Patron Story - The Voyeur's Diary (Patreon)

It was a fairly uneventful Wednesday evening as the pangolin woman strolled down the halls of the top floor of the apartment complex she owned. Sweatpants and a hoodie adorned her form, a far cry from when she was a few years younger. On a Wednesday night she’d be at the latest party mingling with the elite. She’d be wearing designer clothes and the most amazing heels, champagne would flow like water and there would never be an end to those fawning over her for attention. She still went to parties, still got her hair done, still enjoyed being pampered with mani-pedis, but she was more frugal. It was almost like the moment she hit thirty the calls stopped coming in like they used to. She had prepared for this eventuality of course but never in her life did she believe it was to happen to her.

Twenty-seven year old Miyako couldn’t have imagined that on any given night she’d be walking down the hallway carrying a load of laundry. She owned the apartment complex, over a hundred apartments filled with amenities and access to the local nightlife, she wasn’t doing bad for herself at all. Not like some of the other models she worked with, she had invested her money in property, real estate, instead of surgery to try and stretch out her youth another couple of years. It paid off, she had a place to live and every month her bank account was filled. It wasn’t glamorous or exciting, but in twelve years she would have the complex paid off free and clear.. and then maybe she’d buy a house. In truth she needed to do something. Maybe open up a storefront or something or go to a community college. Since she was eighteen and up to a few years ago life was a whirlwind of fantasy. A blur of parties, posing, workouts, vapid dating, and almost endless sex. Now… for the past year or so she had simply relaxed. 

It was almost like she was rediscovering herself even. Without the hustle of expectations upon her she had begun to try things that she didn’t even know she might like. Video games were once the thing she teased nerdy boys about, pimply boys who stayed holed up with chips and soda in some fake existence… well she had gotten her hands on a copy of Dragon Quest VIII on an old Playstation 2 from her older brother. She shamefully had holed herself up in her house for days subsisting on nothing but delivery, sodas, and other salty snacks that she had deprived herself of for over thirteen years! Her indulgence had taken its toll when combined with her newfound freedom from daily yoga and various fad-exercise routines leaving her with a slightly pudgy belly. 

But for now she was content with her three bedroom luxury apartment that sat atop of the building and oversaw the downstairs pool, and of course had access to the upstairs rooftop pool sauna suite. ..Even if right now she was having issues with her dryer and had to use the local laundromat until her handyman could come replace it with a new one. It was on this particularly unassuming stroll down the hall while pondering some of her old clothes and the banality of her past few years as a retired model that she caught the sounds of something that made her think an argument was going on a few doors down the hall. 

Carefully Miyako followed the trail of sounds with her heart pounding against her chest knowing that such melodies were not of pure vocalizations. As she came closer she recognized the doorway, the customized labeled number of the apartment that the current tenant had installed. She also recognized the voice, heavenly angelic moans as smooth as silk tickled Miyako’s senses as she peeked slightly towards the open door. She instantly recognized the form of one of her tenants bent forwards upon a luxury designer sofa. It took her a minute to fully breathe in the scene before her as Miyako’s jaw gaped slightly and a sharp gasp of air passed along her lips.

Soseiki was a tenant in her apartment and one of her neighbors as well in the top floor of the most luxurious suites that her complex had to offer. Soseiki was the height of class, a model that had seemingly conquered the front of magazines with her stunning looks and hypnotic sway. Miyako had so many times felt a twinge of jealousy when they mentioned anecdotes about a weekend and how Soseiki had taken a trip to Paris for some ‘little event’. That perfect gazelle that had always emanated a form of classy elegance beyond anything most women might aspire to was now before Miyako’s eyes on all fours moaning while a cock drove firmly into her pussy. 

The pangolin’s eyes shamelessly drank in every detail of the scene, the way Soseiki’s feet were slightly lifted upwards at an angle to her knees, the way she glanced back at her nameless mousie lover, the rapacious moans she made as every powerful driving thrust of mousiecock hilted inside. Miyako’s silence was only broken by the slight puffs of air she allowed herself as her cock started to firm against her increasingly tightening sweatpants. Her length bulging against the seam as she swallowed hard down her throat and began to push a hand up underneath her sweater while the other hand drifted lower towards her throbbing pangocock. 

Shameless as she was to be watching this lurid scene, Miyako couldn’t help but wonder who this mousie was. Soseiki had recently been photographed with a strapping tall beau, a horse with a curved full head of luscious hair and a charming smile, how was it to be that now Soseiki was with another suitor. Of course a woman had the right to change her mind, but the salacious gossip was enticing to Miyako as her fingertips stroked along her cock. She swallowed hard as her hand that teased along her shaft began to follow the rhythmic tune of fat mousiecock squelching inside a plump thick gazelle cunt. 

“Nnhh yeah.. just like that.. right there!” The gazelle called out as her fingertips gripped into the sofa, Miyako breathing deeper as she answered Soseiki’s moans inside her mind. The mousegirl’s grip seemed more gentle than she would have, her pangolin claws would have gripped Soseiki’s thighs and held onto her until the gazella cried out in gurgled ecstasy. That’s right, that’s exactly what Miyako would do! 

..if she were the one fucking Soseiki.

If she were the one fucking her neighbor.

If she were the one fucking her tenant.

Her hand beat back and forth against her shaft while the other teased against her breast, the laundry lay forgotten in the basket nearby the doorway as her eyes fixated upon the scene. This voyeuristic glimpse into the sultry life of the pristine Soseiki was a lurid delight. It was something Miyako knew, a treat for her memories and senses as she squeezed upon her length while clenching her teeth watching the idol of a woman become debased in her pleasured moans. “Dddon.. Don’t pull out!” Soseiki groaned with her mouth fully agape as the mousie studgirl gripped at the back of her royal blue locks.

The tension building was turning the corner, Miyako could feel her body quivering with excitement trying to stave off orgasm until the very end and knowing that her mature figure might succumb to her disgraceful pleasures. “Do it.. Do it.. inside me!” Soseiki cried out and the mousegirl let out the most adorable squeal as she clenched her hand in those sapphire locks and leaned forwards, the heat of her cock hilting inside and the thick scent of cum filled Miyako’s nostrils even from that distance! The pungent flavor of potent sperm filled the living room with a sexual miasma and the slightest whiff brought Miyako’s eyes wide.

To her dismay Miyako’s self control which had already faltered dipped lower and with clenched teeth she tried to control her spurting cock that unloaded a heated streak of cum from her tip. The heavy spunkload splattered against the doorway like a dribbling of nectars. Yet the voyeur had less than a moment to collect herself, the pair that was unaware of her presence were stirring against one another murmuring their pleasured tones and for all that Miyako wished to be privy to such conversation in the mousegirl’s stead she knew that it was only a matter of moments before they’d notice an open door when the hallway lights and hues would bleed through into the pristine white luxury apartment suite. 

It was a form of torture that Miyako had subjected herself to and it was once she didn’t realize would burden her so as she quickly swept the laundry basket into her hands as her soggy cum drained cock flopped back and forth against her thighs underneath her sweatpants. In that moment she had felt renewed energy and vigor with almost a pained clawing against her desires, knowing that Soseiki had her pick of any manner of suitors would make the competition for her affections an impossible hurdle for Miyako to climb. 

But the thought of relishing in the affections and attentions of another gave Miyako a twinge of excitement. Maybe she knew where she wanted to direct her energies going forwards..