Just A Peek (AndNich123 and ProtagnistRP)

Just a peek, she thought, as her bare feet softly touched the hardwood floors of the hall. That’s all I want. It won’t hurt anything for me to just look around for a little while. I want to see what all the fuss is about. Why did Annie say her father doesn’t allow anyone to ever enter his study? What does he keep in there?

Cammie had been friends and next door neighbors with Annie ever since she was old enough to walk. The two had grown up more like sisters than friends. From as far back as she can remember, and even what she can’t recall that was documented in photos, the two had been inseparable. Shortly after they moved in and Cammie was born, her father had walked out. Taylor did the best she could to raise her daughter, and when she needed help, Annie’s mother and father were glad to step in. Especially her father. Nathan had gradually, and happily, taken up a solid male figure role in her life. Even as a young child, she looked up to him as if he was her father. In fact, she thought he was for a long time. Nathan never seemed to mind, and as the child grew, he gladly slipped into the role of her father. Cammie would talk to him about anything. From school, to boys, to her mother at home. Their relstionship was a unique one, and it was always held near and dear to her heart. Relaxed enough to lounge by the pool or on the couch playing video games in her Pjs, she never felt out of place with him. Comfortable, warm, cared for, and loved.

Her mother’s job would often take her away, and on those such occasions, much like this weekend, she was always welcomed at Annie’s house. There weren’t many rules to follow when she was there. Stay out of the beer. That was Nathan’s. Don’t make too much when you stay up late. It was never a rule to not stay up late. Annie’s parents both knew better than to try and enforce that one. Nothing rated R on tv on the computers. Annie’s mother was a bit of a prude. Her father, on the other hand, was anything but. Stay out of the study. Cammie had done well to keep all of the rules this far, but tonight she was about to break the last one.

Her hand gently turned the doorknob to the study, and she slipped quietly inside. Afraid to turn on the light she looked around as the storm raging outside lit up the room. The brillant flashes of lightening more than enough to allow glimpses of the photos on the shelves and his desk. She wasn’t sure what type of work Nathan did. So of course it was a personal invite to one day violate his privacy and enter this, his study. Nothing seemed overly interesting about the normal, average room. Leather chair behind the huge, mahgony desky. Shelves adorned with photos, books, and various things he had collected over the years. A signed baseball. A small, metal car. A fake plant. Newton’s craddle. On his desk much of the same. A small lamp. A cup filled with pens and pencils. A folder that was closed. A huge calender lay flat beneath the folder. Envelopes and his mail. Some sort of magazine about golf. She was about to pick It up when she heard the soft, faint sound. Her head jerking up quickly towards the slightly ajar door. The light bleeding through did not reflect the shadows of anyone walking around in the hall. So she quickly made her way over to the door walking nearly on her tip toes. A quick scan out the door, and Cammie slinked her body through the small crack before closing the door behind her. A glimmer of light from another room just down the hall a bit lead the way to where the sound was coming from. Biting her lower lip, she knew going back to bed was certainly the better object, but she wanted to take just a peek.

Once more moving swiftly down the hall, she stopped just at the door and peeked inside. Her mouth opened wide at the sight she saw. There was Nathan and his wife making love, but there was something about it, about him, that wasn’t quite right. He appeared almost animalistic. The way he grabbed her, handled her, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. The sounds coming from him, and even how he forced her breaths from her body with his powerful thrusts. He was aggressive, in charge, and he clearly was not making love to her. No. He was fucking her. Hard. Roughly. Cammie backed against the wall across from the door and slide down the wall still watching the two. It was wrong. So very wrong, but she couldn’t take her eyes off them. Everything about the scene unfolding before her was so intense. She gasped softly hoping he didn’t hear her. Unaware even of how she was moving her legs, Cammie reached down.Not completely innocent, and yet she was still a virgin. Cammie had given handjobs and sucked a few cocks around school, but she had never felt a man sinking into her body taking her. It was an urge she often felt but was too afraid to act on. His arms around her, his breath on her neck, warm mouth to her nipples, even his cock in her throat were all things she had experienced. That final step was simply one she hadn’t taken. Her fingers grazed her throbbing clit as she watched enchanted by him. Why am I wet? Her own breathing erratic, her body squirming, she didn’t stop touching herself. All I wanted was just a peek. I got so much more than I bargained for. Good. Another gasp, a bit louder this time, and she felt her own body climbing as her fingers explored her wet sex. She was watching Nathan and wishing like hell she was his wife. Her nipples erect, rubbing against the sheer fabric of her nightie as her chest heaved. This is so wrong. I must be so sick, but I can’t help it. Fuck. Keep going Nathan. Fuck her. “Yes,” she whispered out. “Yes.”

Truthfully, Nathan had never expected to be a father. He never expected to get married even. His life had been so simple as a single guy. But life had other plans. Nathan was a bit of a ladies man in college, but who could blame him? He was smart, handsome, and had a great personality. Everyone loved him, and he loved the ladies. He loved them over and over and over. That is until Lisa, his latest little fling got pregnant. He was only 19 years old and nowhere near ready to be a father. But a baby changes everything. And over 9 months Nathan went from ladies man to diaper man. But in truth, he loved being a father, and loved his daughter from the moment he first saw her.

Nathan was a great father. He had plenty of money, so his daughter always had the best things. Great clothes, top of the line toys, a bedroom filed with stuffed animals. He always spoiled her. She was his angel, his daddy's girl. And then Cammie came into the picture. Cammie was a great girl. Sweet and loving. She deserved better than she had. Her father was a low life who ran out on her. And her mother, while trying hard, could not give Cammie what she needed or deserved. So Nathan stepped in. Nathan practically adopted Cammie as his own daughter, and treated her like a princess. He bought her clothes and toys, and even gave her mother money to help support her. When Nathan took the whole family on vacation, Cammie was always invited. She was a part of their family, and Nathan loved her.

The girls had been getting older though, and with that age came curiosity. Curiosity about boys. Curiosity about their own bodies. And curiosity about sex. Annie was more shy about it, but he could hear Cammie talking about it. She was blossoming into a young woman, and there was so much she didn't yet know about being a woman. He wondered how much her mother told her. He tried answering questions for her when she would ask him, but he knew she felt a little awkward about it sometimes.

That night the girls had supposedly gone to sleep, and that meant that Nathan could have some fun. His wife had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but he wanted to play. So while she was sleeping he climbed ontop of her and yanked her panties down. She woke up and tried to stop him, telling him she was tired, but he didn't care. He forced himself inside of her like a animal, pushing into her deep with his strong hand around her throat, pinning her down as he fucked her. She wined and moaned and told him he was hurting her, but he only started fucking her harder and deeper. His eyes glazed over in a haze of pleasure and lust.

He was focused on Lisa till he looked up. And when he looked up he could see the crack in the door, and just through that crack was little Cammie. Watching her as he fucked his wife, he could see the look of need and desire on her face, coupled with the look of curiosity. It drew a smirk on his lips as he made eye contact with her. But he didn't stop. No, he fucked Lisa harder, faster, making the woman cry out more. His gaze fixed on Cammie. She'd gotten so pretty over the years. She was turning into quite the young woman. And as he looked at her, he wanted her to imagine she was under him. To see what it was like to fuck a man. And what it was like to be a woman.

Pushing into his wife more and more, Nathan's climax was quickly approaching. But he never broke eye contact with Cammie. Again and again he slammed into his wife until one final thrust. He the. Held himself inside the woman as he came. Cumming so hard as he filled the woman. Deep, powerful moans left him as he released his seed. Spilling it deep inside his wife. But watching Cammie, letting her know it was really for her.

The woman complained, crying out that he was hurting her. Oh that pain must be amazing, she thought. How could she even whine about this? His hands are all over her body, grabbing her, pulling himself to her. She can feel his breath, the warmth from his bare chest, the touch of his skin, even the sweat that is glistening off his shoulders. She has it all, and the woman is acting like she is? Mad. She clearly must be mad. She could hear the force he was putting behind his thrusts. The bed creaked in an unforgiving way as it looked like his own body was bouncing off of his wife’s motionless form. It appeared she had just given into her fate. A fate that was nothing more than his thing to use for his own pleasures. Her hands were full of the sheets that she was pinned against, pounded by her husband. Cammie clung to her own breast through her sheer nightie as her other hand still massaged her swollen clit. Lips parted, her tongue ran along them, moistening them just before Nathan looked up.

Her eyes widen as she sees him. There is no doubt he’s looking at me, she thinks. He sees me. Then again, she knew Nathan always saw her. He was the one person who could. Maybe she let him. Maybe she wanted him to. Perhaps even now, maybe, just maybe she wanted him to see her watching, touching her own body, and bringing on her own orgasm. Her fingers worked furiously, and her other hand had moved to tug at her panties. She wanted them off. Somehow it made her feel closer to him. It was one less barrier between them, and as soon as that thought rang true to her, she stopped her efforts to her sex and, with both hands, pulled her cotton panties from her body discarding them beside her. Even then, she wasn’t brazen enough to spread her legs wide. Though her reasons for taking them off were beyond dirty and wrong, Cammie was still very shy. Her knees together and her feet apart, the girl sat awkwardly in the hall kneading a nipple in one hand while her finger brought her closer to the relief she so desperately sought.

She was panting harder than ever possible listening to sound of his skin smacking against skin. His eyes burning into her, she dared not look away from him. Come on Nathan. She didn’t know what she was willing him to do. So inexperienced herself, this was the most erotic thing she had ever done. Her mother was strict. Porn wasn’t allowed in the house, and Cammie didn’t even have a computer. Sure she would sneak and look at pictures or watch a few minutes of something here and there, but she was never allowed to fully submerge her body and mind within the confines of such decadent pleasures. Lisa was moaning, calling out to him, as her body had seemed to come alive once more beneath him. Nathan’s eyes still were fixed on her.

The sounds filled the room, and she threw her own head back against the wall smashing into it. Her pussy soaking wet, her hand came to rest on her soft skin. She closed her eyes for a second before the realization she wasn’t looking at Nathan struck fear in her. Would he say something? Would he come out into the hall and get her? She looked up grabbing for her panties. Never too sure of where they were, she slipped her body to her knees and began to wipe up the wet spot on the floor she had left. Cammie had never had an orgasm like that, and frankly she was embarrassed by the mess she made. Thinking she heard movement, Cammie scrambled to her feet, dropping her panties and raced down the hall on her toes. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she could see Annie still fast asleep unaware of anything. Do I tell her? What would she think? Would she say it was wrong and hate me for watching? Deciding better against it, she slipped on another pair of panties before climbing into bed. What a night. I can’t believe all this happened. Her eyes darted back over to the door. Will he come and talk to me now? No. It's the middle of the night. He woudln't do that. If he's going to say anything at all about this, he'll wait until tomorrow. Yeah. It's over. For now. What is he going to say? I know he saw me, but he won't come down that hall. No. He....he has other things to take care of right now. Yeah. He won't come down that hall. Calm down. You're okay. It's over. Just breathe. Taking deep breaths through her nose, she pulled the covers up to just under her eyes as her eyes remained fixed on the door. Her thoughts racing, she knew she had to try and get to sleep, but her thoughts wouldn't let her.

Nathan always saw Cassie. He always showed her attention when she was over. Whether he was just talking to her, asking her about her day. Or resting his hand on her waist, giving it a little squeeze as he reached over her to grab a Coke while she was looking in the fridge for a snack. He always let her know that he knew she was there. And even now, keeping the eyecontact with her, he saw her. He wanted her to know that he saw her. That he wanted her there to see him.

Nathan's hands gripped Lisa harder, forcing her down into the bed more, smushing her face into the matress. The woman's screams muffled by the bed. His other hand gripping her waist, pulling her into every powerful thrust. The man in complete control of his wife. Fucking her like she was his property. All the while his attention on Cassie. Showing her what a man looked like.

He watched as she removed her panties for him. As if symbolically giving herself to him. He knew what she wanted. Knew she wanted to be there, with him, under him. Him deep inside of her. Her body completely his. Those panties a piece of her that was just for him.

He watched as Cassie was hitting her climax. His own hitting him at the same time. Pushing deep into his wife he filled her with his seed. Pouring every drop into that pussy he could. His moans filling the room, but only for Cassie. It was all for her now. His wife a vessel for the young girl. An empty shell.

When he finished with his wife he found Cassie gone. His wife laid on the bed like a used up piece of meat. She couldn't move. Her body limp as she panted like a dog. Nathan climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean off a little bit. As he left the bathroom he pulled on a pair of underwear before heading to the door. "I'm going to check on the girls. I think I heard something." He said as he left his wife and moved to the hallway. He closed the door before looking down and finding the dirty pair of panties on the floor. Smiling wide, Nathan leaned down and lifted them up to his face. Taking a deep breath of the soaked fabric, he slowly made his way to his daughter's room and quietly opened the door.

Stepping into the room Nathan was careful not to wake his daughter as he closed the door. He could see Cassie laying on the guest bed and he smiled as he approached her. The large man loomed over her. His shadow engulfing the girl's petite frame as he looked down at her, seeing her try to sleep. Carefully he knelt over her, bending over as he grazed his fingertips over her cheek and brushed the hair from her face. Then as he leaned over her he whispered into her ear. "Good girl..." He said as he reached his other hand down and started to pull down his boxer briefs in front of her, letting his long, flacid cock flop out heavily. "I'm going to lead you down the rabbit hole." He whispered deeply into her ear.

Still holding her panties he stood up, his cock danging down in front of her face as he started to stroke his dick with her wet panties. The tip of his cock just inches from her lips. She'd be able to detect the scent of sex on his cock, as well as his musk.

She heard the footsteps coming down the hall, and her heart sank. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Aware of her own breathing even, the entire room seemed to take on a chill. Forcing her hands to not shake with fear, Cassie closed her eyes in an attempt of trickery. He’ll think I’m sleeping; she tried to frantically convince herself. Maybe he’s not even coming here. A futile attempt to comfort her own my mind. Though her eyes were closed, she still faced the direction of the door. Ears perked, she listened with intent almost holding her breathing. Her knees together tightly as her body was draped under the covers and her own night gown. Swallowing hard, she steadied her body as the door knob slowly turned, and the door creaked opened. Nathan had come after all.

Her body twitched slightly at the sound of the door closing. Had he merely only opened it to check inside? Could I be that lucky she wondered. The floor creaked beneath his feet as Nathan made his way across the room to her, and her hopes were dashed in seconds. Not only had he opened the door, but now he was coming closer. She could almost sense him as he stood by the bed. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know that he had stopped. Nathan had a scent about him, his own musk, and she smelled him. She could hear him breathing. It wasn’t too labored, but he was not calm either. Still winding down from the events that she had watched transpire, Nathan now stood over her.

It was difficult not to jump from where she lay as he touched her, but Cassie wanted to keep up the façade that she was sleeping. His fingertips were rough, but his touch was gentle. Such a contrast on her soft skin as he caressed her. He was clearing the little bit of a barrier her hair provided away as he touched her seeming to explore her face. It was a face he had seen every day for as long as she could remember. What was so different, so special, about it now? The fact that he had seen those eyes, her eyes, watching him fuck his wife? It was an intimate moment, and if she was honest, she knew that on some level it had connected them in some way. Why else would he be here now in this room with her like this? His breath came close to her ear, and she peeked through nearly closed eyes. His body was a blur as he was so close to her, but his words were clear. ‘Good girl.’ Why did he say that? What did I do that was so good? Rabbit hole? What is he talking about? The rustling that she heard stopped her thoughts instantly. His musk filled her nose. He’s….pulled down his….shorts? Her breathing increased. Unable to keep her feelings, her body’s reactions in check, Cassie gripped the cover tighter. That smell. It wasn’t just him. It was..something..more. I can smell it. Her. Him. Their bodies. Their sex. All of it. She swallowed hard not wanting to further lose control in front of him. There was no way she was going to make a sound. She didn’t want to wake Annie to find her father in her bedroom with his cock out to her friend. No. That would cause far too many questions to arise. Taking in a deep breath, holding the covers firmly, she began to turn over and away from him.

Nathan knew she was awake. He could tell she was faking it. He could see her body slightly squirming nad shifting as he stood over her, watching her intently. His hand running her panties up and down the length of his shaft. Combining her soaked panties with the scent of his sex covered cock. Letting her smell him. To take him in and savor him. But as she turned around away from him he shook his head. Quickly he reached down and gripped her by the hair and turned her back to face him. Lifting her face toward him she'd feel the heavy head of his cock resting just the tip on her bottom lip.

Nathan did not force the tip of his cock into her mouth, or give her any instruction. Instead he made sure she watched him. Saw him as he rubbed her panties against his long, thick cock. He knew there was no way she'd be asleep now. She was wide awake and watching him. His large body towered over the young girl. Watching her every reaction. A pearl of precum dripped on her lip from his dick, as if giving her a little gift. He ran it against her bottom lip as if applying lipgloss. His eyes watching her the whole time. Seeing her body reacting to his actions.

His warm touch is what caused her to stir. Taylor could have remained in bed for what felt like hours more. The lack of activity the night before and the extra sleep in a warm bed with her lovers was a place she didn’t want to leave, but Jeff was hungry. Of course it was her pleasure to take care of him, and that was all the incentive she needed to get out of bed. Throwing her silk robe around her body as all she wore was a tee shirt and panties, she headed downstairs leaving him behind. She hadn’t even answered him. Instead she chose to let her actions be her answer.

The sheer strength of how he pulled her hair with his fingers laced through her hair jolted her eyes wide open as she looked up at him. Her first thought, her initial reaction was to scream, but she stifled it, holding it in, and she was glad for her restraint. The tip of cock rested on her lip before she could even comprehend what was happening. If she dared open her mouth, she shuddered at the thought of what might happen. At first.

Nathan stood over her, a beast looming in size and power compared to her, almost stroking his cock with her panties. She could see the fabric as he rubbed it along his length. Her breathing steadied as she took in the sight before her. Even the hold he had on her hair seemed to fade into one of pleasure. She watched him with curiosity. Why was he doing this? What is he getting out of rubbing his cock with my cum soaked panties? Does this arouse him? The moisture she felt on her lip as he pivoted his body allowing his cock to brush the substance on her lip quickly answered that question. He was very aroused. Is he teasing me? Do I open my mouth? I’ve never tasted a cock before. Cassie had given a couple of hand jobs to the little boys at her school before. A girl her age curious about sex and wanting to explore, to feel, was bound to do such things. Tasting a cock, feeling one deep inside her was something she had not yet done, and yet here was this grown man touching her mouth with his. Does he want me to suck it, to taste him? Her eyes locked to him, she started to open her mouth.

Nathan smiled as she opened her moth for him. Such a willing participant. His eyes hungry as he watched her. Seeing the young girl consumed by lust and curiosity. He smiled down at her approvingly and slowly ran just the very tip of his dick against her tongue. Just giving her a little taste. But not too much. Soon he was pulling his cock away and putting it back in his pants.

Slowly he leaned down and kissed her cheek before whispering into her ear. "Good girl. Sleep tight." He said before placing her panties down on the bed. The fabric now smelling like his musky cock. And then he disappeared back into the night. Leaving the young girl alone with her thoughts.

He brushed the tip of his cock against her lips and tongue, and Cassie swallowed tasting him. It was faint. The taste, the smell, it just began to reach her when he pulled away. A sense of shock washed over her as he leaned down and kissed her check. She was able to see her panties as he turned and walked away leaving her in the dark room with just the sound of her best friend’s breathing as she slept. Why did he do that? Did I do something wrong? Am I not good enough? Did he not like it? It wasn’t the fact that she was having these doubts, these questions run through her mind that bothered her so. It was the content of the doubts and questions that bothered her. The severity, the weight, of the situation was giving way to her own insecurities. Cassie began to lose the battle with sleep, and soon she was resting peacefully.

The next morning she awoke and began to look for her panties. They had fallen off the bed in the night and were now under it. She dropped down to her knees and pulled them out. Tossing them in the hamper, she quickly put on a clean pair and slowly made her way towards the kitchen. She could hear her friend and her parent’s in there. It all sounded so normal. The conversation, the joking, the laughing, it was a typical family around the table. Swallowing hard she made her way inside almost afraid to look around. Her eyes remained on the floor as Annie’s mom asked her if she wanted any breakfast. She nodded taking a seat, and the woman put a plate of food in front of her. She didn’t dare, at first, to look up as she started to eat. Gradually her confidence level rose, and Cassie looked up at Nathan.