Sex Stalker (3 page)

He went to bed then but found it difficult to sleep. Their phone conversation kept playing through his mind. He was horny as hell and couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

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Ryan awoke at eight AM with a raging hard on. He was tempted to relieve himself but decided to save it for tonight. He spent the day doing mundane chores like grocery shopping and house cleaning. As the sun eventually started to set on a day that seemed to take an eternity to get through, Ryan’s last task to fill in time was to clean the pool. By the time he was done it was almost fully dark.

Only a few hours now until his rendezvous with M.

Dinner was another microwave meal he’d bought that day, which he washed down with a beer. After dinner he groomed himself, had a shave, trimmed various areas of body hair and took a shower. Some nice cologne was rather liberally sprayed on his torso, then he dressed in black jeans, a navy blue shirt and a black leather jacket. When he checked his appearance in the full length mirror in the bedroom, he wondered whether subconsciously he’d deliberately dressed all in dark clothing.

Was it an effort to disguise himself under the cover of darkness?

He kind of felt like he was up to no good, as if he were sneaking out to have a sordid affair with a casual lover. In a way he was, but he wasn’t doing anything behind anyone’s back. There was no one in his life.

He checked his watch. It was time to go.

As he drove west towards the mountains outside of town, his skin tingled with a mixture of nerves, anticipation and excitement. And lust. He found he had an erection for most of the journey. It was starting to make his balls ache, having a hard cock restricted inside his pants for a long period of time. He needed to unleash it and soon he would.

The Red Lion Motel materialized out of the darkness under the illumination of his headlights. It was a relatively small building of only a dozen rooms, nestled into the hillside amidst a grove of pine forest.

He parked the car outside the first room on the left, assuming that would be Room One. It was. Another vehicle was parked down the other end of the L-shaped building. The only other vehicle he saw was a car parked in darkness down the side of the manager’s office.

Stepping up onto the porch he stood in front of the door to Room One. He tried to peer in the window but saw only darkness. Was she even here yet? He checked his watch. Right on time.

It was then that he noticed something lying on the mat outside the door. He stooped to pick it up and found a black mask, the kind that people wear to block out light when trying to sleep. Under the mask was a sheet of note paper, on which was written:

Put the blindfold on and knock on the door.

Ryan did so, positioning the material over his eyes and holding it in place with the elastic strap pulled tight behind his head. He hesitated for just a second, hand raised, then knocked firmly on the door three times and waited.

He heard someone approach the door from the other side. A lock clicked. There was a slight creak as the door swung open. The sweet and alluring scent of perfume filled his nostrils. A hand gently gripped his forearm and he was guided across the threshold. There was the sound of the door closing behind him.

“Hello, Ryan.”

He recognized the voice as that of M. Still clutching his arm, M dragged him a few feet further where his legs hit the edge of a bed. He fell forward onto it, more out of accident than a deliberate maneuver. There he rolled over onto his back and sat up, legs resting on the carpeted floor.

“You can take the blindfold off now.”

Ryan slipped it off his head and dropped it on the floor.

The room was as dark as a tomb. All he could make out were very indistinct shadows. M stood before him, but he could hardly see her; just a silhouette of a woman with a classic hourglass shape. He reached out and touched her. Felt bare skin. He briefly explored her body with his hands in the darkness. She was completely naked.

M giggled. “You couldn’t wait to get your hands on me, could you,” she said.

He slipped his jacket off. M was down on the floor untying his shoes. When those were removed, she went to work unzipping his jeans while Ryan struggled out of his shirt. Within seconds he was down to his underwear. However, they didn’t stay on long. M had the elastic waistband in her grip and she eagerly had them down his legs in no time.

“Are you going to switch a light on?” Ryan asked, already knowing the answer to that question.

“No. I like it dark. It intensifies the power of your other senses; especially the sense of touch in this case.”

Ryan felt the lips of her mouth encase the head of his already erect cock. Her mouth felt extremely hot and wet in the darkness. M was right. His sense of feel was definitely heightened. It felt absolutely incredible the way she was working her mouth up and down his shaft. Last night it had all been fantasy over the phone. Right now it was satisfyingly real.

His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness of the room, but everything was still just shades of black and dark gray. M must have put blackout curtains over the windows to get the room so dark.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of M’s lips and tongue hard at work on his genitals. He’d shaved the hair on his testicles earlier that evening as part of his grooming. M took advantage of that and sucked his balls into her mouth, both at the same time. She was very gentle and didn’t hurt him. Her mouth was extremely wet around his sack and he could feel saliva oozing from her lips and dripping onto his inner thighs. He had the sudden urge to kiss her deeply, but didn’t want to interrupt the attention she was giving his cock and balls.

“Suck it again,” he whispered.

“Say please,” she crooned.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please suck my cock again.”

And she did, this time driving her mouth down hard on his throbbing erection until the entire length was deep down her throat. He felt her fingers on his balls as she sucked, teasing them with gentle caresses that tickled just slightly. M worked her mouth up and down, making wet, slurping sounds as she gorged his manhood. She ran her hands firmly up his thighs, then his stomach and up to his chest, all the while never taking his dick out of her mouth.

Ryan sighed heavily in the darkness. “That feels phenomenal.”

“Good,” she said, then took a mouthful of hard cock again.

“Remember what I said last night on the phone? About a sixty-niner?”

Ryan need say no more. M climbed onto the bed and lowered her steaming hot pussy onto his waiting mouth. She resumed sucking his cock while Ryan hungrily lashed her cunt with his desperate tongue.

He virtually ravaged her juice-soaked pussy, devouring it, drinking the sweet nectar from her lips and tunnel, probing her mysterious inner depths as far as his tongue could stretch. He couldn’t get enough of her. It was like his very first time going down on a woman. Her pussy was addictive; the smell, the taste, the feel.

She stopped sucking his cock and exclaimed, “Fuck that feels good! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

“Where did you learn to suck cock the way you do?” he returned.

She climbed off him then and he felt her turn around on the bed. A pair of slender legs straddled his body, moving down to his hips. He felt her hand grab his cock and hold it upright. Her wet pussy was lowered onto the head. Inch by inch his cock was slowly swallowed by M’s scorching vagina until his meat had sunk in up to his balls. She raised up until his dick almost popped out of her, then collapsed back down on him again quite heavily.

M went hard early, slamming her body down onto him, their flesh coming together with slapping sounds. A river of warm juice trickled over his balls and onto the bed. She was so incredibly wet. She leaned forward then so her face was only inches from his and licked at his chin, his cheeks and his lips.

“You’re covered in my juice,” she said and licked him fervently all over his face. Her tongue plunged into his mouth as her pussy plunged onto his cock. “I really needed this. I needed to be well and truly fucked proper tonight.”

Ryan met her thrusts, pushing up from the mattress while holding a cheek of her firm ass in each hand. Their timing was totally in sync and it felt like riding gentle ocean swells while lying in the bottom of a boat.

“Fuck it,” Ryan urged.

“What?”

“Fuck it.”

“What?”

“Fuck my cock. Fuck it hard!”

While she rode him expertly their mouths and tongues clashed again in a wet and heated battle. Ryan couldn’t get enough of her lips and tongue. He devoured her, sucked her tongue into his mouth and drank the moisture from it. He was that turned on he could barely breathe. The urge to pound her overcame him and he pushed her off.

In the darkness he positioned M on her hands and knees and entered her from the rear. While he fucked her he moistened her anus by drenching his finger with saliva and then probing her butt hole. Then he withdrew his cock from her cunt and jammed it firmly into her ass.

Her anus felt like a tight rubber ring around his cock. M moaned loudly and screeched in ecstasy as he pounded into her ass. Again he pulled out and returned his cock to her soaking pussy. He alternated like this for several minutes, culminating in M having her first explosive orgasm of the night.

He didn’t let her rest. Ryan flipped her over, spread her legs wide apart and entered her again. He could still hardly see a thing. It was all about feel and touch. And she felt unbelievable. He took hold of her generous breasts and held them like handles as he thrust into her relentlessly. He wanted to cum. The night was still young, so there was plenty of time for more sex.

Ryan stroked in and out like a machine. In no time his eager sperm left his sack and was shot out the head of his cock. His cum splashed the walls of her tunnel where it blended with her own juices. He grunted loudly each time a wad of cum left his dick.

M’s hands were on his face, feeling every feature, playing with his lips. He licked her fingers as his orgasm subsided, then he collapsed into her arms.

“I needed that,” he said softly.

“I know you did. So did I.”

Ryan lay there in her arms for a while longer, then eventually rolled off onto the mattress on his back. He closed his eyes and relaxed, feeling relieved and at peace. He didn’t speak the words just now but still wondered about M.

Who was this hot, sexy, ravishing woman fucking him in the darkness of this dingy motel room?

He felt himself dozing off, only to awaken sometime later to the feel of M’s hand wanking his cock back to full hardness. Without saying a word she climbed onto it and rode him in the reverse cowgirl position.

Ryan reached around her and firmly squeezed her breasts as she fucked him for the second time that night.

“I like that,” she encouraged him. “Pinch the nipples.”

He did as she asked and twisted her nipples quite hard.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It feels really good.”

As he continued to pinch and twist and squeeze her boobs and nipples, Ryan concentrated on the feel of her wet pussy sliding up and down his shaft. As she withdrew he felt the juice cool on his skin, only to have his cock heated up again the instant she plunged back down.

Every stroke swallowed him to his balls. The speed of her thrusts increased. Every lunge was more powerful than the last. Her long hair tickled his face. In the gloom he couldn’t even tell what color it was.

M’s body went rigid as she drove down onto him. Her pussy tightened around his cock. Her breaths became shorter and more urgent, her moaning louder.

The bed creaked and groaned in protest under the vigorous onslaught of their lovemaking. M didn’t let up the pace. Up and down his cock she went, drilling his hard rod into her. She was getting close. He could feel the tension in her body. She panted really fast. A squeal escaped her lips, followed by a tremendous howl as the orgasm blasted through her entire being.

“Oh…God!” she screamed. “Fuck!”

Just when he thought she was done, another wave of euphoria swept over her and she came again. Then a third time. Eventually her multiple climax subsided and she slumped on top of him, all sweaty and exhausted.

He held her lithe body in his arms. It felt so damn good to hold a woman close to him again, skin to skin.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered in the darkness. “I won’t leave you unsatisfied. I have a special surprise for you. Just let me rest a minute.”

While she lay there Ryan kissed her shoulders and the top of her back, his hands tenderly stroking her breasts. A few minutes later she got off the bed. He heard her cross the floor, and then the sound of a bar fridge door opening. Ryan thought he might catch a glimpse of her in the light, but no light came on. The sound of a plastic container opening, something removed, then she returned to the bed making sucking noises.

A moment later his semi-erect cock was taken into her mouth and he flinched in surprise.

Her lips and tongue were freezing cold from the ice cubes she had been sucking. The sensation on his sensitive flesh was unusual, but far from unpleasant. It was different and it was exciting.

She worked his dick in and out of her mouth in a steady motion, every so often running her tongue down his shaft and licking his balls. Her mouth had returned to normal temperature now and it felt so fucking good on his dick. M concentrated on the head and sucked it hard, then harder still. Ryan could feel her literally sucking the cum out of his sack. With little warning it surged up his shaft and spurted into her mouth. She swallowed some and let the excess dribble down his cock as he continued to fill her mouth.

It seemed like he had an endless stream of cum. Somehow he ejaculated more than he had the first time tonight. Maybe it was the way she milked him? Or maybe it was the initial effect of the ice? Either way he didn’t care. He was more than happy to explode down her throat, and M seemed more than content to accept his sticky offering.

Finally his balls were completely empty and he gasped with pleasure and sexual contentment.