Stalk Her

When she begins to turn a shade of purple I release her, allowing her to drop to her knees and suck at the air to fill her lungs.

“You bastard,” she sniffles. She has no fucking idea.

“Run, little bird,” I warn her, flicking the switch to the shutters on the windows, turning our inside world dark.

Slipping out of the room, I locate my headpiece which allows me to see in the dark.

Shredding myself of my shirt, I loosen the zipper of my slacks.

“Erik, I don’t want to play,” she calls out, her voice croaky and trembling.

She needs to know she doesn’t set the rules.

She doesn’t play the game. I do, and she’s just the mouse on the board.

“Erik,” she screams out and my pulse jumps, exhilarated at the authentic horror in her cry.

The night vision goggles allow me to see everything, and it’s not long before I locate her, feeling along the wall for a light switch.

Creeping up behind her I whisper, “Boo!” in her ear, taking her by the arm and dragging her into the center of the room.

Her alarmed little squeal delights the hunter in me.

“Do you want to run?” I ask her, circling her.

“No,” she trembles, her entire frame rattling like she’s made of glass.

“Then take off your dress,” I order, licking my lips.

Meek movements take far too long to accomplish the demand, so I reach out, taking the fabric in my hands, tearing it down the middle.

Strips of material fall to the floor exposing her heavy tits, tapered waist and creamy thighs.

Her pussy is hidden behind black silk panties. Dropping to my knees I kiss her there.

She gasps and then moans, pushing her hands through my thick hair.

Yanking her panties down her legs, she steps out of them almost desperately.

Lifting her leg, I rest her foot on my shoulder and inhale her arousal.

She may have been scared, but she likes to feel that way. Her cunt is soaked, giving me her tell.

“Kiss me there, Erik, please,” she begs, and I grin, brushing my lips over hers then swiping out my tongue to taste her.

Leaning her hips forward she tries to writhe on my face, but this is a lesson not for her pleasure, but for mine.

Pushing her leg down she groans at the loss of my lips on her pussy.

“Erik?” she whimpers.

Getting to my feet I pull my cock from my slacks then push her shoulders down.

She gets to her knees and feels out for me, needy and willing.

Gripping a handful of her hair, I tip her head back so I can see her face as I push my fat cock past her lips into the warmth of her mouth.

Hungrily, she accepts me inside, lapping and sucking me like an ice pop.

Fucking her face, I relish her gags and the streaming of her eyes illuminated by the headset I’m wearing.

I push her head deeper down my shaft, touching the back of her throat and making her retch.

She’s fucking good at this shit, and before I can stop it, heat expands across my lower back, and euphoria takes over my body.

My cock pulses and my balls draw in tight as I pull her head back and come on her face, the creamy ribbons painting her skin.

A racket sounds in the corridor and then blinding light nearly fucking kills my eyesight when a light is flicked on.

Barking a, “Fuck,” I push the goggles from my head. They clatter to the floor, bouncing over the tiles.

“Oh my God,” a high-pitched voice cries.

When my vision comes back to me I see Maggie standing there wearing an all black outfit including a black veil over her face holding a hand to her chest. What the fuck? I forgot she still had a key.

Using the tatters of her dress, Alice cleans her face and uses the fabric to cover her naked form.

“Erik?” Maggie sobs. “Alice?” she then adds, and I falter. What the fuck?

Alice gets to her feet now and won’t look at Maggie.

“How the fuck do you know Alice?” I snap, putting my cock away and zipping up my slacks.

“She’s my cousin’s whore step sister,” she screams, going on a tirade.

“You little skank, did you seek him out on purpose? Is it because you know he’s rich? I can’t believe I showed up to your mother’s wake and you couldn’t even stick around to mourn her.”

My eyes cut to Alice, and it’s there, written all over her fucking face! This wasn’t instant connection, this wasn’t me finding her, she fucking found me.

“How?” I ask, confused. She wrote to Ebony, not me. “Ebony?” I breathe, waiting for her to fucking answer.

“You devious little wench. I told Asher about Anonymous and Ebony helping people. You’re always eavesdropping.”

“I didn’t expect to find you,” Alice finally speaks up, looking at me with pleading eyes.

“I should rip your hair out,” Maggie scolds, throwing her purse to the floor.