Disclaimer: This story contains elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism, spying, fingering, anal sex, throat-fucking, creampies, blackmail and non-consensual sex. If any or all of this offends you, please read no more. All characters and scenarios are completely fictional, all characters are of legal age, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Tonight was the night, my special time away from my family. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and my two girls, but sometimes, a man needs solitude and isolation to indulge in activities that he enjoys, which in my case, is stealthily peeking through teenage girls' windows and watching them undress or play with themselves. The girls in our suburb were surprisingly active on the sexual front so I had a smorgasbord of young flesh to observe.
Of course, my daughters had no idea that my alone time incorporated voyeurism. They thought I went to the pub or some other traditional place where busy overworked males liked to unwind. Never in their wildest dreams did they ever suspect that their loving father was spending his alone time every Monday night looking into the bedrooms of their friends and classmates as they displayed their bare soft skin for his sick twisted pleasure.
My wife, on the other hand, knew what I did when I left the house alone at night. In fact, if I recall, it was her idea that I begin a life of secret spying. We had always been very experimental in our sex life, but despite everything we had tried - bondage, dressing up, public sex, etc. - everything was eventually becoming very standard and normal. We had become desensitized to every form of sex between two married people, so we decided to incorporate other people in our sex life without them knowing about it.
For obvious reasons, she firmly objected to me actually fucking anyone else, but the idea of spying on young teenage girls as they exposed themselves excited both of us. I would go out in dark clothing with my laptop and peripheral webcam, carefully position the webcam so I could see through the crack in their curtains or the gap above their blinds without exposing my face through the glass, and record what I saw if it was any good. I would then go back home after a few hours when the girls were usually asleep, watch my exploits with my wife, and then fuck her like mad.
To ensure my wife had plausible deniability in the off-chance we were ever discovered, I always used a face-blurring program on my laptop to hide the identities of the girls I recorded. This happened after I recorded them so, of course, I knew who I was recording, but she was blissfully ignorant just seeing faceless nudes on the screen.
Tonight was the night. But something different happened tonight that I never ever dared to imagine would happen.
There was one particular girl my wife and I loved to watch. She lived a few streets over, and she was very exhibitional. I had been recording her for months now and every time I did she was a little more exciting. The first couple of weeks we only caught her undressing or coming out of her shower. A few weeks after our initial encounter, though, as soon as I got there, I found her spread-legged on her bed, fingers deep in her tight pussy. After that, she became my first stop whenever I went out. I had months of video footage of her and every single video made me want to cum.
I got dressed in all black as usual, gave my little girls a kiss each before they went to bed, and grabbed my spy kit before heading out. The walk between our houses seemed long and laborious. Each step my feet made on the pavement sent a shockwave of excitement and dread through my body. At the same time as I loved peeking at these girls, their firm succulent tits and their deliciously pink pussies, I obviously knew what I was doing was illegal and I would be in serious trouble if ever I was caught.
I eventually made it to our favourite girl's home and I snuck around the back as I always did. When I crept behind her house, what I saw made the blood in me drain away to nothing and my stomach turn to stone. My heart froze and sweat poured off me like Niagara. There, sticky-taped under her window, was a note.
"To the man who spies on me, I am glad I have been able to provide you with something to watch every week, but now, I want something from you. Come inside, Mummy and Daddy are away for a few days. Love, your nude muse. x"
I was trapped. I couldn't leave because obviously she has known I was peeking through her window for a while, and if I didn't come in as she requested, she could easily go to the police and have me arrested. My breathing was sharp and inconsistent, and was beginning to make me hyperventilate. I almost dropped my equipment, my mind was that much in a daze. I put the folded note in my pocket and slowly walked to the back entrance and hesitantly knocked on the door. I was shaking violently and sweating profusely, but there was no backing out now.
As the girl on the other side of the door unlocked it, each sound from the lock hit me like a wrecking ball. The handle began to turn and my mouth was as dry as Sahara. My face was as white as paper, my bones as stiff as concrete.
Before me stood a beautiful young girl, half-Asian in descent, gorgeously slim, a little over five feet tall with long silky black-as-black hair and deep brown eyes, yummy B-cup tits, a small waist and flawless columnesque legs. She wore a tight white low-cut tee that displayed an ever-so-subtle shading around what would've been her cleavage had her tits been bigger, a short denim skirt with a large black belt and cute flats on her feet. She wasn't wearing a bra so through her white tee, I saw her beautiful mounds with her dark nipples clearly visible to even the blindest person.
"So you're the sick fuckwad who's been perving on me the past few months." You would think how she said that would be with a definite angry inflection, but it was said with more of a flirty teasing tone. She pulled her hair behind her ear and turned to lead me inside, her hips sexily swaying as she moved. I walked inside, closed the door behind me and followed her into her domain.
She pointed at the dining table and I took a seat, putting down my laptop and webcam beside me. I felt like a naughty boy waiting outside the principals' office at school. My palms were sweaty, my breathing worse than it was before, and my head feeling like a ten-ton boulder.
She stood on the other side of the table looking intently at me, as if to figure out a puzzle. "I know you from somewhere..."
My heart just about leapt from my chest. She knew me?! Oh God, this was getting worse by the minute!
"Yeah, that's right! You're Shae and Chloe's dad, aren't you? They're in my English and sport classes." Fuck! Not only was I discovered, but the girl who discovered me actually goes to school with my daughters. Shit, fuck, shit! I nodded and averted my eyes from hers. Maybe she won't say anything to them.
She walked around the table and lifted my chin to meet my gaze. Staring at me for what seemed like a lifetime, she sat down on the chair next to me and leaned forward. Even amidst the precarious situation in which I had found myself, I still managed to steal a glance down her top, seeing those perfect tits not just though a webcam but in the flesh. As freaked out as I was, I was happy in that split second to be seeing her mouth-watering mounds so close.
"Tell me, how much do you want to keep your spying a secret from your daughters?" I've never been so scared in my life. "How much do you want to keep your spying a secret from the police?" I was wrong.
Now
I've never so scared in my life!
I gulped what little saliva I had. "Wh... What do you want?"
She smiled the smile of a sadist, enjoying the power she had over me. I was completely at her mercy. One wrong move could land me face-first in a prison cell and the loss of my girls. She stood up and walked to her previous location.
"You needn't worry, you know. If I was going to get the police involved, they would've been here before you arrived. You've been very predictable with your visits." She's right. Every Monday night between 8pm and 10pm, that was my window of opportunity. If I wanted to avoid this particular outcome, I should've randomised my visiting times. Too late now, I guess.
"And if I wanted to include your girls, I could've told them many times in the last few months. I see them every week." She's right again. She has to have alternative reasons for keeping my secret. Money, maybe? If I tell my wife I was caught and I'd have to pay to keep me out of prison, I'm sure she'd acquiesce. I asked her again.
"The first thing I want from you is for you to show me all the videos you have of me on your computer." My eyes widened. My lungs stopped working. She wants to see my collection of her? Why? I was shaking so much, I had a hard time manoeuvring my laptop in front of me, let alone type my password or find her folder.
There were dozens of videos in there, ranging from 30 seconds long to almost twenty minutes. She watched all of them, one by one, her smile growing as each video came to its conclusion. She truly was an oddity; on the one hand, she was a definite sadist, feeling an unusually high sense of enjoyment in my discomfort, but she also seemed to enjoy what she was watching, the results of months of perving on her through her bedroom window.
I could tell she was getting turned on seeing a voyeur's view of her naked self, drying her wet body off after a shower or fingering herself on her bed. She was salivating, slightly pulsing her hips and breathing deeper. When the last video had ended, she turned to me.
"You've seen a lot of me; everything, in fact. I think it's time I saw you. Strip!" I reluctantly stood up and began removing pieces of clothing. My belt, my top, my shirt, my pants, my shoes, my socks. The only think I didn't remove was my underwear. I had been watching this girls for months, fully naked, her tits and pussy completely uncovered, but it's different when the tables are turned.
"Everything," she said sternly. She spoke with authority, even though she was half my age and a good foot shorter than me. I took a deep breath and dropped my briefs, bare to her eyes with nowhere to hide.
She looked at my dick, staring at it as if her gaze would somehow make it spring to life. I was still too scared, though, to be aroused by this hot young thing. She walked closer to me and extended her arm out, grasping my cock in her petite hand. I gasped sharply, not sure of what to do from here. She began slowly pumping it in her hand, my cock getting stiffer the longer she did it.
