Stalker

He peeped inside the window. The warm air inside the room had lured Sinchal to keep the windows open. Night was young. She was sleeping peacefully; part of her blanket was lying aside. She shuffled in her sleep. She was lying on her back with her legs parted slightly and the soft, night pyjamas pulled up, giving a clean outline of her delicate mound. Abhi had been stalking her for a while now. She was a young Assistant Manager in her 20s, working in Corporate Bank. From the day he had laid his eyes on her, it had been more than difficult for him to take her out of his mind. Her beautiful, voluptuous body had drawn him to dare and visit her leased apartment at nights. This is one of his several visits which would start by him following her from her office to the apartment. At times he would linger around till she falls asleep and ogle her as she would sleep innocently in her bed.

He had initiated a casual conversation with her last month in a coffee parlour near her branch. From then on, he had been a regular visitor of the parlour and her branch. Almost everyday Sinchal would come to the parlour with one or two of her colleagues around the lunch time. And almost everyday Abhi would be sitting in a corner, eying the sway of her hips, the flutter of her eyelashes and the curl of her smiling lips. She had clearly declined his uninvited approaches in the past. His several attempts were gone in vain and the failures had just converted his infatuation into possessiveness.

Abhi pushed the window open, climbing in with extreme caution and silence. She did not stir or had any idea that a young male full of lust had entered her room. He stood over the bed running his gaze all over her. It was her tits that intrigued him; soft, full, encased in her pink top and heaving up and down in rhythm. He felt the nipple clamps in his pocket and a twitch in his pants as he adjusted his swelling manhood.

He bent over her, placing one of his hands over her mouth and his other hand pinned her two wrists against the bed.

Sinchal was in a dream, an erotic dream of her mysterious lover taking her with ruthlessness and making her wet with desire. She felt his strong hands gripping her wrists together and held them above her head, his other hand covering her mouth.

She suddenly realized the truth as she slipped to reality and felt warm breath of someone hitting her skin. She opened her eyes trying to adjust to the low light and panicked, feeling the weight of someone on top of her. Sinchal tried to push him away. She couldn't. Though Abhi was in his college yet he was a strongly built young male. He leaned further, "SHHHHH," he whispered and took a deep breath inhaling her womanly aroma and rising fear.

"Don't make a sound hun."

She was struggling to breath. His hand was strongly covering her mouth.

"You don't want me to give you a cut, do you?"

He whispered around her ear, nudging her soft neck.

She shivered in terror. *What does he want!?* But somewhere deep inside she knew the answer.

"I will move my hand if you promise me not to make a sound."

He was continuously licking and kissing her warm neck.

"I have a knife but I don't wanna use it, you know," he lied, nibbling her earlobe, feeling her shudder under him as he mentioned the knife.

She began to nod her head in affirmation and he relaxed his grip on her mouth.

"Good girl," he appreciated in his deep, raspy voice, stroking her head. She could feel his semi hard wood throbbing between them.

"I'm going to tie your hands above your head. Hold still and be a good girl Sinchal," he lashed back seeing her open the mouth in protest.

"Not a word princess," he leaned biting her neck.

Her body was betraying her. She could feel the moisture between her legs. She tried to stop her mind from enjoying the torment.

Sinchal laid there as he tied her hands; the ropes digging deep in her smooth skin. He pulled them and secured them with the headboard. She tugged at the ropes feeling tied and helpless. Her womanhood gushed another stream of juices. *How can she get so wet?*

Her breath was rising with each passing moment as he got back and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off.

She gulped. He had a nice body, she thought; his strong arms, a clear sign of hours he spent in gym. She saw his chiseled abdomen in the moonlight and couldn't help but rub her thighs together. Her gaze went lower and her mouth went dry as she laid her eyes on the huge bulge in the front of his jeans.

Her rub didn't go unnoticed as Abhi slipped his hands around her thighs. They were rough and demanding. He placed his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward inhaling and kissing her pyjamas clad thighs; his lips taking liberty to reach between her thighs but teasing and never kissing her love mound.

She looked down at him, his strong shoulder muscles moving and bulging as he lowered his face near her crotch. She couldn't help but moan as she watched him sniff her scent. She was scared and excited. Her pussy gushed jets of juices as she saw a naked, animalistic urge in him.

He looked up, his eyes met hers. She shuddered, watching him crawl up. He took the helm of her top in his mouth and pulled it up, unveiling her smooth belly. Looking at her he dug his lips deep into her navel.

"Fuck! Abhi!" she couldn't resist moaning and rubbing around, her hands desperately tugging on the rope. She felt his warm, rough tongue slithering around her belly, raising goosebumps on her skin.

"Please...," she moaned as he nibbled and bit her skin.

"Please Abhi... Please...," she shuddered in pleasure throwing her head up and wriggled. He slithered up even further, pulling her top up and unraveling her warm, heaving breasts; her lovely chocolate coloured tips standing erect in pleasure, yearning for attention.

She watched him lick his lips as his strong hand reached for her right mammary gland.

"Fuckk!" she moaned, throwing her head back as he grabbed the base of her breast in his strong manly hand and squeezed it, tapering it to the top but not touching her raging nipple. She let out a frustrated groan thrusting her chest forward. He stuck his tongue out and started from the base of her breast and licking it all the way to the pointy tip of her breast. It was strong and hard.

"Ahhhh!" She looked down at him busy lapping and suckling on her hard nipple like a hungry kid. His other hand reached for her jealous left breast, squeezing the hard flesh. She felt a strong urge to grab his head and push his face in her chest. His tongue lashed against her nipple as he suckled it deep into his warm mouth.

"Please... release... Aaahh... my hands," she groaned as he switched to her left breast. He opened his mouth, engulfing the top of her left breast and pulled it gently, tugging on it. She broke in another series of seductive moans. She had been with boys in the past but probably first time with a dominant man. He gave her tinkling and sensations she never knew she had. Her body was on fire by his tease. Every touch of his lips, every grip of his hand , the gentle thrusts of his crotch sent waves of shiver and excitement through her body.

She felt him lifting his face and nuzzling her neck. She automatically turned her head, allowing him more access. He aggressively kissed her and his hands kneaded her soft ,plump breasts. She couldn't contain herself anymore and lifted her legs, wrapping them around him and pulling him closer. His hand slipped to her face, caressing her thirsty lips and moving at the back of her head gently grabbing her hair and tugging them to pull her face up. She moaned. He leaned forward rubbing his lips across her lips. She made a sudden surge to kiss him. He pulled back. Teasing. Keeping them close enough just to touch her . She groaned. And he leaped to grab her lower lips between his, pulling and suckling on it. Before she could relish the moment he maneuvered taking her mouth between his lips.

She enjoyed the dominant lock of his lips on hers. She could feel his power over her. His demanding tongue lashing around making her wet between her legs. She felt his free hand slipping down her belly and pulling on the elastic of her night pyjamas. Before she could protest out her modesty, his urgent hand slipped inside her pyjamas. She was not wearing any panties. He gave his first long, animalistic moan in her mouth as his palm touched her warn naked womanhood. She was dribbling with love juices. He could feel it almost throbbing against his full palm. She thrust her hips up, giving her puffy mound into his tormenting hands. He obliged immediately grabbing her pussy in a soft fist.

"Mmmmpphh!" She groaned and moaned in pleasure in his mouth.

Giving a hard, deep suck he pulled back from Sinchal's juicy mouth, keeping her yearning for more. His young, hard cock was uncomfortably poking against his jeans. She looked at him, breathing heavily, as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his zip down and taking his jeans off. She relished the sight of his cock jutting out against his boxers like a thick wooden log making a huge tent. He straddled her, his knees fixed at either side of her torso. She felt his thigh-hair brushing against her smooth skin as he leaned forward and reached for her tied hands. His covered pole nudged around her face, jumping and twitching in excitement as he untied her wrists.

Before he could pull back, she held him by his waist slithering her palms up, feeling his strong abdomen muscles and smooth, hairy skin. Her touch was mesmerizing. He rolled back his eyes as she felt him with her tender hands. She leaned forward kissing the tip from over his boxers, his manly musk lifting her inhibitions and placed both of her hands on his firm buttocks and pulled him closer kissing and nudging his whole, hung package.

Abhi placed his knuckles against the bed in fists as Sinchal took charge, her fingers digging the strap of his boxers and pulled it down hungrily. His majestic cock sprang out, slapping up against his chiseled abdomen and lolled up and down in her face. She gave an involuntary chuckle seeing his massive tool. It had to be more than 7 inches of pure throbbing pleasure. She could see two strong veins accompanied by several gentle veins running all the way from his tip to the base. She held it in her slender hand. It was soothingly warm and thick, nothing like the skinny boy-dick of her previous boyfriends but a strong muscular one with an intimidating head. She was unknowingly stroking it with lust, emanating groans from Abhi's mouth and without any warning she let her tongue give a lick from it's base to it's bulbous tip.

"Ahhhh," he couldn't hold himself back any longer and gave a rude thrust against her mouth. Sinchal's eyes gleamed as if she was hoping for this and pulled his skin back letting his glistening crown part her lips unceremoniously and slip inside the hot confines of her mouth, the girth of his tip stretched her lips to a substantial width to accommodate him. The thought of taking his hard tool up her almost virgin pussy made her shudder with pleasure.

His hips started moving in a slow rhythm of backward and forward pushing his cock deeper with each thrust, his hand came around her head maneuvering his face around. She looked up and made an eye contact with him. A spark ignited between them as she devoured his intimate part looking straight into his eyes. Sinchal could feel it jerking and twitching as she ravaged his sensitive tip with her now slutty tongue.

Holding himself for long was getting difficult for him. He grabbed the base of his cock and gently pulled it out from her reluctant mouth leaving a trail of her oral juices from the tip to her lips. She tried to grab it back but Abhi had other plans as he slipped down, pulling her pyjamas in one soft motion. Her smooth, silky love mound laid bare in front of his eyes. He kneeled taking his face close to her pussy and gave a long, slow but firm lap from bottom to top. She instinctively parted her thighs as he went deeper kissing her puffy vagina. She was in heaven. Her fingers had entangled with his hair as he devoured her juicy puff. His tongue made several lapping motion up and down her slit making sure he caressed her swollen clit with each trip. His hand reached up for her breasts, tugging her milks down as his tongue started a struggle with her clit, pushing it out of it's hood and almost suckling on it.

Sinchal had never experienced this before. Her mind was vague, her thoughts erratic, she was not even sure if this was a dream or reality. All she was feeling was a hungry, young male devouring her modesty orally and tugging on her milks. Her eyes were rolled back, her hips thrusting up and down. A surge of eruption had begun to form deep inside of her.

He took his hand back and grabbed his jutting cock, stroking it and preparing it for the final assault. His actions did not go unnoticed as Sinchal saw him massaging his glistening manhood at the same time as lapping and suckling on her pulsating pussy.

"Please...," is all she could muster as Abhi pulled back his mouth and placed his knees between her legs. Her legs were actually shivering with excitement and fear. Nobody with such a strong cock had taken her. He will surely open her love hole to a new width with his thick wood.

He placed her legs against his chest, her feet rested against his muscular pectoral.

His glistening mushroom was already running up and down her juicy lips, as he held his cock in his hand and placed it against her tight opening.

A manly grunt. A feminine groan. He thrusted his hips forward; his tip nudged her almost virgin pussy. Her hands were gripping the bedsheet, as he kept the pressure on and felt her slimy pussy hole giving up to allow the intruder.

"FUCKK BABYY!" She screamed in pleasure, feeling the girth of his manhood giving her tight pussy a new dimension.

"Mmmmmm," he himself was in another world as he felt her pussy lips gripping his cock tightly. His hips swayed in a small piston motion, pressing her deeper with each thrust. Her love juices helped him push his cock further with each passing moment. He could feel her warm walls gripping and massaging his cock.

She never felt so full. She never had anyone so deep. Her pussy was enjoying and gushing as she felt him making his cock twitch and jerk in excitement. He looked up at her. Her eyes were full of lust.

"Fuck me baby...," she moaned scratching her nails against his chest. "Fuck me like you own me," she whispered pulling her legs even apart.

He needed no further invitation and without any warning slammed his cock all the way up to her depths, hitting his balls against her.

Grunts and moans filled the room as he started fucking her with all his might.

"Fuck aah Holy shit you are so Bigg..."

"You like that baby?" He slapped her bouncing tit, "Look at me...HUMMPH and tell me how...HUMMPHH you love it."

"I love it BABY...AHHHH I love how you are digging me so hard. MMMM FUCK! Take me harder Abhi! Take me deep."

He could feel a tingling sensation in his burly balls. His hips were moving like a piston. It would not be long before he would spray her insides with his healthy cum. He grabbed her other leg putting it against his chest and slammed even deeper. She was in ecstasy. Her eyes were locked with his as she felt his hand massaging her swollen clit.

"Don't stop BABYYY!" She moaned as he caressed and plucked her hard clit.

He himself was on the verge of splashing her insides with his love juice.

He felt his cum rising up in his balls like a warm jet rushed across his length.

"Fuckk I'm cumming!!" He buried his cock deep into her pussy and a jet of thick cum shot out of his slit hitting her sensitive insides.

The shot triggered her as she collapsed into a series of spasms milking his buried cock. The volcano inside her belly erupted with unbound fervor making her wriggle and jump in a never-before orgasm. He was lying all over her with his weight, his face buried in her sweating neck, holding her in his strong, muscular arms fucking and cumming inside of her. She could feel rope after rope of his thick cum splattering inside her.

His grunts had subsided. She was breathing as if she had just run a marathon. His hips were still fixed between her sweating thighs. She caressed his strong upper back feeling her love marks. She could feel his cock getting softer inside of her. A satisfactory smile ran across her face as she held him even tighter. *He is a man...* She thought to herself closing her eyes and soaking in the moment.

Her mouth was dry as morning rays of sunshine entered her room. She frowned and tried to cover her face with her arm. It was 9 in the morning and she bolted upright, looking around.

"Fuck! " She swept her hair looking around. Her eyes were wide with shock.

The window was tightly locked. She was clad in her pyjamas and top.

"Arrggghh!" She fell back on her bed. "No..No.. Noo. Fucking Dream!" she groaned and looked at the closed window.

Suddenly a mischievous smile spread across her lips.

Two nipple clamps attached with a chain were hanging on the handle of the window.