Tavia’s Stalker

This story is written by Vivien, the owner of Tyfxxx. She has started her own blog with stories inspired by a real artiste, which I could remember being lead actress for many dramas my granny watch on TVBJ. So here goes!

Tonight was the night. For as long as he could remember he had been following her home from the tv station and after events, trying to recognize her car’s license plate number and find out the unit of the condominium she stayed in. Tonight was the night that he was going to harvest the fruit of his efforts.

He knew the security guard would leave to make his way home at 9pm sharp. True enough, at not long past nine, a man who appeared to be in his sixties walked to the bus stop. He waited for the guard to get a bus then made his way over to the condominium. With some effort, he managed to roll the fire engine access gate aside and made his way up the path, past the tennis court and to the swimming pool.

He decided to wait at the swimming pool as it was summer and even at night the heat was blazing. Like anyone else, she would like to take a dip in the water even though she could not swim well. However she would choose to do so at night as in the day she could easily be seen by others and it wasn’t that she didn’t like attention from others neither did she dislike it but everyone needs to be alone once in a while. After waiting for two hours, he gave up as it was dark and everyone believes in the supernatural to some degree. He then decided to make his way up to her apartment.

He made his way to the lift and pressed the button for the 10th storey. When he reached the 10th storey he got out of the lift and to her apartment. The door could only be unlocked with a key card but he didn’t panic as he knew another way – a password, which he had already memorized after his intense monitoring of her every movement. He punched the password into the keypad and a “beep” sound was heard signaling that the door was open.

He made his way inside and quickly identified her bedroom as the other two room doors were open – he assumed they were guest rooms. He quietly turned the doorknob, pushed open the door and tiptoed to her bed.

“Yi…” he called her name tenderly as he stroked her long brown hair. She was wearing an old t-shirt and cotton shorts for pyjamas, but he still found it sexy. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra under the shirt as her breasts were sagging slightly. He reached into her shirt and grabbed her left breast. It was so soft and it felt so warm in his hand. He could feel an erection coming on and started to unzip his jeans then removed his boxers to release his hardened manhood.

He reached into her shorts, delighted to discover that she was not wearing panties and started to rub her private parts. She was neither a light nor heavy sleeper and could feel the sensitivity even though she was rather deeply asleep.

“Ahh… Him Him, you naughty boy, I knew you had always been fantasizing about raping me in my sleep… oh, but I like it, mmmm… ” she moaned, mistakenly thinking the intruder was her boyfriend.

“She thinks I’m her boyfriend,” he thought, and his excitement increased. He slid down her shorts and penetrated her anus, its walls immediately closed onto his penis. “Oh my, it’s so tight, she probably is an ass virgin.” he thought and held down a scream of pleasure which would otherwise immediately rouse her.

“Him Him, actually I never asked for anal sex because I didn’t know you like it… oh yeah, you can use my asshole whenever you want… ahh… yes… fuck me…” He did as told, aroused by her words, while her fingertips circled her engorged clitoris. She was so tight, and it was not long before he came, filling her asshole with milky white cum.

“Please… fuck… my… pussy” she gasped as soon as he pulled his rod out of her ass. He was more than eager to do so, and pulled her legs apart before ramming his rod into her vagina.

“Ahhhhhh!” she exclaimed loudly and opened her eyes and realized that a stranger had violated her.

“Who are you and what are you doing here? You have 1 minute to get out of here before I call the police!” she screamed. He reluctantly pulled and ran out of the house without putting his pants back on. Despite the fact that his night did not go as how he would have liked it to be, he was still glad he had done her.

Published with courtesy and permission from Vivien, a fellow erotica author.

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