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Bereft - Stripper Obsession
From the very first second I saw her, I knew she was a woman that loved to be watched. She was driving her jeep through my neighborhood. The doors and covertible roof and been taken off the jeep, and the radio was blasting.
Her long brash red hair caught my eye as she zipped up the street. Her hair glowed in the summer sun, and the unnatural color seemed to yell “look at me!” And my eyes lingered because she wasn’t wearing much. She had on a tight little tank top that did little to manage her full breasts, which I could see jiggling even as she drove by, and a pair of little shorts that gave a view to some lovely long legs. This woman had an incredible body and obviously loved to show it off.
I couldn’t help staring, and I think she flashed me a smile as she drove away. She was a woman that liked to be watched, and I am the sort of man that loves to watch women. So naturally I had to find out where she lived. It took a few hours of driving around, but I did manage to find her jeep parked outside her place that afternoon. Then I sent the bird over to figure out which apartment was hers, and lastly to install the lenses so I could watch her.
She had a full life. There were frequently friends coming over, people calling, and naturally she exercised that amazing body a lot. It turned out that she was a stripper, and actually even had a pole to practice on in her place. She spent at least an hour or so a day gyrating, wearing very little if anything. At first it was a lot of fun. God I loved to watch her work her perfect body. Especially after she got going a while and the sweat was glistening on her tight stomach, and started to show on her sports bra, or her tight little bottoms.
Her sex life was also amazing. Of course she got it whenever she wanted, and that was several times a week. Sex was definitely a big part of her life. Mostly I think they were guys that she met while stripping and they seemed to run in two types, men that had a lot of money, and athletes. Naturally she seemed to like fucking the athletes the most, but she would also really coo when men brought her gifts.
It went on for weeks this way, me watching her perfect life. But I started obsessing about meeting her. It's true that I lacked the two things that turned her on, money and muscles, but I wanted her so bad. And something hot had worked out with Fergusen’s wife, Samantha the girlfriend of the biker, the Ice Queen, and Adrienne, so for some reason I was confident about my chances with her. It was true that every time I had used the cameras in some way to meet women, it had been successful.
There aren't that many high end strip clubs in the city, so it wasn't hard to figure out where she worked. And it turned out that they even had her pictured as a featured dancer on their website. By watching the cameras, it was pretty obvious when she was leaving for work. So one night I followed her over there and waited in the back of the crowded bar to watch her strip.
They introduced her as Candice when she came out. She was wearing a little stripper outfit that barely contained her body. She started gyrating on the pole in the way that I had now watched her do tons of times through the cameras. She looked so long and lean and beautiful. The object of lust of every man in the room. And she knew it, and was confident about handling it. God I wanted this woman. I felt like I wanted her more than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life, but at the same time I know I felt this way about other women. It's the sweet agony of lust that every man feels for certian women, that is all consuming. It's one of the reasons we do all the stupid things we do to get them.
She had slowly stripped down to nothing but a G string, and I got to see her nearly naked body flex and work in the flesh, instead of through the cameras. Her sweet full breasts bobbed, her tight stomach undulated, and that rock hard ass had never looked more perfect. I was entranced. I could easily watch this woman's body for hours. And I guess I had often done just that in the last few weeks. I wasn't the only one that loved to watch her. Soon she had gotten so many 1s and 5s that it appeared that she was wearing some sort of bizarre grass tutu made of money.
I left when it was time for her to get off the stage and work the crowd for lap dances. I was desperate to meet her, but not like this. I wanted to start some sort of relationship with her and this was not the right place to begin. So I went home and watched the cameras for hours waiting for her to get off work and show up at her place. When she finally came home, she was a little drunk and in the company of a huge guy. I would guess that he was a football player or something. He was probably about 6'5" and probably easily weighted 300 pounds. He had huge arms, each of which appeared to be bigger around than her waist.
He was constantly scooping her up and holding her in the air, which she obviously loved. The size and strength of a mountain of a man was something that really turned her on. They started kissing, and it wasn't long before she turned around and rubbed her perfect hot ass into his crotch. Naturally it didn't take much of that to get him hard, and her reaction was to kneel down in front of him. She smiled and slowly unzipped his pants. I was kind of relieved that his cock was about the same size as mine, and it actually looked kind of small on his huge body. But still I would guess that it was 7 or 8 inches, and that gave her plently to wrap her little hand around and suck. She had kind of a showy way of giving head. She kept eye contact with him while she sucked his cock, and gave him a really slow stroke with plenty of suction. She definitely understood that one of the biggest turnons was watching her pretty face with his dick in her mouth.
A few minutes of this and guy really wanted to fuck. He pulled her up, yanked her panties down, and then scooped her up in his arms. She still had a little top on, a short skirt and shoes. But he entered her right away. She was a loud fuck, which came as no surprise by now. The second he started fucking her, she started yelling out moans that were right of a porno movie. She looked tiny in his arms, hanging off the ground on just his arms and his cock. And this seemed to drive her really wild. She was strong herself, and her body still managed a nice rolling rhythm to match his fucking even though she was hanging in the air. Her long lovely legs were wrapped around him, and her high heels seem to dig into him like spurs as she rode him for all he was worth.
He finally he pulled off her top. Still holding up her body with one massive arm, his cock still inside her, he yanked it off and threw it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her full breasts started bobbing freely with every thrust. He held her out, with her head in one of his hands and her body supported with the other, almost horizontal to floor while he fucked her. He was staring at her incredible tits, obviously mesmorized like I was with the way they bounced with each thrust. I think her breasts were actually real, the bounced more freely like real tits do.
Then he told her to draw her knees up her chest so he could turn her around. She obeyed, putting her high high heels on his chest and curling up into a tiny ball. She was held there for several minutes, riding his cock, pushing her feet against his chest while he held her up in the air. At this point she managed to get even louder, clearly loving the feeling of giving in to his power, of being completely fucked.
Next he actually turned her around up in the air, with his dick still in her. It was amazing how strong he was, he actually managed it fairly quickly. Then she was standing on her high heels, facing away from him while he fucked her from behind. He stayed inside her, picked her up and carried her to a chair near the window. Then he yanked up the window with one hand and pushed her head close to the open window. Then he told her to let it go. He said he wanted to here her voice echo off the buildings as he fucked her. He wanted the whole neighborhood to hear her being fucked.
And then she went as wild as I have ever seen her get. She was using her arms, legs and ass to push back into him and get all of his cock that she possibly could. And he was fucking her as hard as a man could fuck woman. He had his hands on her tight ass, and was using his giant arms to pull her into him with every stroke, and I could his ass legs and and back muscles work to pump his dick into her. Her delicate little frame looked like it wouldn't be able to handle such a pounding fuck, but she met every thrust eagerly. She obviously loved it. Her voice rang out "Oh God", "Yes", "Fuck me!", "Hard, oh god yes, your cock feels so good", so loud that the entire neighborhood had to hear her. And then her words and moans became less and less intelligible as she built to an orgasm. I could see her body tensing, her little shoulders trembling, her voice rising to almost a scream. And then she came hard, her body shaking, legs quaking, boobs bouncing, flaming red hair in waves tumbling as she had an orgasm for the ages. It ripped through her body for at least a minute, and then she just lay there spent, bent over the chair while orgasmic aftershocks hit her. Somewhere in all of that, the jock had come too, but I don't think that there is any man alive that could have gone through that without coming.
I was up all night after that, pacing the floor. How I ached for her, to be inside her tight pussy, to feel those long lovely legs wrapped around me, even just to kiss her would be divine. It wasn't that I was jealous, but I wanted my share of her affection. It was true that I wasn't the kind of man normally turned her on, but I felt that somehow by watching her, by knowing her so well, I could win her affection that way I did Samantha's or the Ice Queen's. I've always been a very rational man, but that was the night that I lost control. Perhaps I had been alone too long, sneaking around, hiding.
The next day, I started showing up at places she went. I figured out where she got coffee in the morning, and by using the cameras, I was always there at the same time that she was. And I met her in places like the grocery story, and where she went running. I even started running into her at her dry cleaner's. In this way, I managed to at least see her once a day. Normally I had been much more slow and cautious, but with her I just felt this really strange combination of desperation and confidence. I think part of it was that I was just a heightened state of my obsession. I had allowed myself to go farther into my thoughts for her than anyone else I had ever watched, and it just sort of consumed me. My emotions had a life of their own and were not bound by rational thought.
I tried to play it cool each time I saw her, but I think she could somehow feel or see my burning lust. I watched her every move and tried to appear almost every time she went out. I just let myself foolishly go with the obsession, sinking further and further as the weeks wore on. Each day, I watched nearly her every move. I watched her shower and shave her legs as if it was the most rapturous event I had ever watched. And every time she brought some guy home and fucked him it nearly killed me. I wanted to kiss her so bad, to touch her perfect body. To feel what it was like to be inside her was an experience I prized more than life itself.
One night close to the end, she brought this guy home that looked like a successful business type. He was lean, fairly young and attractive, but really no better built than I was. Where the fuck with the football player had been all about his strength and her yielding to it, this was completely different. This time she was the strong one. She teased the guy, stripped him, and made him slowly watch her take her clothes off. Even at home alone with a man, she still loved to play the stripper. Then she rode him as though he were some sort of apparatus or animal that was there purely for her fucking enjoyment. She rode him with him complete abandon, her perfect pussy working up and down his cock while her strong thighs kept him pinned. He couldn't have gotten up even if wanted to. It was a long fuck, and I wanted her so bad that I just couldn't stand it anymore. I called the cops and complained that there was a loud sex party going on at her address, but it took them so long to get there that she was in bed asleep before they came. And she looked so hot answering the door in nothing more than a robe, that I thought the two cops were going to fuck her right there. And her smiles practically invited them to do just that.
I couldn't stand anymore. I had to have her. I had to talk to her. I had had enough of this exquisite pain of watching her in passion, seeing her incredible beauty and knowing that I wasn't getting any of it. So the next morning I was there, exactly when she got her coffee, and finally managed to work up the courage to speak to her. Naturally she was a bit rude to me. She had obviously noticed the way I was stalking her and didn't like it. It took everything I had not to follow her home and try to get in to her place. Instead I tried to talk to her again when she went to the corner chinese place for take out.
Then she said the only complete sentence that she ever spoke to me, "Look, I don't know how you're tracking me, but stop. I'm going to call the cops." Finally, even I could see it in her eyes, that I had made the wrong move. It became obvious to even me how pathetic I was acting. I had pushed way too hard, way too fast, and she knew that I was stalking her. Now it seems ridiculous that came as a shock to me, but that is how it felt.
Whatever illusion I was under finally snapped as soon as she said those words. I could feel it all come crashing down in an epiphany of self-realizaion, a true vision of my empty loner life. I went into a state of complete, dark depression. I turned the cameras off, and never followed her again. What a waste my life was. Sure I had managed to watch and even fuck some of the most beautiful women in the city, but did I actually have these women? Sure I had sex with a few of them, but they went home to other men or their own lives. They didn't connect with me or love me in anyway. I was flying alone in the dark because my invention has to be kept secret. Or more likely, because I was too emotionally twisted to stand out in the light of day and fight for my life like a grown man.
I went through weeks of this. Mourning the fact that my crow had never really gotten me what I wanted. That my juvenille sex obsession wasn't really providing me with anything that I needed. At last I decided on a course of action. It was time for a final act, and a major change.
Next: Final Flight
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