Mr Stalk

Last night I went to the Admiral Duncan on Old Compton street with a few mates for a few pints. My flat is only about ten minutes away but on the walk home I managed to get a stalker. I first noticed Mr Stalk walking behind me as soon as I left the pub but figured he’d eventually fuck off. He didn’t.

After a while it got a bit scary. He was closer to me and there was no one around on the street.

“What do you want?” I yelled. He didn’t reply.

So I just kept walking. I decided not to look back and just go directly to my flat. But soon I heard his footsteps right behind me. I turned around and he was right there.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked. I was so fucking scared he was going to kill me.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” he asked. Now I won’t lie to you: Mr Stalk was actually quite hot. Although he was short, he was very tanned, clean-shaven and had short dirty-blonde hair. From his accent I thought Mr Stalk was probably German. Under normal circumstances I definitely would have fucked him.

“No,” I said. “Now fuck off.”

“My flat is just here,” he said.

“That’s nice,” I replied and kept walking. By this time I was already starting to come around to Mr Stalk. He was fucking scary but he was hot.

“I’m only here for tonight,” he said. “I’m staying with friends. I just want to have sex and you’re really hot.”

“Well you’re not going to get in my pants by fucking stalking me,” I replied and still kept walking although by now I was actually secretly hoping that he wouldn’t go away and would keep pursuing me.

He grabbed my left shoulder and turned me around, grabbed me by the waist and started to kiss me. At first I wouldn’t let him kiss me but then I decided to just let it happen and Mr Stalk was actually a good kisser. But no, this was fucked up. I stopped him.

“Sorry,” I said. “I have to go.”

I started to walk away again but he did exactly the same thing. I was quite drunk and I was now thinking that the only way I could get Mr Stalk to leave me alone would be to fuck him. So fuck him I did.

We went back to the flat he was staying in which wasn’t actually that far from my flat. We didn’t do oral at all (I just wanted to get it over and done with). We made out for a bit and then I put on a condom and stuck it in his ass. Mr Stalk was obviously a slut as he wasn’t all that tight. The only position I fucked him in was doggy-style. I’d had enough with switching up positions!!

Mr Stalk came twice while I was fucked him. The first time he came was after about five minutes of me pounding his fleshy ass and stroking his quite large, uncut cock. He then waited for about five minutes, started jerking off again and ten minutes later he came. When I started moaning that I was cumming, Mr Stalk whipped himself around so his face was at my cock and I pulled off the condom and jerked off in his face. I shot every single shot in his mouth and he gobbled it up like a little whore.

After changing the sheets, Mr Stalk fell asleep and I left. How could I actually have done such a thing? How could I possibly have just had sex with someone who followed me home? He could have fucking killed me!!