The Stake-Out (MF)(Voyeur)(Cum)

After fourteen days, the interior of the cargo van started to feel like a coffin. Stake-outs were normally insufferable but this one was particularly bad.

For starters, we were parked off Park Avenue on an upscale Manhattan street. The nearest coffee shop or bodega was an avenue west or 13 streets south. This made pissing more than an inconvenience. My male counterparts had it easy. I can’t count the number of times I found a piss-filled Gatorade bottle left in the van at change over.

The second thing that made this particular assignment insufferable was the arrogant son of a bitch we had as a mark, Sean Fleming. He was under surveillance for his suspected involvement in an art theft/forging ring. We believed he served as the group’s honeypot. He would seduce NY’s waspy housewives to locate targets and secure access for the rip crew.

He was just over 6ft tall and had the body of an Ivy League rower. He was traditionally handsome; a few loose curls above his right eyebrow routinely rebelled against his otherwise polished appearance.

The assignment was a joke. Despite our LT’s best intentions, we were made on the first day. Nonetheless, we had to sit on the townhouse until the special tactics team could conceal microphones in the dwelling.

Sean was undoubtedly aware of my presence. Several times he egged me on at the coffee shop. If he had a role more threatening than the harmless honeypot, we would have had to put an immediate end to the tasking.

This wasn’t the worst of Sean’s antagonizing. Every evening since the first day he and I met, he would have a lover over. His bedroom was located on the elevated first floor. A large bay window faced the street.

Every evening a new girl would arrive. Without fail, Sean fucked them in the most animalistic ways possible. He demonstrated an extensive lineup of positions, but always finished facing the window in doggy; knowing I was obligated to watch.

After two weeks, Sean’s torment began to wear on me. These women submitted themselves to his control and he appeared to give them the best sex of their lives.

On the first night of the third week, my partner Joe asked me to cover for him while he stepped out to run an errand. It was against protocol to leave one detective in the van, but it was Monday and Joe’s mistress was in town. This had become a weekly occurrence and Joe appreciated my discretion.

Joe was usually gone for an hour and a half, because he had to head up to the Marriott on 54th street. I waited a good five minutes after he turned the left on Park before I put the camera down. I pulled my straight brunette hair into a pony tail and opened the van’s rear door.

I walked to the townhouse and up the flight of stairs. I knocked heavily on the wooden door. Sean answered shirtless in a pair of navy slacks. “Call off your hussy”, I demanded.

Joe pulled out his phone, sent a quick text and replied “Done.” I lunged forward reaching up to grab him behind the neck with my hand on his jaw. I kicked the door closed and locked lips with the mark.

We kissed passionately as Joe tore at my blouse. I heard a button snap to floor and before long Joe’s mouth was buried in my exposed cleavage. I kicked off my shoes. Joe pushed me down on the bed and pulled at my pants as I hurriedly undid the bulky belt.

He pulled my pants off my legs and let them fall to the floor. I heard my handgun thud on the ground and for the first time, I questioned just how insane this act was. Before my better judgment could prevail, Joe forcefully pulled me closer to him. He fell to his knees and pulled off my panties.

My back on the bed, I had one foot planted on the floor and the other leg draped over Seans shoulder. He alternated between licking my clit and fingering my g-spot. I ran my fingers through his combed hair and absolutely hated Sean for his skill.

After several minutes of this warm up, Sean brought me to my knees in front of the bed; my back against the box spring. “Where are your handcuffs?” He interrogated.

“In the pouch, back of my belt.” I quickly replied. Again thinking, “what the fuck am I doing.”

Sean found the small black pouch and pulled out my steel cuffs. I instinctively placed my hands behind my back and waited for Sean to secure me. He latched the second cuff and I bit at the bulge in his slacks. “God I wish I unzipped him” I thought to myself.

Not to worry, Sean eagerly unzipped himself without removing his belt or dropping his slacks. His hard 8in cock had no trouble protruding from his fly. His penis was well shaped. His head was full to the point of bursting.

I lunged forward to tease the base of Sean’s shaft. The weight of his girth slapped against my cheekbone. I ran my tongue up to Sean’s head and worked his cock into my mouth. Sean politely allowed me to warm up. If one were to peer in from the street, the would have seen my brunette ponytail bobbing as Sean held his hands behind his head.

After I had worked into a good rhythm, Sean sensed that I was acclimated to the presence of his cock in my throat. He moved his hands from his head to mine, gripping the base of my pony tail. Reclaiming control, Sean began feeding his cock down my throat. I gagged slightly. He retreated an inch before pushing further than before. He did this several times until my lips were at the base of his shaft. My throat bulged.

Having passed the test, Sean withdrew his cock from my mouth. I took a deep breath before rubbing my cheek against his now dripping shaft. Sean reinserted himself and used the support of the boxspring to fuck my face. Between the bed at my back and his grip on my ponytail, I was entirely dominated. I welcomed this onslaught and pushed deeper when I could.

After an intense minute or two, Sean released his grip but left his cock filling my mouth. With my hands still cuffed behind me, I took a breath through my nose before fucking my own mouth to Sean’s amusement. This proved too much for him. He pulled out and forcefully shot a thick load onto my face. Sean pressed his pulsing head against my cum covered lips giving me the opportunity to suck up the last ounce of cum.

Sean left the cum on my face as he uncuffed my wrists. I stood up and faced the window so he could better manipulate the lock. Once my hands were free, I shook out my arms and grabbed the nearest fabric to wipe the cum from my face. Before I could do so, Sean pushed my back down to bed. He dropped his slacks to the floor. I placed my elbows on the mattress and arched my back to the sound of his belt hitting the hardwood.

I let out a deep moan as he entered me from behind. Sean placed his hands on my waist and forcibly thrusted against my bubble butt. My toned ass slapped against his pelvis as I continued to moan in pleasure.

Sean picked up the pace of his thrusts. Staring out at the street, I saw Joe walking up the dark sidewalk towards the van. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” I repeated, waiting until the last possible second before breaking off.

Sean saw what I saw. Before I could pull away, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my back up from the bed. Sean wrapped his arm around my collar bone and continued to fuck me from behind. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my torso remained completely exposed to the street. As the van door closed, I let out a final “Fucccckkkkk” and shuddered with orgasmic wonder.

Snapping back to my senses, I quickly skirted forward and closed the curtains. I turned to Sean and grinned “You devil.”

I walked up to the bastard and bit his lip. I spun him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. I grabbed my cuffs from the floor and secured Sean’s hands around the radiator. For thirty more minutes I hate fucked the ever living shit out of him.

After I had achieved my third or fourth orgasm, I gathered my things and composed myself. I exited out the alley door and returned to the van. I climbed inside and said “curious, he closed his blinds tonight.”

Joe handed me an audio-headset and smirked. “You are going to want to delete this.”

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