Professional Voyeur, Part 2

by Joaane

My boss, at the enquiry agency where I work, was less than happy about the break in on the van, while I was in charge of it. The insurance would pay for everything, and he can still charge for my time, and after all, my dad is his best friend, so the dressing down was mild in the extreme. Anyway, I knew that he fancied the knickers off me. If I hadn't been his mate's teenaged daughter he would have been pawing me like he does with the other girls. He didn't know that I knew about his amorous adventures. Believe me it is not a mental picture I want in my head, but I think that is why he is happy for me to be doing the outside leg work, an inexperienced eighteen year old girl.

Claire and the girls, Charlotte who is ten and Julie thirteen, were my first surveillance job, but I fell in love with them and could not report them. The house was wired for sound and vision. Claire and I were now busy faking an innocent week of CDs to show an innocent wife to her husband. I had taken two CDs of the real happenings in the house. One for Claire and one for me, I didn't know, or care, what Claire did with hers, but I knew what I was doing with mine. Every quiet moment I fucked myself silly watching it.

We decided that if she was too innocent he would never believe it. We had to show him what has caused the changes in his wife. Why she was now sensual and sexy. The girls on the other hand had to be totally innocent of anything. We had to show the girls the whole CD, so that they would understand the seriousness of it all. We did this in the van, using my smart new laptop. We couldn't do it in the house for obvious reasons.

Julie was sat on my chair and Charlotte was stood behind her. Their mother and I were sat on the desk each side of the computer watching the girls closely as they watched the CD. Charlotte was once again sobbing as she did whenever she was trying to escape punishment. Julie was crimson in the face embarrassed and guilty and squirming in the chair. She was licking her lips a lot, clearly her mouth had gone dry.

"Don't be afraid," Claire said soothingly, "I have never loved you more and been more proud of you than I am now." Charlotte used her other defence weapon and put her arms out, "Mommy, I love you mommy," she said, putting on her baby voice as she ran to her mother who had to spread her legs quickly to avoid Charlotte running into her knees. This must have shown both girls that she was not wearing panties. I already knew it because it was me that took them.

Claire took her into her arms and kissed her gently on the forehead and then her closed eyes and then her lips. It was comforting and tender. She slipped off the desk and turned, still gently holding onto her daughter, and then lifted her onto the desk. She kissed her hard on the lips forcing the child's mouth open. She slipped her hand up the girls skirt and caressed her pussy over her panties. The girl purred her approval.

I too was overcome with love. I crouched down in front of Julie. This simple act, in my mini skirt, showed her that I wasn't wearing panties either. There was the faintest smile on her lips as she realised what was to come. I leaned forward and kissed her.

I slid down to my knees, as I did so she took hold of my top and pulled it over my head. She then threw her head back knowing what was coming. I placed first one then the other of her legs over an arm of the chair. I kissed her pussy, at first over her panties. I felt, tasted and smelt her juices through her wet gusset. She lifted her bottom allowing me to take hold of her thong. She brought her knees up together showing me the shaved part of her pussy as her thong came off. She put her legs over the arms again. She leaned forward and undid my bra. She giggled as my breast sprung out with the nipples stood erect and then she lifted her bottom high. I pressed a tit against her wet pussy my nipple teased her slit. She gyrated, giggling a girlie giggle as she pressed her clitoris against my nipple and then into her gaping cunt. I was never so horny as when this teenager fucked my erect nipple. It was too much, I kissed her naval and then crouched down to suckle her clit. I slipped three fingers into her cunt and fucked her hard. She trembled through her orgasm, gasping for air.

We clawed at each other's clothes until we were both naked. I sat in my chair. I spread my legs and gave my new girlfriend full access and she took the fullest advantage. I rose up to a magnificent climax aided, as if help had been needed, by the sight of Charlotte's cute bottom, still in her cotton panties waving in the air as she bent to the job of diving into her mother's ample pussy. He mother meantime was stroking the back of her head and purring with pleasure. Suddenly I was overtaken by my orgasm and squirted my juices all over Julie's head and hair.

My new girlfriend was as beautifully formed as possible. Her dark hair now shiny with my juices fell to half way down her back. Her skin was flawless, from her long elegant neck, over her pert little breast with their over sized nipples, down her lovely stomach to her smaller but equally dense bush, dark and perfectly triangular. I loved her. My pussy wept just at the sight of her.

I drove us all to my place were they could shower and reassemble themselves ready to arrive innocently at home. Both girls knew the part they had to play.

The plan we hatched was to show that the fitness exercise, the body care and the sexy underwear were all for the benefit of Jack her husband. We decided to lay a guilt trip on him. We prepared a script and faked a phone call. "Yes I'm feeling good," she was saying, "I have taken ten years off myself. I want jack to know what he's missing. I mean, I can't believe he fucked that bitch at the office. I will make him beg."

I had her standing naked in front of the mirror caressing her body, talking to Jack as if he was there, "This is what you married, she was saying. I had her on her bed masturbating with fingers and dildo gasping out, "Jack, Oh Jack," as she orgasmed. I had her looking at old youthful pictures of her husband and frigging herself.

My report told of a wife that found out that her husband had been unfaithful. A woman deeply hurt, determined to show him what he was missing. Trying to get fit and make herself desirable again, but determined to make him work for it, determined that he would get nothing until he started to appreciate her. Until he dated her and pampered her and charmed her like he did with the slappers that he's been fucking.

I was in the outer office as he warmly shook my boss by the hand. I saw the broad smile on his face as he left with my report.

Moments later I was called into the office. "Close the door," he said. This usually meant a dressing down. I saw the expressions on the faces of the others in the outer office.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant," he said. "He was so pleased with your report and CD that he has left a bonus for you. I didn't want the others to be jealous." He handed me a cheque for 500 pounds. This was recognition of my talents, but not in the way they thought. I realised that I could protect my fellow women and earn bonuses doing it. An important career decision was made.

The technical team went into the house again and stripped out all the equipment.

We were free to be ourselves, our new selves. When hubby was away I moved in and lived there, and out again before his return. Charlotte slept with her mother and I slept with Julie, with occasional wonderful cross matching.

This was my new life now. My boyfriend cried when I dumped him. He asked me if there was another man. I was honest when I assured him that there wasn't. He was somehow happier that no one else had fucked me. I didn't enlighten him. I just told him that it was over and that we were not going anywhere.

I have a new love, a thirteen year old girl that has taken my heart and has turned my life. When she is not at school she is constantly by my side. My phone is full of naughty messages, sent from the classroom, horny as hell. That girl can wet my panties by remote control.

Julie is often with me in my van when I'm working. Our work is mostly marital work. We work for women spying on their men or men spying on their women trying to catch them at it. It's not my job to judge but my bias is always in favour of the women. They would have to be downright evil for me to drop them in it. The men on the other hand only have wank out of place.

I was in the office smiling at a text from Julie when a young man came in unannounced asking to see the boss. I recognized him at once. I am no football fan but this player was often seen and photographed out and about at night. The boss, much more impressed with this handsome young man than I was, threw open his office door and waved him in. The other girls were all excited and giggling. He wasn't there long and signed autographs on his way out. The girls raced to the window to watch him drive away in his very expensive car.

The boss called me in. "I have a job for you," he said. "Close the door. Secrecy is very important on this one."

This young footballer has signed for a foreign club. He wants to dump his young wife and baby. He wanted to be free. He was going to be earning more money than you could imagine. He did not want to be held back and he didn't want to share it. He has bought the house and has left them secure but he wants out of the marriage, but he also wants as cheap a settlement as possible.

"You get the job on Monday," the boss said, "The techies are in the house over the weekend. He is taking the wife and baby to stay with her mother."

I just thought, "The bastard, I bet she thinks he's wonderful, what a bastard."

The house was a modest detached house in suburbia. A telephone van did not look out of place in the street. Such things are virtually invisible. The techies had done a good job so I could see and hear everything.

It was in fact Monday evening when I parked the van in the half light of dusk. There was no one about. Julie and I settled down to an evening observing the activities in the house. She was sat on the other chair. It was an armless secretary type swivel chair. We soon found the fun we could have with it. We could swivel the other around taking advantage of lips, breast and pussy with the minimum effort or delay. Julie was seriously turned on by the thought of spying on the intimate moments in the life of an unsuspecting woman.

Our attention was on the wife. She must have worked hard, because she had got her figure back perfectly. She was lovely, but with over sized heavy breasts. We watched as she prepared a bottle for the baby. We watched as the banana shaped bottle was laid on the side table next to the bed. We watched as she stripped naked. Her tits were heavy with milk. "What's the bottle for," I said not expecting an answer. I looked at Julie, she was staring wide eyed and caressing herself gently over her school panties. Her legs spread, caressing herself and her white knee socks were all a turn on. I leaned over and kissed her. I knelt in front of her. She threw her legs over my shoulders and clamped my head between her quivering thighs. All I could do was suck at her juice soak panties.

I don't know what I missed whilst I was a delicious prisoner, tasting my lover, but Stacy the wife had gone back downstairs and had prepared a bath for the baby. Baby powder and baby oil were set out everything was made ready. She laid the baby down on the mat and stripped the little girl who was cooing and giggling all along. She took off the nappy and wiped her as clean as she could before putting her into the bath. She then washed the baby thoroughly and wrapped her up in the big towel and then carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

She laid the child onto the centre of the bed and then joined her. She puffed up the pillows and leaned back. She then lifted the grateful baby to a breast. The baby held onto the bulbous tit and sucked hard onto the nipple. The mother reached across to the table and retrieved the bottle, which she sucked on like the baby. Julie and I just looked at each other.

She then started to tease her clitoris with the teat of the bottle and then thrush the whole of the teat and a lot of the bottle up herself. As the baby fed and as milk oozed from the other tit she fucked herself with her eyes closed. Every now and then she would remove it and suck on the milk filled and pussy juice soaked teat. The sight was very erotic. We gasped as she soaked her fingers with her juices and caressed the baby's tidy pussy. The baby smiled and cooed. She then put the baby to the other breast and fucked herself to her orgasm with the bottle. It was bizarre but somehow very sexy to watch. I was wet as she laid the baby on her back and kissed and licked at the little pussy. The child giggled and rocked from side to side with pleasure. The mother working her own pussy told us who was enjoying it the most.

She must have dressed the baby in night clothes and put her into her portable cot and she must have taken the whole thing downstairs, because that was where they were when I surfaced from my own orgasm. Julie was massively turned on and had released my tits from my top and had locked on to one of them and sucked me harder then ever whilst she finger fucked me. I was lost to the pleasure of the slight pain at my tit and the delicious pleasure at my pussy.

When I did look up again Stacy was fully dressed and the baby was asleep. There was nothing unusual going on, she went about doing all the domestic things that we all do. Julie was sat in my chair with one ankle resting on the other knee leaning back looking very bored. I had somehow ended up on the less comfortable secretary chair.

"Look at this," I said. Julie sat up and looked, "What?"

Stacy had empted the bottle and washed both it and the rubber teat. She was now using a breast pump the draw milk from herself. "The bottle," I said, "It's her own milk she was using on the bed."

All Julie said was "Wow." That single word said it all, because she was smiling in mock orgasm and pretending to bite her lip.

Our attention was taken suddenly by the phone ringing. Stacy picked it up. We could only hear Stacy's side of the conversation, "Bloody techies'" I thought.

"Yes babe, come round, no they are playing away down south, your lovely brother won't by back tonight. If you want, bring your night things, yes she is asleep. See you later, bye."

We were going to wrap it up for the night, but not anymore. We waited, our attention renewed. We were fully observant when we saw a light wobble its way along the road. It was a girl of about sixteen on a bicycle. She wore a track suit and had a bag strapped to her back. She swung into and up the driveway without slowing down at all. She knocked on the door but entered without waiting. "Hi," she called. Stacy was back in the kitchen making coffee. She poured two cups. "Hi Beth,' she said, Do you take milk"

"You know I do," Beth laughed. Stacy took the bottle of breast milk and poured some into Beth's coffee. Beth took a sip, "Lovely," she said. She sat down on a kitchen chair and placed the cup on the table, "Can I have fresh?" she asked.

Stacy stood in front of her and lifted her top. The girl locked onto the nearest tit. Stacy threw her head back with the pleasure of it. Beth slurped on the tit and slipped a hand down the front of her tacky bottoms. She frigged herself vigorously. The scene continued for several minutes, but then Stacy withdrew the tit. "Come on," she said, "We have all night." Beth smiled and wiped the milk from her chin and returned to the coffee.

"You know he will be shagging all the slappers down there," Beth said, referring to her brother.

"How cares," Stacy leaned forward and kissed Beth lightly on the lips. I have you and the baby. I don't give a shit what he does."

My report virtually wrote itself, but not before we watched the events of the evening. We were both naked waiting to be entertained. We did not need to wait long.

Beth had nothing under her tracksuit. She was able to strip naked in just two movements. She was pretty in a girl next door way sort of way. It was immediately obvious that the ginger hair was real because her bush was as nature intended, untouched and ungroomed and very ginger.

She impatiently stripped Stacy, releasing her tits was easy, but the tight jeans was another matter. She peeled them down taking the thong with them. Stacy finally kicked them off and lay on the sofa. Beth straggled Stacy's face and presented her pussy to her. Stacy licked, probed and fingered it. Beth threw her head and hair back as she enjoyed the attention. She then slid down Stacy's body smearing her tits with her juices on the way. She kept on down until she could suckle on a tit. She slurped noisily and greedily. Without hesitation or foreplay she rammed four of her fingers into Stacy's gaping cunt. She devoured her and fucked her until her back arched and she screamed through a massive orgasm.

They were lay together naked. Julie and I were both vigorously frigging ourselves as we watched the action on our screen. We almost missed the car pulling up outside and a woman of about forty getting out and taking time to release a small girl from the child safety seat. It was then that we noticed her. The child she got out was about four years old. The woman held the child's hand as they walked up the drive. She knocked on the door and waited.

Stacy peered around the curtains to see who it was knocking at the door.

"Oh it's your mother." she said.

"Oh shit," said Beth.

Stacy just laughed, "Don't be like that," she said. She went to the door still naked. She was careful to stand behind the door as she let her mother-in-law in.

"Beth been at the tit again?" she said.

Beth was sat in an armchair still naked but with her legs crossed and looking fed up. Joan was used to her moody daughter and ignored her completely.

The child looked at Stacy's huge breast and held out her arms, "Mamma, Mamma," she said.

The woman leaded forward and proceeded to undress the child. Off came the coat and the little dress and off came the vest and the little cotton panties. She unbuckled the child's shoes but left the knee socks on. The child then ran to Stacy who took her unto her knee. The child locked onto a tit and she spread her legs expecting to have her pussy caressed. Stacy wet her fingers on her own pussy and treated the child to the joys of immature masturbation.

The mother looked at her eldest daughter, "Ah for fuck sake girl," she said, in her broad Irish accent, "Don't be selfish, we won't be long and then you will have your girlfriend all to yourself, well until our Tommy comes home anyway."

We got dressed and drove away, our job was done, and no one notices a van and no one saw us leave. The report I prepared did not need to be very explicit the CD spoke from itself. I enjoyed writing it because I knew the bastard would never dare to use it against his wife. The press would crucify him and the puritanical European football team wouldn't touch with a barge pole. Maybe he just needed to know his family a bit better.