Stalker After Work

She wasn't sure what the hooded man wanted when he cornered her in the parking lot. She had made sure to stand directly in the security camera's view, but the second she turned her back to open her trunk and drop her belongings inside, he was behind her.

The boxes slipped from her grasp. His heavy frame pinned her against the car, his arms grabbing hers and swiftly pinning them down on the trunk. Behind her, she felt something hard press between her asscheeks. His shadow towered over her.

"Wh-what do you want?" she squeaked. "I don't have any cash!"

The man laughed but said nothing. Instead, he moved her arms so he could hold them both in his left hand, and with his right hand, pushed his way up her flimsy t-shirt. His fingers wrapped around her breasts.

She squirmed. His nails were cold against her perky nipples, and she did everything in her power to hold back her moans as he flicked and pinched.

"Don't t-touch me!"

His breath brushed her ear. "I can feel you trembling," he chuckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? Getting groped by a stranger?"

"No!" She tried to free herself, but he pressed her against the car.

"Sure. That's why you're grinding on my dick, right?"

She gasped, indignant, and her face warmed. "I-I was not! I was trying to push you off, not--"

"Cute." He pinched her hard. "Watching you deny your lewd body was always so interesting, you know?"

Suddenly, he lifted his weight. But before she could react, his arms wrapped around her, lifting her onto the trunk. She was bent at the hips now, chest pressed against the car as her legs dangled helplessly. One of his hands rested on her lower back, keeping her down.

Something wet slowly swiped up her neck. "I've been watching you shake your hips every time you walk down the street like some whore just begging to be fucked. Like a bitch in heat." He grabbed her ass. "But you just keep walking and going to work as if you were a good, honest girl. Even when you go home every night and run straight to your vibrator. Seeing your eyes roll back as you abuse your poor clit was always the highlight of my day. I liked it better when you used your dildo, though. I liked pretending it was my cock stretching you out like that."

Dread bubbled inside her. Knowing someone was watching her every move terrified her. Her skin crawled--how hadn't she noticed him before? What else did he know? How long had he been watching her?

But what terrified her more was her body. She could feel the familiar wetness between her legs, the dull, warm ache in her lower stomach growing as he dug his fingers into her, wandering closer and closer to her core. Her face flushed.

"Don't you go to the office with that toy of yours sometimes?" he continued. "You don't think they know? I see your coworkers sneak glances at you and jack off in their seats while you're hunched over your desk and shaking from your orgasms. Your boss puts your seat near his just to hear you gasp and hold your moans back when anyone asks you a question. You're just another whore that enjoys the attention."

"I'm not a whore."

"You don't even have panties on," he laughed. "You're wearing nothing but thin leggings. And you're still trying to fuck yourself on me."

Without knowing, she had been lifting her ass in the air, arching towards his touch as he berated her. She pulled away. "I didn't mean to. You're forcing me!"

"Sure, sweetheart. That's why you're wet, right? Because I'm forcing you to be?"

"Yes!" she shot back. "It's a biological reaction to these--"

In one motion, he grabbed the top of her leggings and pulled them off. She yelped as the cold air hit her dripping pussy. Her adrenaline spiked; she didn't want to lose her first time in a parking lot, especially not to a stalker!

"Too bad you didn't bring your vibrator today, huh? Don't worry, I brought you one."

Something forced its way between her legs.

"You like it right here, right?" he murmured. "You always put your toy right here. I'll make sure you feel good."

Then, the object began to vibrate. She cried out, thrashing and kicking. He held the toy firmly against her.

"There you are," he cooed. "There's my little slut. It's okay, pet, let it all out."

His words barely registered to her as pleasure rocketed up her abdomen. Even if she twisted to try to get away from the intense feeling, he didn't let her escape.

The vibrator hummed, pulsing against her sensitive clit. She wanted to deny his touch, to push him away and scream for help, but pleasure warmed her body and sapped any strength she had left from her muscles. Against her will, her hips bucked against his palm. He was right; she didn't bring her vibrator to work today. But that also meant she had been craving this feeling all day, and pussy wept with need.

He noticed her body's reaction to his touch. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, still managing to keep pressure on her back to keep her in place. He planted a soft kiss on her ass, lapping at her skin.

A familiar, dense pressure began to grow in her stomach. With horror, she realized she was already close.

"W-wait, please," she begged weakly between her whimpers.

"Nope," he smirked. "I'm not stopping until you cum."

His tongue dove between her folds. Above him, her moans grew louder, echoing through the parking lot. She struggled even more, trying to move her cunt away from his face, but only succeeded in grinding herself down, shoving him deeper into her. Tears filled her eyes as he bullied her mercilessly; he lapped at her walls and flicked her clit with the vibrator.

"You're close, aren't you? I feel you twitching, pet." He hummed as he savored her juices. "Just let it out. Let yourself go."

"No, I don't want to!"

He shot to his feet. Fear filled her and blew her eyes wide.

"I wasn't asking."

Without hesitation, his fingers slammed into her pussy, pushing her over the edge. Her cunt clenched around them and her hips bowed as an orgasm ripped through her. She screamed as he fingered her through the high, pistoning in and out relentlessly as she came, curling over and over against her g-spot. Euphoria and shame flooded her mind, somehow forcing her walls to clamp tighter.

"Good girl. That's my good slut. I knew you would love my touch."

Exhaustion replaced her ecstasy as he pulled his fingers and vibrator away. She hated the grin in his voice and hated his praise even more, but through the haze of her orgasm, could only garble incoherently in response. Her body shuddered; she'd never had an orgasm so intense before.

And her first had to be with her stalker.

He whispered something else to her, something about taking her home, making her his forever. But she couldn't make out his words; she let her fatigue take hold and darkness fell.