She lurks outside the house, crouching behind one of the many shrubberies surrounding the residence. The rainy night renders her nigh-invisible, droplets pattering against the hood of her black raincoat. Her boots, black to match, sink slightly into the muddy earth. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her gaze is fixed upon the many windows of the house, with a particular focus on the farthest left one on the second floor.
She knows exactly where he sleeps. She knows where every member of his family sleeps, and can mostly predict when each of their lights will go out. He is right there in that far left window. His sister is the next one on the right, separated by a connected bathroom that has no windows at all. His mother and father sleep in different rooms on account of his father’s unbearable snoring. They’re on the first floor, each occupying a different corner room with different corner windows.
All of this information is important. She tracks each light and mentally marks each sleeping person. She anxiously fiddles with the crowbar in her hands as she concentrates. She applies a bending motion to it, and then a reverse flexing motion, though it does not bend. There. The last light, his insomniac sister’s, has gone out.
She creeps out from behind the bush and checks her surroundings. Nobody is watching. She darts across the lawn, clearing the yard in seconds and pressing her back against the side of the house. She cannot see much of anything from here; the front porch light is blocked by the wall and the moon offers no help. She reaches out for a gutter that she knows is there. Hanging the crowbar from her belt, she gently pulls her weight up the gutter. If she isn’t careful, it may fall off the house and make a tremendous racket.
But her motions are practiced and that practice pays off. She reaches his window, slowly edging off of the gutter and placing her feet onto his outer windowsill. She unholsters the crowbar and takes a deep breath. The heavy rain masks the sound of her crowbar snapping the flimsy locks on the window. She smoothly lifts the window and swings herself inside, landing silently with her legs bent heavily and spaced far apart.
Moving to silence the sound of rain coming through the window, she quickly but carefully brings the window back down and then glides into a dark corner. This is the only part of the plan that is more guesswork than careful premeditation. He stirs, just like she knew he would, and sits up in his bed. He turns to the window, disturbed by the noise, and shines the flashlight on his phone across the now-empty space.
“…hello?”
The call is uncertain and she can tell he feels silly even doing it. His tired voice is like music to her ears. Her eyes narrow predatorily while he swings the light everywhere except the spot she’s chosen. She could step into the light right now, make her case and plead with him to see reason. He wouldn’t understand. He belongs to her. He just doesn’t get that. He has a lot of nerve posting about his new girlfriend.
She remembers when he would talk to her in that sleepy voice. Early mornings were like scenes from heaven with him. She would breathe deep into his morning breath and pull him close to her. He would cradle her head against his chest, trying to shift his pelvis away from her so she wouldn’t feel his morning wood. He was always so worried that she would be disgusted by his urges, unaware that she was so addicted to fulfilling them. She wants to touch him so badly, but she has to resist for now.
He gives up the halfhearted search after a few minutes, rolling onto his side and pulling the covers over his shoulder. Now this is just a matter of being quiet. She creeps out of the corner, having already slipped out of her wet boots and coat. She wears a loose and thin nightgown beneath it, the gray cloth tantalizingly see through. She stops at the dresser that sits a few feet from the foot of his bed. She checks her makeup and looks into her own eyes in the mirror. There is not a shred of doubt in those eyes about what she is going to do.
She turns and finds that, yet again, she knows him better than anyone else ever could. The foot of his bed was loosely covered by untucked blankets. He kicks them loose in his sleep, just like he did when they were together. She had planned on this. She bends at the waist and lifts the blankets over her head, crawling beneath them and onto his bed. His legs hang widely open, a manspreader to the end, and she nestles herself comfortably between them. Even from here she can feel his scent beginning to pervade her nose. It’s nothing short of intoxicating.
She knows that she might not have much time. She has to remind him who he belongs to. He sleeps in just his boxers, and she can’t help but employ one of his favorite foreplay techniques. She presses her nose deeply into his bulge, the smell of his cock easily bypassing the cloth and flooding her senses. Her eyes roll back as she takes him in, letting her tongue fall of her mouth and lick the white cloth until it grows dark with saliva. He moans in his sleep, tossing his head but not waking.
Unable to resist any longer, she pulls his boxers down with her long nails and props herself up by the elbows. She’s seen this cock hundreds of times, but still she is overcome with lust as it springs out and towers over her. She takes just a moment to appreciate the unrestricted smell of it before falling to the base and lovingly placing kisses on the shaft. He gets hard fast, and his 7 inches form a tent beneath the blankets while her mouth goes to work on his balls. She suckles them gently, massaging each testicle in her mouth until his sack is well coated with saliva.
She leaves pink lipstick kisses all over the base of his shaft, moving up it slowly and savoring every inch. How long has it been? 4 months and 12 days exactly. Every second of it was torture without him. She reaches the tip and lets her tongue tease his hole while her lips close tightly around his head. He moans audibly at this, his face scrunching up and his cock twitching. It was always so funny to her how the slightest sounds would wake him, but you could sock him in the gut and he wouldn’t rustle.
The taste of his tip is too much for her. His precum is slightly salty but to her it is the sweetest candy. She can’t help herself anymore. She plunges down onto his cock, a loud slurping sound accompanying the wet noise of her lips pressing against his waist as she takes his whole length effortlessly. She could stay here forever, holding his beautiful cock deep in her throat until the lack of air kills her. She does stay for a considerable period of time, feeling every pulse and twitch of his thick cock against the walls of her throat. She pulls back up for air, gasping and smacking her lips before going back down.
The noise is finally enough, and he wakes with a great start. He’s dazed and disoriented, obviously in his own room but being assaulted by an unknown force. Oh but he does know who it is. There’s only one person it could ever be. He wildly pulls the covers up and reveals her throating his cock. She looks up at him, eyes filled with lust, and begins to swirl her tongue around his shaft just the way she knows he likes it.
“Y-you! You crazy bit-nnnngh~”
This is also part of the plan. She pays careful attention to every pulse and every throbbing vein in his cock, and she wants him to be awake right at the edge. His cock grows in her mouth as she comes back up for air, slamming a hand over his moaning mouth. She rapidly draws herself up and dives back down, massaging his balls while he attempts to scoot back into the headboard and away from her. He cannot control his body, though, and before he can shove her off he throws his head back as a rocking orgasm overcomes him.
He unloads an unfathomable amount of cum into her mouth, the hot fluid filling her mouth completely as she coaxes it out of him. Her lips are a suction cup on his tip, not allowing a single drop to escape. He bites down on her hand as he regains himself, causing her to growl in pain as she retracts the injured hand from his mouth. Before he can throw her off, she crawls up his chest and slams her lips against his, pushing his head against the headboard and shoving her tongue into his mouth. The copious amounts of cum and saliva mix in their mouths as they make out, him trying to break out and her using both hands to hold his head in place.
He gives up on being gentle with her. Creating a small pocket between his hands and her gut, he swings his fist upwards and hits her hard. She coughs as the air floods from her diaphragm, splattering their concoction across his face and pulling back in pain. She looks wildly down at him and attempts to grab at him again, but he places both hands on her chest and throws her backwards. She hits the wooden foot of the bed and giggles maniacally, the pain only increasing her arousal. He rolls quickly before she can recover and is on his feet.
“Look you fucking maniac,” he hisses, “you fucked it and I’m awake. Just get out of here and don’t come back. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh honey, hurt me? You already killed me when you left me! You are MINE. Not that other bitch’s! MINE!” She whispers back, gesturing wildly at him and then herself.
His face fills with a mixture of fear and determination as he squares his shoulders and prepares for a fight. She jumps off the bed at him, latching onto his shoulders. They tumble backwards with the momentum until they hit the wall, a loud thud shaking the room. She leans into his ear as he pants and tries to shake her off.
“Don’t you remember how good I make you feel? How much you loooove me on your cock,” she whispers seductively into his ear. He grunts and tosses her to the bed.
“You’re fucking insane!” He says it with great effort as he recovers his breath. Yet, the action sends blood coursing through every part of his body. Every part. Despite his fear and recent orgasm, he has gotten almost all the way to full mast again.
“Oh my! Look at that honey! He remembers how I made him feel, hahahaha!” She laughs in a high pitched tone as she spreads her legs on the bed, exposing her wet pussy through the sheer nightgown. She pulls the cloth up as he begins to charge her, intent on finishing the conflict.
Right as he reaches her and tries to grab her, she springs her upper body upwards and wraps her arms around his shoulders. She pulls him down onto her, and his cock slides into her begging pussy. Her eyes roll back again as his full length nearly kisses her cervix, and she wraps her legs tightly around him to prevent him from pulling out. She’s deceptively strong and his position makes it hard to fight back as she holds his face in her chest and his dick in her. She begins to rock her hips, thrusting for him as she moans loudly.
He begins to grunt and squirm beneath her, trying to fight but being sabotaged by his own body. He can’t muster the strength against the growing pleasure. Her walls close tightly around him, and her tits are just as warm and soft as he remembers.
He also remembers his girlfriend, her gleaming smile and how devastated she would be to see this. He roars and lifts her clear off the bed, but she does not release her grip. Now she rides him from the air, him holding her up with his arms beneath her legs while she bounces on him. The pleasure actually grows, and he begins to spasm against his will. Just as he is about to cum, they hear the sound of a door opening. A light flicks on from underneath the bathroom door, the one he shares with his sleepless sister, and the sound of a toilet being raised stops them both.
She gazes hungrily and deviously into his eyes as they listen to the usual noises of someone using the bathroom. He gives her a warning glare, but she begins to wiggle her hips. He can’t help but moan out as she bites into his neck and lets her hot breath roll down his shoulder. A voice calls from the bathroom.
“Dude? Are you alright in there?” His sister’s voice comes muffled through the door.
“Uhhh, yeah! Just having some sort of…ngh…cramp! Having a cramp! Fuckin….hurts.” He holds her in place as best he can while he tries to stifle moans.
“….allllright man. Good luck with that I guess.”
“Thanksssssss.” She drives herself down onto his cock, rotating her hips and biting hard onto his ear lobe as she senses him getting closer to cumming. He bites his own lip to stifle a loud cry, instead emitting a low moan as he digs his nails into her back.
The pain drives her crazy, causing her to moan and bounce even faster. They hear his sister turn off the lights and close her door, and he immediately slams her back into the bed.
“Let go of me! Fuck! Fuck! God you’re so fucking tight I said let me GO.”
“Nuh uh honey~ I can tell you want this. Don’t you want to cum in me and make me yours? Come on~”
“I’m not cumming you freak. Last thing I need is a second you in the world!”
“Oh really? What if I do this~”
She gazes deeply into his eyes as she slowly gives him a little leeway with her legs, which he uses to attempt to pull out. Right as his tip is about to leave her, she tightens her legs and slams his whole length into her. The motion hurts inside like shes been punched in the cervix, but pain is pure pleasure in her mind. She presses her head into the mattress as her eyes roll back and she feels her walls close around him in intense orgasm. She moans in ecstasy, and the arousal of it all overcomes him. He shoots out endless ropes into her womb, cumming against his will as he collapses onto her. His cock breathes slowly as she lets him go, oozing out cum while he doesn’t even bother to pull out anymore.
“I’m fucking…reporting you…to the fucking cops.”
He finally pulls out of her and can’t help but admire her form, dripping with cum and panting helplessly. He bends down to pull his underwear back on, wondering how he’s going to go about this now. When he stands back up, she has already gotten behind him. She stands next to the jimmied window, pulling the window up. Rain sweeps in and soaks through her thin gown, now unprotected by any coat.
“You can keep the coat and boots, honey. I stole them. You want to do this again sometime?”
She giggles again, almost inaudible over the storm, and deftly swings herself over and out before he can reach her.
“W-wait! Shit!”
He looks out the window and into the yard, but her figure has already vanished into the torrent.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11snx3y/windows_mf_noncon_male_victim_stalking_sleeping_bj
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