Taken by two men who've been watching me for a long time

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I was standing stretching at the window in the morning, when I thought I saw a glint from one of the windows in the house opposite. I squinted. Was that a man with a binoculars? Was there another man with him? Perhaps they realised I was looking, because they suddenly disappeared.

What the hell? People spying on me? I could not tolerate this.

I was about to tell my boyfriend Steve but he was fast asleep, and would probably not do too much about it anyway. Nonetheless, I was going to have words with those opposite. I flung on some clothes, then marched out and across the road to the house.

I knocked loudly at the door but there was no answer. I tried it and found it was unlocked, so I just walked right in. I wasn’t going to let them avoid me. I strode right through into the living room...and stopped.

I was looking at myself-multiple versions of myself. There were pictures of me all over the wall.

There were naked pictures of me, there were close ups of my breasts, there were ones of me in the toilet with my legs spread and taking a piss, there were pictures of me cooking breakfast naked in the kitchen which I sometimes did, and there was one-oh god that was so embarrassing-of me using the vibrator.

And there were multiple pictures of Steve and I in the act. Me down on my knees with his cock in my mouth and my cheek bulging, me on all fours with him fucking me from behind, and there was a close-up of my face when I was in the throes of ecstasy. Was that what my come face looked like?

Over by the window, there was a telescope set up, and it was pointed right toward our house opposite. A pair of binoculars was also on the windowsill.

From what I could see, some of those pictures must have been taken at least a year ago, and they were taken all over our house. They must have had spy cameras planted all over, snapping me in my most private of times.

I was shocked, I had never felt so violated in my life. How dare they do this?

“Like what you see?”

I spun round. There were two guys now in the room, one tall, one a bit shorter. Both of them were leering at me.

“What…how…”, I struggled to find the words.

“Does it make you feel special to see there’s a shrine dedicated to you?”

“We’ve both been watching you for a long time. We got a glimpse of you in the street one day and thought you were one seriously hot piece of ass. So we set up shop across from you. We snuck into your house one night when you were away and put cameras all over the place-we didn’t want to miss anything.”

“You…you fucking creeps!”

“Yep. We are a pair of creepy bastards alright. We’ve been watching you in the bedroom, watching you in the bathroom, we’ve been watching your boyfriend stick it to you, oh there pretty much isn’t anything we haven’t seen.”

“I’m going to call the police.”

“No I don’t think you are.” The tall guy then shut the door behind him. “I think what you should do is give us that pussy we’ve been spying on for the best part of a year.” Both men then began to approach me.

“You’ve been giving that pussy to your boyfriend but not us? How fair is that? We just have to watch and jerk off instead of experiencing how hot and wet and tight your cunt is for ourselves.”