Raping the Redhead

She did not know how skilled a stalker I am, or what I do to women who anger me. She found out.

She said she liked my writing and wanted to get to know me. That as a 25-year-old she loved older men in their 60s. What she really loved was attention. She said she wanted to write together, then wrote very little. She said she loved nudes, and I thought she meant this went both ways. It did not. As with everything, it was about what she could get while giving next to nothing except bullshit stories and excuses and boring interactions.

We parted ways. Or so she thought. I found the school where she taught. The grade level. The classroom. She looked so innocent when she was teaching her little students. Almost like a pixie. Floating about her room smiling and laughing like an innocent little angel. Driving home to the condo she shared with friends. Plenty of male friends. Most near her age. A few older men who were obviously paying her. She loved those older men like me, didn’t she?

I am single, retired, and well-off. But she would not get a penny from me, because I really don’t like sneaky liars. Especially women. I determined her bedroom was on the second floor, in the line of sight of no nearby places where someone could see into it. I found an apartment for rent that gave me a line of sight, but from a good distance. Perfect. She would never suspect, because I had in my possession some very powerful, very pricey viewing equipment. I also had all the time in the world. I studied her and learned her schedule. I absolutely love what creatures of habit women are–especially when they feel safe and secure.

I would enjoy violating her in so many ways. Filling her with dread, as well as my cock. Seeing her unguarded behavior. Intimate behavior. As close as if I were next to her.

The first time was a Friday evening. Her light came on and I zoomed in. I could read the title of a book on her desk. My lense was that powerful. She wore a modest dress she had worn to work that day. She unzipped the back and stepped out of it. Her bra and panties were not so modest. I could see her red nai polish. And her puffy little nipples at the tip of her freckled tits through her sheer black bra. She wore matching panties. I saw that she had no pussy hair. Her pussy was an outie. She removed her bra and her tits were fully revealed. They sloped downward to light pink areolas. The nipples were semi-hard and darker than the areolas. Still in the middle of her bedroom, she turned away from me and slid her panties down her legs. She had an athletic bubble butt, very round and firm, and slightly freckled. She bent straiight-legged for a moment and I saw the meaty lips of her pussy between the backs of her shapely thighs. Clearly she had an athletic background, as her thighs were both shapely and powerful. The runs she went on eveey other night helped keep her petite body toned. I also got a quick glimpse of her little pink asshole. It felt so good to violate her privacy in such an intimate way.

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