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UPDATE 17
The Stalker
Trisha rushes to the window to check. I urged her to stay, but she did not listen.
I come after her. She is leaning against the wall, peeking through the curtain staying hidden.
My hands clasp around her naked body, and my breath tickles the back of her neck. I press my body against hers, both of us shaking from the thrill of the stolen moment.
"It's just the wind," I whisper.
The woman in my arms shakes her head.
"No, I heard something. I think it's him," she shares her suspicions in a hushed tone, her voice laced with fear.
"Who? I am your Stalker." I chuckle, kissing her spine.
Trisha groans, "Not you, My husband. Arun ."
I can feel her trying to pull away, but my body presses her firmly against the wall. I stroke her hair, trying to soothe her, my voice low and calming.
"Nobody knows we're here," I say softly, my lips brushing against her ear. "We're safe."
She stops struggling, her body softening against mine as my words register in her mind. She takes a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing.
I take this opportunity to trace my hands down her body, kneading her curves and haunches as I go. I can feel her quickening breaths, her body responding to my touch.
"See,' I murmur, my voice a low growl, "No need to be scared."
She lets out a quiet moan as I turn her around, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I press her against the wall, desire rising in my chest as I gaze into her deep, lovely eyes.
Her eyes fluttered shut as my hands grazed her skin, her lips parted in pleasure. I lean in to kiss her, our tongues wrestling as the passion between us intensifies.
The sound of a rustling branch outside the window distracts us momentarily.
"You should go," she hurries me and turn around to investigate the sound again.
I am very certain it is just mother nature doing her things outside.
"Just a bit longer," I plead, my lips gliding along her shoulder," Let's not waste this moment worrying about the outside world. We can make all our worries fade away for now. It is just the wind, Beautiful."
Trisha's expression turns sour. "That's not true. Arun is here," she insists. "I just don't want him to find out about us. He can't know about this. Go, please.''
Now she is getting on my nerves. I have been patient with her.
*Yeah, right!!! No sound of your creeky maingate.No shouting of your name.No, knocking on your main door. Your husband magically just decides to enter your house like a thief and spy on you. Gimme a break !!! You just want to get rid of me* I think in my mind but don't say my thoughts out loud.
The married woman stands before the window, her husband nowhere in sight. I casually wrap my hand around her waist and pull her back against my firm body, a cocky smirk on my face.
I position myself and aim for the right spot.
Just before I make my move, I whisper into her ear, "You know what I'm going to do?"
I attack her soundlessly before she can turn around or give any response.
My hips thrust forward, and the tip of my cock brushes against her wet pussy. With barely even a pause, I begin to move the tip in slow, teasing circles around her slit, coating my cockhead with the juices from her vulva.
She gasps, and he feels her body tense with pleasure. She does not stop me. She stops breathing, one hand reaching up to press against the window, waiting for what I will do next.
Slowly, I slide the head of my cock between her legs, pressing against her slick, wet entrance. She gasps, her head dropping back onto my shoulder.
"Ahhhh...."She let out a shrill cry of carnal joy.
She shivers in response, and I take this as my cue, pushing the tip of my cock teasingly against her wet pussy. I can feel her quivering beneath me, and I lean in, my lips close to her ear.
I circle my hips and press the thick head of my cock into her wet pussy. She's tight, like a velvet glove around me.
Just as I thought, no Husband. She made it up; otherwise, she wouldn't be letting me do this in front of the window.
I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? This is just the tip. Can you imagine how amazing it could be if I pushed in further?"
"Ohhh," she moans, her body shaking against mine.
"Let's play a little," I suggest, and I retrieve my cockhead only to thrust it again inside her dripping slit. Just my bulbous cockhead, nothing more.
My hands move up, and I gently massage her nipples. I know it's getting her hot. I move my hips slowly and let the tip of my cockhead tease the entrance of her pussy for a few seconds before retreating.
She shivers, her breath coming ragged.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to put it all the way in." I whisper in her ear.
I continue this tantalizing game of tease and pleasure, with my cock grinding against her clitoris, then hovering at the entrance of her pussy before pushing in again. With each push and pull of the head of my cock, I can feel her body shaking more and more.
"Oh my God" she says shakily, her voice full of pleasure.
"Ahhh,' I groan, rocking my hips against hers. She moans, pushing her hips back to meet me. I don't give her what she wants. I tease her, rocking back and forth, pushing my cockhead inside her quivering drenched slit slowly and then pulling out.
I can feel her arousal building up, and I can sense her desperation to be filled with me. For now, though, I continue my teasing, pushing in a tiny bit deeper each time and holding in the same spot until she can't resist the pleasure anymore.
"Ohhh, This is too much teasing..mmmphh" she moans, her body shaking against mine.
"Just a little more," I whisper teasingly, pushing deeper in before pulling back again.
I know I'm driving her crazy, and I can feel her ready to burst. But I want to keep her on the edge.
"Now tell me, Beautiful. Was there ever any suspecting husband lurking in the bush, or you just made it up?" I enquire, pinching her nipples.
She holds onto the window, her knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself from confessing while she desperately wiggles her ass to get the full length of my cock. Her lips pressed together; her face crunched in arousal.
"Do you like the way I'm teasing you? Do you want more?" I rub my dick on her pulsating clit.
She responds only with a moan of pleasure, and I smirk while allowing my cockhead in her weeping core again. I keep the tip of my cock inside her, but I don't go any deeper. I move in small circles, the sensation so tantalizing that she gasps with pleasure.
I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear, "If you want more, then answer me truthfully, beautiful. Did you make that excuse of husband?" I pull out.
Next second I lightly slip the tip of my cock inside her wet pussy, teasing her with my engorged head. She gasps slightly, biting her lip to stifle her moan. I laugh as I nuzzle into her neck, feeling the pounding of her heart against my chest. Then I withdraw my cockhead again.
She bleats,"Yes, yes, I made it up...I am sorrryy..alright."
I start to move my hips ever so slightly, penetrating her gasping womanhood with just my cockhead.
I whisper, "Does that feel good?". She shakes her head affirmatively; her eyes closed in pleasure, head drooped on my shoulder.
"Why you made it up?"I ask and withdraw.
She bites her lip and doesn't answer.
I use my cockhead as a truthseeker ,pushing against her contracting walls, my hardness taking her closer to the edge. My voice low and husky, I say, "We can play this game as long as we want beautiful, but why suffer?"
She lets out a deep sigh in response, her body starting to quiver with pleasure. I pull out and slide back in, teasing her in a slow and steady fashion.
I can feel her entire body trembling as I penetrate her. I lean in close to her ear and murmur, "It feels so good just teasing you like this. Do you want more?"
"Yes, pleaseeeee"She wheezes.
"Then answer."I keep my cockhead in her clenching slit and ever so gently roll it inside,"Mmmm look at how this naughty pussy is biting me."
"Cause you were not going to leave tonight...oh god, please let me have it", She sobs in desperation.
I grab her hips in my hands, pinning her against me. I maintain my steady rhythm, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her with each stroke and denying her greedy hole my presence in the next moment. She can barely keep herself standing, her body trembling as her orgasmic energy builds.
I am surprised by her findings, though, and curious.
"Ok. I admit. I never planned to leave, but what gave it away? How did you know?" I ask, keeping her desperate.
She doesn't hesitate to answer this time, pushing herself closer against me in response, "Ahhh, your clothes...scattered all over ....ufff...as if you did not care about my husband finding out...ooofffff...yet you refuse to even give me your name."
I chuckle in admiration, "Clever woman. How can someone so cautious behave so clumsily? Gotcha !! I underestimated you, Beautiful."
I withdraw my cock but keep it hard and ready to pounce on her pussy anytime.
"Please..." She squirms against my body.
I tease her with only my cock head; her body hums with desire for more. My smile is wicked as I watch her body quiver in want and anticipation.
"Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to fuck you with just my cockhead?" I ask as I slide my shaft in and out in agonizingly slow motions.
The married woman is unable to contain her pleasure any longer and gives in to me,her Stalker, begging me to continue.
"Yes, oh god, please just do it already," she begs.
"Marriage has become that boring, huh, that a dickhead is sufficient for this....itchy hole?" I taunt her mercilessly, being a dickhead.
Hearing that, her face glowed in deep shame, but She could only nod in pleasure as I continued my slow thrusts.
My rocking motions and gentle movements soon turn into more passionate ones as my cockhead glides in and out of her wet folds. The intimate pleasure radiates throughout, and she looks me in the eyes with a look of pure desire.
I smile slyly and press the hard tip of my cock harder against her aroused pussy.
"Do you want more?" I ask with a smirk; my hand squashes one of her undulating breasts.
"Yessssss...." She purrs.
I knew the answer as soon as she sank further back into my embrace around her heaving tits, inviting me to keep going.
I take her pleasure to the next level as my thrusts become faster and more profound. But only the DICKHEAD. Not an inch more. My cockhead slides in and out of her wetness, sending pleasurable waves from her clit to her core.
I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear.
"Do you like feeling my cock against your wetness? I can sense how much you want more, but I'm not going to give it to you yet. I'm going to make you beg for me again."
My movements become quicker and more frantic, and I can feel her body shaking with pleasure. I bite down on her earlobe, and she cries out, her hands gripping the windowsill tightly.
"Please...let me have it,' she says in a ragged whisper."Let me have you inside me...'
I chuckle, my lips ghosting over her neck, "Oh no, not yet. I'm going to keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore."
I continue to move the tip of my cock in and out of her, and I can feel her arousal rising even higher. The pleasure is almost unbearable for both of us, and I can sense her body reaching its breaking point.
"Please,' Trisha begs, sobbing, "I need it. I need you."
I still don't budge.
I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? Oh listen to that lewd sound your pussy is making. "
I continue to tease her with just the tip of my cock, taking pleasure in the way she responds, the quiver that passes through her body, the ever-intensifying pleasure.
"What do you want me to do with you?" I coo, my voice is heavy with desire and promise.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me...fuck me, please," Trisha's voice trembles as she does her best to keep quiet. Her face is flushed as I suddenly stop, her pleasure fading away as quickly as it came.
"Oh, this is what you want, isn't it?" I bare my teeth as bare as she is now, gently pushing my hips forward, pushing the tip of his cock inside her. With each thrust, I make her churn out more liquid desire, enjoying the tightness of her pussy, pushing her to the brink of her pleasure.
Trisha is moaning, begging, writhing against my body, begging me to make her come with each passing thrust.
I withdraw and pause.
"You know what is expected of you," I tease her, "Your husband is just the same boring guy who sleeps beside you every day. You can taste this pleasure fully if you submit to me."
Her pussy squeezes me hard .
"You like the sound of that, don't you?" I whisper in her ear, my tongue sliding along her neck, my fingers twisting and pulling her aroused nipples, making her welp, 'You want more, don't you?" I jeer.
With a sudden slam, I put my cockhead back into her mushy ravine resting inside her walls. Trisha gasps, her body trembling from the sudden pleasure.
"All you have to do as I ask of you, and you can have as much as of my hard magic wand as you want." I chuckle.
The words are laced with a dark promise that only I can fulfill. She trembles in anticipation as I increase the pace of my dickhead's thrusts, not releasing her from her half-lidded trance until her orgasm is within reach. My hands grasp her hips as she surrenders to my touch, crying out showering my cockhead with her arousal.
Not once did I force her with my entire length, only teasing her with the head of my cock. I take her to the edge of bliss time and time again but pull back before allowing her to reach total satisfaction.
Trisha breaks, howling, "Oh gawwwddd yes yess I will do whatever you want...please fuck me properly."
I stop and grin, "Let's talk then, Beautiful. Let's hear out my plan of how to keep your husband out of this house all night long and what necessary responsibilities you need to carry out to help me achieve that feat."
I slap her juicy ass in delight. Her moan echoes the empty house. Before she could recover I reward her with another smack and then another.
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The Stalker
Trisha rushes to the window to check. I urged her to stay, but she did not listen.
I come after her. She is leaning against the wall, peeking through the curtain staying hidden.
My hands clasp around her naked body, and my breath tickles the back of her neck. I press my body against hers, both of us shaking from the thrill of the stolen moment.
"It's just the wind," I whisper.
The woman in my arms shakes her head.
"No, I heard something. I think it's him," she shares her suspicions in a hushed tone, her voice laced with fear.
"Who? I am your Stalker." I chuckle, kissing her spine.
Trisha groans, "Not you, My husband. Arun ."
I can feel her trying to pull away, but my body presses her firmly against the wall. I stroke her hair, trying to soothe her, my voice low and calming.
"Nobody knows we're here," I say softly, my lips brushing against her ear. "We're safe."
She stops struggling, her body softening against mine as my words register in her mind. She takes a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing.
I take this opportunity to trace my hands down her body, kneading her curves and haunches as I go. I can feel her quickening breaths, her body responding to my touch.
"See,' I murmur, my voice a low growl, "No need to be scared."
She lets out a quiet moan as I turn her around, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I press her against the wall, desire rising in my chest as I gaze into her deep, lovely eyes.
Her eyes fluttered shut as my hands grazed her skin, her lips parted in pleasure. I lean in to kiss her, our tongues wrestling as the passion between us intensifies.
The sound of a rustling branch outside the window distracts us momentarily.
"You should go," she hurries me and turn around to investigate the sound again.
I am very certain it is just mother nature doing her things outside.
"Just a bit longer," I plead, my lips gliding along her shoulder," Let's not waste this moment worrying about the outside world. We can make all our worries fade away for now. It is just the wind, Beautiful."
Trisha's expression turns sour. "That's not true. Arun is here," she insists. "I just don't want him to find out about us. He can't know about this. Go, please.''
Now she is getting on my nerves. I have been patient with her.
*Yeah, right!!! No sound of your creeky maingate.No shouting of your name.No, knocking on your main door. Your husband magically just decides to enter your house like a thief and spy on you. Gimme a break !!! You just want to get rid of me* I think in my mind but don't say my thoughts out loud.
The married woman stands before the window, her husband nowhere in sight. I casually wrap my hand around her waist and pull her back against my firm body, a cocky smirk on my face.
I position myself and aim for the right spot.
Just before I make my move, I whisper into her ear, "You know what I'm going to do?"
I attack her soundlessly before she can turn around or give any response.
My hips thrust forward, and the tip of my cock brushes against her wet pussy. With barely even a pause, I begin to move the tip in slow, teasing circles around her slit, coating my cockhead with the juices from her vulva.
She gasps, and he feels her body tense with pleasure. She does not stop me. She stops breathing, one hand reaching up to press against the window, waiting for what I will do next.
Slowly, I slide the head of my cock between her legs, pressing against her slick, wet entrance. She gasps, her head dropping back onto my shoulder.
"Ahhhh...."She let out a shrill cry of carnal joy.
She shivers in response, and I take this as my cue, pushing the tip of my cock teasingly against her wet pussy. I can feel her quivering beneath me, and I lean in, my lips close to her ear.
I circle my hips and press the thick head of my cock into her wet pussy. She's tight, like a velvet glove around me.
Just as I thought, no Husband. She made it up; otherwise, she wouldn't be letting me do this in front of the window.
I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? This is just the tip. Can you imagine how amazing it could be if I pushed in further?"
"Ohhh," she moans, her body shaking against mine.
"Let's play a little," I suggest, and I retrieve my cockhead only to thrust it again inside her dripping slit. Just my bulbous cockhead, nothing more.
My hands move up, and I gently massage her nipples. I know it's getting her hot. I move my hips slowly and let the tip of my cockhead tease the entrance of her pussy for a few seconds before retreating.
She shivers, her breath coming ragged.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to put it all the way in." I whisper in her ear.
I continue this tantalizing game of tease and pleasure, with my cock grinding against her clitoris, then hovering at the entrance of her pussy before pushing in again. With each push and pull of the head of my cock, I can feel her body shaking more and more.
"Oh my God" she says shakily, her voice full of pleasure.
"Ahhh,' I groan, rocking my hips against hers. She moans, pushing her hips back to meet me. I don't give her what she wants. I tease her, rocking back and forth, pushing my cockhead inside her quivering drenched slit slowly and then pulling out.
I can feel her arousal building up, and I can sense her desperation to be filled with me. For now, though, I continue my teasing, pushing in a tiny bit deeper each time and holding in the same spot until she can't resist the pleasure anymore.
"Ohhh, This is too much teasing..mmmphh" she moans, her body shaking against mine.
"Just a little more," I whisper teasingly, pushing deeper in before pulling back again.
I know I'm driving her crazy, and I can feel her ready to burst. But I want to keep her on the edge.
"Now tell me, Beautiful. Was there ever any suspecting husband lurking in the bush, or you just made it up?" I enquire, pinching her nipples.
She holds onto the window, her knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself from confessing while she desperately wiggles her ass to get the full length of my cock. Her lips pressed together; her face crunched in arousal.
"Do you like the way I'm teasing you? Do you want more?" I rub my dick on her pulsating clit.
She responds only with a moan of pleasure, and I smirk while allowing my cockhead in her weeping core again. I keep the tip of my cock inside her, but I don't go any deeper. I move in small circles, the sensation so tantalizing that she gasps with pleasure.
I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear, "If you want more, then answer me truthfully, beautiful. Did you make that excuse of husband?" I pull out.
Next second I lightly slip the tip of my cock inside her wet pussy, teasing her with my engorged head. She gasps slightly, biting her lip to stifle her moan. I laugh as I nuzzle into her neck, feeling the pounding of her heart against my chest. Then I withdraw my cockhead again.
She bleats,"Yes, yes, I made it up...I am sorrryy..alright."
I start to move my hips ever so slightly, penetrating her gasping womanhood with just my cockhead.
I whisper, "Does that feel good?". She shakes her head affirmatively; her eyes closed in pleasure, head drooped on my shoulder.
"Why you made it up?"I ask and withdraw.
She bites her lip and doesn't answer.
I use my cockhead as a truthseeker ,pushing against her contracting walls, my hardness taking her closer to the edge. My voice low and husky, I say, "We can play this game as long as we want beautiful, but why suffer?"
She lets out a deep sigh in response, her body starting to quiver with pleasure. I pull out and slide back in, teasing her in a slow and steady fashion.
I can feel her entire body trembling as I penetrate her. I lean in close to her ear and murmur, "It feels so good just teasing you like this. Do you want more?"
"Yes, pleaseeeee"She wheezes.
"Then answer."I keep my cockhead in her clenching slit and ever so gently roll it inside,"Mmmm look at how this naughty pussy is biting me."
"Cause you were not going to leave tonight...oh god, please let me have it", She sobs in desperation.
I grab her hips in my hands, pinning her against me. I maintain my steady rhythm, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her with each stroke and denying her greedy hole my presence in the next moment. She can barely keep herself standing, her body trembling as her orgasmic energy builds.
I am surprised by her findings, though, and curious.
"Ok. I admit. I never planned to leave, but what gave it away? How did you know?" I ask, keeping her desperate.
She doesn't hesitate to answer this time, pushing herself closer against me in response, "Ahhh, your clothes...scattered all over ....ufff...as if you did not care about my husband finding out...ooofffff...yet you refuse to even give me your name."
I chuckle in admiration, "Clever woman. How can someone so cautious behave so clumsily? Gotcha !! I underestimated you, Beautiful."
I withdraw my cock but keep it hard and ready to pounce on her pussy anytime.
"Please..." She squirms against my body.
I tease her with only my cock head; her body hums with desire for more. My smile is wicked as I watch her body quiver in want and anticipation.
"Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to fuck you with just my cockhead?" I ask as I slide my shaft in and out in agonizingly slow motions.
The married woman is unable to contain her pleasure any longer and gives in to me,her Stalker, begging me to continue.
"Yes, oh god, please just do it already," she begs.
"Marriage has become that boring, huh, that a dickhead is sufficient for this....itchy hole?" I taunt her mercilessly, being a dickhead.
Hearing that, her face glowed in deep shame, but She could only nod in pleasure as I continued my slow thrusts.
My rocking motions and gentle movements soon turn into more passionate ones as my cockhead glides in and out of her wet folds. The intimate pleasure radiates throughout, and she looks me in the eyes with a look of pure desire.
I smile slyly and press the hard tip of my cock harder against her aroused pussy.
"Do you want more?" I ask with a smirk; my hand squashes one of her undulating breasts.
"Yessssss...." She purrs.
I knew the answer as soon as she sank further back into my embrace around her heaving tits, inviting me to keep going.
I take her pleasure to the next level as my thrusts become faster and more profound. But only the DICKHEAD. Not an inch more. My cockhead slides in and out of her wetness, sending pleasurable waves from her clit to her core.
I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear.
"Do you like feeling my cock against your wetness? I can sense how much you want more, but I'm not going to give it to you yet. I'm going to make you beg for me again."
My movements become quicker and more frantic, and I can feel her body shaking with pleasure. I bite down on her earlobe, and she cries out, her hands gripping the windowsill tightly.
"Please...let me have it,' she says in a ragged whisper."Let me have you inside me...'
I chuckle, my lips ghosting over her neck, "Oh no, not yet. I'm going to keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore."
I continue to move the tip of my cock in and out of her, and I can feel her arousal rising even higher. The pleasure is almost unbearable for both of us, and I can sense her body reaching its breaking point.
"Please,' Trisha begs, sobbing, "I need it. I need you."
I still don't budge.
I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? Oh listen to that lewd sound your pussy is making. "
I continue to tease her with just the tip of my cock, taking pleasure in the way she responds, the quiver that passes through her body, the ever-intensifying pleasure.
"What do you want me to do with you?" I coo, my voice is heavy with desire and promise.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me...fuck me, please," Trisha's voice trembles as she does her best to keep quiet. Her face is flushed as I suddenly stop, her pleasure fading away as quickly as it came.
"Oh, this is what you want, isn't it?" I bare my teeth as bare as she is now, gently pushing my hips forward, pushing the tip of his cock inside her. With each thrust, I make her churn out more liquid desire, enjoying the tightness of her pussy, pushing her to the brink of her pleasure.
Trisha is moaning, begging, writhing against my body, begging me to make her come with each passing thrust.
I withdraw and pause.
"You know what is expected of you," I tease her, "Your husband is just the same boring guy who sleeps beside you every day. You can taste this pleasure fully if you submit to me."
Her pussy squeezes me hard .
"You like the sound of that, don't you?" I whisper in her ear, my tongue sliding along her neck, my fingers twisting and pulling her aroused nipples, making her welp, 'You want more, don't you?" I jeer.
With a sudden slam, I put my cockhead back into her mushy ravine resting inside her walls. Trisha gasps, her body trembling from the sudden pleasure.
"All you have to do as I ask of you, and you can have as much as of my hard magic wand as you want." I chuckle.
The words are laced with a dark promise that only I can fulfill. She trembles in anticipation as I increase the pace of my dickhead's thrusts, not releasing her from her half-lidded trance until her orgasm is within reach. My hands grasp her hips as she surrenders to my touch, crying out showering my cockhead with her arousal.
Not once did I force her with my entire length, only teasing her with the head of my cock. I take her to the edge of bliss time and time again but pull back before allowing her to reach total satisfaction.
Trisha breaks, howling, "Oh gawwwddd yes yess I will do whatever you want...please fuck me properly."
I stop and grin, "Let's talk then, Beautiful. Let's hear out my plan of how to keep your husband out of this house all night long and what necessary responsibilities you need to carry out to help me achieve that feat."
I slap her juicy ass in delight. Her moan echoes the empty house. Before she could recover I reward her with another smack and then another.
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