Sandra Bullock's Stalker

[h3321h]

Sandra Bullock, oh how hot she looked at that photoshoot for her new movie. She stood there so lovely with her blue jean shorts and her black tank top. Her long toned tan legs were begging to be touched, to be caressed. How I wanted to hold her in my arms and make sweet love to her. How I wanted to kiss her, my hands running through her brown hair. But that was all before she had ignored my letters. That was before she walked past me without so much as saying hello. Who did this bitch think she was? She had to know who I am.

I would make this bitch pay. She had no idea who she just crossed. Even if she did seem to not know me, I knew her pretty well. I had watched her long enough that I had learned her usual routines. Unfortunately I was never able to find a spot among her usual stops to be able to take her but I had a plan.

Later after the photoshoot Sandra was driving to an unknown destination. I had previously sabotaged the engine and knew it would die out eventually. I followed behind her waiting for the perfect opportunity. It came sooner than expected. She had turned down a side road that led to a rural area. Her car came to a halt and I promptly stopped mine and got out to see if she needed help.

“Yeah,” she said. “Thanks. I don’t know. It just died.”

She looked into my eyes and I looked back. There wasn’t even a hint of recognition in them.

“Come on Sandra,” I said. “Stop pretending.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“I’m talking about us, babe. We have something, I know it. Take me up on my offer and move in with me.”

“Step away from my car please,” she said.

I noticed she had wrapped her hand around a can of pepper spray. I ducked just as she began to spray. She then opened the door, hitting me in the head in the process. She tried to run but I tripped her. She was knocked unconscious when she hit the pavement so I picked her up and put her in my car. I even took her can of pepper spray with me. Then I drove back to my house.

She woke some time later in my bed. The first thing she noticed was that she was naked. She jumped up and clutched the sheet to her body. I watched the whole thing and cleared my throat to announce my presence in the room.

“Where am I?” she screamed. “Where are my clothes?”

“I didn’t think you’d be comfortable sleeping in your clothes so I took them off,” I replied. “Also you are at my house… our house actually.”

“Listen buddy,” Sandra said starting to panic. “I don’t even know you. We are not in a relationship. Please just let me go and I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU DON’T KNOW ME!” I roared at her. “I sent you letters, pictures, flowers! I met you in person half a dozen times. We have something!”

“I have gotten thousands of letters and gifts from fans,” she pleaded with me. “I meet fans every day. I can’t remember everyone. But I certainly know that you and me are not in a relationship.”

It was then that I lost all control. This bitch had denied knowing me for the last time. I wanted her and I would have her whether she liked it or not. I charged her and before she could react I had wrapped my arms around her waist. I threw her onto the bed and pulled the sheet from her grip. She lay naked and beautiful and frightened before my eyes. She should have been frightened for now I was not going to be gentle with her. I was going to punish her.

I pulled my cock out of my pants and she moaned in fear of what was to come. I didn’t care. I pushed her legs apart and thrust my cock into her pussy and fucked her with force. All the while I kissed her face, neck, shoulders and occasionally her breasts. I stopped fucking her suddenly and pulled out. Then I made her turn over and stick her ass in the air. I began fucking her ass with even more force and I had her pussy. Her shoulder length brown hair was just within reach so I grabbed a handful and pulled with every thrust. She screamed and I confess that in that moment of rage and lust I loved the sound.

I didn’t want to cum yet so I pushed myself out of her ass and left her on the bed sobbing like a child. I was still enraged and very much wanted to hurt her more. I took her can of pepper spray in my hand and remembered how she tried to shoot me in the eyes with it. I walked over to her and lifted her head up. I unload the can into her eyes making her scream horribly. I smiled at her anguish believing it would teach her a lesson.

I kicked her off the bed and took my belt off of my pants and began beating her with it. She cried out every time I brought the buckle down onto her flesh. I just couldn’t get enough. Finally I was getting tired and wanted to cum.

I thrust my cock into her mouth and took another handful of her hair. I forced her to throat fuck me and allowed her hardly any chance to breath. She was still in horrendous pain and so she moaned while sucking and that felt amazing. I finally pulled out of her mouth and painted her face with my cum. It was quite the sight to see sexy Sandra Bullock covered in my cum.

I fell to the floor and tried to recover from my orgasm. I hadn’t had that much pleasure in years. I closed my eyes to savor the immediate memory of what I had done. When I opened my eyes I noticed that Sandra was no longer on the floor. She had made it to the other side of the bed. She had picked up the telephone on the bedside table. She had dialed 911.

I suppose you can guess what happened next. I am in prison now with a rather large man who looks at me the way I looked at Sandra. Perhaps I should have controlled my urges. This place sucks.

[davesmistress]

Thanks for the new addition

[comsmith22]

Very Interesting... and Kinda Hot too... I would love to be cool enough to even think about doing Her...

[vanhelsing68]

Thanks.

[hotguy131]

thanks