Page 21 of The Secret Stalker
Peeling back the fabric I expose the bottom part of her panties and snip gently, all too aware how close I am to her pussy lips and then I see it. The plug. She’s being such a good fucking girl for Mack and it’s me who is going to be benefiting from it. My cock is practically leaking now. It’s time I made her mine. I lower myself to spoon her from behind, settling into a position where my slick cock is nestled between her thighs. Sophie murmurs and takes in a breath, deep in her sleep, and I lie very still moulding myself around her body, enjoying the way the heat of her pussy lips feels against my bare cock. I consider holding her to me, but I know less is more. Another time, but not our first time.
I withdraw my hips and then line myself up to her folds from behind, rubbing my tip along her slit then easing it in slowly, savouring every sensation that is coursing through my body. With bated breath, I begin my journey through her folds and to her entrance. I considered lube but I’m glad I didn’t coat myself because Sophie is wet enough even in her sleep. I know I can’t bury myself to the hilt without waking her so I stay still for a moment longer, the thrill of what I am about to do tantalising my mind and my body. I drink in her sleeping form as I begin to put my weight into my hips and thrust inch by inch, edging so gently into her sleeping form. Soon I feel heat coiling up in the base of my spine. She’s tight, more so because of the plug, I feel it as I push deeper and she begins to stir. I place my hand on her body finally, needing to touch her and calm her as she becomes aware of what I am doing to her. She moans, “Mack,” which sounds more dreamlike than awake.
I gently cup her breast and assume a voice as close toMack’s deep and gravelly one as I can muster. “Shh Baby, I couldn’t stay away,” I whisper.
Sophie’s hips move back to press into me, pushing me deeper inside of her and impaling herself on my cock. The whimper that escapes her lips is like syrup coating my soul as my cock weeps to hear it again. I’m finally buried deep inside the woman I’ve fantasised over since forever. She’s surrounding my cock with her heat and I have never felt more at home than in her bed, wrapped around her body. My cock aches for a release too soon and I’m not ready for all this to be over. I move my focus over to working myself in and out of her body from behind as I lower my palm onto her abdomen until the tips of my fingers meet the top of her pussy. Every time I slowly thrust back into her, her clit rubs up against my fingers, pulling out that sugar coated whimper that sounds so much better in her sleepy haze. I crave to hear it again and again, her pleasure becoming more important to me than my own. I reach further around her body, my other arm propping me up so my fingers can stay on top of her clit as I work myself in and out of her hot, tight hole. I feel her waking up to the pleasure that’s building, her body moving with mine, her breathing becoming ragged and her hands pressing into the sheets for purchase. I can barely hold on a second more but I need to hear her come, I need her come to coat my cock.
And then she’s gasping and clenching around me as I feel her climax wash over her, making her shudder and pulse around my cock and that feeling is everything I’ve ever dreamt of and more. I come undone by the sensations wracking my body from her pleasure, my pleasure, emotions I don’t care to indulge in but they’re infiltrating my blood stream anyways. My heart expands and breaks at the same time that she does not know it’s me but I push them aside as best as I can to holdher to my chest and thank the god above that he allowed this to finally happen.
“Mack,” she whispers beside me.
“Baby,” I reply, remembering the nickname Mack had used earlier.
“That was perfect,” she whispers, drowsy from her orgasm.
“Our secret,” I murmur back. I stay still, holding her, nuzzling into her hair and neck, breathing her in, savouring every last second I am with her. I know I can’t stay, in the daylight it’s glaringly obvious I am not Mack. I need her to stay sleepy so I lay quietly, absorbing every second I’m with her, inside of her. Breathing in her sweet vanilla and coconut scent from her hair and aware of every single place my body is connected and touching hers, I commit every detail to memory. When I feel her body relax back into me, heavy and peaceful, I regretfully slide out of her pussy and am followed with our joint desire spilling out onto the bed. I want to clean her up and take care of her but the longer I stay, the closer she is to discovering I am not Mack, and I can’t risk that. Not now I’ve had a taste of her, not now my obsession has just turned into addiction. I need more of her, this is only the beginning.
I carefully edge myself back off the bed. I pick up my clothes and turn to take one more look at my perfect sleeping beauty. My chest aches in a way I’ve never felt before. I lift the sheets to cover her perfect body and then I force myself to put one foot in front of the other and leave her peacefully sleeping. When I get to her kitchen, I pull my track pants on, pushing my sopping cock inside and then put my t-shirt on, mindful to keep my mask in place. I push my feet back into my shoes, pick up the key I had made and silently open the door. Heart racing, I step out into the bright lights of the corridor and gently let the door close behind me. I test the handle and it doesn’t move, no one else can get in here tonight without a key.I pull off the mask, run my hands through my hair and smile. I just had my woman.She’s mine now, Mack, and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.I don’t wipe the smile off my face as I take the stairs two at a time, nor while I take a shower reminiscing the entire event over and over in my mind until finally, in the small hours of the morning, sleep claims me.
THIRTEEN
Sophie
I roll over in bed and notice two things immediately. The first is the stickiness between my legs. The second is the plug still buried inside my arse. I begin to wonder if I had a wet dream when I feel my breast exposed and realise I cannot feel my panties. What the actual…? I gingerly sit up, careful not to jostle the plug too much but see the cut fabric of what I was wearing to bed. Panic begins to set in before I start to remember the gentle touch of Mack, how he held me to him and made love to me from behind, curled around my body like a big spoon. A shudder runs down my spine as I remember Mack between my legs and how utterly right it felt. He broke his own rule to visit me last night. He told me to keep it a secret. That’s all I remember of our remarkable tryst together. I’ve never had someone make love to me in the night, I could never imagine not being fully awake to take part and join in. But all this time I’ve been missing out on that lazy, sleepy orgasm I never knew I needed.
I kick myself at never applying for the somnophilia jobs, I never understood why anyone would want to do it. I’ve done plenty of things at the Clarendon, but having a stranger have sex with my sleepy body was a hard no until now.I’m such an idiot,I chastise myself. But at least now I know. Is it too late now? Would Mack allow me to take the somno job I always see when I check the Amber job board or does he want to keep me to himself and his friend? I don’t know whether I should ask him or not. But he knows where I work, what I do. He knows I take jobs, why wouldn’t he expect me to take one next week? But do I want to sleep with someone else now that I’ve had a taste of him? How the hell did he even get into my apartment? I know I should be alarmed, but when it felt so amazing, I can’t feel anything else except gratitude that he did get in.
I get up, finding my ruined top and panties hanging from one side of my body. Luckily for Mack, it was a warm evening and I wore the bare minimum to bed last night. I need to reconsider what I wear to bed if he is going to make a special appearance. I wash my face and use the toilet which feels all kinds of weird with the plug in and then I remember his words,“Our secret.”I wonder if he means to tell no one or that he won’t mention it. I guess there is only one way to find out. When I load the software I don’t see the green light next to his initials, but I lower to my knees and wait. He was a busy boy last night, he is likely still sound asleep. I love starting my day in this way. The anticipation of seeing him, the way my body heats and reacts to his every word. I wonder if there is an alarm that is triggered when I log on because it isn’t long before Mack fills the screen in his usual attire of just track pants and his mask. I wish I could see his face, to see the man who made love to me last night in the early hours of the morning.
“Good morning, Baby,” he grins sleepily which confirmsmy assumption there is an alarm attached to his side of the software.
“Late night, Master?” I purr and am rewarded with a slow and easy smile as he runs his hand through his hair.
“You could say that,” Mack replies.
“Wanna tell me about it?” I ask innocently.
“Oh I think you know what you do to me.”
“And you know exactly what you’re doing to me,” I say as the memories of last night play back in my mind.
“Show me,” he demands as if his brain is finally waking up to our evening foray before our nighttime foray. I know what he means so I slowly move onto my hands and knees and crawl around so that my arse is in the air for him to see how good I’ve been. “Such a good fucking girl,” he breathes out. “Take it out.”
I take a deep breath, I know exactly what he can see on screen and heat pools between my legs. Apparently watching it go in last night wasn’t enough, he needs to see it leave my body too. I reach my hand behind me, my fingers finding the base of the plug and I gently twist the plug, teasing myself and Mack, then I brace myself and begin the slow and burning stretch of pulling it out, inch by tiny inch as my arsehole stretches around the largest width of the bulb until it pops out and I’m empty. I turn and am rewarded by seeing Mack holding himself in his hand. I smile at the sight of him, the warm heat of my arousal spreading through my body.
“I love to see you like this,” I say hoarsely.
“I would love it even more if you could run your tongue up and down it, Baby,” he replies, his voice thick with desire along with his cock in his hand. Then he stuffs himself back into his track pants with a, “Soon.”
I let out a whine which curves up the side of his mouth. “Save your climax for this evening,” he instructs, which makes me whine again. I feel like my entire body is a humming ball ofdesire right now and I need to come. “I like to know my girl is all needy and ready for her job tonight. I am going to be throbbing for you all day today, is that fair?”
“Please let me come now,” I beg, feeling the tendrils of a building orgasm as blood pumps down to my clit and I know how engorged and ready it is for the slightest touch. Everything about this man turns me on and sets my pulse on fire. Just thinking about him turns me on and seeing him and listening to his voice which caresses my ears, does unchartered things to the chemistry of my brain and my body.
Completely ignoring my desperate plea, he says, “When you get home from your job tonight, I want you to call me on here.” His voice is thick with desire to match my own. That does at least bring me some comfort that he is just as needy for a release as me. He is denying himself along with me. The air crackles between us as I watch his eyes drag down my body as my hand inches closer to my pussy. “Be a good girl, Sophie,” he reminds me, which makes my traveling hand stop in motion and heat creep up the back of my neck. I lower my head slightly. “I’ll see you this evening, Baby.” And with that the screen goes blank. I still want to come so badly but I try to heed his instructions. Mack wants to own my orgasms, I can’t deny that makes the throb between my legs pulse even harder. It’s going to be a long day until I get to my client’s job this afternoon, I know that for sure. I have a feeling I won’t be seeing Mack in my booking but am still hopeful. I shake my head trying to physically clear the small voice in my head that tells me to touch myself, no one will know…
Instead I stand, shower and avoid that little bundle of nerves as best I can. I hurriedly eat breakfast and get myself ready because I have a golf lesson early this morning. I don’t know how I’ve managed to work at the Clarendon this long and avoid it so well. I don’t mind getting into work early to meetTye, I certainly don’t ever meet members like this, but I also have never been asked. This week is sure cracking up to be one for the memory books. Heck, I’ll be happy if this is my new normal but I know it can’t stay this way. I am currently going along with whatever game Mack is playing which should lead to somewhere interesting at the very least depending on how close he is to the other members.
Mack
