Stalked in Her Neighborhood, Pt. 02

He'd been fucking me like this for around thirty minutes now.

My mind was horribly broken. I'm not sure any psychiatrist could ever hope to repair it. It was panic, I told myself with what little brain cells I had that were still functioning. All the other ones were acting as accomplices with my attacker. I was terrified. Miserable. That's why I was so upset. It had to be!

And yet, as much as I tried to believe that to be the reason my rationality was mostly dissolved, the primal part of my mind was screaming at me for denying myself pleasure for so long. It was true- I haven't been getting any action for months lately, due to how busy life became. But the strangest thing was, it was as if the man knew about it.

Was he a stalker?

By now, his powerful shoulders were covered in bite marks and drool, though it didn't faze him at all. In fact, anytime he made a move that made me wetter from either hole, he amplified it. A small part of me was wondering how I hadn't become dehydrated by now. Perhaps the headache would arrive after the ordeal. I dreaded it.

Suddenly, he let out a long breath, then set me down. I couldn't actually stand due to being ravaged with my legs open at a constant angle, and slid down to the floor. It was unpleasant to have my bare ass cheeks hit the sidewalk, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

"Railing a small thing like you is easy," he huffed, leaning against the wall. "But I'm not a machine."

This whole time I was lost inside my head, I hadn't even considered he was exhausting himself inside of me. I hated the fact that deep down, I was disappointed. Bitterly so, in fact.

He crouched down in front of me, noting the glassy look in my eyes. "The lights aren't on upstairs, are they?"

I gained my composure and stared daggers at him.

"Looks like the power came back," he quipped, before pushing me backwards and yanking off my jacket. Then, he lifted my blouse all the way up to my neckline before removing it from my body entirely.

"Let.. go!" I weakly commanded, not expecting him to listen. "I-"

My words were instantly cut off by the sound of a mix between a wail and a moan as he leaned forward to swoop up one of my nipples in his mouth. I was too displaced from my own mind to realize the sound was coming from me. The entire fuck session, I forgot how sensitive my breasts became when I was aroused. Without even registering it, I arched my back to offer him more to suckle. He had a barely noticeable grin on his face as he lashed his tongue all across my hard nub, just before popping off with a full blown smirk.

"I think, mentally, you're the one letting go," he pointed out. "I went for a lick and you wanted me to swallow your whole tit."

My face burned from embarrassment. "No. I was trying to- to get away. By pushing you off."

"If you really weren't enjoying this, why is half of my cock not the color I was born with? You're quite the painter."

I hung my head in shame.

"I hate myself," I muttered.

"You shouldn't," he stated. "But you've been denying yourself. That is a form of self hatred."

"How would you know what I do on my free time?" I snapped, my head now turned up to face him. "Have you been watching me?"

"I don't have to. The way your body reacts to me says it all."

To prove a point, he leaned down to suck my other tit, making humming noises that drove me crazy. He also tried to inhale most of it, which we both knew was impossible due to the larger size of my rack. Still, the D in my bra size might as well have stood for Determination, with the way he was giving almost half of my boob an oral exam. I tried to fight off my reflexes, but once again, my back muscles insisted I thrust forward to fill his mouth with soft flesh. I needed to be away from this evil monster, but I also needed him to tease my nipples until I cried.

The tears in my eyes caused by the intensity of my arousal showed him just how much he was scrambling my brains.

"Yiuh mjgdd a pusdhgs," he mumbled, his mouth still enveloping my breast.

Despite his manipulations, I found it in me to give him a quizzical look before once more looking like a druggie on a high.

He pulled off my nipple after a quick bite that made me squeak. "I said, you made a puddle."

I looked down to find that I was, unfortunately, ridiculously wet.

I couldn't help but make the most obscene sounds as he laid me flat across the pavement and sucked my tits in rotation, utterly lost in bliss. Fate was cruel to me and allowed my arms to wrap around his head without my permission as he flayed my nipples with his unreasonably long tongue. One of my hands was even tousling his thick, fluffy hair. Every time he abandoned one breast to nurse on the other, my body reacted as if it was the first time every time, with heightened sensitivity. I don't know how the hell he did it, but that mouth was working witchcraft.

The way he caressed my unwilling but cockdrunken body all the while was another demon altogether. It felt like being touched by lightning when he dragged his fingertips across my forearms, stomach, and thighs, with the occasional tap on my clit. At any point, if I wriggled too fiercely beneath his grip from rabid desire, he'd slap my hot, soaked pussy, and rub my juices across my ass cheeks. Every hit induced a fresh set of lustful tears streaming down my face, and it took all the effort in the world to not beg for more. My clit was burning with passion, and I knew that the puddle I created was a lake now. If he dared to leave both of my swelling mounds unsucked for too long, I'd let out a desperate noise, like a dog being denied a favorite treat. And the man would pinch my clit before indulging me, choosing a nipple to attack a just few seconds later. It really sickened me to feel like he belonged there on top of me.

The stupid part of my mind was starting to become possessive.

"Sit up," he ordered, out of the blue.

I looked up at him in surprise, noting that both of my breasts were comfortingly warm with his saliva. But if he stopped now, the air from the outside world I'd nearly forgotten about would make them unbearably cold. Anything besides the touch of his overpowering body was too cold, really. He had somehow reprogrammed my brain to desire him, and him alone.

Ridiculous!

I obeyed hesitantly, and to my surprise, he flipped me over and propped me up so I was on my hands and knees. My back was mostly straight, with a slight arch. I watched his shadow grow across the wall as he loomed over me, and I gasped as I felt the tip of his cock poke the entrance of my pussy. He had his hands placed on my hips, pushing my top half down to emphasize the arch more.

"Wh-what are you doing now?!" I asked fervently, though I knew the answer.

"I'm going to ruin you."

I screamed loudly as he penetrated my dripping pussy at least several inches in on the first stroke, feeling as if he'd set my body ablaze. I'd never felt so much pressure on my G-spot in my life. It had to be due to the hefty weight of his cock- no other experience with a man or toy could compare. My cries echoed across the walls of the neighborhood, alerting absolutely no one to my well-needed demise. My nails scratched viciously against the concrete as he began a series of slow, but incredibly deep strokes. Due to the new position he'd forced me in, I was being filled even more than I thought was possible.

"I just want you to know that your pussy is in love with me," my assaulter taunted. "Thrusting isn't as easy as it looks. You're gripping onto my dick like it's life support."

My mind was soup.

I mewled as I felt his huge balls slap against my burning clit, unwittingly making an even sharper arch for him to enjoy. I had to escape. I had to call the police. I had to run for help. I needed to stop creaming all over him, or he'd get the idea I was enjoying this. But most importantly, I had to have his cock destroy me by never allowing me to feel pleasure with any other man again. My pussy needed to remember every inch and vein of his dick like a piece of memory foam.

It was wise to hate every second of it, but my body refused to comply.

"Calm down," he reprimanded me, slapping my ass. In my feverish state, I hadn't realized I was making sounds akin to a glitching smoke alarm. "Unless, that is, you've lost your mind."

My moans reduced in volume, but only increased in frequency as he shoved his inhumanly large prick faster into me. My thighs began to wobble, almost unable to handle the task of remaining straight while feeling unimaginable waves of pleasure that came with every stroke. I lowered my head to the ground because it was too much to try to remain fully up. My tears wet the pavement, a testament to his assault. My entire world was replaced with him.

"You c-can't- break m-me," I stuttered, feeling every inch of his dick slide so smoothly into me that you'd think I was made for him. "N-never."

He let go of my hips and reached beneath my trembling body to grab my tits, and I swear I almost squirted then and there. Then, he spread my legs wider with his knees. I hissed as he picked up the pace, no longer feeling quite human. More like a stray animal he'd captured for the sole purpose of moisturizing his cock. Every time he shoved himself into me, I could hear the squelching sound from just how much fluid I had produced from my most traitorous organ.

Out of nowhere, he stopped.

His cock was only a third of the way in, leaving me with a longing for more. Yet he refused to budge, staying as still as a statue for no apparent reason. I didn't want to turn around and ask what was going on- not very fitting for someone under attack, after all- but it was frustrating to be unaware. More importantly, I was being denied the pleasure that I- I mean, my *body* craved.

I couldn't wait any longer and began to back onto his cock on my own, sighing from relief when I was finally filled with his manhood again.

"I knew you would do it," came a smug observation, humiliating me further.

"No," I breathed, though still rocking my ass back and forth on him. "I'm trying to get up. Away. You're in m-my way."

He laughed. "Sure."

He reclined backwards. Though he was still on his knees, his palms were resting behind him on the cement, letting his cock jut out exactly where I needed it to. He let me continue to impale myself on him, his thick rod throbbing every time I moaned with unwanted pleasure. Occasionally, he would play the part of the aggressor and push into me just to surprise me, causing me to scream and tremble even more than usual. By now, his balls and upper thighs were very slimy, and it was all my fault. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.

My breath hitched as he thrusted full into me, grabbed me by my waist, and brought us both into a standing position. He then raised my leg so he could spin me around and not have to remove his dick from me. I couldn't help but look into his eyes as he pounded fiercely into me, feeling helpless yet hornier than ever. his rock hard chest felt like heaven pressed agaisnt my breasts, and it was harder and harder to deny that though an evil creature, he was a thing of beauty.

"You're going to have to cum eventually," he whispered.

I let out a loud whine in protest, then another one from shock as I felt his fingers draw circles on my clit. A warm sensation began to bubble deep within me, and I knew it was only a matter of time. It didn't help that his stamina had returned. I didn't stand a chance, but I was going to fight with everything I had.

Or at least I would have, if every muscle in my body hadn't fallen in love with him.

I pressed my body against his and bit him on the neck, which only made him fuck me harder. My arms snaked around his well formed biceps as I clawed his back, trying to keep my mind from going haywire. He was going the full mile and tapping into both my G-spot and A-spot at once, thanks to how fat his fucking cock was. I didn't even realize that was possible. His fingers were tugging and rubbing my clit in the most demanding way, as if I owed him an orgasm.

He was damn evil about it too. Every time I tried to get used to the rhythm of his thrusts, he would sense my excitement lessening and switch up the speed. If I bit him to try to distract myself, he would bite me in return, making me even more cockdrunk. If I jerked from side to side, he would grab one of my tits and pinch my nipples, forcing my mind to go blank. I was a new fighter, but he was a veteran.

"P-please... st-stop!" I cried out, tears running down my cheeks.

"Almost there?"

"N-mmph- hh- NO!"

He leaned down to suck my tongue while my mouth was open in protest, and that was all it took. I yelled out incomprehensible blabber as my entire body first went into shock, then paralysis. It felt like rigor mortis had set in with the way my thighs were strongly clenched around his waist. Soon, I started spasming, which forced him to hold me still as my juices rained down his thighs. My pussy felt like it had been touched by god himself. I buried my face into his well defined chest and howled from the magnitude of it all, feeling myself lose grip on the fibers of reality itself. God, all I wanted was his cock. Fuck anyone else. Fuck everything else. Fuck everything.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

He held me as my orgasm subsided, and I was reduced to a mindless wet mess in his arms. It was then that his own orgasm tore into him, and splashed into me. I instinctively spread my legs wide as he drenched my cervix with his seed. I moaned softly as he bucked into me with fervor, feeling vengeful pleasure from watching him lose control the way he made me. I purred as I felt him twitch and jerk inside me, ecstatic that I had engulfed all of him, and then some. He was spent, and allowed me to slide back down to the floor as he leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

"By the way," he began, a sinister grin forming on his face, "I already took care of dinner."

All my senses snapped back into place.

"You WHAT?!"