Chapter 3
The Voyeur
Emma had bought the Telescope from the market on Portobello road, it was a fine
wood and brass instrument on a wooden tripod, and Emma had lovingly brought it
up to new condition, hours of sanding and polishing had restored it to make the
central feature of her living room near the French windows that led out to her
balcony. The flat she owned on the south of the river looked on to St
Katherine's dock by tower bridge, Emma would often take her morning coffee out
on the balcony in the summer, looking down on the boats in the river, thinking
if only she could see closer then it would be better, after a morning browsing
the market she stumbled across this beautiful telescope and decided it was just
what she needed. Emma was the heiress of a large fortune made by her father in
corporate banking, he had died suddenly leaving Emma very wealthy, and Emma's
mother had died in child berth. Her education had been in a stuffy all girl
school, where she had excelled in all subjects but social skills, Emma was a
very shy person who was content to sit on the lines and watch, not to be
involved. This is why Emma loved her telescope so much; it gave her the freedom
to watch the world from the confines of her flat.
Keeping the living room light off, Emma could sit in the living room and look
out with the telescope without the fear of being seen, even though she was in
the penthouse of a six storey building, there was quite a few other six storey
buildings that might be able to see her. The docklands across the river, to the
left of St Kat's had recently been developed and they could see her with a pair
of binoculars, if she got caught spying there would be a media circus, a frenzy,
Emma shuddered at the thought. Most evenings at some point, Emma would flick off
the light and glance through the scope and see what she could see.
Emma looked through the eyepiece and saw the blonde, everyone was nameless, this
made it all the more better for Emma, no identities. She had seen her many times
before, she was renovating one of the tea warehouses, she was stunning, it was
nothing for Emma to see her wandering around in just panties or even nude, she
had seen her sit on the bedroom floor and do hundreds of sit ups, painting walls
with just a teddy on. Emma didn't consider herself a bisexual but she admired
the female form deeply, she had several Helmut Newton original prints on her
wall, of course bought anonymous on the Internet.
This evening was different, what was she doing, she seemed to be pleasuring
another women, Emma increased the magnification, the blonde was using a large
black dildo on another woman, she was fucking her with it, with the
magnification at maximum Emma could see the sweat beading on the other woman's
brow, she was slapping her as she fucked her, Emma stared in disbelief, she had
seen sex before but not like this, this was brutal, raw, hard fucking and it was
turning Emma on. Emma could feel the heat in her lower belly grow; Emma was a
master at masturbation. Lonely nights in her dorm had given many opportunities
to learn the art of self loving, while the other girls would go out to find
boy's, Emma would lay alone dreaming of love, learning what turned her on the
most, spreading her young pussy, dipping fingers in, making it slick, then
rubbing that button at the top of her slit, till she whimpered into the pillow
gagging her mouth. As Emma watched the blonde fuck the woman, she slid her hand
into her sweat pants and teased her clit, gently rubbing the button she new oh
so well, keeping her eye on the proceedings over the river she frigged herself
to heaven. After a shattering orgasm Emma must off drifted off because when she
awoke, the flat she spied on was in darkness, Emma was disappointed and decided
she wanted to learn more about this blonde, Emma had this curiosity for things,
and once on a mission she would be relentless in finding out as much she could,
that way she wouldn't have to make contact, she would know enough, to Emma it
was a game she played, she had followed people all over London looking to find
out there secrets. Then just as easily, skulk back into the shadowy domain where
she lived!
The Blonde was reading her morning paper, it was Sunday, she was drinking
coffee, wearing a kimono silk gown and nothing else, she was sitting on a high
stool at the breakfast counter, she seem very happy, enjoying life. It was
unusual for Emma to be using the telescope so early but the blonde had
captivated her yesterday evening, she wanted to know more about the blonde, she
wanted to know everything.
Emma scanned around the room, looking at all the details, the kitchen, the
living room, the study area, the post it note on the side of the PC with My new
Mobile Number scrawled on it, "Jesus" Emma thought, what good fortune, she had
stumbled on to the best thing ever, instant contact with the blonde. Emma
thought for a good while then text her first message to the blonde; you made me
cum yesterday,
It was short and enough to start the blonde thinking, who was it from? Was the
designer trying to contact the blonde so soon? Emma's phone beeped twice, the
reply had come so quickly, I do my best, why don't you cum round again, leave
your husband at home, Emma text back straight away, she was going to start a
game, she was going to head fuck this blonde without ever touching her, I was
never in your place, I watch you from a far... Emma stared through the eyepiece
as the blonde received her text, the blonde walked towards her main lounge
window and gazed out, and she looked baffled and kept staring at her phone. Emma
had already a game plan for the blonde and it was about to unfold.
The blonde walked about her flat, tidying, sorting her laundry for the next
week, making lunch, her usual routine for a Sunday. After lunch the blonde got
her gym things ready and set off for her usual Sunday workout and sauna, all the
while under Emma's watchful gaze. With Emma's wealth, she could demand a
privilege service from some of London's more exclusive stores; Sunday shopping
and delivery service was the norm. Browsing on Harrods website, Emma selected a
red and gold satin Victorian style corset, a matching gold thong, a selection of
sizes in red patent heels and some red silk stockings, having the items charged
to her account, Emma requested them to be delivered within the hour to the
blondes address. The local off licence delivered some champagne to the address
as well, which had been obtained from a London street guide website, it hadn't
taken Emma long to figure out where the blonde lived.
The blonde returned from her trip to the gym to find a mass of parcels waiting
in her lift, where had they come from, the blonde pondered, entering her flat
she placed them on the kitchen counter, dropped her gym kit in the laundry
basket and returned to the parcels. The first she opened was quite heavy, after
removing the wrapper she found a smart wooden box, where inside was a bottle of
Krystal champagne, somebody loves me the blonde thought to her self, grabbing a
flute from the cupboard the blonde poured herself a full glass, "if your gonna
drink champagne you may as well drink the good stuff" Emma said to herself not
flinching from her stool while peering through the eye piece. Next the blonde
open the largest of the soft parcels, they where all expensively wrapped with
Harrods own paper, inside was a fine boned corset with such a rich colour, the
blonde was becoming more and more curious as she opened all the other parcels,
who did she know with this taste and money, there must have been at least five
hundred pounds of underwear and another hundred on the champagne. She was sure
that Sally could not have afforded this and she wasn't sure if she had total
control of Sally yet.
Just then the blondes phone received a text Well do you like my presents, who
was this person, the blonde replied but this time she wanted the identity Who
are you? The blonde waited for a reply however the wait was very short Why don't
you try them on honey! The blonde through down her phone on the couch and moved
to the big windows, was she right? Was someone watching her? This was exciting,
the blonde was unsure, unusual for her, going to the bedroom cupboard, the
blonde took out a small bag of white powder, putting a nail full on the well of
her forefinger and thumb, then inhaled the lot in one snort. Emma didn't realise
this big blonde had a coke habit, it was something the blonde did when she
needed a confidence boost, which was not very often so the bag in her bedside
locker had been there some while. Returning to the sitting room the blonde went
to the music system, after selecting some sexual acid jazz, she collected the
items. Just then the buzzer went on the intercom, damm thought the blonde this
was getting very horny, a lady answered "I'm your corset fitter from Harrods, I
was told to be hear at 6-30pm", what was going on, somebody has gone to a lot of
expense here." "You'd better come up" the blonde replied, the coke was hitting
hard, the blonde felt electric, she was loving this voyage, but who was leading
the game? The corset fitter emerged from the old gate lift, a corset fitter she
was not, in fact she was a very expensive hooker again obtained from the
internet, dressed in a straight black shift dress, heels and perfect stockings
she looked the part. Emma had procured the hooker from a very exclusive site she
knew of through society contacts, these girls would do exactly as asked and
where also well groomed, the price reflected it.
"Are you ready to have your fitting" the lady asked, the blonde just smiled and
led the lady over to the living space where she had draped the items, "would you
like some champagne?" the blonde asked, the lady just nodded as she admired the
underwear. The blonde returned handing a flute to the lady, "ok strip off your
tracksuit my dear," the lady stood patiently while the blonde removed her
tracksuit, then her bra, the blonde stood in her thong facing the lady, she was
bigger than the lady but not by much, "panties as well please", without
hesitation, the blonde slid the thong down, stepping out when it hit her ankles.
The lady bent to her knee and slipped the new thong over one ankle then the
other sliding it up smoothly till it bit into the blondes ass, pulling tighter,
it was a size too small, it was maybe a size ten or even an eight, but the lady
still managed to pull it high enough to sit on the blondes hips, it was very
tight in the blondes ass, and giving the camel toe appearance of her crotch,
almost entering her lips.
Emma had not been lazy, she had attached a Nikon to the front of the telescope
and was photographing the scene unfold, her other hand had moved to her pussy,
stroking through the silk of her own panties. Next the lady picked up the corset
and wrapped it around her body but only laced a couple of laces at the bottom.
Next she knelt and asked the blonde to place her foot on her thigh, slipping the
toe over the blondes foot, she rolled the stocking up with the art of somebody
with years of experience, clipping the stocking to the straps hanging from the
corset, she repeated the procedure with the other leg. "What shoe size are you?"
the lady selected the six, the heels where four and a half inch spiked heels in
red patent leather, absolutely gorgeous and still just about practical to walk
in, so now the blonde stood at the window looking out in a half tied corset,
gold silk thong, stockings and heels. The lady took hold of the lower laces and
started to pull tighter working each one as tight as she could, placing her hand
flat in the centre of the blondes back so she could pull as tight as possible,
thankfully for the blonde, her strong stomach muscles could take the
restriction, but the lady was only half way up, the blonde could feel her large
breasts grow, they where swelling up into a fantastic cleavage, her breathing
was becoming deeper, the blonde said it was tight enough but the lady disagreed,
with a sharp fierce slap, she lashed down on the blondes ass cheek, which in
turn turned to a caress, whispering to the blonde, the lady told her it was
going much tighter, it was as though her tongue was fucking her ear as she
spoke. Finally she tied the corset off in a bow at the top, the blondes waist
had gone in by four inches and her breasts had swelled two extra cup sizes, the
blonde walked around the room, she felt like a goddess, admiring herself in her
full length mirror, she returned to the lady, "do I look ok? I've never worn a
corset before." the lady drew a nail across the blondes exposed breast, "good
enough to eat, I have some other items I was asked to bring, I had to stop in
one of those tacky shops in Soho" from her bag she removed a large soft dildo
with a suction cup on it's base, a pair of soft leather cuffs, and a small
paddle. The lady squatted by the glass coffee table in front of the big windows,
plunging the dildo on to the corner of the surface, it stood upright and proud,
the lady placed the cuffs on the table and the paddle next to them. The blonde
watched the lady arrange the items with a smile on her face, surely this was not
one of Harrods normal staff, the coke was still making the blonde's mind race
and she was loving every minute of it, who had arranged this? Maybe it was
Selina from the states, she obviously had enough money to arrange all of this,
the blondes spell was broke by the beeping of another text arriving, struggling
to bend to reach the phone the corset biting as the blonde bent over, it was the
same person again. I want you to make me cum! The blonde quickly replied, are
there any rules? Emma was so hot she was close to exploding, but there was
mileage in this game and she wanted to see it through, she had already exposed
four rolls of film. There are no rules, are you the giver or receiver? With that
the blonde tossed the phone back down and looked at the lady "go into the
bathroom and fetch the KY Jelly," without hesitation the lady did as she was bid
and returned promptly to the blonde, "it's a lovely day, open the patio window's
and stand in front of them with your back to me please" passing to the blonde
the item she had collected and again did as she was asked, opening the windows
wide, looking out onto the river viewing the flats to the left of tower bridge,
the lady saw a sparkle coming from one of the flats, just like sun glare hitting
glass. The lady heard the sound of the coffee table being dragged closer but
still showed little emotion, next the blonde came round to the front of the
lady, smiling she cuffed the lady to the balcony railing. The blonde could be
seen from the street if someone cared to look up but she didn't give a shit, she
was so euphoric, she would of waived if she had seen anyone looking, the blonde
moved back behind the lady and gently guided her ankles back so that her back
arched into a nice dip. Lifting the lady's black dress, the blonde was very
impressed with the view, perfect seamed stockings held by a black lace garter
belt, with a matching G-string, keeping her back straight, the blonde bent, so
her ass rested on her heels, she had to keep her back dead straight or the
corset would bite and restrict her breathing even more than it was already.
Parting the lady's ass gently, the blonde extended her tongue, just the tip
touching the lady's outer lips through the fabric of the G-string, tracing a
line along the slit, still the lady remained without emotion, she was calm and
cool as though this was normal customer service, as the blonde licked she gently
caressed the lady's ass, gently parting the cheeks further using her tongue to
hook the string and then pulling at it with her teeth. The string pulled away
from her ass cheeks easily, the lady had a firm ass, high and pronounced,
absolutely gorgeous in fact, now digging deeper into her wet pussy with her long
tongue practised tongue the blonde sensed her wetness building, gripping the
lady's hips she guided her down till her pussy was in line with the waiting
dildo, taking the KY the blonde greased it thoroughly, it stood there waiting to
impale her. The dildo slipped into the lady with ease, slipping deep into her
pussy. The blonde suggested with a motion how the lady should start to raise and
lower her hips, which the lady took to very well, grinding on the large cock
buried in her loins, the blonde raised and walked to the lady's ear, "may I
paddle your ass please, I will stop when you cum, is that ok?" the lady just
nodded as her rhythm was starting to increase in vigour, she was fucking the
cock now.
Emma was slumped out now in her chair, her pussy glowing in the fading light of
the summer evening, still her eye focused to the camera lens which in turn was
focused on the proceedings in the flat across the river. Emma was thinking to
herself she had not eaten for ages, taking a large banana from the fruit bowl,
thinking as she peeled it how phallic it looked, Emma was so sexed up instead of
putting the banana to her mouth she moved it to her lower lips, it felt cold and
hard, but it slid in without resistance, slowly Emma pumped her pussy with the
ripe banana, it was becoming soft with Emma's heat and the furious action she
was starting to use, the roughness of the ridges on the fruit was bringing
another orgasm on, how many Emma had had by now she had lost count; Emma
screamed out for no one to hear but herself, she smiled then refocused on the
women, eating her fruit.
The blonde had been paddling the lady's ass, it was red now, it had taken quite
a few slaps to bring it to that colour, when she turned to do the other cheek,
she placed her free hand on the lady's mound, parting her pussy while she
started a slow spanking rhythm with the paddle, the cock was impaling her, her
clit had become engorged, the blonde could see it, using her fingers to encase
the dildo she could tease the clit and the lady's ass at the same time. For the
first time the lady let an emotion show, her head slumped and she took on a deep
grunting breathing, she was fighting her first orgasm, the blonde whispered to
her, "let it come honey, let it come, cum for me honey" the blonde was working
her clit and ass simultaneously, forgetting the discomfort she was in, she
wanted to see this women cum. The lady pumped till she felt she would explode,
then she did in a series of convulsions, her head hanging as low as the cuffs
would allow her shoulders to bend, the blonde removed her hand and dropped the
paddle, sliding her hand into the slip dress she caressed the lady's nipple then
kissed her deeply, her tongue searching the lady's mouth. The spell was broke by
the sound of a text arriving Did you enjoy that, I did, how would you like to do
it again and again, a different lady each time the blonde again just stared at
her phone, it beeped again Tell the lady she can fix herself then leave, don't
worry she has already been tipped in a trance the blonde passed on the
instructions to the lady, within five minutes she was standing dressed undoing
the blondes corset, and within ten she was kissing the blonde goodbye and
leaving. As the lift gate shut the phone beeped again a limo will be outside at
ten, that gives you two hours, little black dress and heels please, you will get
in and go along for the ride or you will ignore this text and you will not hear
from me again.
