0 comments/ 8394 views/ 0 favorites Stalkers And Other Aphrodisiacs Ch. 01 By: Namons The car pulled into the small parking area at the side of the road. He wasn't the first car to arrive but he was definitely the last. Taking his equipment out of the car and shielded by the other vehicles from the road he sat on the grass further from the road, looking down over the steep drop and into the valley below that was peppered here and there with very statuesque houses. But his interest lied with one in particular, so he took his time now to focus a simple zoom lens camera on the house in question. It didn't take him long to find her, and she was just as he expected, sleeping. He took the time to let his gaze brush over her face, tracing the subtle roundness to it and appreciating it as only someone obsessed with such beauty could. He saw her stir just then and decided he had better get everything in place. Pulling out a video camera he quickly sets up the tripod on the uneven ground, the camera resting level without any kind of adjustment of the legs. Flipping open the viewfinder he swivels it slightly so that it has the house in view and then rolls up the zoom so that focuses in on the house, picking one spot in particular and drawing in real tight. Satisfied he presses the record button and settles in on his stomach just behind the video camera to the left so he can keep an eye on it without having to move too far from his digital camera and it's viewfinder. Pleased with how things are going so far he looks through the digital camera and finds himself staring at a very beautiful woman sitting up in bed. He immediately begins taking pictures, almost snapping them like a paparazzi reporter, taking in the top half of her body as she sits there completely nude and stretching her slender arms over her head. Finishing her stretch she seems to smack her lips a few times, her hands going to her sides and the smoothing up her body to cup her breasts and casually squeeze them once before reaching down and flinging the sheet off of her exposing the rest of her nakedness to the world. For some reason though she seems distracted today and she just leans back against the headboard, sprawled out in a very casual manner on the bed. Her hands rest in her lap and she seems to lost in thought, her eyes sweeping the view of the cliffs almost as though she were looking for something. He watches with some trepidation, his heart rate speeding up as he wonders idly if she will see him and what she might do if she does. Her hands on her lap begin to move, and he can tell that she is, feeling herself alone, indulging in some recollection of the night before. Almost too casually the hands stroke her skin, brushing her thigh, stroking her sides, not really touching her more intimate areas but instead just fanning her flames, almost as if she knew she was being watched. Continuing to watch through both his camera and the video camera which right now is dead focused on her in the bed, he takes photos of her in her arousal, his heart jumping into his throat when her hands casually cup her breasts and begin to play with them, the brush of fingers over the front irritating her nipples in a way she obviously finds pleasurable. After a few of these she traps one between two fingers, pinching down and letting out a gasp that only she can hear, repeating this over and over as her flame becomes brighter and brighter. Just as casually she stops playing with her breasts, leaning back hard against the headboard and spreading her legs good and wide almost spanning the width of the bed as her fingers begin to explore the focus of her arousal. She is of course timid at first, stroking the inner thighs, brushing the backs of her hands against the lips of her cunt, collecting a mild seepage of fluids that is forming there and licking it off the back of her hand almost like a cat cleaning herself. Then it happens, she takes one finger and calmly traces the length of her slit, parting the lips even further before pushing the finger in roughly, letting out another silent groan and arching her back in pleasure. He was beside himself with arousal, watching her begin to play with her body as she recalled what she had done the previous night. Laying flat on the grass in order to keep out of sight his erection began to form and press in a protesting manner against the ground as it filled out and made his position more and more uncomfortable. Licking his lips as she began to more forcefully fuck herself with the single digit he shifted his position and pulled into a squatting position. His cock pressing madly against the tight denim jeans he was wearing and though he knew it was dangerous he deftly pulled it out and begin to stroke it's length. Peering into the video camera viewfinder now he watched her add another finger, her body language that of a grunting and thrashing beast now as his own hand began to brush up and down the length of his cock in a similar manner. Every so often he would stop and rub his thumb over the tip of his cock, painting it with his pre cum as he watched her masturbate for him. It caught him by surprise, unable to tell how far gone she was without any sound to help him but in the viewfinder her body suddenly went rigid. He knew what it meant, and began to stroke his cock furiously, her mouth open and her body arched so tightly he was sure she would pull a muscle. Then it happened, she closed and opened her mouth over and over again while her juices didn't just drip but squirted from somewhere deep within her, split into a few streams by her fingers she didn't seem to care. He read her lips as she came, watching her go "Fuckkkkk..." over and over again as she continued to squirt onto the bed sheets in front of her. This was all he needed and his cock discharged, shooting gob after gob of cum over his crossed legs and down onto the grass where he had just been laying. They both took their time coming down from their mutual orgasm, her sitting there in a pool of her juices, him resting quietly, camera in one hand, dick in the other as he massaged every last drop out of his balls. He hadn't been expecting her to be this aroused but knew that because of this he'd be here all day watching her just to see what else she might do and what other video and pictures she would provide for his future pleasure. Stalkers And Other Aphrodisiacs Ch. 02 Silently I followed the couple down the street. They seemed absorbed in themselves, her laughing at his jokes and putting her soft hand on his strong arm. They were fresh from the restaurant I had just watched them dine in and were turning down the street to go for a walk down along the wharf. They suddenly seemed preoccupied with something, the man whispering in her ear causing the woman to shudder. She had led more than one man down here though, putting on a good act when the nature of the conversation turned in the direction she expected. Knowing where she would take him next I veered off and into the business complex just south of where they would stop to relax and watch the surf. It was late at night, no one else around as I entered and walked past the public bathrooms on the first floor while heading to the stairwell. I would not need to travel far to get to where my equipment was set up. I quickly arrived in the office I had been renting. The camera and the video camera were all set up. I first moved to the camera so I could get the shot framed properly. She normally chose the left side of the bench but he had pulled her down at the right side of it this time. It was of the old style with the wood going laterally across the metal braces, and I smiled briefly as the woman's date immediately kissed her, pressing her body against the back of the bench. She responded as any interested woman would, grabbing at him and then pulling his hand, which had already found her breast, into her lap. They continued to make out and then he pulled out of the kiss, looking at her in slight shock. She just nodded which illicited a smirk from him. How little did he realize she wasn't doing it for him. She was selfish, thinking only of herself. I settled in my chair and began to take pictures as the strong man holding her ran his hand back up her thigh and to her core which was free and open to his touch. Her back arched as soon as he touched her. His fingers deftly begin to stroke her lips, teasing her briefly but then, like any other man, pushing right for her clit, circling it with his finger briefly then beginning to pinch at it. None of this was seen from my lofted position of course but her face was already twisted in the mixture of pain and pleasure she took from the abuse of normal men. The man on the bench continues to play with the clit, his thumb most likely pressing against it now, pushing it roughly left and right as he ground the digit against it while his fingers begin to push between her lips, penetrating her there on the public bench. It was over quickly and she stiffened and grabbed at his arm, shuddering from the touch of his fingers to her g-spot, her juices flowing from her pussy as she came. I cursed myself. The man had gotten lucky, pushing his fingers upwards at just the right spot. Now she was flushed with pleasure and soaked with her cum. I watched as the flushed look of her face turned to a blush. She whispered something to him and he nodded, leaning back on the bench in a rather smug fashion and letting her slip away. I realized sharply, my half erect member in my hand, that she was coming up into the building to use the public bathrooms on the first floor. My voyeuristic tendencies told me I should find a way to sneak in and watch her clean herself. My lust made me angry though. I stood up and headed for the stairwell, my cock in hand. I quickly reached the first floor and came out just after the door to the ladies bathroom eased shut. I followed her inside. She was in front of the mirror, looking at her makeup, the purse laid out on the counter top when I arrived. She did not see it coming somehow as I reached for her and grabbed her, pulling us into the toilet stall and closing the door. I grabbed her hair and kept her face turned away from me as pinned her body to the closed door of the stall. For some reason she just whimpered from the rough grabbing and throwing of her body against the bathroom stall door and so I wasted no time. My erection was almost full now and I reached between us and lifted her skirt knowing there was nothing underneath and pressed the thick knob of my cock against her thighs. She squeaked and began to put up a fight now, though no screams were ever made and no words were spoken. I used my feet to spread her legs and thrust my hips against her soft tender body. She cried out only when I found my mark, the head of me pushing into her and the thickness of my shaft spreading her lips and penetrating her. She grunted and groaned as I raped her there in that bathroom stall. The fact that she did not scream out or fight back once the act had begun let me to believe she knew about me. That she had been playing me all along, knowing I was watching her, taping her, and had wanted me to present myself in this fashion for some time. Rape fantasy is a strange thing and most, when pressed to play it out, are cowards. She willing went along after putting up the prerequisite fight, and her need was evident in her use as I continued to fuck her hard. I had been holding back for some time myself and I am certain I did not last more than a minute or two before my body slammed hard against her and stayed there, my seed shooting up inside her. She quivered as a small orgasm overtook her from the feeling of my thick cock flooding her body with my semen. Realizing what I had done, even though the victim had, in her actions, proven herself complicit to the act, I withdrew and then pushed her aside, running from the bathroom and back up the stairwell. I sat there for a long time up in the office. My body shook and I verbally chastised myself for what I had done. So absorbed was I in this that I did not hear her approach. It was not until she was moving around in front of me sitting in the chair that I noticed her and begin to sit up. She pushed a finger to my lips, keeping any awkward words from spewing from my lips. She then knelt at my feet and took my mostly limp and juices soaked cock and kissed it, sucking it into her mouth, cleaning it. I looked on in shock as she did this, not aware of the depths of her perversion as she licked me clean. She then licked her lips and looked back at the camera and video camera positioned and facing the beach outside. "Keep taping me. I will give you more of what you desire." she said, and then stood up and walked out.