My Pet Voyeur

by Sarah Anon

  My

  Pet Voyeur

  By

  Sarah Anon

  Published by ClearView Writing

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  This book is fictional, any names or characters are purely imaginary and any resemblance to real persons is completely coincidental. Also if I mention doing anything illegal, that’s also fictional, I made it up, 100%, Sorry Mister Police.

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  Contents

  My Life

  Discovery

  The Kitchen Heats Up

  Shower

  Going Out

  The Fuck

  Watching TV

  Capture

  Epilogue

  My Life

  In my mid-twenties I lived in a small house in the suburbs just outside of the city center, it was literally just a forty minute walk from downtown, and though I loved its proximity to the action, the neighborhood itself was boring as hell.

  For those who haven’t read any of my previous books, you should know, I don’t do boredom well. I had become an ardent exhibitionist, and I loved to tease and flirt.

  But around that time my job sucked, I worked an insane amount of overtime, my colleagues were all pretty boring, and I barely had enough time to keep my house in order, let alone do anything even close to exciting.

  Even when I did find time to go out with my friends, my normal flirtatious behaviour had become subdued, and the only real release I got was with my toys, when I managed to bring myself to give myself a half-hearted self-fuck with a dildo.

  Life was not where I wanted it to be, so when I noticed I had an admirer, I jumped on the opportunity.

  Discovery

  I tend to walk around my house naked, most of the time. Unless I am expecting company, chances are I won’t be wearing clothes. I’m not really a nudist I get turned on a little too much by naked bodies to succeed at that (A story for another time) but around my home, by myself, I am naked about 90% of the time.

  So then I got home from work late one night, it was already getting dark. I walked into the bedroom and stripped off everything but my panties. I laid on the bed for a second, drained, and switched the TV on. I can’t even remember what was on, I just flicked channels till something half interesting appeared, and then walked into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.

  It was while I was in the kitchen, throwing some leftovers into a pan to heat up, that I saw the eyes and forehead peeping out of the window of the house next door, it gave me a surprising fright for someone who likes to show off as much as possible, but shocked I was, and I walked quickly into the bedroom, throwing on a dressing gown, before resuming my cooking.

  I kept looking out of the corner for the eyes. For a while I saw nothing, then they reappeared. I felt a little more composed this time around, it seemed as though I had attracted an admirer.

  I stirred the pan for a few seconds, wondering what to do. The boring part of me was telling me to either ignore him, or flip the bird, and close the blinds. But I had been restless for too long. I lifted some of the food from the pan with a large spoon, and pretended to taste it, blowing on it to cool it.

  Then I spilt it on myself. I acted shocked, and ripped off my robe, my left breast now covered in sauce, and a few little morsels of food. grabbing a paper towel I began to clean it off, and then paused. I lifted my breast up, and began to lick it clean.

  My figure is stunning to most men. I’m not skinny, but I have a tight stomach, a toned ass, and big, well-shaped breasts. I can make a lot of it reach my mouth, and it took a while for me to lick them and suck them to near cleanliness. Once I had finished licking, I took some hand soap and lathered my tit up, before wiping it down with a fresh paper towel.

  Out of the corner of my eye I could still see the eyes, watching me.

  My admirer had probably just become a huge fan, I pondered if I could make this fun as I picked up my food and went to eat it.

  The Kitchen Heats Up

  For a few nights my voyeur friend didn’t re-appear. I was kind of disappointed, it can feel a little rejecting when you give a man a show and he is not instantly enamored. Life began to get a little bit humdrum again, and I started to miss my voyeuristic admirer.

  So I have to admit, as bad as it sounds, when I heard a rustling outside my window, and out of the corner of my eye saw the shape of a man looking in at me, I felt kind of glad that he was back.

  I was stood there naked in the kitchen again, and I could feel his eyes on me, taking in my naked body, inch by inch. I opened the refrigerator door, letting the harsh light outline my curves.

  It’s a natural reaction for me now, when I feel myself being watched, I play with my breasts. I bent into the fridge, letting them hang, one hand on the fridge door, with the other, I began to tease my nipple. I grabbed and shook my breast, pushed it up and let it drop, imagining how it looked from the eyes of the man outside the window. I could see in my mind the natural shake, ripple or my natural breasts, how they hung, how they swayed as I played with non-existent objects in the fridge.

  It was still pretty early, maybe I should do some baking I thought to myself.

  I won’t bore you most of the details, it was after all, just baking, it’s not the most exciting pastime. But I started to feel a little thrill, I could feel my tits shake when I beat the eggs, I made sure to bend over all the way when I put my cupcakes in the oven, I licked the batter clean off the spatula and sucked it off my fingers.

  I tried to give him a show, but once everything was done, I had rinsed off the cookware (Again with the possibly overdone shaking of my top half), my cupcakes were in the oven cooking, and there was 15 minutes left, with nothing to do.

  But I was wet, I was turned on, and for the first time in weeks, I felt that tingle between my legs, the desire. I took a clean spatula from a draw, it had a thicker handle than most, rubberized. I sat up on the counter, lifted my legs up-spreading them and placing my feet on there too. I inserted the spatula, slowly at first, and then I began to move it in and out, faster and faster.

  I thrusted with both hands, driving the improvised dildo deep in and pulling it nearly all the way out, repeating the motion with increasing speed. I began to moan, vocalizing the pleasure inside of me. My thighs thrusting as hard as my hands, squirming around the improvised implement of pleasure in my hands.

  I could feel his eyes on my, the entire time, and I enjoyed every minute of it, I came, squirting a little, warm liquid running down over my hands. Culminated in one huge groan that seemed to have come up from my vocal chords through my pussy.

  I rolled over onto the side of the countertop, dropping the spatula, one hand cupping my breast, squeezing it, gently, the other hand on my pussy, rubbing it gently. I stayed that way for two minutes or so, when the oven emitted a chime, my cupcakes were ready.

  I heard the rustling again, I guess my pet voyeur had gone on his way.

  Shower

  It was the day after my kitchen experiment, and I wanted to be watched again. It was getting pretty late, but I had a feeling that after last night’s performance, my voyeur would return.

  I was bored of the kitchen however, I needed something new, and as it happened, my bathroom faced the same house as the kitchen.

  Normally the bathroom window, frosted, and blinds ensured privacy. Today however, I thought, the bathroom probably becomes a little too steamy.

  I ran the shower for a while on hot and then turned the tempera
ture down a little; I lifted the blinds, and opened the window (to let air in of course).

  I wiped down the mirror and stood admiring myself for a while, the shower couldn’t be seen from the next door neighbor’s house, but where I was stood now, I was fully visible. It only took a few minutes for me to hear the familiar rustling, and so, I into the shower, without closing the shower curtain.

  Rather than masturbate again, I decided to tease tonight. I rinsed myself down with water first, and then began to soap myself up. Let’s face it, it’s hard not to look hot when you are rubbing yourself down in the shower, bubbles following the contours of your skin, your hands playing with your flesh.

  I took a long, hot, shower. At one point I turned the water off so I could oil myself up, giving my skin a smooth shine, adding a slickness to my skin, before turning the water back on, and cleaning myself once more.

  As I washed myself down the final time, I felt the warm water pulsing over my clit, it brought back memories of my youth, where it was for a long time one of my favorite pleasures. I held the shower head over my pussy, my free hand sliding up my chest, grabbing and squeezing a breast.

  I caged the beast though, moved the water away, for another time, my voyeur friend couldn’t get two shows so close together.

  Going Out

  It was time for a night out with the ladies, and I was definitely ready to go out, get drunk and get laid. I had a few sips of a vodka mix, and I went in to my bedroom to lay out some clothes. The blinds were open, and I started to choose outfits for the night, laying them across my bed.

  I never really consider myself a ‘Girly Girl’ but when it comes to getting dressed for a night out, I fall way too far into the ‘female’ stereotype.

  I had just stripped off to my bra and panties when I heard that tell-tale rustle from outside of my window, and it seemed getting dressed had just become a whole lot more fun.

  My first try was a simple top and skirt set up, I posed in the mirror, It showed my boobs off well, but I did a little adjusting in any case, I could just see the outline of a head outside the window. I bounced my boobs a little, imagining that I could hear the speeding up of the man’s breath as he became excited.

  I decided against the first outfit and flung it off, all clothes that fail the ‘going out test’ end up as a pile on the floor.

  The next option was a tight black dress, but there was no bra needed for this little number, so I slipped my bra off, and my dress on, I could see the face moving forward. It was young, shit, the neighbors next door had an 18 year old boy. A bit young for me normally, but hell, he had to get a look at a real woman sometime. I gave the dress a twirl, and again, decided against it.

  I tried on a few more tops and skirts before finally hitting the perfect combo, a figure hugging number with a deep v neck and a short skirt, it showed off my legs and my cleavage, perfect!

  I stripped off this set, and laid them on the bed.

  Next, I had to figure out what to put on underneath.

  I took of my underwear that had been stewing on my all day, and picked a few different sets of lingerie out of my draw, I love lacey, and quickly narrowed it down to black, white or red. I tried each set on, admiring myself in the mirror, seeing the faint shadow admiring me too.

  I settled on black, but first... I went deeper into the draw and pulled out a corset, I slipped that on, and turned slowly, keeping my eyes on the mirror. It made my breasts look fantastic, and I guess my voyeur thought so too, because I heard a muffled groan, then a swift crashing in the undergrowth outside as someone ran away. I smiled to myself, and dressed for the night.

  The Fuck

  I went out horny as hell, and knew that I wanted to get laid that night. Getting fucked is not a problem for me, I have a body that men love. Unfortunately, Getting hit on by men that I want to get hit on by is another matter.

  My tall stature, slender figure topped by a nice rack seems to intimidate most of the nicer guys, people I would want to hang out with. Instead I get hit on by the jocks, the assholes, and prima donna models.

  So nine times out of ten, when I go out with the intention of getting laid, it’s ME that has to go and find the guy I want.

  That night I wasn’t having much luck, I ended up dancing most of the night away with my friends, so when the night finally started to die down, I was glad to see there were too normal guys, sat down, having a drink. Best of all, one of them was pretty hot!

  The next challenge was talking to them. That actually isn’t too hard, but it instantly makes it obvious what you want, I did want him to chase me at least a little.

  Sexy I am, But geek I am also, which means I sometimes make the stupidest social choices.

  My plan was to walk past them, slip and fall onto the couch, I would then claim I had sprained my ankle and would ask if I could sit with them for five.

  Sounds simple right?

  I was walking past the table, I feigned my sprained ankle, slipped a little, my ankle gave way, I fell on to the banging my arm on the table, and instantly bursting into tears from a mix of embarrassment and pain.

  Fortunately, the hot guy picked me up and helped me to the sofa, me, hobbling horribly as my ankle completely failed to support me.

  One of my friends came running over and started fussing over me, despite my tears, the plan had worked, so I assured her that I was okay and just needed to sit for a while, so, makeup smeared down my face (I attempted to fix it on the sofa a little) long bruise appearing up my arm, and invisible dagger stuck in my ankle, I began to chat up the guy sat in the seat, and he, gentleman that he was, began to hit on me too.

  An hour later the lights were turned on, the music stopped and my friends, waved to me. I waved back, plan in action, and let them leave without me.

  No question, when we got outside I asked the guy if he wanted to come back to mine for a nightcap, there was no question, he accepted, and we went back to mine. As soon as we arrived at my house, drinks didn’t stand a chance. He instantly picked me up, kissed me deep, and let his hand slide inside my top, up my spine. I pointed him in the direction of the bedroom, and he took me straight to it.

  Throwing me down he quickly undressed me, then, putting his head between my legs, he began to eat me out. I heard the rustle, but the man was way too engrossed in his task. I tried not to lock eyes on the figure in the night but, I knew he was there. He watched my body shake as I orgasmed, he watched me get fucked as the guy got on top of me, fucked me hard, my breasts flying back and forth, my screams unstoppable.

  His hands caressed all over my body whilst he fucked, He turned me one way then another, at least a dozen positions, but his thrusting didn’t stop, the pleasure was unstoppable.

  Before he came, he pulled out, ripped off his condom and told me to suck, I did it willingly, and a few seconds later my mouth filled with more cum than I have ever had before, I swallowed it all, and still some escaped, dripping down my chin.

  As he laid beside me, both of us naked, laying above the sheets, I heard no rustle, I wonder if he watched me till we slept, maybe longer, our bodies lying uncovered, exposed, my pussy, tits, all there for him to see.

  Watching TV

  The next night a friend came over, she wanted the details on the man, and I told her in exquisite detail about what had happened when we got home. Despite my vivid sexual descriptions, she kept pulling the subject back to my fall. It was, possibly, the worst pickup attempt of all time, but, I took it in good humor, after all, it worked!

  We watched movies for a few hours, chilling out, smoking a little, drinking a lot. It was one of those chilled evenings where you do nothing but sit in your pajamas, and relax.

  But I could feel him, outside, watching. I wondered if he imagined us descending on each other, falling into a lesbian 69, or of he wanted to see one of us lick the other to ecstasy. My mind wandered, my friend was cute, maybe I could turn her towards a little girl fun. but I shook my head, it wasn’t worth it.

  Eventual
ly the hour grew late, she was staying on my sofa that night, and she headed in to teh bathroom to take a shower, that’s when I had the idea.

  Capture

  I waited till the shower was running, then went into the kitchen. I pretended to do boring stuff, throw bottles away and so forth for a minute or two, then I made my move. I went stealthily to the front door, and opened it so slowly, not making a sound.

  I crept around to the side of the house, and then I saw him, by the window. I crept closer, he was just a few feet away, I could see his cock, in his hand. He was stroking it softly, gently, and I watched him for a little while.

  Then I moved forward. “Shhh”

  He jumped, making a huge rustle in the undergrowth, I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall and crept back closer to the wall.

  My friend put her head towards the window then lifted it up

  “Is anyone there?” she shouted

  “It’s me!” I yelled back

  “I thought I heard something outside the window!” she sounded worried.

  “There was a possum by the trash, it just went running away from me, didn’t you hear me scream?” I was closer to the window, she could see me now, she had grabbed a towel and was holding it over her chest.”

  “I’ll be inside soon, I dropped the trash everywhere”

  I turned back to the cans and started walking, a second later I slunk back towards the guy, it was the teenage neighbor, he looked terrified.

  “I’m so sorry, PLEASE don’t tell my parents” the fear in his voice was palpable.

  “I won’t tell them” I said “But you are mine now.”

  “Now go back to the window and watch her.”

  He looked confused for a few seconds