Peep Show

by Isabella Starling

I was so wet. In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment. But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.

She was crying. He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick. Fuck! I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.

I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it. My pussy tingled at his crudeness. My heart thumped in anticipation. And my mind reeled with the possibilities. I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

I winked at the girl and clicked a button next to the window. The electric blinds came down in a flash, shielding us from any unwanted, prying eyes. I shifted my attention to the beauty on my floor instead and kneeled down next to her, my fingers gentle as I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.​ She looked up at me, those dark eyes filled with nothing but adoration and the desperate need to please. “Did I do g-good?” she stuttered, her full bottom lip jutting out, her eyes begging me to answer in the affirmative. “P-please tell me I was a good girl for you, Miles… P-please, I need to hear it.” I took her chin in my fingers and gently lifted it, staring into her eyes. They looked endless in the dimly-lit room, the chocolate brown of her irises almost black in this light. “I need you to cry,” I told her plainly. “Cry some more for me, you pretty little thing. I want to taste your beautiful tears.”

Fuck her, I wanted to fuck her. Right here, in the sterile shower where a woman had never been, push her against the stone and take her pussy with my fingers first, my cock second, and my mouth third. I wanted to know what she tasted like with me inside her. I wanted to know how sweet that cunt was after I’d forced orgasm after orgasm out of it.

She used her dainty little fingers to fuck that pussy. I was going to use a whole damn fist.

They didn’t get me wet like the ones who choked me and spat in my face while they fucked me. And if they called me a slut on top of it all, I was fucking guaranteed to squirt all over their dicks.

In the elevator, he was all over me, his mouth hungry and his fingers too daring for such a public place. He fucked my pussy carelessly, as if it meant nothing, fucking his fingers so deep inside I squealed in pain and delight. I didn’t usually come across guys who were this rough.

“Bebe, you’re going to touch yourself for me now,” I told her, and she let out a panicked little breath that made me chuckle. “Why are you acting shy, sugar? We both know you’re fingering that tight little cunt at the sound of my voice.” She caught her breath and I fucking heard it. Heard her pull her fingers out of that cunt with a delicious squelch. “I’m not,” she protested. “Okay, you’re not,” I groaned. “Now stop fucking lying and taste your fingers for me, sweetie. I want to know what my cunt tastes like.” I could practically feel her shaking. “Don’t act coy,” I reprimanded her. “Fingers. In. Your. Fucking. Mouth. NOW.”

She nodded. “You want that tight, hot little cunt full of my cum?” I asked her, rougher now. “You want a stranger to fuck you full of his steaming hot jizz while your boyfriend watches? What a nasty little bitch you are.”

“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.

“Jesus fuck,” he said. “Fucking come. Count to five and come with me.” “One,” I whispered, slipping three fingers inside myself. “Two…” “Faster,” he said, his voice needier than I’d ever heard it. “Fucking faster, Bebe!” “Three.” I fucked myself so hard my legs kept spasming. “Four, please, Miles, fuck, please…” “Five,” he grunted, and I came for him, spraying the camera when my pussy squirted and my fingers came out. I fucking howled and he laughed at me, laughed with a desperate edge. “You fucking dirty little bitch,” he said, and I fell back on the floor, raising the camera over me and licking the lens. “Jesus, Bebe, you’re something fucking else.”

I’d never wanted someone this much, craved them, unable to resist her body, everything she’d touched. I was acting like an addict and I didn’t even give a shit. I would’ve done anything to find her sleeping in that bed. I’d take her in my arms and kiss those rosy lips, not just dream of doing it.

I felt everyone’s eyes on us as we devoured each other, tongues intertwining, pussies dripping, the scent of her strawberry shampoo heavy in my nose. I handed my phone off to someone I didn’t know or care about and asked her to take photos of us. She did. Moments later, all of them wound up in Miles’ inbox, because I couldn’t help myself.

I’d never hated my agoraphobia more. Every cell in my body was demanding I go right over there, put Bebe over my knee in front of all her shitty friends, and spank that tight little ass while they all watched. God, I wanted to. I wanted her to know full well what bad girls get when they misbehave.

The embers that had ignited her own spark burned brightly inside my soul and for once, I wasn’t afraid of my feelings. No, I was afraid of her. My Bebe. Because she was beautiful. Because she was broken. Because she was just like me, and yet, unlike anyone I’d ever met before.

If only it were so easy. “Please.” Her voice was throaty, raspy. It was turning me the fuck on. “Please, Miles. It’s all I want. I just want to feel your lips on mine. I just want to feel your breath on my lips. I just really, really need to taste you. To feel your tongue. To let you have me. Please, Miles. Please.”

I felt her inhale beneath me, her heart pounding against my chest as I got on top of her, suddenly so needy, so desperate I was clawing at her, trying to tear her robe off, trying to get to her skin. It was all I needed. More of her. Not fucking fabric, lace or silk be damned. I wanted her. My Bebe. Mine.

“Open wider,” I growled at her, and her lips parted in a soundless gasp. I couldn’t help myself. I took more and more from her until she was a moaning, dripping little fuckdoll ready to be used. She was begging for me, my name a constant prayer on her lips, her hands clammy as her long nails clawed at me. Whether she was trying to push me off or get closer I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t stop. With every touch and every moan from her lips, I grew more and more addicted. Like a pathetic fucking fool. “Wider,” I snapped, and she moaned tearfully as my tongue slipped into her throat. I fucked her with it. My tongue claimed her mouth with desperate, needy motions that meant to tell her who she belonged to.

“Spread your ass for me,” I breathed, and her hands went behind her, parting herself, baring her cunt and her tight little asshole for me. I groaned at the sight. “So fucking beautiful,” I muttered. “Such tight little holes you have, sugar.” She mewled around the dildo, sucking it deeper. “Come on, let me see how deep you can get it,” I groaned.

“Come on,” he groaned. “Don’t stare. It’s not polite, sugar.” I leaned closer. My lips could barely wrap around his tip. He was so thick, bulging at the sight of me. When I tasted his precum I mewled helplessly, and he let out a sound so animalistic, I thought he would just succumb to his urges and take me like I wanted him to all along. But no, his hands were in fists and he was holding back, just like Miles always did. Too bad I wouldn’t do him the courtesy of acting the same prim and proper way. I had a reputation for a reason.

I licked the underside of his cock hungrily, from his balls all the way to the glistening tip, and he wrapped his fingers in my hair. I was getting sloppy, my mouth dripping, leaving a wet trail all over him. His cock leaked my spit and he moved one of his hands under it, catching some and making me take it back in my mouth.

His hands grabbed my throat and I choked in surprise. He fucked my mouth. Carelessly. His cock filled me to the brim and I felt the tears coming, but I wouldn’t look away from his eyes. Look at me. You’re doing this to me. But I’ll take it if it means getting you. I’ll take it, Miles.

“Up,” the suited man barked at me, and I stood up, my knees nearly giving out. “You call me Sir,” the guy with the jacket said, taking a step closer to me and wrapping a hand around my throat. “You call him Daddy. Nod if you understand.”

I fought back, but not as hard as I could have, which made me blush fiercely. But it got me so wet, having them there, putting the ball gag on me while Miles watched, I was dripping down my legs like a desperate little whore fucked up on God knows what, just desperate for another dose of dick inside her slutty holes.

“We heard you’ve never had two cocks,” Daddy whispered in my ear, and my skin erupted in goosebumps. “Look at her fucking cunt,” Sir laughed. “Look at her. She’s going to squirt all over us if you don’t stop.”

And then, just like that, a cock was forcing its way into my cunt, one inch at a time. I moaned around the ball gag as Sir came in front of me, grabbing me by the cheeks and slapping me in the face so hard I saw stars. “You better start moaning like the whore you are,” he said. “Because I want to get off to you moaning first, crying second, and screaming third.”

Daddy lowered me, whispering sweet things in my ear as my pussy sank onto the stranger’s cock, filling me up so fast I bit into the ball gag and tried to get away. But Daddy grabbed me by the shoulders and made me sit on Sir’s cock, all the way down until I felt him go past my cervix and I couldn’t let out another muffled scream, just barely audible whimpers, and little sobs because it hurt so fucking good.

They started moving, two bodies I didn’t know, pushing inside me and forcing their cocks all the way inside me. I tried to stop the orgasm that was brewing in my center, but I didn’t last long. In a few minutes, my whimpers turned into cries and I was coming, my pussy spurting juice all over Sir, my ass working Daddy’s cock while my mouth drooled all over that fucking ball gag. I cried not because it hurt, but because it was fucking humiliating being used like that. Because for once, I’d let myself believe a man actually gave a shit about me, wanted me for who I was and not for what my body could do. But Miles had proved exactly the opposite by sending these two men into my apartment. And now, I was going to prove to him just what a whore I was. I couldn’t wait for him to see, and I fucking hoped he was glued to his window.

Anger making me an ugly, deranged monster that cared about nothing else but my woman. I needed her in my arms. My mouth on her. My cock in her tight little cunt. My hands all over that sweet little body. Me, fucking me, tasting that sugar. Nobody else. Never fucking EVER again.

seconds, holding me firmly in place. “Don’t scream,” he ordered me, and I swallowed my fear as he held me out of the window, one hand over my mouth, the other in my hair. The street was so far below me, but I didn’t feel afraid. I let him have me completely and gave up every last vestige of control, packed it up all pretty, wrapped a bow around it and placed it in his care. My eyes widened as I took in the street, my tits hanging heavily above it. This was it. This was the moment of madness I’d been waiting for. I felt his cock entering me, the pure pleasure making me cry out for him. My hips bumped against the windowsill as he started to fuck me, relentlessly and showing absolutely no mercy for my poor flailing body.

Coming wasn’t a decision, there was no option to back out of it. I felt myself squirt over his cock in seconds, drenching him in my juices and begging helplessly for more as he dragged my hair back, making me look at the street, at my own apartment across from it, at everything I was willing to let go of so I could have my Miles.

“You,” I breathed against her lips, not giving a shit who was watching. “You’ve changed my fucking life. And I’m never letting you go.” “Miles,” she breathed. “You need to be mine,” I said. “I want you to be mine completely. I want you to wear the sign of it. I want my baby in your fucking belly. I want my ring on your finger. I want you beside me. Now, and forever.”