Smutty One-Shots

Her Stalker (A New Stalker Erotica, With A Twist)

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Tropes:

1. Stalker 2. Professor X Student 3. Masked man 4. Biker Male Lead 6. Age Gap.

(I have combined all our favorite tropes and here is a new story for you guys! I know I don't post many free stories these days. but here is one of my best for you all lovely readers.)

His POV:

She is so painfully oblivious to the fact that a black BMW follows her throughout the town. I know which grocery store she visits. I know the history of her two best friends whom she prefers to hang out with instead of going to the club on the weekends. I know the books she reads, the movies she watches, the food she loves, and the major she is graduating in, I even know her favorite color, how her dad abandoned her and her mom when she was just 7, and how she is still shielding herself from every man in her life, as the most important one abandoned her as a kid.

I know her medical history, that she is allergic to peanuts, and that she lives on coffee. I know everything about her except how she looks when she cums, how tight and warm her pussy is. How she would look on her knees in front of me and how she would scream my name when I fuck her hard.

I have been obsessed with her since the first time I saw her in my class freshman year. She was just 20 back then and now at 23 she is more beautiful than ever.

I still distinctly remember how I had instantly fallen in love when I saw her standing near my table after my first lecture when every student had shuffled out of the class. She had asked me questions that no student had asked me before. She was the only student curious enough and interested enough to have all these questions.

Ever since that day, she mostly waited after class to chat with me to ask me about my subject and get her doubts cleared.

And after a tediously long lecture, I always look forward to that. To talk with her.

I don't know how she feels about me. She is always so professional and respectful; on the other hand, I want nothing but to pull her to me make her sit on the table, and kneel between her legs to taste her core.

But I have to push aside my filthy thoughts and answer all her questions diligently.

Unlike most of the female students who try to flirt with me. All Christine wants from me is knowledge.

At first, when I followed her home, I convinced myself that I did it to make sure she got home safely. But I too knew deep down it wasn't just for that. Who was I kidding the girl was having sex on the legs of a fucking goddess in front of me.

People, mostly boys in the college did not bat an eye at her, due to those heavy-rimmed glasses sitting on her nose and the baggy clothes she wore. But I knew her for what she was.

I either rode my motorbike to college or drove my black BMW. I knew most of the girls wanted to ride my bike and then me or get in the backseat of my car with me. But all I ever wanted was my favorite student.

I know I have my limits when it comes to her, as her professor and someone 10 years her senior but what do I do when no woman from the club, interests me and the only pair of eyes I want to see in front of me are the once covered with thick glasses.

In the beginning, I followed her only once a week, but then it increased to twice thrice, and now I follow her most of the time. It's honestly shocking and scary how she does not notice me. If I were anyone who truly wanted to harm her, she'd be six feet under by now. But the good thing is she has me to look out for her whether she knows it or not.