1. Sweet Peeper by loyalsock


    Date: 9/29/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Owen watched the girl turn down the covers and set the candles in place on his bed stand. She was so careful and exacting, he wondered if there was some set way things where done. He had never really noticed. He had also not noticed when that scrawny little girl with pigtails had become this fetching young lady with a gorgeous figure. He smiled and played with his snifter of brandy as he watched her bend and straighten the quilt. Her ass was not tiny, it was full and firm like only a young girl's ass could be. Even the layers of petticoats and bloomers could not hide its curves. He smiled and tilted his head slightly to view it at a different angle. Yes, that was a good ass. She noticed his stare and blushed but did not shy away from it. Owen raised an eyebrow in question and the girl blushed bright red and went back to her duties. The night, until now sour with disappointment was definitely turning out better then he had thought. She turned profile as she busied herself with her work and Owen watched her heavy breasts push against the fabric of her blouse. This one was definitely ripe. How had he not noticed her before now? &#034Was your evening satisfactory, Milord?&#034 She asked as she worked. Owen paused and wondered how much she knew about his evening. &#034No,&#034 He said after long consideration. &#034It was not. My . . . guest . . . was less than pleasing.&#034 He waited and watched her reaction. Did she know he had a village whore up here tonight? Tonight? Many ...
    nights. Did she know what he did behind closed doors? &#034I . . . &#034 she started and then stopped. She blushed again. Yes, she knew all right. &#034You?&#034 Owen prompted her. &#034I . . . I thought perhaps you were not happy. She went home very early.&#034 Owen chuckled. So, his schedule was kept track of by the help, eh? &#034Early?&#034 He asked and wondered how far she'd go. She was struggling with each word; he knew it did not come easy for her questioning him. &#034Yes, Milord. Early.&#034 She looked away at the wall and stood up straight and straightened out the fabric of her skirt. &#034How do you gauge it to have been early?&#034 he asked, smiling like a cat playing with a mouse. &#034I . . . Ah . . . You . . .&#034 She stopped and took a deep breath and looked him in the eye and then blushed and lowered her gaze. &#034I have noticed that most guests tend to stay later.&#034 &#034You mean my whores?&#034 Owen grinned; he wanted to see how flustered he could make this poor girl. This was turning into quite an amusing night after all. She looked at him, but not in shock. There was something in her gaze, something he had not expected. &#034Yes, Milord . . . your whores. They usually stay later.&#034 My God, Owen thought and almost started to laugh. The little wench was aroused. He grinned from ear to ear. The saucy little thing must listen in on his guests and him. He sat back and stared at her up and down. How had he missed the gawky little girl becoming this woman ...
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