for my cock. It was nightfall before the DVD was ready. I really, really didn't want to let it go but the £2,500 Penny was paying would help to keep the bank manager happy a little while longer. Penny left a chase-up at around eight p.m., followed by two more during the next hour. However, I headed off home, leaving the messages unanswered and with the evidence undelivered. My mind was racing with theories. * * * Following a much needed good night's sleep, it was gone ten a.m. before I made it into the office. Penny had already phoned a half a dozen more times, the messages getting ever more agitated. A familiar figure sat arrived in reception shortly after. "What's all this about?" enquired Tim as he followed into my office. Removing the disc from its case, I slotted it into the machine. It showed Kate lying on the bed in a familiar pose, comfortably naked and glowing with the anticipation of the hot sex that was to follow. At the edge of the screen, the silver champagne bucket was clearly visible. From an initial state of ambivalence, Tim started to take notice. Eyes slanting he enquired: "What the hell is this?" On screen, Kate felt aside, groping for the bottle of baby oil. Slender fingers coated her breasts, dispersing the lotion, an excited gasp escaping her lips. Moving down her belly, she skirted her snatch, caressing her inner thighs. "What the hell is this?" Tim repeated. My silence maintained, what came next took him by complete surprise, his chin dropping markedly. "Oh fuck." Into the scene stepped Penny, clad only in a light, airy kimono and the skimpiest of thongs. Next moment the cork shot from the bottle, two flutes clinking in celebration. "We did it!" enthused Penny, leaning in. "We only fucking did it. We actually fucked him over." "Yes we did," smiled Kate, exchanging a brief kiss. "Though you didn't need to look like you enjoyed it quite so much," chided Penny, pulling back. Kate pouted. "Does that mean you're going to have to punish me?" Penny rubbed her chin. "I think I ought to." In his chair, Tim shuffled uneasily as the realisation of the sting hit home. "That pair of bitches cooked this whole thing up?" he mused. On screen, Penny took firm hold of Kate's hair, pulling the younger girl's face to hers. Unseen to Kate, the other hand crept inside, deftly sliding the nipple clamp over her lover's breast, before snapping it tight. "Ow," cried Kate, before sucking the air in a staccato manner. "Arrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhh." "You bad, bad girl," whispered Penny, reaching to flick the metal clasp, inflicting further pain on her charge. "And you know what happens to bad girls…" Kate ingested air like a wheezy smoker, eyes wide and alert, playfully pleading with Penny not to hurt her any more. Penny grinned, evening up the balance with a cold clamp over the other erect teat. Kate screamed, a stream of expletives unleashed, until Penny pressed a finger to her lips. "Bend over, slut, and shut the fuck up." Kate did as ordered, retaining her silence whilst wiggling her bum for the camera. Pink, swollen and moist pussy lips peeped alluringly through her thighs. Taking a second or two to admire, Penny lifted the riding crop from the dresser, delivering three sharp lashes across the younger girl's arse and pussy. Kate screeched, her eyes welling with tears yet, as she shifted to try to offload the pain at her rear, the pressure on her nipples intensified. Fumbling almost blindly, she begged for mercy. Penny responded with another salvo of cracks, supplementing the pain in her backside with a tweak of each clamp. Kate writhed on the bed in a hybrid of pleasure and pain, the two blurring as her body submitted to Penny. A brief moment's respite and Penny disappeared from camera view, shielded on Kate's blind side. Evidently her tongue found the underside of Kate's pussy, for the younger girl's face contorted in lust. The sound of lapping filled the room. They remained that way for minutes, the intensity of Penny's ministrations mirrored on Kate's face like a rising barometer. Eyes shut tight, lips circular, Kate fought to control the impending orgasm as Penny's tongue worked deeper, face pressed in tight. Rising for air, Penny's lips glistened with the juices of her young conquest. "How does your slut taste?" mouthed Kate, the earlier pain soothed in the most satisfying fashion. "My slut tastes awesome," responded Penny, smacking her lips together. "Now I am going to fuck you harder and deeper than any cock ever has and ever will." I glanced over to see Tim's eyebrows rise. Kate's body trembled in anticipation as Penny raised her lower arm, hinged at the elbow. Fingers wrapped tightly, thumb pressed beneath, the hand resembled the head of a swan. In a moment of pure joy, Kate shifted position so that her arse smiled straight back into the camera. Reaching down, Penny pushed into Kate's cunt, the four fingernails and thumbnail disappearing from view as the lips parted easily at first. Kate registered her pleasure with a gasp and Penny responded with a backhand to the arse with her free hand, prompting Kate to squirm against the one excavating her cunt. Penny kept turning her wrist, the digits disappearing gradually, Kate's sighs becoming ever louder, until the knuckles encountered resistance. Stopping for a short while, Penny allowed Kate to relax before she corkscrewed, pushing harder and forcing the knuckles inside. Evidently her fingertips found the other girl's clit, for the impact drew a deep growl. Slowly, working deeper, the fingers eventually disappeared fully inside Kate, to an accompaniment of groaning. Working back and forth, just the back of Penny's hand remained visible, yet she wasn't about to stop there. Shifting position once more she turned her hand 180 degrees, wrist facing up, and beginning to shovel. Kate's moans filled the air as her cunt was invaded. "No more…pleeeeeeze," she bawled. The appeal merely prompted Penny to force harder, the sinew around her hand dilating as the fist worked ever deeper, fingers curled. With one huge effort and, despite the resistance from the stretched tissue, the whole hand was buried triumphantly in sopping wet pussy. "Oh fuck, yes," cried Kate, working her body in rhythm to Penny's excavation. Kate's body shook violently before a huge orgasm engulfed her. As Penny's fist exited, Kate's juices jetted from her cunt, her screams deafening. Penny spent the next few minutes eagerly lapping up the expulsion from her lover's thighs. * * * The cylindrical metal barrel in the far corner of the car park spluttered with fire, billowing noxious fumes as Tim and I fed in the tapes and reels, prodding with a stick. Penny's evidence of Tim's adultery would soon be gone for good. It had been hard to part with but the fifty grand in the office safe helped cushion the blow. Besides which there were still a few choice snippets that remained: those secretly secretly-filmed bathroom scenes no one but I knew about. The plastic scorched, melted and gave a tiny explosion before all that was left were a few charred remains among a syrupy black puddle in the bottom of the barrel. Tim smiled thinly and was gone. Back in the office, I decided it was finally time to put Penny out of her misery. Voice deliberately shaky I spoke. "Hi, it's Bill." Penny was understandably adversarial. "Bill, you piece of shit…what the fuck is happening with my tape? Cross me and you'll live to regret it, you fucker." A short pause greeted her volley of abuse, before I replied. "Tim knows about the tape." A longer pause at her end followed and I swear I could hear her body shake. Certainly there was a tremble to her voice as she croaked: "T-t-t-Tim what? H-h-h-how?" "He knew exactly what was going on. He was having you followed all along." "Fuck," was all she could muster, every ounce of resolve drained. In my humblest of tones I continued: "He threatened to have us both killed unless I gave him everything I had." "Oh fuck." In a performance worthy of an Oscar I concluded: "I had no choice. He had a gun to my head. And I don't think staying in London's a good idea either." That was the last I ever saw or heard of Penny. Of course, I never intended to flee – myself, though I did need a break and almost on cue the phone rang. Rather than picking it up, I listened through the intercom. "Bill, it's your cousin Dawn." My heart fluttered. Wow, full circle I thought, a smile breaking out on my lips. Reaching for the receiver I replied: "Hi Dawn. This is unexpected." "Yeah," she laughed. "Sorry I've left it so long. You know how things are." I smiled, knowing only too well. "Bit of a favour needed," she continued. "It's Emma's eighteenth birthday this weekend and we're throwing a bit of a party." "Emma's eighteen? Jeez, time flies. That must make Natalie, what, twenty? No!" Subconsciously my hand strayed to my crotch where it found a rock hard cock. "Can you bring your camcorder and film it for us?" I grinned. "How could I possibly refuse my favourite cousin?" Nightwatch Ch. 03 Leaning back in the office chair, hands behind my head, I drew a deep breath. The end.