Page 112 of Hayden's Stalker

When I’m settled back against my pillows, stretched out on the bed, and with my cock in my hand, I pull the video up. The familiar intro plays as I slowly stroke myself before the blonde porn actress I’ve christened ‘Fake Tati’ appears on the screen. I skip forward through the interview she does with the cameraman about the upcoming scene and stop when Fake Tati is sitting on a sofa as ‘Fake Hayden’ appears in the frame.

“Have you been a good girl?” he demands as he pulls her up to stand.

“Yes, Sir,” Fake Tati gasps as she blinks up at him with wide eyes.

“Then why are you wearing clothes?” Fake Hayden points to the tiny outfit she’s wearing that barely covers her from his view. “I think I’ll need to spank you to teach you a lesson.”

I groan and bite my lip as I watch the video and imagine it’s Tati and me. She’s hotter than the woman on the screen because she’s Tati, but it’s easy for me to pretend the woman I’m watching is her. Fake Hayden leads her to the sex dungeon when a gust of cold air rushes over my body.

I instinctively look up to see the real Tatiana Swanson standing in my doorway. Her mouth is in a round ‘O,’ and she’s staring at me. Fake Tati is still moaning in my ears as I stare at the real thing. I’m so turned on that I can’t quite tell reality from fantasy and it all seems like a dream.

I drop my phone and pull my earbuds out of my ears, cutting off Fake Tati’s moan of ecstasy, and she pales in comparison to the real thing. The real Tati is wearing the same silk nightgown I’ve seen her in before, and she looks sexy as fuck.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she says as she blinks at me.

She hasn’t moved from where she stands in the doorway, staring at my naked body. I’ve never been more aroused than I am right now, and I swallow heavily, noting that her nipples are clearly visible in the bodice of her gown. Her hair is out again, hanging down her back to her waist, making me want to wrap it around my hand to hold her in place while I fuck her.

The air is thick with sexual tension as I can’t resist the urge to slowly begin to move my hand again while I look at her. She inhales sharply but continues to stare at me. I think the way she’s so completely entranced by this and is finally giving in to her desires. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I stroke myself faster and groan as my pleasure builds while I let my gaze run over her body. I can’t believe that I everthought Fake Tati was a sufficient substitute for this. Fuck, even Imagination Tati is no comparison to having her here with me while I do this.

Her nightgown stops mid-thigh, and I imagine her walking over to me and climbing on top of me. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, and she’s so close right now.

I stroke myself faster, and the air is filled with the sounds of both of us breathing heavily while I continue masturbating. It’s totally surreal to have her here watching me. She hasn’t moved from where she’s standing in the doorway, and actually getting to watch her in this high state of arousal brings me to the edge of orgasm.

I would normally hold off and edge myself, but I want this too much. I need it even. And I need it to happen with Tati watching me.

I moan and then bite my lip as waves of ecstasy flood over me. Doing this with her here is better than any of my fantasies. I watch her as long as I can before the pleasure becomes too much, and I have to close my eyes as I come all over myself.

I open my eyes, and we both breathe heavily into the silent room. I’m very aware that I’m naked and covered in cum. My entire body is on fire from arousal, and despite the fact that I’ve just come, I want nothing more than to fuck her right now, regardless of whether or not that’s physically possible.

She’s obviously aroused, and I know she would be wet right now if I walked over and felt her pussy. That knowledge drives me wild.

I see the moment she comes to her senses, though. Her expression is one of pure arousal before she blinks at me and shakes her head. Her eyes widen, and her jaw goes slack before she spins on her heel without saying a word.

I can’t help but laugh because she isn’t fooling either of us with her pretense of not wanting me as badly as I want her.

“Sweet dreams, Tati,” I tease her as she opens the door to her room.

She closes it behind her, and I reach over to grab a tissue from the box I keep in a drawer nearby. I quickly wipe myself clean, then snatch up a pair of sweatpants and throw them on. I quietly open my door and stride toward her room.

I don’t even feel guilty as I stand at her door, listening to her soft moans and panting, knowing exactly what she’s doing in there. I bite my lip as I listen to the erotic sounds she makes as she masturbates. It’s made even better by knowing she’s thinking about me.

When she falls silent, I head back to my room and lie in bed with a smile on my face as I think about what happened. I grab the pillow from next to me in the bed and hug it, pretending it’s Tati.

I wake in the morning, still hugging the pillow, and I set it aside before heading out into the bus’s main area. Tati is clearly in the shower from the sound of the running water, so I lean against the kitchen sink and wait for her to come out so we can talk.

After the water switches off, it’s another minute or two before she appears. When she does, she’s already clothed in her usual ‘uniform’ with her hair braided around the crown of her head.

I give her a grin and admit, “Not gonna lie, I was hoping you’d come out in a towel.”

“Were you just standing there waiting to perv on me?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

Considering she watched me jack myself off last night, I point out with a laugh, “Like you can talk.”

Her cheeks turn red before she spins on her heel and strides off to her room. I figure she has to eat something, so I make us coffee as I pull out the granola.

She appears again as I’m pouring milk into the bowls, and I put the milk away before I hold one of the bowls out to her. “Breakfast? I made coffee, too.”

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