Who is it? (JackStalker and Gianni Lucca)

[Jack Stalker]

Who is it?​

Keira Knight worked in a humdrum boring office job, buried away on some floor of a skyscraper far from any opportunities to meet and greet new people, stuffed away from sight in an office with twelve other women, all arranged for her by her single mother Nicole. She'd been at it for years now, and had turned twenty three with no other options in sight. It was no wonder that she had taken to dealing with her frustration online. When she was writing she could unleash her inner whore and be as depraved and debauched as she liked, it wasn't real, it had zero consequences, and as soon as she had put up a picture of herself as her 'avatar' she had gotten so many hits and offers to write that she had been able to pick and choose who she wanted to write with. Naturally, she didn't use her real name, and neither did she expect 'Jeffrey' to, although who knew? Maybe he was being more honest that 'Katie' her alias was.

The writing had started off in a romantic vein, but she found quite quickly that writing filth, depravity and dirty stuff was preferred, as it got her so wet that she almost soaked through her panties. Jeffrey was an animal, sick twisted and depraved with what he had been writing. In their cooperative fantasies she had been wrecked, physically fucked to the brink of destruction. He, or rather his character, had fucked her, or rather her character, in every hole she had. He had come deep into her bowels, her guts, her womb, every hole christened with hot boiling cum as he despoiled her. He'd even fantasized about fucking her until she got pregnant, screwing her ass, then eating it out, even pissing in her mouth, over her tits, staining her face with his sinful fluids. It was disgusting, making her somewhat queasy. It wasn't anything she would do in real life.

But there were things she would do in real life, like imagine him fucking her and fingering herself to the brink when reading his replies, plunging her fingers in and out of her tight pussy until she came like a fountain. She had spent many a night shaking violently, as an orgasm tore through her after a session online, writing what she was going to do to his character, or reading what he was going to do to her character. Then, one day, she'd crossed the line, lured into exchanges where the characters they used were clearly thinly disguised versions of themselves. She was 'Kira' then, the office worker who was frustrated with her job. He fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, no mercy, until she was so wrecked from masturbating that she signed off and didn't post again for a week.

But eventually she had to go back. for more. She was addicted and it was like he was her drug of choice.

It was different after that, more intense, and she never seemed to get tired of it. Often she wondered what might happen if they were to meet for real. How would thing play out in reality? Perhaps they would discover they hated each other, or maybe there wouldn't be enough time for hate, only animalistic pleasure? She'd only ever had one boyfriend, and he hadn't managed to satisfy her at all. She was ashamed to have had anything to do with him.

Then, one night, things changed. Her mother was away at a work conference for the weekend and Keira was sat in her room, upstairs in their detached suburban house, staring out at the back garden and wondering where 'Robert' was. She almost didn't hear the knocking when it came, but she tended to keep one ear open as the bell was out of order. It was a Friday evening, and she certainly wasn't expecting anyone.

She padded barefoot out of her room. She was wearing some loose fitting brown velvety PJ bottoms and a loose fitting white sleeved top, with a locket hanging low around her neck. She paused at a mirror to check her appearance... her hair was shoulder length, and while she had wide hips and a curvy ass and thighs, her torso was thin, toned and boyish, with her breasts a couple of small bumps and her arms slim and slender. She moved down the stairs two at a time, stopping in front of the main door as the knocking came again. She stepped up to it and slid on the chain, pausing momentarily to brush through her hair with her fingers. She looked a little dishevelled, as she had been fingering herself while reading over some of her recent communications with 'Robert' or 'Jeffrey' or whoever he was. She had been edging herself for an hour and her pussy was not only puffy and pink, but her inner thighs were slick with the secretions which had wept forth from her pussy.

She paused, not quite ready to open the door, waiting for the knocking to stop, then she called out loud enough to be heard through the heavy oak.

"Who is it?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

Keira's toes curled, gripping at the carpet beneath her bare feet, as she listened to the single word response. That was it? One word? It had to be him, Jeffrey, from online. Who else would simply answer like that, as if expecting her to know who it was. She felt her heart rate increase, her chest thumping like a jack hammer as her eyes went wide and her reply caught in her mouth. What was she going to do, what was she going to say, why was he even here? No, she shook her head, it was obvious why he was here... he was a sick, deranged, twisted pervert... he was here because he wanted her, wanted to fuck her, it was clear, but what was he going to do when he saw her? What if the reality didn't live up to the fantasy?

She felt herself creaming beneath her PJ bottoms, with no panties on she could already feel streams of her secretions streaking the insides of her thighs as she nervously licked her lips and her thoughts flailed about in uncertainty, not quite knowing what it was that she should do. If she was honest with herself, this was such a turn on, so arousing. To have a stalker, or some guy, who as so into her he would risk liberty and sanity, just to hunt her down on the off chance that she was as depraved as he was? That kind of thing didn't happen every day, did it? She checked the mirror by the door again, she was a mess, but it was going to have to do. Should she even open the door? Her brain said no, but her racing heartbeat and the slick river of sin dripping between her legs said otherwise. She owed it to herself to at least see who he was.

She opened the door on the chain, staring wide eyed at the handsome roguish man on the other side. He was old enough to be her father, for sure. He reminded her pf him, and of the wretched thoughts she had entertained regarding him, until he had up and left her and her mother. She'd always been into older men, men who knew what they wanted, who could take control and knew how to, well, fuck! There was nothing worse than having to deal with some beta who wanted to be cucked, or some submissive who didn't know what to do with his cock. Keira wanted, no needed, someone with confidence, who could take charge and make her come, make her come hard like in her twisted online fantasies.

Keira paused, looking him up and down, taking in what he was wearing, she wasn't feeling particularly attractive in her own outfit, which she kept out of sight, only her face appearing at the thin slit, just above the chain. "Jeff? Jeffrey? From... Pink Luna?" she asked hesitantly. "What... what do you want? Why have you come here? How did you find me?" she asked, nervousness and hesitation laced throughout her words as she waited there. It was ridiculous, she knew why he was here, he knew what he wanted and so did she. However, as long as she was on this side of the door and he was on the other, she had the power and the control right now. Once she opened the door, she would be at his mercy... and she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to risk that.

She licked her lips, stared him in the eyes and cleared her throat. Her mother would go nuts if the neighbours spoke to her about some strange man who had shown up, who Keira had let in. Her mother didn't allow her to have male visitors, not after her father left, so any casual socialising that she managed to do was away from home, unless it was a female work friend. It was stupid, what if she was into girls? Keira supposed that her mother knew she wasn't gay, so it was a safe bet. "You... you better come in, but keep your voice low, my mothers upstairs resting." she lied. It was crazy to let him in, but she couldn't risk leaving him on the doorstep any longer. "This is crazy." she let slip, undoing the chain and stepping back to allow him entrance, ready to swing the door closed after he came in. "Can I, uh, get you a coke?" she asked, shifting from foot to foot. "Or do you want something else?" she finished, the door clicking shut as she momentarily held her breath, waiting for a response..