****** Margareth by jackjack ******
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Margareth


I admit fair and square, that my hobby was not normal, but in my 15 years of
adulthood, I was never able to resist this temptation, rather the contrary, I
carefully developed it into an obsession, investing in a large scope, enabling
me to pick up details, and keeping a log on my growing experience.

I was a voyeur...

Some years ago I had moved into this tall building, and slowly and carefully
tracked down every window I could get a clear shot at, to find women to
secretly admire, hopefully naked, but just in nightgowns or hot wear would be
fine too. However this last event has completely changed my future, here is my
log:

Day 26

One more Tuesday, 1800 hours. Sharp on the hour, Miss Page-hair is pulling away
the curtains to her living-room. She is dressed in her usual angel wings,
casually sweeping over her apartment ( to find something?)

She is bending over to confirm her outline through her almost transparent
clothing.

Then, as usual, she removes the pad in her comfort chair, and goes to the
closet in the hall, out comes again her action man, full size apparently non-
inflatable, which she now drags across to her chair, and from behind pulls into
it, so the head of the "man" is visible in the seat of the chair.

For a moment she stands there, breathing? Talking to it? Or whatever, then she
slowly wriggles herself out of her panties, hikes up her gown, turns her back
to the chair, and slowly ease herself into a nice position on top of her action
man.

You wonder why I'm punctual by the window every Tuesday? She's downright
magnetic! I have often wondered if I had the nerve to look her up, and confess
to her.

Now is the time for her to waste a couple of hours, with a bottle of champagne
and a good book to read, while probably also listening to music, judging by the
remote control she attends in-between...

Clock is ticking, I have watched her occasionally, since six o'clock, now it is
a few minutes to eight, in a few minutes she will get up, go and draw the
curtains across, and that's the end of 26th. voyeur eve.

Yes there she goes, as usual she takes a look at the panorama in front of her,
from the 12th floor judge, then draws curtains close and conceals what's going
on in rest of the evening by her.

Well, perhaps there is a consolation prize on Friday? Sometimes she seems to
loose her track close to the weekend, and runs an additional Tuesday show.

Perhaps.

Day 27

This is Friday, I'm probably correct, I just come from the mall, I saw her
shopping, saw the bottle of champagne in her bag, and followed her to her
doorstep, no that is not true, I "went into the wrong building."

Her name is Margareth. She seems to be single for some reason. As I realised
what this meant now, I felt an incredible fever inside me, now was the time to
gain her acquaintance. I went back to the mall, and bought flowers and
champagne too, then waited for the clock to reach nearly six, before I went
down and over to her block, up to her floor, and outside her door rang the
bell. Now there was no return. I heard bare feet flapping behind the door, and
then it was opened.

There she stood, with a bathrobe hastily swung across her shoulders, with her
bright eyes wide open and a strange wild expression on her face: "Yes?" she
queried.

"Look I'm sorry to interrupt you at this time, but maybe we could talk for a
while? It'd mean very much to me."

She looked first at me, then at the flowers, then the bottle, and suddenly
smiled: "Well why not?"

She stepped back, to allow me inside, then closed the door and led me to her
livingroom. I was surprised to find she did not try to prevent me and, looking
over her furniture, I found nothing alarming about it. Did I arrive too fast?

"Anything wrong?" she asked me.

"Oh no, not really," I said. "I just.. well I happened to see you down at the
mall, and..."

She looked close at me, "Then you followed me.. yes thanks I've heard that
before, just for this one occasion?"

I looked at her probably in a puzzled way. She had settled beside me in the
sofa, and now reached over to put her hand on mine.

"For some time," she said, "there's been strange reflections from a window
across from here, it's above my level, so I don't know who or what was at the
other end, a person, did he have a scope? But sooner or later I figured it
would arrive at my doorstep, you arrived here, I figure it's you!"

I didn't know what to answer, was it all that simple?

She seemed to penetrate me, "Your arrival at six o'clock sharp, is no
coincidence, you are probably able to tell me where I keep my partner?"

She smiled her huge smile again, as I blushed heavily.

"You brought me flowers and champagne, my favorite, that's kind of you, what do
you expect in return from all this?"

She now looked at me more cautious, and I gulped before trying to answer, as
this was not easy for me, "Well I hoped for a slight chance to perhaps..."
(damn it if I could say it to her, no I should probably have stayed behind my
scope)

She smiled, "You hoped for a chance to fuck me, is that it?"

"Ah, well sort of," I replied.

Her eyes went wide open, "Sort of, don't you know if you want to or not?"

I took a deep breath, then answered her, "Yes I know about your action man, and
how you treat him, I am the guy with the scope, what I hoped for was to
perhaps.. be.... your.....action man......?"

I dared not look at her straight away, but when I finally did, she had the most
delightful smile on her face, "Well, so you wanna go inside my chair instead of
my closet man."

She got up from the sofa, and over to the window, drew across the curtains,
then wandered back and forth a few times, still smiling.

"But are you not afraid of what may happen to you down there, I mean after all
there's much difference in what my partner may stand up to from me, and what
you are capable of, do you really still want to?"

"Yes I'd really love to, I find women's bottoms adorable, but never really had
the chance of enjoying them as much as I wanted to, but perhaps you will allow
me the honor to have it corrected?"

She seemed to contemplate it for a while, then finally reached a conclusion,
"Alright, I think it's just fair, but be prepared to have me force you through
any event even against your wish, I won't tolerate any upheaval for any reason,
I enjoy these evenings of relaxation in my own way, and for the reason of no
complaining, I let partner into my life, if you take his place, you're most
welcome, I'd really enjoy it, but I expect you to not ruin the evening, deal?"

"Deal!" I agreed.

She reached out a hand, "I'm Margareth," she said. "Just call me Maggie."

"I'm Peter," I replied.

She smiled.

"Great!" she said. "Then come over here."

She led me to the back of her chair, took out the pad, and motioned me to
enter.

"You are self-propelled, so find yourself a place in there, for the entire
evening!"

I wriggled myself in place, and Maggie went to the front, and secured my wrists
to some cuffs in each side of the chair, I didn't expect that and Maggie,
looking at my face, realised that:

"Caught!" she smiled, then went to the table to open the champagne.

She poured it into a glass and drank. I felt my dry mouth, and looked at her,
but she just smiled, "Ah thirsty and wanna taste? Well perhaps later, provided
of course you've been a very good boy, and done your best to relieve your
mistress, yes?"

Then she turned her back to the chair, and I knew what would happen now, yes
she pulled down her panties, then took off the robe, and while arranging her
gown, she slowly sank into her chair, wrapping my face completely between her
gorgeous soft and warm buttocks.

For a while, she wriggled back and forth, but finally she seemed to find a
comfortable position, and I felt how she reached for the book, or was it the
remote? Or both, the music went into the room, and I felt her relax, then I
carefully probed my tongue out between my lips, further until I felt her
against it.

She didn't make one motion as to make me aware of if she liked or not, but I
had, of course, reasons to assume she did, and went on, more eager now as I
found her clit, and gave it a nice long-lasting treat.

For a long time we were just like that, then suddenly Maggie couldn't help it
anymore, and burst out in a loud moaning outcry, as she came in my mouth,
forcing it down my throat, which made me instantly come as well. It was no
surprise to me, for some while I had noticed her crotch get more and more moist
and sweaty, and knew thus how I was doing. However, all the while Maggie
enjoyed my treatment, she didn't move one inch away from her seat.

Apart from spreading her thighs slightly to allow her to speak to me and
smiling, announce that I had deserved my drink, she didn't care much more for
me. She told me to regain my position, then squeezed her thighs together again,
while she laughed, "Now my new partner, feel your luck as I toast to you!"

Then I felt sweet warm juice running down my throat, She peed in my mouth! So
this was the embarrassment she warned me off; it was a sweet embarrassment!
Covered discretely under her bum, she served me her golden pee that was so
exhilarating to think of. I writhed and wriggled by thinking of it, then Maggie
told me to lick her clean, still without moving away. I did as she told me and
then heard her say, "Well I might as well finish myself, once and for all."

Then first she moved slightly ahead, to allow me to taste her.. her rear
entrance! It was unbelievable, I realised now what she just said, would she
then.....? Yes, now I felt how her crack opened, pushing back my tongue, and
her large turd of waste entering my mouth. Maggie sat still heavily on my face,
thus mercilessly forcing me to down her brown dump. Oh, I couldn't believe it,
until.. until.. a sweet erotic movement crept in upon me by the thought that
now I was her toilet, I drank her pee, and now I ate her waste. Yes, I decided
to take the next bite freely, and shove down my throat using my tongue, then
suck some more straight out from her arse, and then when she was finally done,
to lick her thoroughly clean as to thank her for her treatment.

After that she got up, "Oh this was so good!" she smiled. "Was it good for you
too?"

I nodded, unable to speak from excitement.

"Yes I think so," she said. "You were not much resistant, bet you perhaps even
liked to play my toilet, didn't you?"

"Yes!" I finally uttered. "I liked it so much, and if you like to train and
install me as your private and personal toilet, I don't mind."

She smiled, "You're such a freak, but you bet I'll train and get you to work,
only will I not keep you for myself, a few of my friends will come around, and
I'll show you to them, and let them have a go on you, would you like that?"

I closed my eyes and thought it over, "Better face it now, your voyeur time is
past history, close it down, and come to me, fill out my needs...."

So dear guys out there, end of a voyeur.

End of log.