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From my childhood I have always known that I have this thirst, this need and I haven’t figured out what, it was like something missing from me all the time and nothing I did ever filled that gap. Everything seemed so boring, maybe it was because my forefathers were hunters and soldiers so I too share these wild instincts. I am Raj and actually I am a cool guy, good with people and do have a good conscious and morals like I don’t support prostitutes and I hate and simply hate rapists and incest’s.  And at time I have punched sense in some eve teasers, but nothing makes go off the edge and raise my heart beat. Back in the days I use to go hunting with my grandfather and dad. And believe me that was the only time I felt anything, the chase the stalk the thrill the waiting for the right time to strike… But soon that was taken away from me as government banned it for good. Ever since I was restless for the most of time and my…  drug was simply  taken away from me and I had absolutely nothing else to do that could relive me and over time it was getting really hard to hide from everyone I know. Until…

One night when I was walking back home and it was a little late, so I was taking a shortcut and entered this small lane without proper lighting and just in front of me there was a girl I didn’t see her face but I could make out what was she like, tall, busty walking right in from of me leaving a trail of amazing scent. I don’t what got into me but I was getting that old familiar feeling again, I started stalking her, following that booty where ever she turned. Placing my every step carefully, all I wanted to do was to jump from behind and grab her there and then. I was losing it, I was getting restless and I started to get closer, until she reached her home and I had to go a separate way for mine. When I reached home I started thinking what was that, I myself didn’t know what was happening back there, what got into me. But man was I feeling alive back then. It was just like hunting, stalking your prey, watching anticipating their every move and waiting for the right time to strike. I didn’t want to hurt her or anything and I was sure it was not sexual then what was it? And I was very clear that I didn’t want to rape her. Then what did I want?

So then what! I got a new hobby I started stalking girls in lonely alleys, night after night I was following some girl, carefully just a couple of meters away from them, moving quietly without a sound, following them like a shadow just till they reached home. For a while it was fun, I thought that in a way I protecting helpless girls from rapists but not having to do anything more than that was even more frustrating. The kill of a hunt is like a massive orgasm and not doing anything more than just stalking was killing me. I was waiting for something and one night I saw this amazing girl getting into a lonely alley.

She was by far the hottest girl I had ever seen, she was sexier that all the girls I have seen so far, combined. I didn’t even realized when I was on her trails and this girl… wow she had curves at those places where most girls don’t even have place. From her attire she was defiantly an air hostess. In her skin tight clothes she was driving me crazy with that round ass shaking right in front of me, that slim waist, those round melons and that round booty was making me go wild. I realized that today stalking is not enough, I had to have her, so I took a step back, with a deep breath and cleared my head and made sure that I didn’t want to rape her, no not at any cost. Why? I have standards.

So I started getting closer and closer and I didn’t know where she lives so I had hurry as she could reach her home anytime, as I was getting closer to my prey, my heart was pounding out of my chest, it was even better than hunting. Then suddenly she stopped in front of a house and took out keys from her purse, for me it was now or never. I reached behind her, just inches away standing absolutely still but she realized that some was behind her, before she could turn around I grabbed her by the waist with one arm and placed my other hand on lips to avoid her from screaming. She stared struggling, trying to break free from this monster but I am really strong. She was really frightened I could tell, struggling, kicking doing anything to get away, but she wasn’t going anywhere but only towards me.

I knew I had to do something so I moved my lips next to ears and whispered “ssssshhhhh” then all of a sudden her resistance was reduced to less than 50%. Then I started breathing slowly on her neck, moving my hands slowly from her waist to her DD mountains, slowly but firmly rubbing her nipples giving them a little squeeze. DD, I was sure her boobs were no less than DD. The left one then the right one then again and again rubbing them, squeezing a little harder and harder. Then I started moving my palm on body, rubbing her from face to waist.

Her resistance was getting weaker with every stroke, now she wasn’t trying to break free but still trying to get me off. Then I put my hand under her shirt and now I rubbing her boobs over her bra. My grip was getting firmer and firmer when I started pulling her toward me. Then I started kissing her neck slowly. Now I was starting to get a reaction from her side too, she started breathing heavily I could feel her heart beating on my hand hard enough to push it away but still I couldn’t risk removing my hand from her lips. So I slowly moved my other hand on her thighs and stared to pull her tiny little skirt up while my kissing her neck was getting harder. Now I was rubbing her crotch over her panties, hhmm cotton panties? Nice.

Now she was under my control and she was responding as well, It took a lot of time but it was working. She started pushing her ass towards me, now there was a minimal risk of her shouting for help so I slowly removed my hands from her lips and moved them under her shirt while my other hand was entering her cotton panties and my lips moving down her neck.