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Jack Stalker
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- Joined
- Dec 26, 2011
The Neighbour!
Frank Grant had finished a hard day’s work at the office and was glad to finally be getting home.
Of course most of the time he had spent at work he had spent snapping at his incompetent staff and assigning unnecessary duties to his menial assistants. It had mainly been to provide a distraction for him. It had been several weeks since he had moved into the new apartment building, which put him a stones throw from the city centre building where he worked. He shared the top floor with another tenant, which was nothing too unusual, except that of all the people in the building his neighbour was probably the only one he recognised on sight. He recognised her since her image was bored into his brain as surely as the rules and tasks of his job, as surely as his own name was etched into his consciousness. Her looks and her body were as unique as the foot long tube of flesh in his pants, which pulsed and throbbed at the thought of her.
Chiaki YamaKuri was like a walking, talking, live action, hentai whore, at least looks wise. He could not take his eyes off her whenever he met her, in fact now that he thought about it she seemed to always be around whenever he was. He had lost track of the number of times he had met her in the elevator or bumped into her on the stairs, or exchanged greetings in the corridor between their two apartments. She even seemed to be out in her half of their shared roof top garden at the same time that he was. He had also noticed her in the underground apartment car park and at a nearby coffee shop. In fact she seemed to be everywhere, tempting him to sinful and depraved thoughts with every passing minute. It was all he could do to stop himself jacking off several times a day, dreaming about the tightness of her young Japanese flesh sucking on his cock as he thrust into her hot wet cunt until it stretched out around him.
Was she stalking him? He had promised himself that he was going to devote himself to his work this month, to ensure he caught an important client and offloaded some of the software he had been working on. Right now, though, he was finding it difficult to focus on anything except the massive hard on she gave him, even when she was absent from his sight. Her flesh filled his thoughts, as did her face, as he imagined what it would be like to tear her flesh apart with his cock and feast on her.
Eventually it was too much for him. He had missed a client meeting and sent his assistant out for a ridiculously long list of crap he did not need simply to get some alone time relieving himself from the stress of having to endure the sight of her body without getting to do anything with it. At least that was the way it had been so far, he had a feeling that it was more than luck or coincidence that she seemed to be everywhere he looked or went.
Now that he was home he stopped in the corridor outside his apartment, throwing a look in the direction of her door as he took his time finding his keys. He put down the briefcase he had brought with him as he checked through his suit, wondering if she was going to be taunting him with her looks again... he really needed to contact some clients tonight and arrange some meeting to salvage that deal he was working on...
Frank Grant had finished a hard day’s work at the office and was glad to finally be getting home.
Of course most of the time he had spent at work he had spent snapping at his incompetent staff and assigning unnecessary duties to his menial assistants. It had mainly been to provide a distraction for him. It had been several weeks since he had moved into the new apartment building, which put him a stones throw from the city centre building where he worked. He shared the top floor with another tenant, which was nothing too unusual, except that of all the people in the building his neighbour was probably the only one he recognised on sight. He recognised her since her image was bored into his brain as surely as the rules and tasks of his job, as surely as his own name was etched into his consciousness. Her looks and her body were as unique as the foot long tube of flesh in his pants, which pulsed and throbbed at the thought of her.
Chiaki YamaKuri was like a walking, talking, live action, hentai whore, at least looks wise. He could not take his eyes off her whenever he met her, in fact now that he thought about it she seemed to always be around whenever he was. He had lost track of the number of times he had met her in the elevator or bumped into her on the stairs, or exchanged greetings in the corridor between their two apartments. She even seemed to be out in her half of their shared roof top garden at the same time that he was. He had also noticed her in the underground apartment car park and at a nearby coffee shop. In fact she seemed to be everywhere, tempting him to sinful and depraved thoughts with every passing minute. It was all he could do to stop himself jacking off several times a day, dreaming about the tightness of her young Japanese flesh sucking on his cock as he thrust into her hot wet cunt until it stretched out around him.
Was she stalking him? He had promised himself that he was going to devote himself to his work this month, to ensure he caught an important client and offloaded some of the software he had been working on. Right now, though, he was finding it difficult to focus on anything except the massive hard on she gave him, even when she was absent from his sight. Her flesh filled his thoughts, as did her face, as he imagined what it would be like to tear her flesh apart with his cock and feast on her.
Eventually it was too much for him. He had missed a client meeting and sent his assistant out for a ridiculously long list of crap he did not need simply to get some alone time relieving himself from the stress of having to endure the sight of her body without getting to do anything with it. At least that was the way it had been so far, he had a feeling that it was more than luck or coincidence that she seemed to be everywhere he looked or went.
Now that he was home he stopped in the corridor outside his apartment, throwing a look in the direction of her door as he took his time finding his keys. He put down the briefcase he had brought with him as he checked through his suit, wondering if she was going to be taunting him with her looks again... he really needed to contact some clients tonight and arrange some meeting to salvage that deal he was working on...