Let's Do Lunch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Stalking turns into a dark obsession that turns dangerous for a young food truck worker.

It was a sweltering hot day. Nineteen-year-old Robin’s hair and clothes were clinging to her sweat soaked skin as she slid off her dirty apron and tossed it carelessly in back into the food truck. Her nipples perfectly pointed by her small breasts under her thin white tank top. Perhaps she thinks her breasts are too small to wear a bra? Perhaps the truck is too hot to wear one in the summer? She takes the same route home every day. Makes sense, she only lives five blocks away. She probably thinks she’s nothing special, with her short thin frame, tiny breasts bearing chocolate kiss nipples, and wavy brown hair thrown frantically in a ponytail between customers.

He had noticed her many times before. The minute the clock struck 3:00 PM she would strip off her once white apron and head home for the day, after the lunch rush of course. Today was no different. Although she seemed a little more distracted than usual. Five blocks, 1,650 feet he mused, staring out the window of his seventh-floor air-conditioned office. He wondered if she thought of him too on her short walks home. She was the reason he stopped there for lunch every day, not for the greasy shit they call food. On nice days he would sit at one of the tables with the umbrellas. Watching her bob and weave in and out of the service window of the truck. Flashing sultry smiles at the college suits that tried to get her number. They never did of course. They couldn’t handle a girl like her. She’s the type of girl that needs a man to show her the ropes.

He glanced around his office quickly thankful all the internal blinds were still shut. He realized he had been massaging himself through his pants while thinking about her. They were now so tight they look as if they could bust at the seam. His dick pulsing so strong, for a moment he thought he could see his pants rising and falling to the rhythm. He briefly thought about locking the door and indulging himself in her.  There was something about her today. Seeing her divine breasts and glistening skin? Perhaps it was the unfulfilled look in her eyes as she began to walk away.

Suddenly he was standing and straightening out his pants in the elevator. Had he told his secretary he was leaving, to hold his calls? Had he even seen her as he walked by? Did she speak to him? What did he tell her? His mind began to spin as his heart sped up. He was unsure of what he was happening, the only thing he was sure of was that he would have her – today.

Five blocks, 1,650 steps, one flight, 10 stairs up to her building on Central Avenue, three floors up, apartment 12B. He had walked this path before many times, since he returned her wallet almost a year ago. His pace quickened while the bustle around him seemed to fade. The only thing he could hear is the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. 12B.

The sound of the shower echoed into the dingy apartment hallway. He swore he was breathing in the steam from her shower and he couldn’t take it anymore. Should he knock? She wouldn’t hear him. Surely no one in this part of town would leave their door unlocked-- . Shutting the door silently behind him he closed his eyes and drank in the steam in the air. It was over. No more dreaming. No more waiting. She is his.

Locking the door behind him, he looked around for a pillow or towel to shove underneath it to muffle her sounds, the sounds of the city might do a good enough job but he wasn’t taking any chances. He made his way to the master bathroom where the steam was originating. She hadn’t even closed the door leading to the bedroom. He entered through the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. She is mine. He thought. She needs me. Only I can fulfill her.

Upon entering the bathroom, he gazed at her for a moment. Her head tilted back letting the water spray on to her face. Her smooth ass just the right size to fit into fit tightly into the palms of his hands. He adored for a minute the water gliding down her messy brown hair and cascading off her perfect ass.

“You’re mine” he stated as he snatched her by the hair and drug her out of the shower. Too shocked to scream she struggled to get away, getting in one good punch to his lower jaw. He could taste the blood from his bottom lip but it only made him harder. During the struggle to get to the bed he tossed her like a ragdoll against the wall. Her body went limp. In this silent moment he breathed in the sweet smell of her shampoo, his fist still tightly gripping her hair. He was unprepared but he now had time. He gathered supplies from what was available, his belt, his tie, and a couple of her tank tops. Once assembled in his mind he hoisted her off the floor and gently laid her out on the bed. Taking one arm and attaching it to the headpost with his belt, the other with one of her tank tops rolled into a rope. Even in this state, blood dripping on them from the cut on her head, her breasts still looked as perfect and perky as ever. He finished tying her spread eagle to the bed. Her legs open wide and inviting. Her newly shaved pussy plumply on display. His member could not bear to be sheathed any longer. He dropped his pants and began to caress his already fully erect penis with his hand. She deserves more than one good fuck. She needs a release. I will fulfill her.

After checking to make sure she was still breathing he forced his silk tie into her mouth to keep her quiet. He rolled and wrapped a dirty tee shirt over her head and eyes. His mouth began to water as he got closer to the bottom of the bed where her soon to be wet pussy was glistening, begging to be tamed. He got on his knees continuing to rub his own hard cock while tracing the folds of her cunt and eventually landing on her clit. He knew he hit the right spot because she started to move slightly and make muffled noise. He couldn’t help himself and began lapping like a thirsty hound. Including her whole slit in his attention. She attempt to struggle again to which he reached his hands to her waist and dragged his pressured nails down the inside of her thighs. This made her wriggle in pain which delighted him even more. He continued to eat her pussy like a starved man, this time sliding his hands under her ass and squeezing it as hard as he could. When his grip could get no tighter he gouged his nails down her cheeks hoping to draw blood. She writhed in pain, confusion and unintentional arousal. All of this made more so when he placed himself on her stomach, grasping his throbbing dick in one hand and slapping her across the face with the other. She screamed so hard she almost spit out his tie, but he shoved it back in, all the way in, until she began to gag. He couldn’t take it anymore, his hand could no longer satisfy his bulge and her cunt is already soaked and ready. He forced himself inside her as hard as he could almost slamming her head into the head board, and again. Not too fast, take your time he thought to himself. There they were, her perfect breasts, her nipples peaked with excitement he had to suck them at the same time. The pleasure almost too intense. Pinch them. Bite them. She began to cry out again but no one could hear them. He had to pump his swollen member so much more intensely now. Twist them. Pull them. Suck them. Bite them. He could feel her body giving in to the pleasure too. She was soaking the bed in cum, her body shaking uncontrollably like her crying as she orgasmed. He too could hold back no longer as he ripped himself out of her, grabbing his dick with both hands as his cum rained down over her chest and stomach. Her breasts now looking like two glazed sundaes.

He knew he had better clean up and leave before anyone came to check on the noises of the last few hours. Woefully, he would have to knock her out again. He grabbed her head caressing her small ears and tender cheeks, pulled it forward to place one soft kiss on her forehead and banged it against the headboard one last time. He slowly took his tie from her mouth and made sure she was still breathing, giving her one final passionate kiss. He wet the towel she was going to use when she got out of the shower and cleaned himself up, rinsing it again in the shower…reliving the first few moments they had together before joining her again in her room to clean her off. First my cum, then your blood.

He carefully untied her and got redressed. Shirt, boxers, pants, belt, blazer. He stuffed his tie in his pocket. It would be his office souvenir. He carefully folded the cum soaked, bloody towel and placed it in a plastic grocery bag from the kitchen. This would be his vestige.


Submitted: May 05, 2019

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