Professional Voyeur

by Joaane

I'm a private detective, or that's what I tell my friends. It sounds very grand but it's not really. I'm eighteen and the daughter of a policeman. I have worked for this Enquiry Agency for only three months, and only got the job at all, because my dad used to work with the founder.

I was in the outer office one day when a man came in. He was expected and was keeping the appointment already made. The founder greeted him as he always did with new clients. It turned out that the man suspected that his wife Claire was playing away. He complained that she was no longer as keen in bed and has a new youthful spring in her step.

He often has to be away with his business and suspects that she was cheating on him every time. She has started to trim her pubic hair that she had never done before even when he begged her to. She has new underwear, not the comfortable stuff she used to have, but flimsy, exiting stuff. At first he thought it was for his benefit and was horny as hell, but she didn't want to know. He said, "If all this is not for me, who the fuck is it for."

It was arranged for our technical boys and girls to go into the house and wire it up. I got the job of sitting outside logging the comings and goings. I had a laptop computer on which I could see a split screen view of every room in the house and hear what was said. Each camera was movement activated. So from my position I could see everything that took place inside and outside the house. I was ready to record anything and to follow the wife whenever she left the house.

I was in a van, painted in a telephone company livery, across the street from the house. I had the earpiece in and the computer on split screen. I had drinks and snacks and was ready for a long boring session.

The client has two daughters one ten and one thirteen. I watched and listened as Claire, the wife, cooked the evening meal. She took the older girl's meal up to her room and she and the younger one sat at the table in the kitchen.

"I will be going out later, will you be alright with Julie?" she asked.

The girl shrugged her shoulders.

"I won't be long I will be back before bedtime."

Claire was tall and elegant in her late twenties. She couldn't have been more that sixteen when she had Julie.

The meal was all done. The dishes packed into the washer. She went upstairs to her room. I watched as she undressed. I can understand why her husband was suspicious. I am amazed he ever lets her out of his sight. She is stunning. She has long dark hair, a long neck, flawless skin, full round breasts, a flat athletic stomach leading the eye down to the neatly trimmed, but still dense black bush and long, slender legs. I have been straight all my life, but the sight of this lovely woman sent heat and tingles to my pussy. This surprised me and I was a little shocked by my reaction.

I watched as she put on her underwear. Her bra, suspenders, thong and the stockings were all in black. The thong was so small that it barely covered her bush and was puffed out by it. I confess that I was now very aroused. I found myself clenching and unclenching my buttocks and thighs, making me gasp as I hit my climax. No one, even if they could have been watching, would have known that I had just masturbated. I was still aroused. I reclined my chair and put my legs on the desk, I then finger fucked myself to a shuddering orgasm.

When I recovered and sat up again the wife's car was gone off the drive, did she go out or did she garage it. I searched the split screen looking for her. She was gone. I watched the youngest girl heading up the stairs and watched as she went into her bedroom. I was panicking. This was my first ever job out of the office and I was going to get sacked. I had to wait now to see what time she returns, at least I could log that.

I watched as Julie, the older girl listened to her music as she lay on her bed. She absent mindedly put her knees up and then relaxed them, spreading her legs. Her white panties stretched tightly across her pussy, hiding everything. She gently caressed herself over her panties. She would be dreaming about her favourite singer or some boy at school. I remembered doing the same thing when I was her age. The sight was both beautiful and very horny. My mouth was dry and my panties were getting even wetter. They were still wet from when I had pulled them to the side to fuck myself.

Was it me, was I turning into a raving lesbian or was it watching secretly, knowing that I could not be seen, and knowing that what they were doing, they were doing for themselves, not for anyone else, natural and unashamed. I was with her every inch of the way. I was more confident now. I caressed my own pussy as well. The feelings were dulled by my panties and therefore prolonged. No approach to orgasm, no urgency, just wonderful feelings of tingling and hot throbbing. My pussy wept and my panties became wetter and wetter. They became uncomfortable. I slipped out of them and put them into the desk drawer.

Charlotte meantime had been working at her desk and using her computer. I watched as she switched off her computer and stripped naked. No ceremony. Off came the vest and dress in one movement and then off came the panties in another. The socks were peeled off one after the other as she walked towards the bathroom. She was perfectly formed with early tits that were mere bumps of promise but with flawless skin with a wonderful smooth camel toe and a tight springy bottom. She stretched over to turn on the shower which was over the bath. As she did so there was the briefest glimpse of her pussy from the back. She showered and washed herself without dwelling on any particular part. She got out and smothered herself in a huge towel. She dried herself, but then rubbed her pussy with the towel a lot more that was needed to dry it. Clearly she enjoyed the feeling it gave her and I enjoyed the feeling that watching her gave me. She slipped on a tee shirt and jeans. No panties, no underwear at all. She trotted down stairs and sat cross legged in front of the television. That is where she was when her mother returned.

It was quite late. Claire's car stopped outside briefly before reversing onto the driveway. I had crouched down instinctively, but I could not be seen anyway. I feared the headlights more that anything, but she hadn't seen me when she left, there is no reason why she should see me now. She got out of the car looking as fresh and gorgeous as she did before. The girl she had with her was about my age. She was giggling as she almost fell out of the car. She staggered towards the door.

Claire hissed at her "Behave yourself," she said.

The girl tried to stand up straight on her heels, but only managed it when Claire put a supporting arm around her.

She was dressed in a black very tight pencil skirt and a tight and very low cut top also in black. The black seamed stockings and the very high heels, that she could hardly stand up on, told me that she was a barmaid or a hooker or both.

"I'm sorry," she said and leaned her head onto Claire's shoulder. "I'm sorry," the girl said again, "don't be angry. I have wanted you to fuck me all evening. Don't be angry with me darling," she pleaded. Claire squeezed her bottom in an act of forgiveness.

The girl leaned against the wall as Claire opened the door, but Claire had to support her to the living room and flop her onto the sofa. She then walked as elegantly and as sexily as before to the front door. She closed and locked it.

I switched my attention to the computer and adjusted the earpiece. "What's wrong with Lucy?' Charlotte asked.

"She's pissed again darling,"

"Gross!" said Charlotte, "I don't know why you put up with her, she is always drunk."

"Go to bed cheeky," said Claire. She playfully slapped her on the bottom. Charlotte giggled and ran out of the room.

She ran into Julie's room, "Lucy is down there again, drunk as usual," she said.

"Surprise, surprise, third time this week," said Julie. Charlotte curled up on Julie's bed, then she asked, "What do they do down there?".

Julie looked at her for a moment, "Trust me, you don't want to know."

I was watching developments in the living room. Lucy was still flat out on the sofa. Claire had poured herself a drink and was sat watching her.

I was composing my report on the laptop. It had to fit the pictures but miss out the bits about masturbation. The van was filled with the musty smell of my sex. I had to remember to open the window as I drive home. I was thinking how I could explain the presence of Lucy. It had to be the truth, well nearly, sleep rather than fucking myself, but otherwise the truth. The pictures and the timeline were going to be my downfall anyway I couldn't explain where Claire had been and who the drunken teenager was and how she got to the house. I was screwed and I knew it.

Charlotte's voice made me come off the report and go back to the main screen. "I want to know what they do down there and why it's so secret," she was saying.

"It's not a secret, you wouldn't understand," insisted Julie. "I will understand, just tell me," Charlotte's voice was getting shrill.

"Ok, Ok I'll tell you. They will be making love."

"But they are both women," Charlotte said, "If you are not going to tell me the truth then balls to you." she said, storming out of the room and into her own room.

I enjoyed watching Julie strip naked and climb into her bed. She had the same family good looks and bushy minge. She turned out the light and settled down. Charlotte must be laid motionless because the camera in her room had gone off.

I returned briefly to my report, but could not think of a way out of admitting that I had screwed up. Movement in the living room brought the main screen back on. I watched as Claire stripped off her clothes, just leaving her thong. She sat next to Lucy, "Come on my beauty I want you."

Lucy grunted and slowly came to life and smiled broadly. They kissed, at first with loving tenderness that went straight to my pussy, and then with a passion that would not end until they had fucked each other.

Claire clawed at Lucy's clothes, stripping her naked. Her tits were pert and her nipples were erect. Claire kissed and sucked and bit at them. Lucy's pussy was smooth as a baby's. Claire slid down her body until she was kneeling on the floor with Lucy's legs spread wide. She spread her pussy with her thumbs before kissing it with the same passion she had kissed her lips. I had never seen such things before, not for real anyway. My pussy was wetting the seat and aching for attention.

Charlotte's camera came on. It was dark. She had the light off. I could see her by the dim light of the streetlamps through the window. She was on the stairs and was creeping down. She was naked.

I could see her mother licking Lucy's clitoris and finger fucking her, I knew what Charlotte was going to find. I wanted to shout out, no don't go in, but at the same time I wanted to see what happened. My pussy definitely wanted to see what happened and was throbbing at the thought. I only had to touch it for me to squirt all over the seat. I grabbed my panties out of the drawer and squirted my juices into them.

When I recovered I saw Lucy with her back arched and her face in a silent scream shaking through her orgasm. Charlotte was watching from the dark of the hallway. She had her eye pressed to the crack in the slightly open door. I could see from another camera that she had her hand on her pussy and was rubbing it softly.

Claire and Lucy changed places. The sight of her mothers full round tits with the huge nipples standing erect had Charlotte rubbing harder. Lucy peeled Claire's thong down showing off the wonderful and neatly groomed bush of black hair. She pushed Claire down onto the sofa and spread her legs. She kissed and sucked at her clit and finger fucked her. I could hear charlotte's breathing and gasping as she rubbed hard at her little pussy. I saw her legs quivering and heard the long gasp as she hit her climax at the same time as I hit mine.

Her mother was too engrossed in the throws of her own orgasm to hear anything. By the time they were recovered enough to go to bed, Charlotte was in her own bed a little older and a lot wiser.

Gradually the cameras went off as there wasn't enough movement to keep them on. How much of what was on the computer went into the client's report was for others to decide and anyway that was not for a week yet. The agency charged by the day, solving the case in one day just wasn't done. It was time now for me to go home.

It was about 7am when I parked up again outside. I watched Claire and Lucy make love again in the shower. The children were still asleep. It was the school holidays and so there was no rush to get them ready. Claire was able to give her lover the full attention she deserved. Lucy got dressed in the same man trap clothes she had worn the night before. Claire on the other hand just slipped on a loose top and tracky bottoms. No underwear at all.

Before letting her out of the front door Claire pushed Lucy up against it and kissed her hard on the lips. Lucy responded by slipping her hand down the tracky bottoms and teasing what must have been a very wet pussy. They kissed passionately for several minutes before pulling apart and composing themselves.

Claire called up the stairs, "Julie, Julie!"

There was a moaning grunt from upstairs.

"I'm just taking Lucy home, I won't be long."

"Okay, bye." It was a sleepy reply, but Claire was happy that the girls would be ok.

When they went to the car, with Claire in her casual gear, Lucy looked totally out of place, no one dressed like that in the daytime, not even bar maids. I had the car engine running ready to follow them when suddenly Charlotte's camera came on. She had slid out of bed naked. I turned the engine off. I didn't really care where Lucy lived. Instead I put the ear piece in my ear and settled down.

Charlotte went into Julie's room. Julie's camera came on. She turned over and covered her head with a pillow, "go away," she said.

"I want to ask you something, about last night."

Julie's voice conveyed total disinterest, "What?" she asked.

"What's it like to have your pussy kissed?"

Julie hesitated and then slowly turned over to face her sister. "What?" she said again.

"I saw them, last night, kissing each other's pussy, it was very exciting to watch, but what does it feel like?"

Julie's mouth was clearly dry because she was licking her lips over and over. "How should I know?" she said.

"It looked wonderful," Charlotte went on, "the effect it had on them was magical. I want to try it. Can we try it, please, can we?"

Julie sat up in her bed. The duvet fell away exposing her pert tits. Her nipples were erect. "I have never kissed a girl," she said.

"Have you kissed a boy?" charlotte asked.

"Oh yes"

"What was it like?"

"Ok," said Julie."

"Would you show me?"

Julie gently held onto her sisters head and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Charlotte took hold of Julie's breasts and pinched at the nipples. Julie replied by slipping her hand onto Charlotte's pussy and then the kissing became harder and more intense.

"Wow," said Julie," pulling away, "I didn't expect that. This is lovely."

Charlotte jumped up onto Julie's bed. She brought her knees up and spread them. "Kiss me again sis, please kiss me, kiss me there, kiss my pussy," she pleaded.

It was daylight in the street. There were people going to work and a milkman delivering to the houses and there was a postman moving along the row. There was no way that they could see me or know what I was doing I could touch myself, but I had to be careful not to make noise or rock the van. I gasped as Julie got out of bed. Her shiny white skin contrasting with the dramatic darkness of her pubic hair and her nipples stood out proud.

"I've never done that before," she said as she pushed Charlotte's legs further apart. She pushed Charlotte back further onto the bed and knelt doggie fashion between her knees and kissed Charlotte's pussy. Charlotte gyrated and lifted her pussy forcing Julie's lips to move all around her slit. "Oh that is lovely, Oh my god that is gorgeous," she chanted. She started to shake and quiver, Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes," she repeated, as her orgasm gathered and then overcame her. I was shaking as well squirting unto the seat. My thighs were quivering uncontrollably and my pussy throbbed.

I could see Julie's cunt very clearly from the rear with her hand rubbing furiously at her clitoris. Her legs were spread and her bum was up in the air as she dived with relish into Charlotte's pussy. Her bush was neatly groomed, well kept and bushy, but from this angle I could see that she also shaves her pussy lips. The pink of her cunt glistened with her juices.

They stayed together kissing and cuddling. Having discovered a new side to each other they didn't want it to stop. They lay with a hand on each other's pussy. Julie showed Charlotte what it felt like to play with a clitoris. She ran her fingers up and down her slit from her anus to her clit. She gently caressed her hymen. Charlotte mimicked everything her sister did. When she came to caress the hymen her fingers slid inside her sister's cunt. She had done more that kiss a boy as she said. Julie gave a deep sigh and thrust her pelvis out encouraging her sister to fuck her, which she did with increasing speed. Julie pushed her pussy high into the air until she squirted all over her sister's hand and arm and collapsed back down onto the bed.

Both girls were showered and sat with wet hair at the breakfast table by the time their mother returned home. What followed was a typical domestic scene. Breakfast was followed by a discussion about what they needed from the shops. Claire dried their hair and restored their styles. I saw them come out and I followed them to the shops.

I was dirty, smelly and uncomfortable. I took this chance to go home and clean up. I bathed caressing myself remembering the sights I had seen. I tried to think of my boyfriend and his cock and the fun I have had with it, but I couldn't. My mind kept going back to the girls and I climaxed over and over again. I was bisexual and just had to accept it.

I downloaded everything to CDs. I had decided what I was going to do with it. I parked outside the house again. They had already returned from the shops. I checked all the screens. It was just a scene of domesticity.

I found myself at the front door. It was answered by Julie. "Mum! It's for you," she shouted. To see her in the flesh close up sent a surge of heat to my pussy.

Claire came to the door with a puzzled look on her face.

"You don't know me, but I know you very well," I handed her the CD. "Take a look at that. I will be in the van across the road." Still puzzled she took the CD and looked at both sides of it, as you do, seeing that they were blank. "What is this?" she asked.

"Just take a look at it. I will be in the van waiting." I walked away back to the van. I watched her on the screen as she took the CD and slipped it into the player.

The girls were in the kitchen playing on the table. Claire was knelt down close to the TV. I saw the shock on her face and I heard the gasp as she recognized herself and her house. She looked in my direction looking for the camera. She fast forwarded gasping at each revelation. She saw herself sucking and fucking. He saw her girls doing the same. She switched it off and within seconds she was sat next to me in the van.

"What the fucking hell is this all about," she demanded. She was very frightened and very angry.

"Don't be alarmed," I said, "I mean you no harm, quite the contrary, I want you."

I explained the whole story to her and finally I said, "I desperately want to be part of you and your family. I have orgasmed with you and the girls every time you have. I couldn't betray you to your husband or anyone else. I couldn't just put the report in and sit back and watch your family destroy itself. If your husband saw this CD you would not only lose him, but you would lose your home and your children as well. I couldn't let that happen, not when all I want is to be part of your sexual circle." There was a stunned silence.

The silence was heavy. She looked me up and down. I stood up and raised my skirt showing her my naked pussy. "Who is this Lucy anyway?" I asked. She grinned, "Lucy? Lucy is just a convenient shag." She said. "You saw that she is a piss head. Ironically I met her at one of my husband's corporate parties. I was bored and I met her in the ladies. She was one of the barmaids. We were drunk and she flattered me. I knew that she had been shagged my husband. It was obvious from the way he looked at her. She was obviously randy because she then, suddenly, without warning, kissed me."

Her eyes had glazed over as remembered the feelings, but she went on, "I knew that she was a slag and that she had been shagging my husband, but I had no idea that she fancied me as well. I was also surprised at the strength of my own urges. I don't know if it was because I could fuck his slag right under his nose and experience her orgasm as he had done, all I knew was that I was more randy than ever before. I had already gone off sex with him, thinking it wasn't worth the mess and therefore I understood when a well meaning friend told me that Jack was shagging the office bike who was also the local bar mail. As you have seen she is gorgeous. In those toilets I suddenly wanted her, my pussy was hot and throbbing. The passion this girl unlocked was life changing. She had me on the sinks. She had my panties off and went down on me."

Her eyes were still grazed over again as she spoke in a low voice like a confessional, "I put my panties in my bag and as the evening went on we would leave the group as one or the other of us announced that we needed to powder our nose. During that wonderful evening we searched each other's body, sucking and fucking each other. I had forgotten how powerful orgasms could be. I was hooked. She left my husband's office and is now the barmaid at a local pub. Sometimes, when my husband is away I text her simply saying "I want to fuck," I then go and pick her up and we fuck." She looked at me, "the rest you know" she said.

"What about now," I asked, "now that you know about me and about the girls and what about them girls, my mouth waters at the thought of them, young and virginal, just waiting to be educated." I realised that I was gasping at the thought of it.

"What can I do, they clearly take after their mother," she said, "So what now?"

I spoke up, I was thinking aloud really, "I have been straight all my life until now," I said, "Watching you and the girls has changed my life. "I have never been so randy. Even when I think about you my pussy weeps. I'm not a virgin. God I even have a boyfriend. I forgot about him. You know, I've sucked cock and tasted spunk, but I have never tasted pussy. I have never even felt a pussy apart from my own."

I suddenly came to a decision, "If you and the girls can live a blameless life for a week, this computer can have an accident and then I would have to start the surveillance all over again.

She leaned across and kissed me, "Thank you," she said, "You will not regret it."

I wasn't so sure that the girls could behave themselves for a week. "What about the girls?" I asked.

"I know what you mean," she was thoughtful for a moment. "We will have to show them the movie of themselves."

"And it will have to be made clear what is at stake," I said, "But you know, you can all come to my place if any of you need to, and of course, there is always the van."

She smiled a sweet smile. Clearly she liked the plan. "Let me put one thing right." She said.

She slipped out of her panties and straggled my chair. I was presented with her lovely bush at face level. I cuddled the bush with my face, it was warm and comforting. I slipped my fingers along her slit from her anus to her clitoris. It was smooth and slippery. Her odour hit my nostrils like a drug. My head spun and my pussy wept. I spread her lips and kissed her gaping pussy. I licked it and liked it, I could not get enough. I gorged on her, I pressed my tongue into her. Milking her and lapping her up. Cock is no comparison, my boyfriend was history. I pressed four fingers into her and fucked her until she came into my face.

We changed places. My legs would barely carry me. My knees shook uncontrollably. My panties were wringing wet and slipped down to the floor unaided. I straggled her as she had done. Her expert tongue had me coming in floods immediately and continuously. She fucked me to a height I had never reached before. Tears ran down my face. I collapsed onto her knees and kissed her hard. I knew that I was a lesbian now for life.

That night the van window got smashed and the laptop was stolen. It was reported to the police, but they did not expect to ever find it. I remember thinking, "Not unless they drank the ship canal."