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Peeper

By: KingstonM



I'll expect you to be properly attired later. 

He pulls her to her feet and takes hold of her breasts, pinching her nipples hard and twisting them. She moans loudly, "Feels soo good...god I miss Your touch already. What is your request, Sir? How would You like me to come to You?"

Request or order, slut? 

He slaps one of her breasts sharply, leaving a bright red mark on her skin.

"My request of You, Sir." She can feel the stinging on her breast. "I wish to please You by coming to You in a manner that will excite You."

That's better.

He pulls on her nipples again, stretching them away from her body and feeling them thick and hard against His fingers.

Let's see how well you can do this time. Thigh-highs, heels, no panties, and no top. Have your nipples clamped. See how long you can take it.

She moans at the pleasure it brings to serve Him, whimpering and needing His touch, "Yes Sir....I will be ready for You ...anything You ask Sir." Her nipples throb in His fingers...swelling and aching....so sore and tender.

He digs His nails into a nipple and twists. 

I don't ask, I tell My slut what to do. Remember that, and I'll see you back here shortly. Be prepared.

"Yes, Sir, " she sighs, wincing at the pain....feeling her cunt getting tight for Him already. "I will be here and ready for You."

He comes up behind her an our later, entering the room quietly as she stands by the window. He takes hold of her hair in His hand, pulling her head back and biting at the side of her neck with His body pressing against her. Her body responds instantly, nipples still clamped and cunt tightening at His touch. He runs His other hand down her side, then between her legs, feeling her wetness and cupping His hand over her cunt. He presses down against her clit while whispering against her ear…

Missed me, baby?

"Always," she whimpers, trying to grind her hungry cunt against His hand, "Please....please...fuck Your little cunt...please." He suddenly slaps His hand down hard against her clit, feeling her body quiver at the touch.

Hold still, My little slut. I'll get to it.

She continues whimpering at the stinging of His hand on her cunt, feeling the juices dripping from her as she moans in frustration. He pushes against her to bend at the waist in front of Him. His hand is still pressing against her wet cunt, letting her feel His cock pressed against her ass, the shaft resting on her back

"Oh yesssss," she sighs, feeling His cock swelling against her ass. His hands forcing her over, tits hanging. The clamps pull on her nipples as He teases her, taking His hand from her dripping cunt and running it across her ass. His fingers trace over the red spot still there from His earlier slaps, a little bruise forming, marking her as His. He flexes His cock against he, letting her feel it rising and coming back down against her ass. His other hand trails down her back, slowly digging his nails into her skin and leaving scratch marks all the way down. 

You want more now, little slut?

She begins moaning loudly, "Oh yes...always want more when I am with You...my body craves You...Your cock ...Your touch....please...anything Sir...hurt your little fucking cunt....please." He pulls His hips back, cock sliding down the crack of her ass then pushing it between her legs. The top of His hard shaft runs across her hanging pussy lips, feeling the wetness covering Him quickly as He strokes back and forth against her. He teases her with His cock by not sliding it in yet, suddenly slapping her ass, leaving a red mark to match the one on the other side.

Her body jerks at His slap, feeling her cunt dripping. His cock is teasing her to the point of madness as she whimpers for Him to shove it in her, "Please...ram Your little whore." He slaps her ass again, the loud smacks ringing out until He stops and quickly rams His cock into her cunt. She grips Him tightly as her body shakes before Him. His cock pounding in and out easily, the mushrooming head hitting her cervix with each thrust and making her scream out.

"Oooooh yesssssssssssss .....love being fucked like a fucking dog in heat, Sir. Ram it deep and hard....fill your little fucking bitch with cum...please. I want to feel it all hot and wet leaking from my cunt....please."

His hands slide up her back as He fucks into her, gripping her shoulders and pulling her back against Him with each thrust…wanting her to feel every inch of His cock fucking into her, taking her, making her His as she cums again and again. He ruts into her like an animal, losing control just fucking in and out, rubbing her raw with His thick shaft.

Her head drops beneath his assault. His hands holding her to Him as His cock impales her, making her moan over and over, "Yes...yes...yes...yes...oh fuck Yessssssss...." Her cunt grips Him tightly, nipples tender in the clamps as she's filled with His cock…turned into nothing but a fucking little cunt.

His hands slide down again to her tits, taking hold of the clamps and pulling on them, using them to hold on as He continues ramming into her. The clamps tear at her skin, marking her again as He bruises her tits. Cock deep inside her, pulsing again as He lets loose flooding her cunt with His cum.

Take it all, little slut. Keep cumming on My cock and let Me feel how much you love being used.

She screams so the world can hear her, "Fuck Your whore...pllllllleasssssssse." Her tits are on fire with the pain, loving it, making her cunt tighter as she rocks back against Him. "Please...fill me with Your cum....please...please....please....." His cock continues shooting deep inside her, feeling the cum leaking out around His shaft and dripping down His balls and her stockinged legs. He pushes her down to the ground with Him, forcing her to her knees as He kneels behind her. His cock is still buried in her tight cunt, slowly throbbing as she milks the last of His cum from Him while He twists her nipples in the clamps.

Her nipples are on fire as His cock fills her cunt. She keeps moaning and whimpering as she feels it still pumping inside her. Kneeling now, her head on the floor, cunt and ass in the air. He pulls back on the clamps, her tits following as He pulls them to the side... and attaches the clamps to a chain that links them together tightly, pulling on them both all the time. The pain shoots through her nipples to the rest of her body as He takes hold of her hands, pulling them up her sides and cuffing them again. Then looking down at her bound before Him, her head pressed hard against the floor, tits stretched out mercilessly and hands cuffed helplessly with His cock still stretching her cunt.

That's it. Let Me hear you scream and tell the world you're My slut.

"Oh fuck yyyyyyesssssss ...hurts my tits Sir. I love to feel them stretched and screaming in pain...please…hurt Your little whore." Her face is pushed down and her arms stretched so far, screaming as His cock rams deep. She knows His neighbors can hear her begging for more...begging for His cum. "Please...fill my cunt ...please....fill Your little white whore....please."

He pulls His cock from her and lifts her to her feet by the chain attaching he nipples, making her scream again at the torture as He marches her over to the window. She's pushed up against it as He fucks His cock back into her quickly, pounding away and pulling on the chain again and again as she screams out.

That's it, baby...let them hear you and see what a slut you are for Me.

She can feel the cold of the glass on her tits and belly, knowing that anyone can see her naked, hungry, slutty body being filled by Him. Her screams carry out the open window, letting the world know that His little white cunt is getting fucked again and that she loves every minute of being His cumslut. "Fuck me, Lover...rape Your little white whore...please...cum in me...I need Your cum inside me...please." He keeps fucking deep inside her, enjoying showing her off at the window. As she screams out what a whore she is He can see neighbors passing by through the window. He slaps her ass again, hard enough for the sound to carry through the open window...letting them hear her cumming as He beats her ass and fucks into His little white slut, making her crazy for His black cock. He yells out with her...

Tell them Whose slut you are…let them hear how much you love being My whore.

"Ooooh fuckkkkkkk yesssss....I love being Your fucking white cunt....rape Your little whore Lover. Oh fucckkkkkk cummmmmmmmingggg...harder, Sir...fill my cunt...want to be a slut for You please...hurt me...hit me and fill me with cum....please....tie me up and rape me all night...please Sir...want the world to see me as Your naked hungry slut...please."

He pushes His cock into her one last time as He starts to cum again, filling her tight, hungry cunt some more. He can feel the sloppy, wet mess inside her from all His abuse as the veins in His shaft throb against her silken walls. He pulls back on the chain hard, making her scream out again as the clamps stretch as far as her tits will go. "Ooooooh fuuuuuckkkkkkkk yesssssssss." Her nipples on fire, feeling the metal teeth tearing at them, digging into them. Her cunt is gripping His cock tightly, cum mixing together and running down her inner thighs. Her body is still against the glass window. She can see several people on the street watching them now....hearing her beg for Him...beg for pain and cum. "Rape your little whore please, Sir. Make me Your cumslut....please."

He pulls His cock from her and pushes her down to her knees next to the window, bringing His cock to her lips, His hand resting on top of her head. He talks loudly so anyone watching outside can hear. 

Clean My cock, slut...show everyone how much you love My black shaft and cum.

Her mouth eagerly surrounds His cum-covered cock. Her moans rising again as she starts to suck on Him, greedy for the taste of His cum. She begins slurping and sliding her mouth up and down on Him, His hand in her hair. Her head is visible to everyone on the street, watching her sucking cock, making a pig of herself....so eager and hungry. His cock hardens again quickly, letting everyone watching see how much she's learned. Pleasing Him by taking His thick shaft down her throat, fucking Him with her mouth hungrily.

That's it, baby, take it all and you'll get some more of My cum as a treat.

He wraps His hand around her hair and pulls it tightly, letting her feel the tingle in her scalp as her lips moves up and down His shaft. She sucks harder, feeling His cock sliding down her throat. Almost smiling around Him at the thought that her neighbors are watching her take Him in, with one of His hands in her hair and the other pulling on her nipple clamps, stretching them out as the cum gushes from her cunt and she tries to scream around His cock, knowing the neighbors can hear her...can see her gobbling up all the cum and cock she can.

He fucks into her mouth slowly, letting them see every inch as it slides down her throat then back out. Her tongue licks the underside of His shaft as it slides back and forth, starting to move faster. He looks out the window as she feeds on His cock...seeing someone moving closer, trying to get a better look at His slut.

She also notices the movement outside the window, knowing they want a closer look She sucks harder, her tongue caressing Him. She hears Him moan slightly, knowing it must feel so good...loving it when He feels good. Her mouth hungry on Him, pulling back for a moment to whisper, "Use Your whore, " knowing the stranger outside the window can hear her, "Cum in Your little cunt's mouth ....please..." She then takes His cock all the way down her throat, the muscles straining to take it all, gagging but still trying to take it in her.

He continues choking her with His cock, making her throat muscles strain around that thick shaft. He can feel them massaging His cock as she gags. Taking another look out the window and seeing a woman there, eyes wide open staring at His slut as she chokes on His cock. He speaks so the peeper can hear Him

Good job, cumslut, show her how to handle a black cock so you get lots of cum.

She tries to smile as she gives a lesson in what a good cocksucking whore should do - sucking harder, opening her jaw as wide as she can, whimpering and moaning as He fills her throat, wanting it. She pulls off Him for a second and begs, "Please, Sir...fill Your whore's throat with cum...cover me and rape my mouth ...please...hurt me, Master...make Your little cunt beg." 

Here it comes, baby...let her see what a good slut does with her Master's cum....

He catches the peeper's eye as she makes a little sound, still watching....and gives her a wink before looking back down to His slut. He watches her choking herself on His cock, craving His cum. As she swallows His cock again, He lets loose with another flood down her throat, choking her with it, feeling some of it bubbling up and dripping down her lips as she tries to swallow it all around the cock in her throat. The head of His cock pulses as His seed shoots into her mouth, watching her swallowing it all then looking back out. Their visitor's hand is lifting her skirt, moving beneath it as she watches Him cum, slowly licking her lips.

Her mind racing with the thought that the peeper can see her swollen, clamped nipples and her cuffed hands…can hear her beg for His cum, watching her mouth trying to take all of it in...slurping and licking at Him...wanting to take it all down her throat but missing some. His cum drips down her chin to her clamped nipples, wanting to show how much she needs His touch. He pulls His cock from her mouth slowly, letting her lick it clean before pulling it away. His hand in her hair, lifting her to her feet and pulling her over to the window again, opening it more and pressing her against the sill. Both of them watching as their visitor's hand moves faster beneath her skirt, her breathing coming faster as she moans slightly...suddenly stopping and looking scared as she notices them watching. He bends her over, letting the peeper see the clamped nipples and the cum covering her body as He slaps her ass again, making her scream out in pleasure as she's being watched.

She moans at the feel of His slap, her tits bouncing. Her moans travel through the quiet night air. She can hear the peeper's breathing getting hard as she's pushed against the window, her cum-covered body still hungry for Him. She begs for more, "Fuck Your little slut...please Sir...make Your little white slut cum again....want Your cum in my ass and belly and on my hot hungry body...please."

He looks at their visitor as she continues inching closer, finally speaking to her, 

Where do you think My slut should take it? 

She looks like she's about to run, then reaches her hand out slowly, taking hold of one of the clamps and twisting it, a shudder running through her body as a moan greets her touch. She stares for a moment, finally saying, "A good whore would take it in the ass." He smiles and moves behind her, bringing His cock up slowly, rubbing it across the stockings then against her dripping cunt before finally placing the head against the tight, little hole. He watches as the peeper leans forward through the window and just barely licks at one of His slut's tits where His cum is covering her...driving His cock into her ass as she does.

She screams out, loving the feel of the peeper's hands on her while His cock raps deep in her ass. "Oh fuckkkk…you know how much i love being fucked like that...like a filthy fucking whore.....harder Baby....please..." She can feel her cunt tighten as the peeper abuses her swollen nipples, and she moans and begs for more, "Please....hurt Your little whore." The peeper watches her face then raises up to watch him fucking her, her hands twisting those aching nipples all the while.

Come in here.

He moves her to the side as the peeper climbs through the window, sitting there just watching as He pounds into her ass. His cock ripping it open once again, making her scream out as he takes the chain and attaches it to the clamps again, in front this time, then hands it to their guest. She smiles as she pulls hard, ripping at His slut's nipples...her other hand under her skirt again, fingering herself as she helps Him abuse His little whore.

His slut can smell the heat of their bodies in the room, hear the juices as their guest fucks herself. She feels the fire in her tits as the chain is pulled hard, her ass filled with His cock while she continues begging over and over, Harder...yes...yes...yes....fuck Your filthy whore...please....want Your cum dripping from my ass...please." She can feel the peeper's hands on her tits...then on the chain...making her ass tighten around Him. "Please...make me cum again....want both of you to hurt me...please…"

Lean back and lift your skirt

His deep voice commands the peeper. She obeys slowly, exposing herself as He turns His slut's head to look at her

Now show her how My whore pleases anyone I want them to. 

He turns her, bending her over their guest, whose hand pulls at her chain at the same time, making her tits scream again as He rams into her ass and pushes her head down between their new playmate's legs. Her face is pressed into that wet cunt as He pushes her forward again and again with His thrusts into her ass.

Make her cum, and I'll give you more little whore.

Her mouth starts to such at the peeper's heat and wetness. Her tongue thrusts in and out, flicking up to rub against her clit as He keeps pounding her ass. Her nipples are stretched out so far...red and swollen and bulging around the clamps as she starts to suck on the clit and takes it between her teeth, hearing a gasp as she does.

The peeper moans and grabs the back of her head, pulling her down hard against her dripping cunt and screaming out as she starts cumming. Her other hand pulls the chain hard again, almost yanking His slut against her except for His hands around her waist that hold her firmly as He rapes her ass. His cock throbs deep inside her, and He smiles at the good job she's done, feeling that she's finally earned it. He fucks into her hard and makes her scream out from the pain into the cunt covering her face as His cum shoots into her ass, flooding her again, leaving her thighs running with the mixture of their cum once more as all three finally relax. Each of them echoing the smiles on the others' faces as they start to imagine the moments yet to come.

Peeper



Dean slipped out of his bedroom window quietly, crossed the yard and hopped the low fence easily.

Once on the other side of the street, he was careful to move quickly from one tree that lined the sidewalk to the next.

The moon was up but only a quarter slice hanging in the late evening sky, so he was fairly sure no one would notice him. The dark clothing he wore made him little more than another shadow.

Dean hopped the front fence and moved into one of the back yards. This row of homes had all been built by by the same contractor, each one of them was a reverse cookie cutter version of the one next door.

Taking a shortcut home one night he had made a discovery, that had been the start of his little nightly game.

Dean had stopped dead in his tracks that night as the woman in that house came out of her bathroom. She was briskly rubbing her wet hair with a towel, and she didn't have a stitch on!

It wasn't that she was beautiful, she looked to be around 45 or so and had a round belly with great big saggy breasts that looked like water balloons.

It was the fact that she was stark naked and she hiked one leg up onto the bed to use the towel, wiping her pussy!

It was the very first real pussy Dean ever saw in his young life, and his six inch cock got so hard it hurt.

For nearly 20 minutes he had stood there in the shadows, watching as she dried her mature body. He took out his penis right there in her yard, it had only taken a few seconds for him to blast a load out, having to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning loudly.

The woman sat on the bed, lifting her leg to dab again at the huge mass of pubic hair. That got Dean going the second time, he actually saw the woman's pussy wide open, right there in the light.

It was all wrinkly looking, surrounded by thick curly hairs.

Then her heavy set husband had walked in, so Dean got the hell out of there.

After that, Dean began to pay closer attention to who lived in each house. Over the next few months, he saw nearly every woman on that street in various stages of undress, some of them even completely naked just like that first time.

There was six houses on that block, and six women, all housewives.

Since every single one of those houses faced their own back yards, with high fencing between them and the next homes over, very few of the people paid much attention to completely drawing their curtains.

Just one time he had gotten into position when the outside light flicked on and a large man came out onto the rear porch. Dean knew his name was Bill and the wife was named Marti.

Bill stood there and lit a smoke while Dean slid backwards to hide in the large bushes.

That scared him but the man never saw a thing. Dean waited until the man snuffed out his smoke and went back inside.

Later that same night he watched as the man's gray haired wife came in and sat on their bed beside him, reaching out and tugging on his penis until he grimaced in orgasm. Then she stood up and pulled off her robe, her large breasts bare and pointed almost straight down.

The white panties she had on would make a good tent, Dean slipped away when the lights went out, giggling to himself. He had seen that woman several times, but always wearing those huge panties.

Her size and age meant nothing to him, not really. By now it was a game and he wanted to check seeing her pussy off of his list.

Dean actually kept a written list, adding a check mark beside each house number, keeping the list hidden in his bedroom so his Mom would not find it.

His own Mom was on the list, he had added that check mark just a few weeks before, surprised to find out that she didn't have any hair down there at all.

Dean knew he was not supposed to be doing things like this but he didn't care. It was fun, and exciting.

Seeing the women later on the street was always fun, he would smile and they would smile back, having no idea at all that Dean was thinking that he knew what they looked like naked.

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Then one day a couple in one house moved away, and they were soon replaced by a different couple. 

That woman was a stone fucking fox!

He saw her several times, always dressed, and he learned her name was Trudy by sneaking down right behind the mailman and checking.

Dean wanted to see her titties and her pussy so bad that he was hard all the time just thinking about it.

When he arrived at the house where the woman lived, Dean was tickled to see the lights still on in the rear. They usually were. But nearly every time he had checked before, the curtains were drawn snugly.

The couple were in their forties, and they had a daughter that was perhaps a year younger than his own age of barely 19.

The daughter he had gotten early on, as she had marched by the patio windows naked one evening when her parents were gone somewhere.

Right behind her was a boyfriend, he was reaching out rubbing her bare behind. She had stopped and turned, wrapping her arms around the young man who had just his briefs on. He reached down and rubbed the girl's vagina, his fingers coming away shiny and damp looking.

Then they had vanished into a different room so he didn't get to see the rest.

But it was enough for him to leave his own deposit in their yard, then he ran all the way home and checked her off the list.

Her body was so slim and tight, he loved the way her tiny little nipples had gone stiff as the boyfriend slid his finger inside her.

Now it was her Mom Trudy he wanted to see, and she was making things difficult.

+++

Dean slipped into the bushes in the back yard, the view into the room was not great because the only light was from what appeared to be a night light.

He had seen that before the few times the curtains were open, and each time had been a very long wait. So far he had seen the woman come in wearing a robe, another time she had on an evening gown and looked fantastic.

Dean wanted desperately to see her body, and check her off his list but she would come in, look around, then close the curtain.

When she had the lights on, he could see the outline of her body as she undressed and that was driving him mad.

As he waited, he saw the lights come on. It was her. She walked to the bedroom window, pulled the drapes, but this time she left a gap of just a few inches.

Dean moved forward quietly so he could see better.

The woman stood with her back to the window, he realized she was looking at herself in the mirror.

Then she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.

Excited, Dean moved closer, taking care to stay just outside the band of light shining out through the gap in the curtains.

She wore no bra, he could see her bare back. Then she turned and walked across the room, he had to move over to keep her in view.

Tits! My God, those tits! High and firm, magnificent. Not at all like most of the other women, her set curved upwards to a spectacular set of nipples as big around as a half dollar.

Dean was practically panting as he furiously tugged on his penis with his right hand.

Her head turned. Dean froze. She was looking right at him, but then she looked away. Dean let his breath out, of course she could not see out because the windows acted just like a mirror.

Emboldened, he moved in even closer as she reached down and began to undo her slacks. He watched as she turned again to the mirror.

Just then a car came down the street, it's headlights casting light into the trees. Dean moved back and ducked down as the machine went on by. Then he heard it stop, and some voices.

He froze until it all got quiet again.

Calm again, he looked back at the window.

The woman was leaned down, looking directly at him!

Dean stood up in panic, turned to run but his pants were undone and he almost lost his balance. Someone big and soft piled on top of him and he went down.

He struggled, twisted and turned but he could not get free, and he was being smothered. As he jerked, he realized he felt a soft pillow like breast.

"I got the little shit!" A woman's voice said loudly.

"Hold his fucking legs, he is kicking me." Another voice said.

He felt hands grab his ankles and pin them down.

Then one of them was on his chest, sitting straddling him. She was heavy, he couldn't breathe. Someone was holding his arms, too.

Dean gave up.

"Don't squash him, Marti." Someone said.

The huge woman sitting on him giggled and bounced up and down on his chest.

Looking over, he saw another woman standing there, holding a baseball bat.

"I'm sorry! Please don't hit me!" He screamed.

"Shut up, you little bastard." Marti told him..

"What are we going to do with him?" Another woman asked.

"Maybe we should just call the cops?"

"Why? They will fine him $20 and turn the little brat loose is all." The big woman planted firmly on his chest said.

Now Dean realized there was at least a half dozen of them, then he looked up and saw the woman from inside the house walk up.

It hit him. Every woman he had been spying on was there. 

It had been a trap.

"It worked, I see." Trudy laughed.

"Yep, it sure did. That was neat idea, the little turd showed up right on schedule." Marti laughed. Dean realized that she was the older gray haired woman that always wore huge white panties.

"Trudy just jiggled her titties at him and he was easy to catch." Another one he couldn't see snickered.

"Oh, look! His little peepee is sticking out!" The other older lady said, giggling. The women all craned their necks to look, as Dean's face went crimson.

Dean realized his pants were unzipped, and he was laying there flat on his back with this oversize woman still sitting on his chest. Then he felt her get up and he took several deep breaths, so he started to sit up.

"Don't you move!" The one he knew as Jeanie demanded.

Dean froze, the big woman with the baseball bat had an angry look on her face. They had him surrounded.

"So what are we going to do, tell his Mother?" Trudy asked.

"No! Please, No!" I won't do it again, I promise!" Dean started to cry.

"Let's take him inside, it's getting cold out here. We can figure out what to do in there." The older woman said.

"Got any beer?" One of the women asked Jeanie.

"Oh, we are going to have a party I see?" They all snorted at that.

Dean had no idea why they all sounded so happy and excited, he just wanted to get loose and run but two of them had a good grip on him.

A couple more of them grabbed him as he was stood up, the heavy woman twisted his arm behind his back and they dragged him into the house.

Once in the living room, the big woman pushed him down into a chair.

"Sit there and don't you move, you little shit!" She had a mean look on her face.

The gray haired old lady held her baseball bat up, scowling.

Dean was now terrified, afraid to try and run.

"I still want to know what we should do?" The one they called Jeanie asked. 

Dean looked around, there were six of them and all but two were bigger than he was. Then Trudy's daughter walked in.

"Who is this?" She asked.

"The peeping Tom we have all had troubles with." Her Mother said.

"Oh, no kidding? Cool." She went over and plopped down on the couch, her eyes dropped to his crotch.

"It's him, too, no doubt. He looks just like the guy we saw on the security cam tapes."

"Security tapes?" Dean thought.

Oh, shit! How many times had he jacked off out in these back yards?

Dean realized his jeans were still unzipped, and he didn't have any underwear on.

"Let's pants him!" The younger woman said with a grin.

"Yea, let's. Teach him a lesson, since he has been running around peeping at us, let's show him what it is like."

"I already saw his pee pee, it isn't big enough to do anything with!" One old lady snorted.

Dean was having a time keeping who was who straight, they all looked different fully dressed.

His cock by then had shriveled up completely, at least it was back inside his pants and out of sight.

"Tell you what, you little prick. You strip, take off everything, let's see how you like being abused." One of the women he didn't recognize told him.

"I just want to go home!" Dean whined.

"You aren't going anywhere, now get up and strip!" The big lady held that baseball bat up again.

Dean stared at her.

"Now!" She demanded.

"You want me to...?"

"Yep!" The young girl said, laughing. They all laughed.

Dean stood up, frightened. He reached for the buttons on his shirt, his face flaming.

"Oh, look! The little shit is bashful!" That Marti woman snorted. The rest of them just sat there and watched, several of them were grinning.

Dean sighed and removed his shirt, then he just stood there.

"Hey Jeanie, put on some music." One of them laughed.

Jeanie got up and grabbed a controller, hit some buttons and some music came on.

"What's going on?" A man's voice asked.

Dean looked, it was the woman named Trudy's husband.

"We caught the peeping Tom, Daddy!" The young girl said.

"Yep, we caught him cold, Carl. I told Trudy we had someone doing that." Jeanie said.

"Really? That's Mrs Johnson's kid from the next street over. Why don't you just call the cops?" He asked.

"Go away, Carl. We have this handled." Jeanie told him.

"What are you doing to him?" Carl asked.

"Teaching him a lesson."

Carl looked back and forth at the women, then he grinned.

"God. You women, so help me. I am leaving, I will be down at the tavern if you need me." He looked at Dean standing there with no shirt on and laughed.

Then he turned and left.

By now Dean was wishing he had stayed.

"Dance!" The woman with the bat demanded as soon as he was gone.

Dean began to do his best to dance for them. He looked over at the door, measuring the distance. The woman with the bat saw his glance and lifted the bat.

Dean knew he would never make it, so he danced some more.

They were all just watching him and not doing anything, he began to relax just a little.

"Take it off!" One of them called out, and she began to clap. They picked that up quickly into a chant, Dean couldn't help himself, he began to move to the beat of their clapping.

Suddenly this was kind of fun.

He reached down and pulled off his shoes, danced some more. The song ended, so he stopped.

"Pants!" The older woman demanded again. She waved the baseball bat again, he was wishing she would put it down.

With another sigh, Dean undid his pants and slid them down his legs. The women cheered. he couldn't help it, he began to get an erection.

"Oh. look! He is getting a woody!" One of the women he didn't know said. She seemed to like it so Dean went closer to her, swinging his hips back and forth. His cock slapped against his thighs when he did that, and he grew to his full six inches.

"Hey, that's not so bad, his weenie is as big as my Bill's is." One of them said.

"Marti! You are terrible!" Jeanie grinned.

"Damn right I am! Skin it back, kid. Let's see your little pecker!" She roared hysterically at that.

Blushing furiously, Dean reached down and slid his foreskin back. The woman reached out for the end of it but Dean pulled back.

"Get down on the floor!" Another one of them who hadn't said a word up to this point demanded. Dean looked at her, she was now leaning forward and had an odd expression on her face.

Dean realized that at least a couple of the women were getting turned on. He did as she asked, lay down on the carpet.

"Spread your legs." The same woman demanded.

"God, Jennifer." Someone said with a giggle.

Dean reached down and pulled his legs open, drew his knees back. Jennifer was leaning forward now, staring at him.

Dean felt horribly exposed but he was also getting excited. He began to wiggle his hips for them.

"Turn over, stick your fanny in the air." Jennifer demanded.

Dean did as she asked.

"Look at his cute little balls, and his dick hanging there!" She said to no one in particular.

"Hey, Trudy! Got a dildo?" Jennifer asked with a smirk.

"What? No, of course I don't."

"Oh, bullshit! Go get it!"

"Look, there is no way in hell you are going to stick MY dildo up his...." Then she blushed furiously herself when she realized what she just said.

The entire room broke out in peals of laughter.

"Hang on, I have a shampoo bottle." Trudy sighed, going into a different room.

"Wow, that looks just like a little cock." One of the women said when she came back out with the bottle.

"Yea, we know why you buy that brand, Trudy." They teased as her face flushed again.

"No!" Dean cried out, trying to scoot away as Jennifer came at him.

Over the next hour, they all made him do about every pose imaginable. He expected it to hurt like hell when the bottle invaded him but oddly it didn't.

Finally they shut off the music and had him sit there in a chair, still completely naked.

The entire situation had changed from one of his being terrified to having fun and enjoying it.

"So? I still want to know what we are going to do with him?" Jennifer asked.

"I don't know." Jeanie said.

"The little shit doesn't even look unhappy!" Jeanie complained.

Dean instantly tried to put on his best unhappy face but failed miserably.

"How about we make him work? I could use someone to mow my lawn, clean up." Jennifer said.

"Good idea, Bill and I could use some help too." Marti added.

There was a murmur of voices, they all appeared to be in agreement.

"OK. Here is the deal. You owe each one of us a month of mowing lawns and yard work, or any other kind of work we want you to do. Otherwise, we all go down and talk to your Mother, got it?"

"OK." Dean readily agreed.

"And no more sneaking into our back yards and peeping in at us, got it?"

Dean nodded, hanging his head in shame.

Finally they let him go, he went home and climbed in his window. The house was quiet, he knew his Mom was asleep.

After jacking off in the bathroom, Dean went in and got out his little record book.

He still didn't have that Trudy's pussy checked off in his book, and he still wanted to complete the list. All that was left were the two women, Trudy and Marti. He didn't really care about Marti now, though.

"Dean! Telephone!" His mom called out.

"Hi. This is Marti, I won the card draw to be first." She said.

"First for what?" Dean asked.

"Mow my lawn, do some work. Be here tomorrow at 10 in the morning or else." She hung up.

"Work?" Dean thought. He had forgotten about that part.

The next morning he knocked on her door. He might as well get it over, he sure as hell didn't want these women squealing to his Mother.

"Come on in." She stood there looking out around the door, then opened it. Dean walked in, she shut it, he heard the solid click of the lock.

He turned and looked at her. All she had on was a flimsy sheer negligee.

No white panties at all!

She looked just as big without them as she did with them on.

Dean started to back up but the edge of the couch bumped his legs.

"I...you...you are married!" Dean stammered, trying to slip sideways as she came forward.

She reached out and cut him off.

There was nowhere left to go.

"Bill don't give a shit, he thought it was funny. He went bowling so we have the whole house to ourselves." That was when he noticed she had a glass of water in her hand. 

She reached up with the other hand and pulled out a pair of dentures, dropped them into the glass.

Dean's eyes opened wide as Marti dropped to her knees and fumbled with his pants. 

Then he shrugged, giving up. Her mouth closed over him, nothing he could do about it at this point.

At least he was going to get one more pussy checked off his list.



Peeper



Bryony hadn't meant to look through the window. She wasn't really a snoop or voyeur. It was just an impulse. She'd seen someone naked pass close to the window and her curiosity just got the better of her.

She eased up and peeped in, and she could see this young woman reclining on the bed naked, while a naked man was playing with her, touching and teasing her while she was laughing at him.

The whole thing amused and excited Bryony, and she lingered. While she was watching the man suddenly stood and said something to the woman, indicating the door. Then he turned and left the room, giving Bryony quite an excellent view of what she considered to be a very nice erection.

While she waited and watched, the woman just relaxed on the bed, occasionally stroking her breasts and rubbing between her legs, throwing little glances at the door, obviously expecting her partner to return at any moment.

Bryony froze, barely stopping herself from screaming when a hand fell on her shoulder and a soft voice said hullo.

Twisting her head, she found the young man standing behind her, apparently still naked, and looking at her with interest. 

"No need to stand out in the cold," he told her. "Come inside."

Bryony shook her head.

"I'm sorry," she gabbled out. "I don't know why I looked. I'll just be on my way."

"I'm Anthony. You can call me Tony. I feel that you really ought to come inside. Now."

Nervously Bryony preceded Tony inside, Tony's firm grip making sure she didn't change her mind. She was direct down the hallway and into the bedroom, where the naked woman on the bed regarded her with curiosity.

"Well spotted, love," remarked Tony. "Out there with her nose pressed against the window pane."

Turning to Bryony he introduced the woman. "This is Helga. She's German. May we be allowed to know your name?"

Bryony swallowed. "Bryony," was all she could think to say.

"Well, Bryony, I suspect that you'd much rather we didn't call the police and hand you over."

At the horrified look on Bryony's face, Tony nodded.

"I didn't think so. As it happens, neither Helga or I are adverse to a little exhibitionism or voyeurism. We just prefer it to be consensual. So we're going to allow you to sit there while we play around a little. You'll have a ring side seat, so to speak. And we won't take no for an answer."

Bryony flushed, looking at the chair by the side of the bed. Helga must have moved it there as soon as she saw that Tony had grabbed her. Embarrassed, Bryony went to sit down, only to be interrupted by Helga.

"Naked, Bryony, dear," she said. "We are, so you should be."

At Bryony's hesitation Helga smiled and held out her arms as if for handcuffs. Bryony started to undress.

Seeing Tony and Helga watching Bryony went to turn away while stripping, but was stopped by a firm command to face them.

Irritated and embarrassed, Bryony undressed, relieved that at least she was fit and her figure was every bit as good or better than Helga's. Bryony could feel the admiration in Tony's eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little excited and flattered.

"A couple of questions," said Helga. "How old are you and are you a virgin?"

Blushing Bryony answered. "I'm over eighteen and no, I'm not a virgin," she said defiantly.

Tony looked at Helga and laughed. "Only just would be added to both those answers, I think," he said, and Bryony's ears burned as Helga sniggered.

Helga lay back on the bed, legs parted.

"Watch," she said as Tony kneeled between her legs.

Bryony found herself unable not to watch, as Tony moved Helga's lips apart and positioned his cock between them. Then he very slowly pushed forward, sinking into Helga's willing flesh. Bryony found herself being strangely excited and appalled, thrilled by the action while secretly aghast at the size of the cock Tony seemed to possess. It might be only her imagination making it that large, but as far as she was concerned it seemed to dominate the room.

As Bryony continued to watch, Tony sank in full length, then slowly withdrew. Turning to her and winking, Tony then thrust down, embedding himself in one powerful thrust. Bryony felt her own pussy cringing in sympathy to Helga, uselessly she realised as Helga seemed to relish it.

To her surprise, Tony withdrew completely, pulling away from Helga. Helga rolled over on command, head leaning on her crossed arms and her bottom high in the air, offering herself.

Fascinated, her excitement growing, Bryony watched as Tony knelt behind Helga and started a slow entry. Bryony could feel herself clenching, waiting and wanting as Tony slowly entered Helga, endless seconds passing as he drilled in. Finally sinking in that last little bit, Bryony found herself gasping with relief, the sound she made matching Helga's sigh of satisfaction.

This time Tony started a slow movement, sliding in and out, tantalising both girls at once. Just as Bryony thought that things were going to heat up, Tony rolled away from Helga again.

This time Bryony felt sympathy for Helga. She must be feeling the need for some vigorous action. Heaven knew Bryony felt an itch that she wanted to scratch.

Now Tony was lying on his back, his erection waving in the air. What did he think he was playing at, wondered Bryony, her question being quickly answered as she saw Helga moving to straddle him. 

Now it was Helga's turn to move slowly, sinking down upon Tony's shaft as though she had all the time in the world, until she finally settled, neatly straddling him.

Looking at Bryony, Helga spoke, passion thick in her voice.

"If I wanted to drive Tony insane this is when I'd do little wiggles like this." She gave some sort of twitch with her hips, drawing a gasp and a mild curse from Tony.

"I suppose you're wondering why we're showing you different positions," Helga continued, "instead of just getting down and dirty? It's pretty simple really. We just want to make sure that you know some of the positions you can choose now that it's your turn to be drilled."

Bryony blanched. She had absolutely no intention of letting some chance met stranger have sex with her. She shook her head.

"I'll pass. I may have to watch, but I don't have to participate," she said nervously.

Tony laughed. "Actually you do," he said. "When the options are cock or cop, I think I know which one you will choose."

Bryony felt her heart sink. She knew, too.

"But why?" she wailed. "You've got Helga and she's willing."

"True, but Helga just loves a bit of voyeurism, and seeing you get drilled will really spice things up for her. Seeing you take a cock reluctantly will be even more exciting for her."

Bryony flung a look at Helga and realised that Tony was right. There was an avid anticipation on Helga's face, and she was patting the bed, telling Bryony time it was time to play.

Tony took Bryony by the arm and gently pulled. She found herself standing and approaching the bed as though hypnotised, her eyes constantly turning to look at the erection swaying in front of Tony. Every time she looked at it, it seemed longer and fatter. How was she supposed to handle a sausage like that?

The position to choose, decided Bryony, was easy. There was no way she could lie back and see that thing descending upon her, and as for trying to sit on it! Blow that for a joke.

She climbed onto the bed, trembling slightly, and bent over, head on her arms and her bottom lifted. She promptly received a friendly swat to the bottom, and was told to lift it higher so that she could give her hips room to play.

She did as she was told, then felt her head being tilted so that she could see Helga. 

"I want to watch your face as Tony takes you," Helga said smiling.

Bryony shuddered again and tried not to meet Helga's eyes.

Bryony could feel Tony settling into position behind her. She did not need this, she thought bitterly.

She found what she really didn't need was Helga's voice telling her, "He's nearly there. He's just about to touch you."

She tensed, then jumped when she felt the actual touch, like a large ball being pressed against her. She gulped, feeling Tony stretching her lips to allow him entry, and almost screamed when that large ball forced its way past her lips, seeming to fill her instantly. 

"That's just the tip," Helga calmly told her. "Now you'll find it gets exciting.

Bryony thought that what was already happening was about as much excitement as she could stand. She crouched, tensely waiting wondering if he'd just slide in a little or thrust all the way home. She squealed as the answer came as what seemed like a mighty thrust drove that damned ball deep into her.

"Ah," said Helga, "He's taking it easy and just coming in slowly. You're lucky. That'll give you time to adjust."

Bryony glared daggers at Helga. If that was her idea of slowly edging in, just how much more was to come. She must have inadvertently asked that aloud, as Helga smiled condescendingly.

"That's only an inch or two," she said, soothingly. "Pretty soon you'll find he's starting to really sink it in. You'll enjoy it."

Bryony opened her mouth to swear, only to find a scream of shock emerge as Tony again pushed deeper. How much more could she take, she wondered. She could have sworn she was already filled, but she could tell by the gathering pressure that Tony was about to drive deeper. 

Bryony wriggled her hips, trying to relieve the pressure, seeking a more comfortable position. As she did so she felt Tony thrust even deeper, and heard Helga laughing over her squeal.

It took three more frantic squeals before Tony was settled into position. Bryony felt him stirring inside her, making sure that she was taking him fully. Then he just waited, while she in her turn stirred restlessly, trying to ensure that she was properly placed for what was to come.

It only took a few moments and then the pair of them quieted. 

"Well done, Bryony," purred Helga. "Isn't it fun seeing someone else get speared? In a few moments he's going to start really working your pussy over. Are you looking forward to that?"

What Bryony was looking for was a chance to take Helga behind some bushes somewhere, so she could take a baseball bat to her. Seeing that that option wasn't on the table she tried to compose herself with quiet dignity. A little hard to do she realised when the aforesaid baseball bat seemed to be stuck up your pussy.

Now Bryony could feel Tony dragging his cock slowly back, moving out of her, the bulbous head seeming to manage to rub against every nerve she possessed as he slowly withdrew. She found herself to be strangely hollow with that massive presence withdrawn, but still screamed with shock when it returned, hard and fast.

It seemed Tony and Helga both enjoyed hearing her scream, even if it was only from shock or pleasure. Tony would draw slowly back, holding while she adjusted to his absence and then slam it, bringing a range of sensations to her but invariably causing a shriek or scream.

Bryony's awareness had shrunk to Tony and the way he was using her, Helga's annoying comments finally retreating from her ears. She could vaguely hear Helga in the background telling Tony what to do, but her foremost thoughts were for what he was actually doing, which was driving her wild with the sensations being engendered by his cock.

Bryony could feel herself twisting and writhing, panting and trying to thrust herself closer to Tony, desperate to reach what he seemed to be offering. She could hear Helga snapping something to Tony and then he was thrusting hard and fast. 

Bryony heard herself screaming as she shuddered, clinging to that thundering menace inside her, trying to hold it and ride it while everything came to pieces around her.

Some time later, Bryony found herself separated from Tony. He had finally left her, leaving her stunned and gasping at the violence that had assaulted her feelings, only slowly coming back to earth.

She found herself being encouraged to walk, and realised that they were letting her go.

Bryony was ushered out the door, and as she went she heard Helga making another crack.

"I suppose I should say don't let us catch you snooping again, but I think I might enjoy it if you do. Bye, Blondie, and don't forget to get dressed."

Bryony stood there, blinking at the closed door for a moment. What did she mean by that last crack. Then it registered. They'd pushed her outside naked. Her clothes were clutched in her hands. Bryony dressed.



Peeper



She felt the rain soaking her clothes sticking to her skin as she made her way across his backyard. Licking the rain dripping down her lips she felt wet all over and not just from the rain. Butterflies did the Mosh in her pit of a stomach. All the lights were off and no one seemed to notice her splash around as she drew closer to his closed window. "God, I'm such a pervert." She thought to herself as she peeked into his window.

He sat in almost dark. The only thing casting a glow was his computer. She licked her lips again as she allowed her eyes to travel the length of his naked body. His cock already hard, one hand stroking himself slowly up and down, the other hand moving his mouse. Closing her eyes she pressed her legs together tightly shaking from the heat rising from her body. 

Taking a deep breath she debated leaving, but no amount of arguing could move her body. She opened her eyes and he was gone. The computer was still on. She took a huge gulp thinking she should leave, but being a curious creature she leaned forward on her tiptoes to see what he was looking at on his computer. She could see what look like his backyard. He had cameras set up and she could see her skirt conformed to her ass enough that it even outlined her thong. She started to lean back knowing she was caught. When she was surprisingly pinned to the window by strong arms and a warm body behind her.

Warm breath tickled her cold ear "Peeping on someone's privacy can get you in all sorts of trouble." Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt him press her hard into the side of the house. She tried to think of something to say when his pushed her wrists together to hold them in one hand. 

Knowing she was in real trouble she started studding "I..I..I'm looking for my lost cat."

He gave a dark chuckle as his warm hand slid down her body. Stopping a moment to squeeze her breast, her nipple hardening instantly by the difference of his warm hand and cold wet of her clothes. He continued down to her thigh sliding his fingers under her skirt to cup her pussy "Look, I found your pussy." Sliding a finger into her panties rubbing her clit and pushing his way back he whispered "Awhh, and shes all wet." On the last word he pushed his finger in. She thought for a moment to scream rape, but all that came out was a moan. She wanted him so badly she had come here in the rain, snuck through his backyard only to peep. Now she had his hands on her....in her...she groaned as he started to pull away feeling empty and wanting more than before. 

Suddenly he flipped her skirt up and easily pushing aside her thong to thrust his thick hard cock into her wet pussy from behind. As his hand covered her mouth she screamed out. "Your so fucking wet, you really got off watching me stroke myself, didn't you?" He bent her over more, grabbing both hips thrusting harder. 

Groaning "Yes, yes." Her body shaking with her excitement, she clawed at the window which offered no support. She whimpered against his onslaughter feeling steam rising from their two bodies.

He smacked her ass which seemed to hurt more from being wet. "You never even knew I was watching you, did you?" he puffed and smacked me again. Whimpering she answered with a shake of her head. Her orgasm building he feels her body tightening around his cock. He covers her mouth with his hand again as she screams out. "We aren't done yet, get your ass inside your late." He pulled out and held a hand out to her to pull her along. She put her hand in his and tried to gracefully step out.

"When did you install the cameras?" she smiled up at him.

"Today, and they recorded everything so we can watch later." He chuckled guiding her in.



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Peeper Payback



I had been working for the security company for about a year when I got the call to do an urgent job at Portsea. I drove down the highway, stopping occasionally at some of many beaches to check out the girls in their bikinis as they tanned their tight bodies. I drove through the streets with million dollar houses behind high walls and found the house. I collected basic tools and rang the intercom. 

"Yes" came a haughty voice .

I gave my name and company and was buzzed through. I walked up the path as a stunning, impeccably groomed blonde woman opened the door. She was about late 30's and had that sleekness that only a close familiarity with a lot of money brings. My next reaction was one of amazement because she was wearing a long shirt, tied at the bottom that left little doubt that her breasts were free beneath it. She introduced herself as 'Susan' and made clear that I was to do the job quickly because she had two friends for lunch. 

Trying not to stare, I listened as she explained the job. In short I was to install a new security system in the living area downstairs and then in the bedrooms upstairs. I started in the kitchen and made some initial measurements. I saw Susan go back outside to the pool area and remove her shirt to reveal her high cut yellow bikini bottom and her well-tanned breasts. 

She was speaking to a second elegantly groomed woman who was wearing a tight blue G-string and a superb tan. Her hair was well cut so that not even a strand was out of place. She held a bottle of coconut oil and she lathered it generously over her firm breasts. Watching her oiling her tits in this way got me so hot that I moved back from the window and started to rub my cock. As I did so, the second woman handed the bottle back to Susan and lay back on the sun-bed. 

"Thanks Emma" drawled Susan taking the oil from her.

As I checked the diagrams I heard the doorbell and after a moment a third woman appeared. She was older - maybe 43- and had very short, cropped blonde hair. She was wearing a long, flowing peasant skirt, white blouse and sandals and had large gold earings. 

"Katie - how wonderful to see you" Susan greeted her. 

Katie dropped her bag and started to unbutton her shirt to reveal a gold swimsuit covering her enormous breasts. She undid the peasant skirt at the waist and stepped out of it. Putting the clothes away she rolled her swimsuit down and her large breasts just flowed out. In spite of her age, she had a superb body - hard, thick nipples that stuck out like two stubby pencils. She continued to roll the swimsuit off to show a matching G-string, which highlighted her tanned ass. 

Moving upstairs, I checked the plan and saw that the master bedroom was the next for measuring. I went in and saw immediately that I could look down to the pool area where I could see Emma and Susan stretched out on sunbeds. Katie was bent over, her pendulous breasts swinging as she oiled Susan's back. The arousing scene of these sleek women oiling each other made my cock stiffen again. 

Glancing around the bedroom, I wondered....... On other jobs I had carefully indulged my fetish of women's lingerie and the richer the client, the more excited I became exploring the lingerie drawers of these expensive wives.

I went quickly went to the clothes cupboard. Opening it, I found Susan's underwear drawer and plunged my hand in amongst her silky panties, bras and G-strings. To my surprise however, my hand felt something hard and long at the back of the drawer and reaching under a sports bra, I pulled out a collection of dildos. This was certainly something I wasn't expecting. There was a big thick black dildo, a second ribbed one with a thick gleaming head, a thin knobbed vibe that looked like it could be used for anal stimulation and a long white strap on dildo. 

My cock was beating hard as I took a pair of panties and creeping over to the window unzipped my jeans and pulled out my thick, stiff cock. Susan's silk panties were cool and smooth as I slipped them on my cock and started jacking off while watching Emma's tight ass on the sunbed below. 

I could feel the cum pulsing in my cock and closed my eyes as I pumped harder. I must have been totally gone because I never heard the footsteps. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing" 

I jumped up quickly and turned to see Katie standing in the doorway. I tried to hide the panties and zip myself up at the same time but even so the vibes and dildos were in plain view on the bed. 

Katie was wearing a loose shirt and the G-string she had stripped to when she arrived

"You bastard" she screamed "How dare you.....you're gone....Susan, Emma, come up here quickly" 

"Please, just forget it please" I said. "Anything you want...." 

It was too late as Susan came running in and instantly saw the vibes on the bed. 

"This creature was jerking off into your panties," said Katie angrily. By this time Emma had arrived and was standing at the back coolly taking it in. 

"Go and call the police Susan" she said. Susan was a bit confused but turned away to go but just outside the door, Emma stopped her and started whispering urgently her hand on Susan's bare arm. I felt confused too and sat on the bed. More urgent whispering and then Emma said " Katie - come here" 

Again an urgent conversation ensued and I was getting the feeling that something was up. 

Emma peeled away and re-entered the bedroom. 

"Listen creature" she said, "I've persuaded the others to give you a chance. You have to do exactly what we tell you or else you're going straight to the cops." 

"Yes sure anything" I stammered. 

"Right first stand up and take off your shirt and put your arms out straight" I did so and Katie came from behind and looped a silk scarf around my wrists and tied it in a tight knot. I was starting to get a bit worried. She led me to the bed and made me kneel on it while she looped a belt around the scarf and tied it to the top of the bed. 

"OK you bastard", she said, 

"Now we're going to give you a taste of your own medicine. Move or call out and you're gone." 

As I knelt there, I felt Emma undo my belt and pull off my jeans. I felt very exposed and then worried as she reached into the pouch of my briefs and caressed by thick cock. 

"Mmm - looks like he's ready for anything....Susan - would you like to see" Susan was sitting in a chair with an excited look in her eyes and moist lips. 
 "No I want to piss on him first" 

I started to get up - this was more than I had thought I was getting into

"Don't you move, you animal" screeched Emma

"Get up - you're going to get more of Susan than you expected when you were playing with her panties"

I started to protest and make more excuses but realised that it was futile

Emma undid the belt and pulled me off to the en-suite and made me crouch in the bath. I removed my briefs but even the gravity of the situation and the possibility that I would lose my job couldn't diminish my growing erection. 

As I lay back in the bath, Susan approached, breathing hoarsely and quickly. She had removed her shirt and her large nipples were protruding and she started to rub her lower stomach firmly. She lifted one leg and rested it on the edge of the bath while continuing to rub herself. Then with a low moan, she pulled her bikini pants aside to reveal her puffy labia and let an enormous stream of steaming yellow piss rush out all over my cock. 

With a second moan, she directed the stream into my mouth. I started swallowing her piss but began to gag as the force of the stream increased and I let the rest run out the side of my mouth. Emma and Katie were whooping and cheering as I took Susan's degradation all over me but glancing up I could see that Emma had got very excited by this and had her hand inside her G- string rubbing hard at her clit. 

"Please now let me try" she said. Susan was panting and leaned back against the wall. Emma bent to unsnap the clasp of her G-string between her legs and like Susan put one leg up on the edge of the bath. 

"Start licking me animal" she said 

I knelt up and started to tongue her snatch, which was wet and slippery. As I probed deep into her hole, she shifted and stated moaning then moved right into the bath so that her legs were spread out over me. 

"Now ream me"

"Come-on, do my asshole" 

"Oh yes that's good - Oh yes" she moaned. 

I started to tongue her crinkly anus and as I did, she shuddered violently and then pissed directly on my face drenching me with her sticky stream. Again cheers accompanied the degradation that Katie was giving me.

I lay back stunned by the course that events had taken - my cock was stiff with excitement but I hadn't anticipated getting soaked in hot piss. I started to struggle up.

"Ok - Ok I'm sorry for what I did - I'll just leave now" I said, thinking of what I could say by way of excuse to my boss

Emma pushed me back - 

"Where do you think you're going - we're not finished with you yet"

Emma showered me and then the women led me back to the bedroom. I was tied to a clothes rack facing a mirror that allowed me to see everything that was happening. More whispered conversations and then I saw Katie come into the room. She was completely nude and her shaven cunt was glistening with her juice. To my horror I saw Susan helping her to strap on the thick white dildo that I had found earlier in her drawer

Emma knelt and fastened the straps under Katie's ass and in a moment she was strutting about the room with the long plastic cock poking out of her.

I knew what was coming as Katie ordered me to kneel with my ass in the air. Emma had a tube of KY gel and taking a slab of it she held my ass cheeks aside and started to smear the sticky lubricant around my ass. I could feel her manicured nails as she probed my anus and after a moment she stated to fuci my ass with one of these sharp nails. 

"OK Katie", she said "he's all yours. Give him a good hard fuck". Katie approached and I felt the firm head of the dildo against my ass but she wasn't quite tall enough. She withdrew and Susan went to the cupboard to get a pair of high gold heels which Katie slipped on. 

I felt the dildo behind me again as Katie stated to ease it up my ass. At first I thought it would be too much but glancing in the mirror I caught sight of this stunning woman pumping away in my ass while her friends watched got me hot as hell. Soon I was enjoying the sensation of being ass-fucked by this horny woman while her friends watched.

Susan came up close, her eyes glazed as her fingers worked inside her pants 

"Well how do you enjoy getting fucked in the ass?" she said. She reached under and started pumping my cock, her long elegant fingers grasping my shaft firmly. I could only moan an answer 

"Answer - unless you want another piss shower"

The whole scene sent me over the top and fell the cum surging in my shaft as I shot wads of cum all over the mirror and slumped down against the ropes as I felt the dildo withdraw from my ass.

For a minute nobody said anything and then I think the women started to realise the whole situation was getting a little out of hand. 

"Get him out of here" said Susan - "but make him clean up that mess first"

Emma had started to untie the ropes but then grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into the sticky mess that I had left on Susan's mirror.

"Lick it all up" she said

I started licking at the trails of hot sticky cum that were trickling down the mirror, gagging a bit at the salty taste. I saw Katie leaning back against the wall her hand fondling the dildo and felt the pressure building in my cock again.

Cum was still smeared on my lips as Emma released me, bundled my clothes and tools into my arms and pushed me roughly down the hallway.

Susan was there to open the door as they shoved me out the door into the garden. 

"Tell your boss I changed my mind and never let me see you again," she snarled.

I got into my clothes and pushed through the gate and drove off feeling a mixture of humiliation, fear and excitement at what had just passed.



Peeper's Payback



It was a hot and arid mid-August afternoon last summer when I decided to make a stop at a grocery store not far from where I live. The cute mothers and teenage girls were there as usual but on this particular visit I saw a woman I will never forget. She was as at least six feet in height and had a body that I found extremely attractive: ample beasts, very narrow waist and a sizable butt and thighs that let her knee length skirt wave as she walked. Her angelic face had dark brown eyes and a turned up nose. She was heading for the shortest check out line so I ditched half my grocery list just to follow her out of the store. For some reason I followed her car since she was heading my same general direction. Less than a mile later she pulled into her driveway and I continued past. I drove home but couldn’t stop thinking about her body and how seldom I see women of her stature. I really wanted to see her again but it was not my nature to stalk someone like that. It was a frustrating dilemma but one that I would have to get over. Or at least I thought.

Later that evening I realized I had failed to buy some essentials and so I returned to the same store. I walked past the pharmacy and bought a travel size tube of moisturizer on impulse. This particular brand is great for masturbation since it never dries out and has no fragrance. I was looking forward to using it on this particular night thanks to the Amazon beauty I had seen earlier. When I was driving past the woman’s house I craned my neck to see her standing in her kitchen reading mail or something. I slowed down to a stop in the shadows next to some high hedges. I got out and scrambled up next to the kitchen window. I knew she couldn’t see me so I just stood in her rhododendrons and watched her go about her business. While she perused the letter, her free hand pulled her blouse up and out the top of her skirt. I could tell bedtime was near. Just then a man walked up from downstairs and exchanged dialog with her. I couldn’t really tell what was being said but soon the lights were out and they retired to the bedroom toward the back of the house. I hadn’t pictured her as a married woman until now.

I knew it was easier for them to see movement in a darkened house so I made extra sure I was stealthy. I was prepared to run in anticipation of a motion sensor light but there weren’t any. The house had a big, turn of the century style look and the windows were up high - an advantage for me. The slightly open curtains provided another obvious advantage.

I couldn’t believe my luck as the woman began to undress. She had already removed the blouse and then stepped out of the skirt and disappeared into her walk-in closet. I was fearful that was the extent of my show but she soon reappeared with a bathrobe in hand. I wondered where the husband had gone. I figured he was in the bathroom since the light was on in there. She reached back in a classical way and unclasped her brassiere. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as the satin fabric fell away! Her nipples were unusually long - about an inch- and to my surprise were both pierced and adorned with rings. I was in heaven as her pendulous boobs swayed together as she bent over to pull her panties off. Her long-nailed fingers slid under the sides of the waistband and moved downward. Soon the crotch reluctantly fell away from her pussy. Her hips moved back and forth as she shimmied the silky treasure down her thighs. She stepped out and with her left heel brought the panties up to the side and to her waiting hand. This woman’s pussy was completely shaven which revealed long folds of her inner labia. Right in the middle dangled a single ring; a clitoris ring. By this time my face was flush and I was hard as a rock. I uncapped my tube of moisturizer and pulled my dick from my slacks. I pumped on my cock furiously and began to feel the rush of ecstasy right as a man’s booming voice shouted, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

I quickly tucked my hard on away and replied with an unconvincing, “I…I’m looking for my cat.”

“Bullshit! You’re a Peeping Tom looking for pussy. Get out here where I can see you!”

It was the woman’s husband about whom I had forgotten. 

I stepped out from behind some shrubs still explaining to him about my lost cat. 

“I’m not buying it. Get down on your knees right now - hands behind your head!” he barked. “You can tell that to the police when they get here. I’m making a citizens’ arrest.” My first thought was to make a run for it but before I could act he had already snapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. I noticed he also had a handgun tucked under his belt. 

“Please, sir,” I begged. “Please let me go.”

It was at that moment the woman peeked out a window to ask what was going on. The man replied, “Call the police, honey. We’ve got a pervert out here.” 

He was powerful and pulled me to my feet like a rag doll and walked me around to the front of the house and into the light. “Don’t try anything else stupid,” he said.

The woman leered out the screen door in her robe with a look of disgust on her face.

“This guy was watching you undress. Do you know him?” he asked.

“Nope,” she said as she examined my face and body. 

Once we were on the porch he ordered me to my knees and then face down. 

The two went inside for a minute as I studied the door mat wondering my next move. The door opened as the two returned and began to drag me through the doorway.

“Pull off his pants!” the woman ordered.

“What? I thought you were going to call the police.” I asked.

She responded, “You’ll wish we’d called the police, you pervert. We’re going to teach you a painful lesson, pretty boy.”

The woman had an accent - perhaps Spanish or Portuguese.

That explained her beautiful body.

The man grappled with my belt and buttons and swiftly pulled my pants off. The fact that he unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants without delay or reservation startled and worried me. He had a another pair of cuffs ready for my ankles and at that point all hopes of any escape were dashed. 

The man thrust one hand around my inner thigh and reached the other hand under my armpit to drag me downstairs as the woman disappeared back into the bedroom. I was brought to a big room that was half the size of the basement. It was a stark room with a daybed and a couple long workbenches. On one wall there was a Brazilian flag. On the other was pegboard with hanging crops, quirts, belts, whips and restraints. My heart pounded not only out of fear but also a strange, lustful anxiety. Somehow I’d welcomed this scenario as my entire life’s fantasy but didn’t envision a man administering my punishment. 

I was really hoping for the woman’s return.

The man undid my right cuff, refastened it in front of me and lifted my wrists over the end of a pipe in the unfinished ceiling.

He picked up what appeared to be a souvenir bat - a small baton. He examined my body while perfecting his grip.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked.

“I am going to give you a sound beating. No one peeps on my wife and gets away with it.” 

He then delivered the first blow to my abs. I was prepared and tensed up for several more shots. He beat my quads for a minute before it became unbearable.

“Please sir, please stop,” I begged. 

“You should have reconsidered your actions!” he replied. “You’re not the first punk to ogle my wife - or to be punished for it.”

Then he struck the back of my legs and then my calves. I noticed he carefully avoided my joints and bones as he continued with the beatings. He repeatedly beat my buttocks and worked his way up my lower back. I could only tighten the target muscles for so long before the agony set in. I was aching and exhausted by the time he beat my upper body and arm muscles. The heavy cramping was nearly as bad as the blows.

Then the woman walked downstairs wearing only a fuchsia colored latex miniskirt that seemed a size too small. She seemed completely uninhibited in front of me topless with her nipples erect. She approached me while crossing her arms in a revealing way that only lifted her boobs. Her eyes were so dark brown that I could hardly see her dilated pupils. Her heavy black eyeliner was extremely sexy and I could no longer suppress my erection. I followed her eyes as she glanced down to see my bulging briefs. She gasped and smiled as she slid her fingers down beneath the fabric to grab hold of my shaft. Her husband took the opportunity to land an agonizing blow to my nuts that sent my body writhing in indescribable pain. I was depleted and tenderized by the time he set down the bat. My wrists hurt from the burden of my entire weight on the handcuffs. The man handed her a blade and gave her a lustful kiss. She then proceeded to cut off my T-shirt and underwear from which my cock was still peeking. Her hands caressed my chest as she pulled away the shredded cloth. She glanced at her husband who had momentarily turned to get something. Quickly, she grabbed my head and plunged her tongue in my mouth before the man turned around.

“What is your name?” I asked her.

Her fingers slid into my mouth as her other hand wadded up the remains of my underwear. Before I could react the fabric was stuffed between my teeth and my resistance muted.

“Shhhh,” she said. “This will help you get through what’s next.” 

“Oh, my name is Paola, but you can call me ‘bitch’,” she said with a wink.

This seemed dauntingly routine for the two of them; something that I wouldn’t have imagined an hour earlier.

Her husband returned with two leather belts and handed her one. He looked at her for a second, probably wondering what we were talking about. She remained in front of me while he took place behind. In no time, both were delivering blows to my body that sent me writhing in pain. I wailed and cried as the two worked me over. No part of my body was spared as the whips came down. My erection was long gone in spite of the fact my dream whore was meting out my punishment of a lifetime. The heavy nipple rings hardly moved as she struck my flesh. I could see Paola’s perfect white teeth as she grinned with each forceful blow. Her body had a sheen of perspiration and after a few minutes she set down her whip and rolled up the bottom edge of her shiny skirt. It quickly rolled like a window shade up the contour of her big hips and around her waist. Now her matching rubber panties were in plain view and being pulled aside once again revealing her long, gorgeous labia. She then reached for a vibrator. 

“Are you ready?” her husband asked her.

“Go.” she demanded. 

He continued to whip me as the woman sat on the bed and vibrated herself at my expense. The buzz resonated as the device rubbed her clit ring. She slid the vibrator between her tits and rubbed her nipples and rings.

I felt I was going to pass out as the whip repeatedly lashed the previous welts. I couldn’t help but watch as she worked herself into orgasm - an orgasm that didn’t come a moment too soon.

On cue, he ceased the whipping and tossed the belt to the side. His callused hands reached under my arms and lifted my weight free from the pipe. He placed my hands behind my back and refastened the cuffs. I could tell he enjoyed the sound and feel of the steel clicking in place as his breath whistled from his nostrils. He shoved me over to the edge of the bed. 

“Service the wife, bitch!” he commanded.

I was kneeling on the floor as the woman slid her panties down to her calves. In one motion she hooked them over my head and behind my neck. She drew her legs up and reeled my upper body onto the bed and my face against her snatch. I was no match to those powerful thighs. Paola fished the fabric from my mouth and gripped my head tightly against her. The smell of rubber and sun oil lingered about her pussy as I willingly nibbled on the folds of skin. There wasn’t even a hint of stubble as she squirmed up and down. 

For some reason I whispered, “I love you, bitch.”

Suddenly she arched her back and squeezed my head as she came - something she did repeatedly. I noticed her eyes were closed as she pulled and twisted on her nipple rings. I glanced occasionally around the room to see where the man had gone. In a mirrors’ reflection I saw him return wearing no clothes except for a leather mask. This was an obvious indication something bad was in store. 

He was sporting a hard on with a cock-ring and priming himself with my tube of moisturizer. He was not in the best of shape and had hair all over his body. 

I was hoping his intentions were to bang is wife next but the sudden realization that my bent over ass was vulnerable prompted me to get up and out of his way.

“HOLD STILL, MOTHERFUCKER!” he bellowed.

“Who said you could get up, slave?” said his wife.

I was still handcuffed and face down as Paola climbed over and sat on my back while facing her man. Her big, round butt prevented me from even turning my head as she straddled my back. Her long hands plunged between my bruised butt cheeks and spread them as her man began to penetrate my ass hole. It was very slow going but I screamed and pleaded to stop. I recall offering money - in the thousands - in return for their mercy. But my offer fell on deaf ears as the head of his cock sank deeper and deeper and his entire length descended into my bowels. I could hardly breathe as I was impaled with his agonizing shaft. His wife cheered him on and also taunted us. 

“Fuck his cherry, TJ” she repeated. “Fill him up!”

She knew his masculinity was on the line. “Show me who’s the man, you big pussy; fuck him harder!” -or something to that effect. 

He was cursing and clinching my waist with each pounding. Paola began grinding her crotch into my back squeezing my arms.

I was disgusted by the guy and could sense a lot of anger in the room - mostly between the couple.

I could hear the bed and springs squeak as the frame thumped against the wall.

I was phasing in and out of consciousness as his pace increased. I could feel his heavy sack slam into mine as he pulled and pushed side to side but I sensed it was nearly over. I couldn’t believe Paola subjected me to this. She seemed like a nice woman but her dark side had surfaced.

I believe he would rather have called the police but was going to get as much mileage out of me as possible. He knew he had carte blanche over me as the trespasser but this was getting extreme and Paola wasn’t helping.  

TJ decided at the last minute to pull out and his wife quickly commandeered his pulsating cock. I could tell by the muffled groans she was enjoying load after load. Although this was the most unpleasant of experiences, my cock was surprisingly rigid as the depraved couple soon discovered. TJ pulled me off the bed and had me standing in a head lock while his wife dropped to her knees and began to take my shaft in her mouth. His cock was still semi-erect as I could feel it against my inner leg. My cuffed limbs were aching. My body still burned from the whipping and my ass hole was ripped and numb from the ordeal. But I was still strangely aroused and as the woman dug her nails into my taut sack and sucked on my cock, I exploded with the long-awaited orgasm of my life. She continued sucking well after my load was spent.

I was surprised to hear some of the offensive things TJ called his wife as she sucked my member- Words like ‘whore’ and ‘slut’. I was a little confused as to who was in charge. Apparently TJ was dominant and his wife was okay with that. She must’ve liked that arrangement because it certainly wasn’t his looks she adored.

TJ undid my cuffs as his wife picked up the belts and clothing. Nothing was really said as I was escorted up stairs and to the door. I half expected to be stuffed in a footlocker or chest but the show was over. I wanted to say something in the way of an apology but I was quickly led to the back door.

“Wait for me in the bedroom,” TJ ordered as Paola disappeared down the hall. I noticed TJ still held the handcuffs as he helped me along and I limped down the porch stairs.

“Don’t ever come around here again.” TJ advised. “You wont be so lucky next time.”

“Thank you, sir.” I said.

I was about to drive away when TJ handed a business card to me. The edges were illustrated with barbed wire but was otherwise blank except for a phone number. 

What was the significance of this? 

I was still feeling slightly adventurous and drove around the block to park. I cut through someone’s yard and back to the couple’s window where it all began. I suspected there was unfinished business between the two and was proven correct by what I saw: Paola was already on her knees and elbows while being fucked from behind. Her wrists were cuffed together as TJ pumped in and out of her upturned ass. I could barely hear their voices but it seemed it was a question/answer session. He would give her buttocks a hard slap after each of her answers. 

Her responding screams of “OH!” were loud and clear, however.

(The spank seemed pretty insignificant in relation to a cock being buried in her ass hole but that’s okay.) 

Her panties were halfway down and her rolled up skirt was being used as a handle. This was fantastic and, of course, I once again brought myself to orgasm. I watched until they were finished and then gave the window a light tapping. Both looked over as I turned to limp away quickly. Something told me that being seen doing the nasty wasn’t the worst thing for either of them. 

I drove home naked, battered and bruised but with my pride and record in tact. 

I called the number but hung up after hearing a message requesting I leave my name and number. I still have the card but am undecided on my next move. 

Stay tuned.

PS: If I fail to provide you a sequel soon, just know that my new name is probably Suzy and I’m doing the couple’s housework in a latex mini!

Whooopie!



Peeper's Reward



Please note that all characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Including my mom. 

*

I don't know what I was thinking about but when I passed the bathroom door and saw it open and my mom in there drying herself off from the shower, I had to stop and look. She was totally naked. I should have passed by but I couldn't, I just backed away a step so that I wasn't right in the middle of the door. She wrapped a towel around her hair and reached up to the shelf to get her lotion. As she stretched up her breasts extended and I saw that her nipples were hard. Her breasts were fine and firm and not what I had imagined them to be. I shouldn't be looking. She squirted some lotion onto her hands and put her foot up onto the edge of the bathtub. She started with her right foot and worked her way up to her pussy. Then the left foot and the same. Every part of my brain was telling me to go but my body just wouldn't agree. I could no more have walked away as I could have flown from the Sears Tower.

Once she had finished with her legs she started to put lotion on her shoulders. She started with her left shoulder. Starting at her back, as far as she could reach. As she did that her right breast thrust forward. It was such a nice, full, firm breast. She progressed to her front and spread the lotion there. It appeared to me as if she was caressing her breast as much as putting lotion on it. Then she switched to her left and I could swear that during the whole time she was paying extra attention to her breasts, massaging them and rolling her nipples between her fingers.

She finally put the lotion back on the shelf and looked at herself in the mirror, striking various different poses that gave me an eyeful of every aspect of her beautiful naked body. She lifted one breast up and looked at it in the mirror. And then the next. She then stood back and looked at herself as she combed her fingers through the hair covering her pussy.

Then it was over. She reached for her white bathrobe and started to put it on. Suddenly my feet could move and I quickly and quietly ran back into my room.

I immediately closed the door, a bit too loudly maybe, and took all of my clothes off as quickly as I could. I couldn't believe the size erection that I had but there it was and it needed attention. As soon as I had kicked my shorts off and across the room and laid my hand on my hard penis, a knock came at the door.

Panic. I was in sheer panic. 

"Matt, can I come in?" my mother asked.

I tripped over my own feet trying to get to my shorts.

"Matt, are you okay?"

"Yeah, uh, yeah, mom. Just a minute, okay?"

I finally stumbled into my briefs and after taking a deep breath opened the door. She was still in her robe with the towel around her hair.

"Are you alright Matt?" she asked.

"Yeah, mom, I was just, you know, like changing my clothes. You know."

She then looked me up and down rather slowly and I felt a bit like she must have felt if she had known that I had been getting ready to pound my pud.

"I don't often see you in just your underwear." she said.

I realised that I still had an erection and worse, the front of my shorts were wet. I quickly grabbed my shirt off the floor and covered my crotch.

"Just changing clothes, mom." 

"If you have a minute, Matt, there is something that I'd like to talk with you about."

"Yeah, mom, sure." I said as I sat down on the edge of my bed trying to make sure that my bulging cock was covered by my shirt.

"Matthew," she said sitting down next to me, "I know that you were watching me."

Oh shit, I thought, I'm really busted. Busted for sure. Big trouble. Really big trouble. I tried my best to look her in the face but I was having a very difficult time. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter.

"Matthew, don't worry about it, okay? I don't mind."

Now this really blew me away. "You don't, uh, you know, like mind that I, uh, saw you, like naked, you know?"

She gave me a look something akin to pity and put her hand on my arm.

"Matt, I don't mind at all. I would much rather be naked around the house but haven't been because either you were too young or I was afraid that you would find me gross. Do you think I'm gross, Matt?"

"Ah, no, mom. I don't think you are gross at all. I, um, well, you know. I don't think you are gross at all."

"Well I'm not sure that I would believe you except for the erection that you have." she said

Jeeze, was I busted.

"So I really don't gross you out?" she asked.

"No mom, really. I think you're hot."

Damn, I was thinking, I wish that I hadn't said that. One does not call ones mother hot when one is sitting next to her wearing only your shorts and sporting a huge hard-on.

"So, Matthew, are you telling me that it is alright for me to be nude when it is just you and me here?"

I was in some kind of corner here but I couldn't figure out what kind of corner it was. I must have looked a bit like a trapped animal with my eyes darting every which way.

"Matthew, I just want to make certain that this is absolutely okay with you. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, mom, sure. Sure, yeah."

And with that she took the towel off, shook her head and ran her fingers through her damp hair. Next she stood up and asked, "Sure?" I said sure. And then, to my total and absolute amazement, she took her robe off. There she was, a foot in front of me, totally, beautifully naked. She looked so soft and wonderful and smelled so fresh. Jeeze, my penis ached. She felt her breasts and rubbed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Her nipples were hard and all that I wanted to do was to hold them and suck on them. I was about to burst and my cock strained against my shorts.

"Come on, sweetie," she said, reaching one hand out to me. "If we are going to be naked together I think that you should help me shave this furry cunt."

And with the other hand she rubbed her hairy crotch and put her fingers deep into her pussy and then led me out.