Nightwatch

The tendencies that would play a key role in later life were first realised when, as a late developing and impressionable 18-year old, my parents dispatched me to my aunt and uncle's place in the country for the summer. A somewhat unwilling evacuee, little did I realise that Dawn, the cousin who'd been no more than a giggly pre-teen the last time we'd met at some distant family function, had blossomed into the sort of delight most can but fantasise about.

I snuck into Dawn's bedroom one morning, encasing myself in her wardrobe before gently starting to rub my attentive cock over the hem of one of her diaphanous party dresses. Wrapping the light material around my rock hard shaft, I masturbated intently, so immersed the opening of the bedroom door took moments to register. The creak as it shut tight sent a ghostly shiver down my spine, yet a rush of blood to the head of my cock.

Peaking breathlessly through the crack in the wardrobe door, my eyes widened like ping pong balls as my luscious cousin, hot and flush from a stroll in the countryside, threw herself down on the bed, so close that if I extended my hand I could touch her. Staring wondrously at the ceiling, she let out a contented sigh as one hand disappeared inside her summer dress, groaning as her tiny thumb and forefinger rolled firmly over her right nipple. At the same time, Dawn's other hand found her crotch, knuckles rising against the fabric of the gingham dress, little whimpers matching the arch of her back as she seemed almost to levitate from the bed, her features contorted yet contented.

Suddenly and without warning I joined her in the throes of ecstacy, my wank rewarded with an all-encompassing orgasm, a thick rope of cum sploshing the dress. Yes, that was some introduction to a voyeuristic world of pleasure, the blissful summer of 1982 forever etched on my memory.

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My true vocation in life was realised when, at the end of the decade, I found a job with a video surveillance company. Tracking insurance fraudsters and benefits cheats, I was able to spy on their furtive moves from behind the lens, cleverly concealed in the back of a van. And the hi-tech equipment came in handy too at home, my neighbours' private lives no longer so. I tell you, it was hard to look them in the face when we met over the fence.

Owing to the compensation culture in which we live, by the mid 90's I was able to branch out on my own, soon employing a small staff and getting along very nicely, thank you, so much so that I was soon able to leave the donkey work to my taskforce. Of course I missed the day-to-day contact, though the occasional video brought back for editing had me reaching for my cock. Sadly, 99% of the work was mundane until, that was, the day Penny Murray first turned up in my office.

A tall, willowy woman in her early thirties, with shoulder length blonde hair and great boobs, I sat bolt upright in my chair as she waltzed in. No pussyfooting around, she declared: "My bastard of a husband is cheating on me and I want you to get me the evidence...I'm told you're good."

I didn't know where the recommendation came from, but I wasn't about to argue, instead looking her up and down, eyes drawn to her breasts, feeling an instant attraction. She handed over a folder containing photographs and the like, taking a stack of notes from her purse and throwing it on the table. "Come up with the goods, Mr Detective, and I'll treble that."

"Actually, it's Bill," I replied, extending my hand.

She looked disdainfully down her nose, before marching out as quickly as she'd entered.

A minute later I was on her trail. Well, I had to find out who the hell this woman was. She climbed into a brand new Mercedes – naturally. Hanging back two car lengths to anticipate her moves, the trail led us to a huge place, out-of-town, greeted by a set of clanking iron grey remote control gates. Sneaking through on foot before the grills clamped shut and, keeping out-of-sight I watched from afar as she parked up in front of the door and ran into the arms of a bronzed sophisticate. Instinct told me this was not Mr Murray. No, Mrs Murray, who wanted her errant husband brought to book, was evidently indulging in the same game. Looking around the estate, it was evident why this guy appealed.

They walked arm-in-arm into the mansion and I couldn't help but follow, peering through the window as things became intimate on the couch. Within seconds, Penny was on her knees, tugging her lover's trousers to his ankles and rolling the flaccid cock around in her fingers. Dipping to take the thick purple head between her lips, her lover's fingers stroked her hair, his grip tightening as her head began to bob. This was all too much for me. Groaning, I couldn't help but reach for my cock, wanking furiously. Such was the power of the visual before me, it was over in seconds and I cleaned up quickly, before hotfooting it out of there.

Sadly, the subsequent investigation conferred on me by Mrs Murray never quite lived up to that first impression: a few stolen kisses between Mr Murray and his 'bit on the side' caught on camera. Nonetheless, I congratulated myself on a job well done.

A week later, Penny returned with the promised bonus, and minus her wedding ring. Dressed in a pink velvet one-piece aerobics outfit, her breasts swung pendulously at face height as I sat glued to my chair. "Thanks Mr Detective," she said simply, adding intriguingly: "We must go for a drink some time."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Lucky she couldn't see this side of the table.

Well, over four years passed and, surprise, surprise, the call never came.

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Spring 2005 and it was like déjà vu as Penny came waltzing back into the office, sunglasses perched on her nose and a wide brimmed hat covering her face. Life in the interim seemed to have treated her well. "Mrs Murray," I stuttered, rising from my chair.

"It's Mrs King, actually," she corrected, "though not for much longer. Hubby number two is fucking around with his slut of a secretary," she said in her usual curt manner.

"Oh Penny, I'm so sorry," I said sympathetically, if not entirely sincerely.

"He's bringing the bitch home tonight – thinks I'm in New York."

"Tonight," I gasped.

"Be ready for four o'clock. And make sure that van of yours is fit for a lady."

I followed her arse out of the door, before reaching for my cock.

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Post-valet, I headed up to the estate where, over fours ago, things first began. The gates creaked open and I drove down the winding path. "Right, you've an hour to get this place wired. And Bill, don't fuck this up."

An hour later, I'd fitted a camera in a shoebox on the wardrobe in the master bedroom, and a second on the shelf in the bathroom, well it seemed the right thing to do, before returning to the lofty van, a veritable control centre to compete with NATO. Flicking on the monitor, the two rooms came into full view. Perfect. My heart was racing and my cock throbbing like never before, talk about job satisfaction.

It was then that the bathroom door opened, my eyes widening as Penny slunk in, lowering her trousers and panties, the merest hint of bush before she sat. I smiled as the sound kicked in, each splash bringing a heavy tug on my cock.

Suddenly Penny bit her bottom lip, hands darting between her legs, shoulders dipping and rising. "Oh yeah," she enthused from the seat. "Oh Bill, fuck me with your huge cock...yes Bill, yes...oh yesssssssss."

My speed rose as Penny's fingers blurred at her crotch and, though the overhanging shirt covered her modesty, the look on her face said it all. I grunted loudly, thick rope of speeding cum sploshing the screen, distorting Penny's image as she stood up to right her clothing. Moving quickly, I found a rag and cleaned up.

A bang on the side door of the van and I opened up guiltily, watching as Penny stepped up, holding out my salty fingers to help her inside. "Right, get this thing out of sight," she ordered. "He'll be back any time."

As I climbed into the driver's seat, parking the van undercover of a knot of trees, Penny took a seat on the futon in the back.

Twenty minutes later, the gates clunked open and a Porsche passed close by, the blonde in the passenger seat confirming Penny's hunch, her teeth grinding as I joined her on the futon. The red 'record' symbol appeared in the corner as we settled down to view the evening's proceedings. "Oh Tim, Tim, Tim," Penny mouthed under her breath.

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After an hour of waiting, Penny's husband Tim stepped into the bedroom, twisting his cuff links. Early forties, he was a handsome fellow, I had to admit. Kate was younger, in her late twenties I imagined, blonde like Penny, the newer model. Stepping up behind her lover, arms entwined around his waist, her mouth nuzzled the back of his neck. He turned and they embraced. I dared not look at Penny, placing a hand to my forehead, a shield between us.

In the bedroom, undoing the buttons on her shirt, Kate hesitated, face pained. "Back's killing me, hun...hate those cramped plane seats."

She eased down on the bed, the shirt unbuttoned yet in place, staring straight into the camera.

"Bitch," hissed Penny next to me, though she made little attempt to avert her eyes from the screen.

Tim smiled. "I think I know what you need."

Kate's inquisitive look was met with the response: "Shift over onto your tummy."

Kate rolled onto her front, stretched down the centre of the bed, allowing Tim to remove her shirt, unhook her bra and ease down her skirt, slipping off the thong, leaving his lover naked yet barely exposed, her shapely bosom concealed beneath. As she shifted to get comfortable, each breast protruded from the sides of her body. 38D Penny spat and, from this position I wasn't about to cast doubt upon the claim. Pressed firmly into the bed, Kate's nipples remained tantalisingly out of sight.

My cock was starting to stiffen and I shifted a little, uncomfortable in such close proximity to Penny, yet I was mesmerised to the screen where Tim ran an appreciative finger from the middle of Kate's spine to the peak of her rounded backside. "Now, just relax," he urged, as she wiggled and kicked her angular legs playfully.

Kate nodded silently, shifting once more so that her hands came to rest beneath her chin, head staring at the pillow. "You are soooooooo sexy," Tim enthused.

Hooking a leg across, the bed heaved and dipped at the centre as it supported his full weight. Hovering inches above her bum, there was minimal contact between the pair. Leaning forward he gently pinched the tops of each shoulder, eliciting a groan from his lover. Fingers moving outwards, Tim kneaded assuredly, hands cupped to compress the tops of each arm. "Oh fuck, yes" came her whisper.

"You like?"

Her head's vigorous nod prompted his hands to move inside to her shoulder blades, fingertips prodding, leaving a series of white dots on her skin. Extending his thumbs to circle the top of her spine, the action grew ever more vigorous, Kate's groans ever louder. Indeed, she was visibly grinding her crotch into the bed. "Naughty, naughty girl," he admonished.

"Yes I am...I'm your naughty little slut," she cooed.

"Oh fuck...you don't know how much it turns me on to hear you say that," he responded, fingers stabbing bluntly at the top of her spine.

"Oh I think I do," she giggled, between sharp intakes of breath, evidently feeling the tip of his cock that was pressing hard at his boxers against the left cheek of her arse.

Flattening his palms, Tim pressed his fingers back up to her shoulders, scooping flesh before pinching at the top. Craning close, he left a small kiss on her shoulder blade before easing back, shifting his knees down the bed so that her bum was revealed. His hands, now impressing the middle of her spine, worked in leisurely circles over her soft flesh, those gorgeous breasts remaining partly concealed. A gentle purr vibrated from Kate's mouth and, though I couldn't see, I suspected she was biting her bottom lip.

From my position on the futon, watching the hot seduction unfold, I was unable to stifle the huge sigh. "You're enjoying this," blurted Penny, smiling before running a finger over the bulge in the front of my trousers. "You are enjoying."

She took the hand from my crotch and began to pinch her nipples through her shirt. Taking my hand, she pulled it to her boobs. "Come on Bill, show me what a man you are."

Penny plumped herself down on my lap, back to me so that she faced the screen. "Fuck yesssssssss," she moaned as I slapped her breasts together, fingers squeezing her shirt, pawing roughly.

Her bra light and lacy, I found her nipples hard as two bullets, compressing them between thumb and forefinger, twisting manfully. "Oh yes Bill, make me your slut," she goaded, mimicking Kate's earlier exclamation.

Like Tim, the words made me ultra horny.

Over Penny's shoulder, I could see Tim lifting his hands, digging the thumbs into Kate's lumbar area, tracing lines down to where her backside curved upwards towards him. "Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh," rang out the enthusiastic response.

As Kate shifted slightly, I could see that the area of bed sheet below her pussy was stained dark. Evidently Tim noticed it too "Oh you are a very naughty girl," he mouthed. "And you know what happens to naughty girls..."

Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on each raised bum cheek, replaced quickly with flattened palms, coaxing the fleshy excess of those gorgeous buttocks, a rogue finger finding the split of the cheeks, teasing her arsehole with a scrape of the fingernail. Then suddenly and without warning he raised a hand above his shoulder. There was a swish of warm air and the palm connected firmly with Kate's left buttock. "Ow...oh god, oh fuck," she cried, thrusting upwards.

"Oh god, oh fuck," mimicked Penny, grinding her arse into my crotch.

Tearing open the buttons of her shirt, Penny's tits, caged in a lacy white half cup bra spilled out. Wriggling out of the shirt, she turned in my lap, gripping my hair and pulling my face into her cleavage.

Struggling to get my eyes back on the screen, I saw Tim's fingernail course his lover's perineum, tracing a line to the top of her slit, her crotch forced up from the bed. Beneath was a puddle. Tim dipped a finger in the pool, the deposit a gluey consistency, making a point of slurping longingly, tasting her musky lovejuice. "You taste just awesome."

Kate's whole body seemed to convulse and I swear she had an orgasm without the merest additional physical stimulation. Certainly when his fingertips found her labia they were slick, his index and middle fingers sliding in easily to the knuckle. Kate could no longer contain herself, letting go a piercing wail. "Oh fuck, yes, Tim..."

Once more Penny pulled me to her cleavage, my eyes loosing sight of the screen momentarily as she tore off down her bra. Her heavy breasts jiggled appreciatively. Flicking my tongue over each nipple, Penny's back arched and she moaned loudly, taking a grip of my hair. As I bit each nipple, the grip tightened and Penny's crotch grinded into mine. Losing control, she screamed so loud I swear the others could hear.

My head peering up once more, I saw that Tim now held two fingers still at the entrance to Kate's cunt, allowing her to press down upon them. She did so with vigour, frigging herself, angling her body so Tim's fingertips collided into her clit. Her panting was deafening as a second semi-orgasm seemed to take hold, her juices coating the submerged fingers and accommodating further exploration. All but Tim's thumb disappeared inside as Kate thrust.

Penny was dispensing butterfly kisses over my face, her head in the way of the screen, so I manoeuvred her into a position where she lay flat down my thighs, head over the knees, and I kept her sweet by twisting her nipples as the action unfolded on the screen.

Momentum building, Tim rubbed faster, meeting Kate's thrusts, torturing her clit. Thumb redundant, he smiled as an idea formed, lowering its thick tip to the entrance of her arse. Kate bucked wildly, voice shrill. "Yes, oh God yes....please..." she begged. "Fill your slut's tight little arse."

He grinned, lowering further so that the nail breached the tight knot. Kate screamed, flooding the fingers that were embedded deep in her cunt. As Tim's thumb dug a little further, corkscrewing, meeting the expected resistance from her anal muscles, I felt a tingle in my cock, precum haemorrhaging. Despite the resistance, Tim pressed deeper into her anus, a low growl expelled from Kate's mouth as the pressure on her orifices induced a shuddering orgasm. Her body trembled like an electric shock was passing through it and her breath was heavy like an asthmatic.

Ripping out my cock, I threw Penny back on the futon, kneeling over her and wiping a dollop of precum over each nipple. Smiling wantonly, she lowered her head whilst I cupped each tit, raising each in turn, feeding the teat into her mouth. She ran her tongue lovingly over each nipple, tasting my seed. Wanking furiously now, I knelt over her, her lips parting as she saw the look of closeness in my eyes. My fist blurred as I pumped. "Oh fuck," I grunted, feeling my balls unload, firing a hot wave of cum.

It sploshed her lips and chin, whilst a second wave hit her direct on the tongue. Further spots dotted her neck and tummy as I milked each last drop. As she gulped, swallowing eagerly, I moved closer, spooning the spillage into her willing mouth, cleaning my cock on her soft tongue. Spent, I fell on the futon, silence invading the inside of the van.

Up above us the bedroom too was shrouded in silence.

To be continued...

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