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Sweet Peeper by loyalsock
Date: 10/20/2015, Categories: First Time Hardcore Voyeur, Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... who would dare peek at him? He liked it. "Yes, well . . . she had not the same cravings as I had been led to believe," Owen stated. "Cravings?" she asked in a tiny voice. Owen laughed. Her bravado was slowly fading. "Yes, cravings . . . desires . . . hungers." He leaned forward and whispered loud enough for her to hear. "You know about hunger, don't you, my pretty little peeper?" She blushed and was flustered. She grabbed the empty snifter and dirty plate and tried to leave. Owen stood up and slipped between her and the door. He stood in her way and smiled as she nearly panicked. This was most fun, he was glad the whore turned out to be unsatisfying now. "So tell me, my sweet peeper, what naughty things have you spied upon?" He stepped close enough that his long hair brushed on her exposed cleavage as he continued whispering in her ear. "What have you watched through the key hole? Hmm? What has got you so brave and bold?" She stammered and looked away but he placed a finger under her chin and brought her eyes back to meet his. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her top and her cheeks were flush. She looked him in the eye then quickly looked down again. "I've seen you with them, Milord." She fidgeted but continued. "I have for years now." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "I didn't mean to peep, Milord, but . . . I heard screams and . . . and. . . and other sounds." She shuddered and ...
... blushed. "And so you had to see?" he asked in a hushed tone. "Yes, Milord." she answered in a tiny voice. "And what did you see?" he asked and grinned, his hand tracing across the exposed swell of her large breasts. "What, oh what, did you peep?" "Things that scared me, Milord." "Then why did you keep coming back?" She looked up at him and met his gaze for a second before she looked away again. "I . . . I . . . I don't know. Or . . . actually didn't know." "Didn't?" "No, Sir, not till tonight, Milord." She looked at him again, her eyes wide with sweet wonder. "And what did you peep tonight that changed things so for you?" His lips were almost touching her ears as he leaned in to whisper it. "Tha . . . that she was not what you wanted . . . not what you needed." "And that changed everything?" he asked. "No." "Then tell me, sweet peeper." She took a deep breath. "What changed it was . . . was . . ." She stopped. "Tell me," he urged her gently. "I . . . " She stopped again and her voice quivered. "I . . . " "You . . . ?" "I hated her for not being what you needed." Owen was caught off guard. He stood and thought and smiled. Such loyalty from the shadows; he was impressed. He stepped back and looked at her. She was obviously aroused, horny, wanton . . . but she was also scared. Terrified as a matter of fact. He smiled at her ...