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Even with the creepy new stalking angle to her situation, she was still unable to stop having fantasies about him. She had just finished having a nice hard orgasm one day when she heard a knock at the door. She composed herself since she wasn’t expecting company, and went to answer the door, hoping that it wasn’t a Jehovah’s Witness, or someone else trying to sell her immortality everlasting. When she opened the door, she stopped breathing altogether, it was him. He was standing at her door and she didn’t have any words for him. He might have looked funny standing there smiling at her too but it didn’t seem like he cared. He didn’t say a word to her, he simply walked inside, confident that she would have invited him in with no problem.
She says, “Excuse me, can I help you? I thought you didn’t know where I lived.” He stayed silent, walking around looking at pictures, checking out the place from the inside for the first time.
He didn’t say much until, “We didn’t get a chance to finish our conversation the other day.” He already knew how freaky she was, as well as how desperate for a good lay. He could see it when her curtain was open and hear her when she got to talking dirty because she would get louder the more excited she got. He moved closer after he says, “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by like this, but something about you intrigues me, so I wanted to learn more about you.”
“Well, here’s the number one thing that you need to know about me.” she held up her left hand, showing him the diamond her husband had gotten for her, before she said. “I’m married.”
“That’s okay” he says, reaching for her hand making her suddenly lose her courage again. She tried pulling away from him but he yanked her closer, “I can tell you need a real man and I have just that for you. I don’t think your husband gives you what you need, but I can guarantee you that I can.” She felt a wave of excitement stirring up in her but she realized that this was real; this wasn’t a fantasy that she could just end at any time. That part frightened her a bit. He leaned in for a light kiss and she pulled back, saying, “Look, you need to leave, right now!” He comes towards her again and this time she slapped his face. He just smiled and held her hands in front of her, making it hard for her to move much at all. She tried coming in for his groin with her knee, but he knocked it aside with his own, using the momentum to swing her around. This way, she would be facing the same way he was and he could pull her closer with worrying about her hitting him.
She tells him that she doesn’t want to do anything with him, but he is relentless and starts rubbing her body and breathing in her ear. He could hear her breathing getting heavier; he knew she was stuck between ecstasy and fear right now. She told him as seriously as she could manage that her husband would be home soon. She knew that she sounded like she was lying; there was a hint of panic in her voice. She couldn’t get much more than that out, before he laughed and started sucking on her neck. At least he was nice enough not to leave marks on her. When she felt the soft warm sucking on her neck, she softened her body which had become almost stiff like it was in rigor mortis.
She was finding it hard to want to fight him off as he was being surprisingly soft and rough with her, somehow at the same time. He still wasn’t letting her move her arms no matter how much she fought. It was nice for her, being controlled like this. She hadn’t known that was something that she would like, but it was turning out to be just that. When he could feel she was melting into this, like he had suspected she would, he began sliding his hand inside her waistband so that he could rub her with his fingers, still kissing her neck. She almost decided right then and there to let his finger slide in but then realized what was happening.
He was focused on trying to finger her and with a sharp pull; she gets her arms loose, slapping at him again, making him stumble backwards as she screamed at him to get out again. She had to use all of her energy to get him to leave but he didn’t put up a fight this time. This was obviously some kind of game to him, but he relented and left her place, walking out the front door calmly as if he were invited there in the first place. She could feel herself shivering uncontrollably when he finally left. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so afraid, or if she was just more excited than she had ever been before.
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