Peep Show

by Starling, Isabella

  With my free hand, I tugged my boxers down, and the girl breathed in deeply at the sight of my cock. I didn’t give her a chance to change her mind, instead squeezing the belt tighter and entering her mouth as savagely as I dared.

  “Open wider,” I barked at her, her teeth grazing my shaft.

  She looked up at me, blinking fast, her little face so pretty and desperate.

  “Don’t be scared,” I said, more of a warning than it was a consolation. “Come on, wide as you can. Take me in. I know you can fit me in that whore throat of yours. Just open up for me, slut.”

  She did, and I groaned as my cock slid deeper down her throat, all the way down. I pushed her back, the heat of her skin fogging up the window. I held the belt in my hands and ordered her to suck without saying a word, my eyes going back to Bebe.

  Her hands lingered above her tits, obviously wanting to touch.

  “Get me my phone,” I barked at the guy sitting on the couch.

  He got up as if in a trance and brought my phone to me. He didn’t say a word.

  “Hold the belt,” I told him, handing him the thick leather, his fingers shaking as he took it from me. “Make her suck.”

  My fingers moved across the screen of my phone, and I typed a message to Bebe, then looked back at her, waiting for a reaction.

  Don’t fucking touch yourself. Don’t you fucking dare.

  I groaned at the feeling of the girl trying to swallow me, her boyfriend breathing heavily as she sucked me down.

  Bebe’s reply came back in seconds.

  Come and stop me.

  I wanted to fucking kill her, but instead, I sent off another text.

  If you touch that whore body of yours, I’m going to make you regret it.

  I looked back up in time to see her smirk at her phone and toss it on the bed behind her, her hands roaming down her tanned skin.

  “Fucking get out of the way,” I barked at the guy, and he stepped aside as I pulled out of his girlfriend’s mouth. She let out a shocked little gasp when I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, that dripping cunt right next to the tip of my dick. I got a condom from my discarded jeans and hurriedly put it on, my cock covered in her spit and latex.

  I pushed her against the window and sank my cock balls deep inside her and she howled at the sensation. But before she could come, I pulled right out of her, my coated dick dripping.

  “I’m sorry, darling, but this is going to hurt,” I told her gently, not giving her a chance to respond and plunging my whole length inside her asshole.

  She cried out and I looked to stare at Bebe while I fucked her virgin hole. Her boyfriend had told me she hadn’t had anything but a plug inside her, and I’d promised not to take it myself. But what the hell, it wasn’t the first promise I’d broken, and that tight little ass felt too good to stop now.

  “I can’t believe you fucking did that,” her boyfriend muttered next to me, holding his head with one hand and his dick with the other. “Fuck, I can’t believe it, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

  I didn’t even glance at him, just fucked the girl until her mewls and moans turned into sexy little sobs, my eyes always on Bebe, taunting her. She was touching herself, even though I’d told her not to, and I badly wanted to fucking hurt her.

  “Don’t come,” the girl begged me. “Please don’t come, I want it in my pussy, please, I’m on the pill, I promise…”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growled at her, tightening my grip on the belt around her neck and making her gargle on her own spit. “Be a good whore. Good whores just moan, they don’t want.”

  I felt myself getting close with her tight ass around me, her sobs edging me. But my eyes were always on Bebe, on her furious expression and her fingers toying with what should have been mine.

  “Come for me,” I ordered the girl, and she let go, coming apart on my dick like it was the only thing she could do.

  I’d made her boyfriend teach her how to come on command, how to be a perfect whore, before I let them come see me. And she played her role perfectly, like a good little slut.

  When she came with a cry, I pulled out of her. My dick was hard as hell as I palmed it, the girl’s boyfriend rushing to her help just as my phone started to ring.

  “Hello, Bebe,” I muttered, picking it up.

  “Miles,” she breathed.

  “Yes, sweetie?” I asked, watching her desperate fingers fucking my pussy while my own palmed my dick. “Is there something you wanted?”

  “Come fuck me,” she begged. “Come here, I want you, come see me, or let me come over there, anything, just let me…”

  I grinned at her before giving her my answer.

  “No,” I said firmly.

  She seemed surprised, glaring at me through the window and being stubbornly quiet.

  “Then let him,” she spoke up. “It’s not fair. Let him come over. Let him fuck me.”

  I pondered her idea.

  “Please, Miles,” she begged desperately. “Please, let him! I’ll do anything, I’ll film it for you, if you want.”

  “No,” I finally decided. “I told you not to play. If you want treats, you better learn to fucking follow orders.”

  “Miles!” she cried out, her little fist banging against the window.

  “I think,” I went on, “what you really want is to watch us both fucking her.”

  “No,” she begged.

  “And wishing it was you,” I added.

  “NO!” she hissed.

  “Learn to fucking follow orders, sweetheart,” I told her. “Because I only fuck good girls who do.”

  I cut the call and turned to look at the boyfriend.

  “Right,” I said pleasantly. “Wipe her tears off and get her sweet cunt ready for me.”

  Envy, noun

  Desire to have something belonging to somebody else.

  I was fucking furious. So damn angry, part of me was tempted to shut the curtains once and for all, but another, more desperate part of me, wouldn’t let me do it.

  I watched him fucking the girl, his cock stretching her asshole until the echoes of her screams tormented my mind, even though I couldn’t even hear her. She was desperate, her poor boyfriend helpless against the hurricane that was Miles. And that phone call… After he cut the call I felt tears of frustration welling in my eyes, threatening to fall any second.

  But I swallowed my pride. I walked to the living room, and after only a short second, opened the French doors leading onto my balcony.

  So far, all of the games we’d played had been in the safety of my own home. But out here, with the black iron fence holding me captive, the fresh air felt as chilling as the street below me, that and the knowledge that anyone could look up to see my naked form desperately playing with myself.

  But Miles didn’t even glance at me. The view was even better from out here, their bodies so close I felt like I could practically smell the sweat on their skin.

  I leaned back against the glass door, my palms resting on the window and my ass touching my hands.

  And I just watched, because for once in my life, I wanted to fucking follow every rule. Anything, everything, just for a chance of having him touch me, fuck me.

  Both men descended against the crying mess of a girl on the floor. Once she realized what was going on, her knees gave out and she dropped down onto her ass, her hands behind her, awkwardly trying to get away from them and failing.

  I saw their mouths opening and my mind filled with the dialogue I wasn’t hearing.

  They ordered her to sit still. Miles was barking orders, making the girl undo her boyfriend’s jeans with her shaky fingers. She never once looked into the face of the man she loved, always at Miles. Always seeking his approval, needy to see his dark features break into a smile, desperate to hear the words good girl in his menacing, deep voice.

  The guy’s cock sprang free and I gasped when Miles told her to suck him off. She leaned closer, her tight little mouth wrapping itself around the tip and her
eyes were still always on Miles. She wanted more. She was crying, big, fat salty tears dripping down her cheeks, but even from where I was standing, I could tell how fucking much she needed this.

  Miles stepped behind her as she sucked the guy off, his fingers gently wrapping in her hair and tugging on the long blonde strands. He stroked her and she looked up at him with utter adoration in her eyes. And then he started twisting her hair around his fist, rougher and rougher. I could see her panicking as he leaned down next to her, gently caressing her jaw, his fingers so close to the guy’s cock in her mouth, it made me shiver, and then he was pointing towards the window. Towards me.

  She looked right at me, carefully listening to every word Miles was saying without ever taking her mouth off her boyfriend’s cock.

  She stared at me and it scared me how vulnerable she looked. Not because she felt weak, but because she held more power in the whole situation than I ever had. I was still just the girl on the other side of the glass. I was jealous. Painfully, fucking awfully jealous of the pretty little blonde whose ruined makeup was flowing freely down her cheeks.

  Miles reached for her, roughly wiping her face and smearing her makeup further.

  “Please,” I muttered to myself, blushing when the words left my lips.

  Miles took the girl’s throat in his rough, big fingers, and whispered in her ear as she took her boyfriend’s dick. She kept looking at me, big, sad eyes. I couldn’t pity her. All I felt was red hot, blinding fucking rage, because she was getting what was mine, what I deserved, what I’d been working for.

  He was mine. And in that moment, with the freezing air kissing my shivering body, I felt like I would never have him. So, I decided then and there to do everything I possibly could, to make sure Miles was mine.

  I’d always been competitive. But seeing that girl being fucked by him, being brought to her knees by his fucking dick, made me more determined than ever. Miles was fucking mine.

  Now, his fingers wrapped around the girl’s hair tighter than ever. He yanked her up, and I felt myself gasp as the guy’s dick fell out of her mouth. He twisted her arms behind her painfully and dragged her away. The boyfriend followed meekly behind, his cock huge and angry red, his body fucking sinful. But I didn’t give a shit about any of that. All my attention was on Miles, on the games he was playing with me just to fucking taunt me.

  He dragged her to the couch in the living room, where her discarded clothes lay on the floor. He forced her to get on the couch on her knees, her ass turned towards the window, feeling so impossibly close yet just out of reach. He said something to her guy and walked away. My eyes followed him desperately, but the rest of his apartment was too dark for me to see a thing.

  In front of my eyes, the guy started feeding his girlfriend that engorged cock, and I watched her fight him off, her tiny fists hammering his thighs as he fucked her mouth. He slapped them away every single time as if they were nothing. As if her resisting was nothing but a blip on his radar, nothing he couldn’t get rid of with a smack and a sweet word whispered in her ear.

  The guy was hot, there was no doubt about it. He was shorter than Miles, his shoulders broad and his body taut with muscles. His face was handsome, but constantly etched with worry, and there were two different emotions in his eyes. One, the unmistakable love he felt for the kneeling girl, and another, a savage fucking need to absolutely destroy her for what she was making him do.

  The air was so cold on the balcony, I felt my teeth chattering, but I didn’t give a shit anymore. I was so ready to touch myself again, my fingers trembled when my phone started ringing in my hand.

  “He-Hello?” I answered shakily.

  “Hello, sugar,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Listen, I feel like I’ve been too hard on you. I’m going to send a gift to you, just for you and for me to enjoy. Would you like that?”

  My blood boiled and I had to bite my tongue before I snapped at him.

  “Come back,” I finally whispered.

  “Come back?” he repeated innocently. “But I’m just picking something out for you, sugar. You don’t want your gift?”

  “Please, Miles, let me watch you,” I begged, feeling all the pretense of being stubborn leak out of my body. “Please, I want to watch.”

  “I didn’t catch that, Bebe,” he taunted me. “Now you want to fucking watch me with her?”

  “Both of you,” I whispered. “Both of you with her.”

  A light turned on in the room to the left of the couple, and Miles appeared next to the window. He looked like a fucking monster covered in ink and dark, evil intentions, and my pussy tingled for him, my nipples so painfully taut in the cold air.

  A small moan escaped me. I’d never wanted anyone more.

  “You want to watch, sugar?” he asked gently, his free hand going to his crotch and stroking there. But I couldn’t see, the window didn’t reach low enough.

  “Yeah,” I cried out. “Let me watch, let me watch you fucking her.”

  “Beg,” he said easily, grinning at me.

  And then he groaned, and I was a fucking goner. It was my favorite thing in the world, a man fucking forgoing words just to fill the tense silence with animalistic, needy sounds.

  “Please, Miles,” I whispered. “Please, let me watch you fucking her…”

  “You changed your mind?” he growled. “Tell me you changed your mind, sweetheart.”

  “I changed my mind,” I said miserably. “Please, let me watch, I want to see you inside her.”

  “You want me to fuck her?” he asked, his hand pumping that cock so furiously his face contorted with need. “You need to see? Tell me what to do, Bebe. Tell me exactly what you need, and if you’re a good little girl for me you can have it, you can have it all…”

  “Yes,” I rasped. “Just fuck her, make me watch, I want you both fucking her, hurting her, fuck her like she’s me, Miles, fuck her like she’s a whore, make me feel it, I want to feel it in my fucking cunt.”

  He stormed out of the room, ignoring my desperate pleas as he sauntered back into the living room. He handed the phone to the girl and she held it up to her ear with shaky hands. Her boyfriend pulled out of her and the two naked men stared her down as she whispered into the phone.

  “Hello,” she said. “My name is Lana…”

  “Please,” I begged her. “Let them fuck you.”

  She looked at me over her shoulder. I saw the same desperation that filled my own eyes in her gaze.

  “Okay,” she whispered, lowering her hand.

  “No!” I cried out. “Stay on the phone, fucking stay, let me listen…”

  Her hand went back up, and the little bitch smiled.

  “Okay,” she purred.

  They approached her, two large, intimidating bodies with their hands on their cocks and her holes on their minds.

  I could hear them, and the girl put the phone on speaker, setting it down and grinning at me over her shoulder before she turned towards them. They walked up to her from behind the couch, two huge cocks suddenly in her face as she tried to swallow them both.

  The sound of it was fucking divine, and my hand roamed between my thighs, shyly outlining the shape of my pussy as I watched and listened to her face getting fucked.

  She was a good girl, but she wasn’t as good as I was. She had a gag reflex that made her cough and splutter, something I’d gotten rid of years ago. But she was desperate, and she worked their cocks with so much need, so much desire to conform completely, the room filled with their joined grunts as she took them both in her mouth.

  I’d never wanted to be someone else this fucking bad. I wanted to feel what she was feeling instead of the constant, painful ache between my legs reminding me that I hadn’t felt Miles’ cock inside me yet.

  “Bebe,” he barked over the speaker. “Look at me, you little slut.”

  My hazy eyes went to his and he grabbed Lana’s mouth, driving into her with incredible force and forcing her boyfriend out. He stared at me as the
girl gagged and choked, and I shivered uncontrollably, barely resisting the urge to plunge my fingers into the wetness of my cunt. God, it was unbearably hot, and I wanted them to do so much more.

  I watched them fuck her mouth.

  I watched her boyfriend sit and I watched her sink down on his cock while she kept sucking Miles off.

  I watched until my skin was prickled with goosebumps and my body felt fucking frozen solid until she got the first load of jizz all over her pretty tits.

  Her boyfriend blew all over her skin, too soon for my liking, and judging by Miles’ groan, too soon for him as well.

  The boyfriend dropped down on the couch like a stone, but Miles wasn’t fucking done.

  He pulled a condom over his dick, dragged the girl to the window by her hair, and opened the window wide.

  My blood froze in my veins. This was the closest we’d ever been to one another.

  “Hi, sweetheart,” he growled at me, the girl moaning helplessly as he pushed her head out of the window, her upper body dangling over the street below.

  My palms felt sweaty against the glass window despite how cold I was, and I swallowed thickly as I watched him dangle her over the windowsill.

  “H-Hi,” I whispered.

  He was so close, and I’d never been more terrified.

  “Look at Bebe,” he told the girl, and she raised her ruined, pale face to meet mine. “Look into her eyes and ask her what I should do to you.”

  “Please,” she begged pathetically.

  I watched a drop of cum slowly fall from her tits… down, down, down.

  “What s-should he do to me?” Lana asked, her big eyes needing so much more than I was willing to give her.

  “Fuck you,” I said, my voice scared. “Fuck your pussy. You want that?”

  “Y-yeah,” she whispered. “Please, I want it, I need it, please.”

  “Beg,” Miles told her, pulling on her hair and making her look up at me.

  She whimpered and I took a step towards them, my feet unsteady as I gripped the railing.

  “I said fuck her,” I growled at Miles, and he laughed at me before grabbing the girl by her cheeks and making her look down at the street.