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 "Peeping on the peeper", By: WriterNoone

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   You come home after school, and find yourself, once again, locked-out of
your apartment.  Luckily, you never leave your sliding-glass door locked.
It's a slight inconvenience, but for you, it is only a hop skip and a jump
away, almost literally.  You must have climbed to the second floor balcony
two dozen times, in your first six months here.

   Luckily, the land-lord was kind enough to set you up in an unoccupied
building.  Well, up until a few days it was unoccupied by anyone other than
you.  Someone must have moved-in when you were away for the weekend, and
you had not even noticed until you get ready to scale the iron bars on the
porch.

   Normally, you would not have peeped, as you find yourself doing now, but
what you captured in a moment, while getting ready to hike-up the bars,
keeps you looking.  There was a beautiful tall blond, with thick, round and
firm breasts, hunched over a pile of curious sexual devices.  You could
tell her breasts were firm, possibly fake, by the way they held their form
while she remained hunched-over, then stood, without them changing shape.

   She was not paying attention to anything outside, perhaps because her
curtains, which were rather thin, didn't let her see out.  The world was
nearly black behind you.  Thick woodlands ran from here, all the way to the
highway, making this apartment a quiet little place to live.  This
particular unit was also an older isolated one, which is the other reason
you wanted it.  Her too, as you are about to find-out.

   After standing, she headed over to a computer, the screen facing away
from your view, but you assumed it was displaying porn.  She clicks and
types, then goes back to the pile of toys on the floor.  Her hand kind-of
glides over the pile, while she looks up to something, also out of your
view.  You watch intently, hoping she picks the "V" shaped toy.  You are
not sure what it is, exactly, but it looks interesting.

   As if she is reading your mind, she eventually grabs the "V" toy.  She
holds it up, admiring it, again looking at something just out of your view.
Your hand slides inside of your pants, as you hug the corner of the porch,
to ensure you are not seen.  She licks both tips of the naughty looking
tool, and lays back across an autumn, her body on display for you.

   Slowly, she runs both of the soft, flexible demon-tongues from her
parted lips, down her neck, and up along each breast.  She slides it back
and forth, wetting her perky nipples with the licked pointed ends.  Back
and forth, several times, poking, rubbing, swirling, and gently tapping her
nipples, before continuing lower.

   She reaches her belly-button, tracing the contour of her navel, then
sliding down to her bald-waxed puffy mound.  Her thick lips remain clamped
tight, hiding her clit.  Even with her legs spread rather wide, the inner
delicacies remain tucked away from view.  She slides the devils-tongues up
and down her puffy mound, making it puff-up more, and slowly open, like a
budding flower.

   Through the shadow of her crevasse, a bright pink fleshy mass rises. 
Her clit rushes to fill with blood, making it thicken and rise from the
shallow depths of her pubic folds.  It shines, from the expanding delicate
fullness, not from moisture, as she continues to tease herself.

   You run your fingers along your body, imitating her actions, but with
your own devils-fingers, instead of a toy.  You fight-off the urge to
progress more than she has, but it is difficult.  Her moan snaps your
attention back to her, since you were spacing-out on your own feelings,
while repeating what you just saw.

   Now she is sliding each tip along the parting mound, reaching into
slickness and coating each tip of the toy with her moisture.  She moves the
two pointed tips up through her slit, turning the toy to make her slit
spread into a gaped view.  Along her thin inner-lips, the tips slide, up
towards her hooded bulbous clitoris protrusion.  She pinches the soft, firm
tongues closed around her clit, like a gentle grip from a set of ice-tongs,
and she moans again.

   Your hand slows-down, in your pants.  You don't want to also be moaning
out here.  She stops, gets up, goes to the computer, types something and
then returns.  She is looking off in the distance again, waiving her hand
over the toys.  Another one catches your eyes, as she nears it.  Again, she
grabs that toy, as if reading your mind.  You have no idea what that toy
is, either.  It looks like a rolled-up pair of socks with a curved tip on
one end.

   She lays back against the autumn, and slowly inserts it into herself. 
You repeat her actions, using your fingers, maintaining control of
yourself, which is getting difficult to do.  Suddenly, the front door slams
open and a guy enters the apartment.  He is yelling all sorts of
profanities at her, calling her a slutty bitch, as he approaches her.  You
only see a moment of him grappling her wrists, pulling her around, up off
the autumn, before you realize you just bolted to try and help her,
instinctively.

   You enter through the open door and begin pounding on the stranger who
is still tossing her about, and yelling at her.  Without warning, he turns
around, snapping-up your wrists, and spinning you around with a tight
locked grip.  That is when you notice the giant monitor on the wall.  It is
playing a loop of you, standing outside, with one hand down your pants and
the other hand up inside of your shirt.

   "I you want your turn, you are going to have to wait.  Go close the
fucking door you peeping bitch...  Do you live in a damn barn!", he says as
he pushes you away, towards the door.  "And don't think about running
away!", he continues.

   You are unsure why you didn't run out, well, you know why, just not why
you still remained.  You slowly close the door, your eyes looking at the
monitor until it is completely closed.  You turn around, he has stopped
handling her, but is continuing to call her all sorts of profanities.  She
eventually replies, "Yes Master!"

   She looks a lot less alarmed now, but still seems resistant to his
actions.  He yells again, as she whimpers and grovels, as an undertone. 
"Get me something to shut her up...", said to you.You instantly reach down
and grab a ball-gag, which he then instructs you to put it on her.  You
have no idea how to put it on, but you manage to get it on, reducing her
whimpers to a lulled pathetic few gasps through her nose.

   He double-checks it, and seems satisfied with the way it is secured. 
"You see what you did to her?  You scared the little bitch!  It looks like
she pissed herself.  Why did you do that to her?", he asks, pointing at the
obvious wet patch at your crotch.  He continues as he pinches her cheeks
with one hand, making her lips pucker-up around the edges of the ball-gag.

   "Take off those soiled clothes!", he says to you, but not at you.  With
a little hesitation, you start to remove your top.  "No, not you, her...",
he says, as he guides her over to you, kneeling her on the floor.  "Make
her do it...  Tell this bitch to take those soiled clothes off of you. 
Tell her how much of a slutty tease she is..."

   You do, without conviction, and add...  "You are going to pay for this,
you horny slut.  You almost made me cum, when you came.  Now I have to
start all over again!" You assume this is some sort of sex game, and are
getting too excited to stop playing along.  He tells her to do it slower,
as she continues to undress you.  She stops when she finally gets to your
drenched panties, admiring them, letting him admire it.

   "Keep going.  They are not going to get themselves off!", he says.  "Yes
Master", she mumbles through the gag.

   You use her head as a prop, while she slides your panties off, taking
them into her tight gripped hand, like she has no intentions of giving them
back.  You think, perhaps this is a twisted reward for her, a trophy?  They
both stare at your slick shaved mound, almost in awe, slightly distracted
as they continue.  You stand motionless, like a statue, enjoying the
awkward moment of silence.

   "Now mine", he demands in a loud voice, to her.  Guiding you around to
her back-side, while she begins stripping him.  "And don't let me get soft.
I don't want a floppy penis exposed to everyone."

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   To be continued.