My Stalker

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He prided himself in his writing. And write he did, stories of face sitting fantasies. Known throughout the world for satisfying the many pleasures of many many men and women. But he had a fan. An amazing dark haired beauty.. Herself famous, who finally cracked one day under her own pressures. And when that wonderful writer came home he found himself held at gunpoint, bound, and raped to death by a woman who couldn't help it. But to put her story writer's head between her legs, and smother him. A story of murder..

"It's not at all what you say it is you know.. Your stories." She said while in quiet.. muffling screw. Teers rolling from her eyes. "The hymen? You always talk about the penis. Well I'm going to show you! I'm going to show you.."

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It was more than just her contact. It was everything. The author wrapped tightly in her sheets, her bottom wrapped tightly around his head. His view: total darkness. Total suffocation. And who she was.. the amazing thing that she was doing to this man. How much the media would want to know it. Tucked away in this private hideaway. Laying on her belly, her hands free, her shoulders free, her hips holding her prisoner captive, masturbating on him, in his mouth and nose. Squeezing him tight. Wrapping tight like sarane wrap her blankets around her lower body. Around him.. Making him sweat. Making him squeel and beg. And her naked nipples.. stroking the matress. This famous innocent name of a woman doing this.. it was so hot. So sexy..

The hymen wasn't at all like the penis, she thought. You don't penetrate like you do in your stories. You cover.. you succomb.. you make the head explode..

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Hours went by like days for him.. and she endured every minute of it. Every movement.. every whimper. She even pretended the camera was there.. like some weird documentary:

"It takes about two hours.. The lungs are too strong, but after two hours they get weak. And you can feed him just barely enough oxygen for him to survive. Like he were in the womb.. Like he were a part of you. Oh, my beautiful author.. I'll never let you go.. Never."

Underneath it was hotter than hell, and wetter than underwater. The sweat poured from his brow. The spit coagulated between their contact.. mixing into a thick slime that she seemed to fuck like a penis. Forcing it down his throat.. Up his nose. The darkness spun like he were in the trunk of a car.. moving. And he couldn't help but to be turned on. Even with all his energy gone, his sexual satisfaction stole as much life as it could away. Selfishly.. unbarably..

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Her alter ego walked into the room: "You finally did it, huh?" "Yes." "What are you going to do with the body?" "I don't know yet." She stared at her laying in her bed, her head pressed tight against her pillow. Drool dripping down the side of her mouth. "You can't just kill him, you know. You're going to have to think it thru." "Now? You want me to think it thru now?" "You're enjoying yourself aren't you." "Oh.." And she closed her eyes, bulging two mountains from the sheets, then raking them in, in a long slow screw. "Yes.." "What's he doing? What's he thinking?" "He's begging. He's whimpering.. My God it's so sexy." "You're masturbating." "Yes! I'm masturbating with him!" "You're crazy." "Yes.."

[cushion4u]

headpop wonderfull story you need to go on with stalker continue the story was excellent

[Canadian Mike]

Man that is hot...keep going...keep going.

CM

[Paulsr7]

That is so totally hot! Wish it could go on and on. Thank you very much for sharing it.