It has been some time since your crazy stalker kidnapped to you to his home god knows where. You stopped counting the days a long time ago but you're sure it's been over a year. And in all honesty, it's not THAT bad. Sure he's an insane psychopath who's obsessed with you to the point he'd rather kill anyone who looks at you wrongly than lose you but he's been decent enough with you. He gave you your own room, your own lockable bathroom, clothes, food... The only thing he didn't give you was freedom. You were stuck in this house, only allowed into the garden with impossible to climb fences, but at least you were able to get fresh air.

You don't know he sneaks into your room at night and watches you sleep, sometimes even cuddles you. You don't know he takes your used panties out of the laundry and jacks off while smelling them, cumming all over them. You don't know he secretly watches you shower through a secret peephole in the bathroom or the secret camera he hid in the vent on the ceiling.

And honestly, at this point you like his affection, his hugs, his tight embraces with his tight grip, his kisses all over your face, neck and anywhere he can get his lips on. His hands feel especially nice, they're strong and big compared to yours, his fingers long. And he knows exactly how to use them too.

You wouldn't call what you feel love just yet but it's definitely not disgust or hatred.

He loves to make you sit on his lap while he watches TV or plays games, sometimes handing you a second controller to play too or letting you take turns on single player games. His face resting on your shoulder while you both face forward, his chest pressed to your back with his arms around you... He can easily trap you and hold you in place considering he's like 2m tall.

But his favorite thing to do with you while you're on his lap is making you cockwarm him. Feeling you squirm against him until you pant and beg to ride him and be stuffed full like a pathetic whore.

It turns him on to no end, feeling you clench around him, begging him to move for stimulation, feeling your cunt get wetter and wetter the longer he deprives you of the sensation you desperately crave. It gives him such a rush of ecstasy knowing he can just hold you down by your hips with his hands, forcing you to sit still and hearing you whine and whimper for him. And it always ends the same way, you bouncing on his cock until you're babbling nonsense and have completely been fucked stupid while he forces climax after climax out of you. Seeing you squirt and seeing his cum drip out of your tight little pussy when he's done with you is one of his most loved sights.

But tonight...shall be a little different.

Lately, he has been gifting you low cut dresses for you to wear, dresses that barely cover your tits at all. You're convinced he sometimes just gets the wrong size on purpose to see them almost fall out. Some of the dress just barely cover your nipples, some are straight up see through.

You noticed he's been staring at your breasts a lot lately, be it your cleavage showing, you wearing one of the revealing dresses or when you're getting absolutely drilled by him anywhere in the house. He seems to be quite attracted to them.

The truth is he wants nothing more but to suckle on them. He knows you can't produce milk, tho he'd love to actually knock you up one day.

But they're so soft...and so big... he wishes nothing more than to squeeze them and feel them in his mouth. Make you shiver while he plays with them between his teeth and tongue.

He plans to make that fantasy a reality tonight. You've been teasing him all day since morning, wearing one of the see through dresses, bending over with your breasts on full display right in front of his face and pressing them against him from behind or during embraces. He can't take it anymore. He calls you to his room where he's sitting in his gaming chair, immediately pulling you into his lap the moment you enter. You're facing him, looking at him all innocently like you didn't know what you were doing. Before you can even blink the dress is gone from your body, laying ripped on the floor. He notices you haven't even been wearing panties under it, completely bare on his lap. Smirking he immediately brings his fingers to your cunt, rubbing your clit and pushing two of them in your already soaking heat as you gasp.

"Already soaked? Fucking slut, you knew what you were getting into huh?"

His degrading makes you shudder as you grind back into his fingers, needing more friction. He starts licking and nibbling on your neck, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys everywhere he can.

"you've been a very bad girl... I'm sure you're aware of that, right?"

He asks you in a husky voice as he lands a hard slap on your bare ass, making you squeak.

"Fucking whore, teasing me all day... I'm sure if you had the chance you'd flaunt your body to all those men in the street... But you're MINE. I don't share."

Another slap on your ass, making you mewl and clench around his fingers as he keeps playing with your clit.

"You're my plaything. My toy. My whore that I get to fuck whenever I want. MINE."

You pant, you can't help but get even wetter at his possessiveness and degrading.

"Look at you, coming undone from just my fingers alone. Pathetic bitch"

He thrusts his fingers up into you, making you see stars for a moment as you drool onto your own tits. You really are a broken slave to pleasure at this point.

"Fuck yourself on them. I want to see you cum from just my fingers alone like the pathetic fuckthing you are"

And so you start moving, riding his fingers as he swiped his thumb on your little sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan and pant as he watches you bounce on them, his eyes drifting from your face to your breasts. He can't help but watch them jiggle as you move up and down as he leans in and finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

This alone causes a cry of ecstasy from your throat as you release on his fingers, eyes rolling back.

But he's not done. Far from it.

He quickly withdraws his fingers from your heat, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness as he holds them up to your face. You immediately take them into your mouth, cleaning them off your own release.

"Good girl..." He mumbles against the softness of your chest as he suddenly starts sucking on the bud in his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue, causing a high pitched whine from you.

He moans at the feeling, it's even better than he imagined. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you grind it onto his own crotch, feeling his hard cock through his pants.

"Still so needy... So sensitive..."

He brings one hand up to your other breast and squeezes the soft plump flesh as he traces the nipple with one of his fingers before tugging on it. Your chest is the perfect size for his hand...

He keeps playing with your boobs, switching at one point so both get the same treatment, making you pant heavily until you can't take it anymore.

"Please..." You whimper "please... I need your cock inside me... I need you to cum inside me..."

He chuckles, latching off, pulling the bud with his teeth a little and making you shiver.

"You're so easy... So easy to rile up... So easy to break your mind with pleasure"

He pulls his pants down, freeing his hard dick, teasing your clit and entrance with the tip before grabbing your hips and slamming you down on it, making you take the whole length in one go.

Letting out a broken moan you throw your head back, trembling in his grip.

He grins, holding you in place and keeping you from moving, pressing you against himself fully before he pulls out almost completely and thrusts back into you.

Lifting you, he lays you on his desk and starts pounding into you at a rough and fast pace, feeling your heat envelope him completely.

"Always so tight... So perfect for me... My good little slut..."

He places your thighs on his shoulders, reaching even deeper into you as you grab onto anything you can find for support as you clench around him.

"I can feel you're close already... Cum. Cum for me. Cum for daddy..."

Almost on command a second climax hits you full force as your back arches off the desk, juices releasing around him as you tighten around his cock like you don't want to let him go. It doesn't take long until he spurts ropes of cum into you, trembling and moaning above you, catching his breath.

"Good girl..."

You inhale, thinking it's over as he pulls you up and back into his lap in the chair, but doesn't pull out.

"Don't think we're done. You're going to cockwarm me while I watch you play with yourself." His voice is full of authority as your eyes widen, you did not plan for this.

You flush red but reach down, rubbing your own clit as you feel his cock twitch inside of you and start rolling your own nipple between your fingers as he watches.

You're being stalked. And you're fully aware of it. There's this guy who's somehow everywhere you go, at the bus stop, at your workplace, even in the park.

You were creeped out at first, trying to get the police involved but of course they were useless, saying they can't do anything about it until something actually happens.

But now...you kind of relish in the attention.

You don't know that he's hidden cameras everywhere in your house. Your bedroom, your kitchen even your bathroom. You don't know that he's stolen your pretty little panties, fisting his cock with them every time he watches you shower on those cams. He even hid all your bras so you had to go out without one on once so he can stare at your tits bouncing, watching your nipples peek through the fabric of your top. You felt crazy when they suddenly returned into your drawer the next day.

He's leaving all kinds of gifts at your door. Your favorite flowers, your favorite chocolate...and he's recently got more daring. Today he send you another package. You open it while still standing on your porch and are greeted with lingerie, a dildo that's an exact replica of his own cock and some...special chocolate.

You stare at the package, quickly taking it inside with a blush on your face.

Taking the dildo out you give it a squeeze, your face reddening even more. Looking at the lingerie you debate with yourself for a second before deciding to try it on. Grabbing it you head into your bedroom before stripping your current clothing and underwear off. Standing naked in your room you pull the skimpy clothing on and...it fits like a glove.

You look into the mirror and you have to say, look ravishing. You're just a little concerned how he got your exact measurements. Little do you know that he made sure to cum onto those lacy little panties you're wearing before sending them to you.

You decide to eat a piece of the chocolate he sent you before laying down, still wearing the lingerie. It doesn't take long until you start feel very hot and bothered, wetness starting to soak your panties.

He watches with great interest as you writher and squirm until you have enough, starting to feel yourself up.

You pinch your own nipples through the flimsy and lacy bra, shuddering at how sensitive you are. Kneading and playing with your tits with one hand you reach the other down into your panties, rubbing your clit before sinking in two fingers. You're a trembling mess, all because of the aphrodisiacs he snuck into that chocolate.

You don't think you've ever been this wet in your life, feeling like an animal in heat you can hear the squelching of your fingers pumping in and out of your pussy at rapid speed.

When even that is not enough you grab the dildo frustrated and sit up. You suction it in your floor before you start hovering above it. It's huge... But you pull the panties aside and slowly sink down on it. It stretches you out so good it doesn't take long before you're bouncing on it. Up and down. He can't pull his eyes away from the sight.

Your tits bouncing with you, basically falling out of the flimsy fabric while you aggressively play with them, your fucked out blissed face, drool dripping down onto your chest.

He's fisting his own cock, watching you ride it's lookalike, timing his pumps with your speed.

It doesn't take long for you to crash over the edge, squirting all over the fake dick and floor. His jaw drops as he shoots his own cum onto his screen from the sight alone.

Panting you come to a halt, legs sore but still seated on the dildo. You look up, right into the camera with a slight smirk, knowing damn well he was watching.

Pulling everything back into place you stand up on wobbly legs, making sure the dildo stays inside and get dressed, heading out.

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In only a skin-tight revealing black dress and an oversized trench coat, she anxiously paced up and down the sketchy street they had given her. A few tough looking men stole glances at her, gossiping to their buddies about the fine woman wandering in a dangerous area.

When three finely dressed men approached her she felt a wave of relief that they had gotten to her first. That relief was short lived as instead of escorting her to their headquarters they began stripping her right there on the street.

She tried to reason with them to go somewhere private only to earn a smack to the face. They took her right then and there, shoving their cocks into every hole.

As she gagged and got pounded by their cocks she noticed bystanders starting to crowd around. They recorded her as they stroked their own cocks. Knowing that the men using her were mafia, they kept a safe distance as they enjoyed the show. That didn't stop them from throwing out the most degrading comments they could think of.

"Fucking slut."

"Yeah! Ruin those holes! That's all she's good for!"

"Fill her stupid cunt!"

"What a whore! Stuffed full of cock and still moaning for more!"

The mafia men pumped her full of cum; the audience cheered. Dragging her by the hair, they pulled her into a warehouse owned by the family.

There she was raped over and over again by every member of the gang, an unconventional welcoming party of sorts. Twisting her in uncomfortable positions, they chased their own pleasure, coating her skin in layers upon layers of cum.

They chained her up, dangling from the rafters, and fucked into her with bruising force. Those waiting their turn whipped red welts into her flesh. Her holes were stretched and filled; her jaw hung loose to be ready for another cock to slide inside.

Often as she lounged about her hand would stray down to her sex. What starts as idle rubbing escalates to pulling her toys out of the nightstand, which then devolves into her riding dildos suctioned to the floor or window pane.

One day she got an invitation in the mail for a welcoming dinner with the boys who 'just moved in' across the street. She hoped they hadn't seen her nude, or worse, seen her pleasuring herself.

The night was going surprisingly well: the boys were polite, the food was great, and there was no mention of her nudity. When they invited her to stay and watch a movie she happily agreed. They sandwiched her between them on the couch and flicked on the TV.

She was horrified to see herself on the screen bouncing back on a thick dildo attached to the window. The angle of the video made it clear that they had recorded it from this apartment, and knowing that the last time she used that particular toy was weeks ago she could assume they hadn't 'just' moved in.

"Wanna try that on a real cock?" One of them purred, his hand creeping over her thigh.

Her initial thought was to refuse. These were sick strangers who had been watching her walk around naked and masturbate for weeks. But another part of her, a hopelessly hornier part of her, wanted to have a real cock pounding into her. It would be nice to have these boys do the work of thrusting into her, saving her legs from doing as much of a workout as it took to ride the dildos.

She stood up, making them think she was about to leave. Instead she stripped bare for them before gesturing for them to do the same.

She sank to her knees, stroking and sucking their cocks as they crowded around her. The feeling of their hard members in her mouth was already way better than deepthroating her silicon toys.

With an insane amount of stamina, the boys fucked her all night. She cried out for faster thrusts, harder slaps, like a filthy whore. Unlike her dildos the boys shot ropes of warm cum into her holes.