Paying a Debt

Part One- View Through The Window

It was the fourth night that I’d sat at the window, peeking through the curtains. The hunk of a man who’d moved in next door was all it took for me to convert to a peeping Tom. Add the extracurricular activities that he exhibited in the evenings, and often late into the night, and my mind was a slideshow of wickedly indecent thoughts. The man had a kinky streak like nothing I’d ever seen before and hot damn; I was hopelessly, shamelessly addicted.

The first night I became a voyeur of his explicit ways completely by accident. At least at first. I awoke at 2 am with the need to pee. Having completed that, I went to get a glass of water and there he was, naked as the day he was born, ass turned my way through his opposite window. As he waltzed through his house, I followed through mine, until he came to the living room where I witnessed a woman on the floor, ass up in the air, shoving inside herself, the world’s largest dildo. Okay, maybe not, but it appeared to be rather big.

I turned away, but like most things that catch you by surprise, I had to look back. That night ended with his cock in her mouth and my hand down my pants. I had the best sleep I’d had in months and awoke feeling refreshed and invigorated. Is it any wonder I watched him again the second night?

The first woman was there for two nights. But since then, each night has brought someone new. He doesn’t seem to have a preference, which only helps spur my fantasies. The first was brunette, hair tinged with a bit of red. She was tall and shapely; curvaceous is the word. The second had raven black locks that were cut straight at the collarbone. She was the most flexible woman I had ever seen. Bound and fucked for hours before packing her stuff away and leaving at almost five in the morning.

So, back to night four and woman number 3. Tonight’s participant is blonde, and looks like she stepped directly out of the ‘50’s. He must tell her to strip as soon as she crosses the threshold because she begins before he’s even finished closing the door. Their lips don’t move, but they stare at each other as she divests herself of clothing, handing him each piece before getting down on all fours. They trade secret words and then he grasps her chin, drawing his thumb over her freshly rouged lips, smearing lipstick across her cheek. Unceremoniously, he releases her and walks away.

She follows behind, still on hands and knees. I trail too, stalking, trying to catch glimpses of them through the windows in each adjoining room on my side of our licentious affair. Ending in the living room, just like every other time. He stands before her, waiting for something it would seem. I can’t decipher whether they are talking, but I sit in the chair that faces the window; the one that has been my perch for the past three nights.

He lowers his fly and subconsciously, I lean forward as his proud cock is released from its prison. She crawls toward him, sits up on her knees and in one move, takes him in her mouth and to the back of her throat. Bobbing, her arms come up behind her, where she clasps each elbow in the opposite hand. He fists her hair, pulling her ruthlessly back and forth, driving into her at record speed. His eyes roll back before he tilts his head back too.

In mere minutes, his hips are gyrating, pumping roughly into her mouth. He holds her still as he uses her, filling her with long, hard strokes. Suddenly he stills and unsure why, I turn my eyes from his crotch, up to his face where I find him staring directly at me! Shit!

At some point I’ve moved off the chair, onto the floor. My nose is inches away from the window, my hands on the glass as I stare at them, down on my knees. I realize I’ve mimicked her position with my own. No wonder he can see me! I crawl backward until my ass connects with the rear wall, hoping to put space between us. Standing, I run to the kitchen.

Through the window, I see him storming through his home. Before I can register, his front door is open, and a few loud knocks alert me he’s at my door. I think about ignoring it, but he obviously saw me and knows I’m home. I could deny it and say that I wasn’t watching, at least on purpose, but he’ll know I’m a liar.

With nothing to do, I make my way to the door. Taking a deep breath, I open it, leaving the safety chain in place.

“Hi. Can I help you?” I say with a smile and an air of innocence, which rewards me with a smirk that highlights his dimples. He’s even more beautiful up close and I can feel my panties dampening as I take in the sight of his toned, yet very naked chest. His jeans are on, but not buttoned. At least he tucked his cock away. A part of me wishes he hadn’t.

“Do you always watch your neighbours through the windows?”

“Well, no, of course not.” I don’t even try to deny it. Now that’s he’s here, in front of me, there seems little point. “But in my defense, the last neighbour was about 85 and looked nothing like you. Had she and I most likely would have. If she left the blinds open.”

My reply has his eyebrow rising into his brow line. He seems to think on it for a second before he decides what to say.

“So, do you like what you see?”

Now it’s my turn to be surprised. I should be honest, but how honest should I be? Only one way to find out.

“Well, yes. Although tonight is moving rather fast compared to the last few. You must know each other well.”

The eyebrow is back in the arched position. I think I’ve caught him off guard. He appears to think on what I’ve said, then deciding, takes a deep breath.

“Yes, I know her well. We were looking for a third for tonight, but she cancelled. Interested?” the last part is almost whispered, like he’s unsure whether or not to ask.

Now my eyebrow is arched again, and I’m juggling a feeling of indecision with lustful desire. Fuck yeah, I do, but watching the last three nights, I know he’s way out of my league. Not in the looks department, but the kinky fuckery department. To his baby blue eyes, I will be an amateur. That thought makes up my mind.

“That sounds like quite the invitation, but unfortunately I have to decline. I don’t think I’m cut out for your variety of fun. Or experienced enough to keep up.”

“Don’t play shy now. I’ll take it easy on you, I promise. Scout’s honour.” Two fingers come up in the scout’s salute.

“Were you even a scout?”

“Well, no. But I have honour. Listen, you don’t have to do anything you’re hesitant about. We’ll make sure everyone knows your safeword, and you can leave at any time. I had planned a really great night, but without the third, it’s simply not possible. In return, I’ll forget that you’re a peeping Tom, and still leave my curtains open so you can watch. Plus, you owe me. Like a sexy debt.” He winks at this and I can’t believe I’m even considering his suggestion, but of course I am.

“What would you need me to do?” I know my nerves are showing, but I’ve watched this guy before and know he won’t be easy on me. I also know he has the stamina of a prized stallion. That thought does nothing for my libido, so I push it away.

“Whatever I tell you to do. The only way it stops is if you use your safeword. I know it seems scary, but it’ll be the best night you’ve ever had, I promise.”

Am I so easy that a small promise is all it takes for me to become an eager little puppy? I am. I can almost feel my sick little puppy tail wagging.

“Okay, since you asked so nicely. I’ll do you a favor.” It sounds more salacious than I intend.

His smile is disarming, or maybe it’s the arrogance that pours from it. Either way, in for a dime, in for a dollar.

“Great. I’ll give you five minutes to be at my door. Don’t wear much. As you know, I don’t care for clothing and if you’re late, you’ll start with being punished.” The last word should have me running, but I feel my cunt clench with desire.

“Five minutes. I promise.” I say as I close the door. That smile is still on his face as the door settles in place, although I can’t tell if it’s a cheerful smile or one disguising his inner psycho.

I run upstairs to change into… something. Anything other than flannel pajamas and an old t-shirt. I decide on stripping everything and replacing it with a thin black dress that sits mid thigh. No point in wearing anything else, I know he’ll have me remove them.

I make my way to the door, trying in vain to come up with an idea to get me out of this mess. It seemed great a moment ago, but now, I’m not so sure. A promise is a promise, though. I jot a note on the pad of paper beside the phone book in the kitchen, in case I go missing, never to be seen again. And then close the front door behind me, locking it like it’s just another ordinary day.

My fist hasn’t even connected with the wooden façade on his front door before it opens. He stands confidently, completely nude.

“Come in, remove the dress and follow me, hands and knees if you please.”

So, this is how all the other women felt as they arrived at his house. Like a thing, to be ordered around, used as he chooses. Again, this thought should have me running, but no, juice is leaking from my center, running down my thigh. That’s what I get for not wearing panties.

Sliding the dress over my head, I fold it neatly before placing it next to my shoes beside the door. Then I gingerly lower myself to my hands and knees. The tile is cold on my bare skin and much harder on the knees than the previous women made it look. Without a word, he walks away, and I follow him into the living room.

The woman from earlier is still in place, kneeling on the floor. Her hands are tied behind her, a cotton strip sits snuggly inside her mouth. Her eyes follow me as I trail behind him. He halts suddenly and I barely stop bumping into his gloriously naked backside.

Facing the other woman, he lowers her gag, strokes his thumb ever her lips again and says, “It seems we have a third for this evening after all. Are you pleased, kitten?”

The endearing term catches me off guard, although I’m unsure why. She looks at him with something akin to hunger, her irises large, lids hooded.

“Yes, Sir.” She replies reverently. A shiver rolls down my spine as the word Sir settles over the room.

“Let’s begin then.”

Walking a short distance away, he palms something small from the coffee table before he stands once more before me. With a flourish, he lets the item dangle from his pointer finger, producing a black satin blindfold.

“However, you, pussycat, need a lesson.” And with that, he slips the blindfold over my head.

To be continued…

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