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William watched the beautiful blonde exit his apartment. He was too weak to move, having been rode damn near unconscious. His powerful orgasm left him lobotomized with pleasure covered in the blonde woman's essence from mouth to middle. He ran his fingers across his upper lip and then to his chin, inhaling deeply as her potent scent filled his lungs. He remained a prisoner on his tile floor, pressing his brain for an instant replay. He'd been pussy-whipped by a complete stranger, leaving him with haunting questions, who was she? Where did she live? Using the wall for support, he managed to get to his feet. He limped into his bedroom to light a fag, taking several drags before extinguishing it. He locked his hands behind his head, falling back onto his bed not to sleep but to get lost in the residual afterglow.

Buffy slammed the door behind her, leaning her tired frame against it and breathing uncontrollably. She was positive the blonde man didn't follow her. The way she left him was unfortunate but she had to get him out of her system. She walked over to the telescope, running her hands across it before placing her eye in the peephole. She smiled, watching the blonde man light his cigarette and perfume the air with his smoke. Mission accomplished she thought, removing the telescope from its tripod, folding it up and placing them both inside her closet. She showered, air-dried nude then dressed for bed. Her body was still humming from her stalker quest while she brushed her teeth and goggled some Listerine. Buffy knew nothing would fully rid herself of him sense she was hooked on his semen for life.

One week later, William was still plagued with memories of his mystery blonde. The encounter had left him feening and wondering where was his blonde fix. Her fuck drive by had left him impotent sort of speak. His time spent with the two women he was seeing, Drusilla and Harmony were nothing compared to what she did to him. They no longer interest him, leaving William to often fantasize about her in order to have completion.

Walking across his tile floor to shower, memories of the mystery blonde resurfaced. He remembered the need in her eyes and the way her voice pulsed with lust when she said she wanted to ride his dick. He remembered her arousal smothering his face as his tongue gained full access inside. He'd never tasted anything so sweet and tangy. He leaned against the shower wall, running soapy circular motions over his chest. He closed his eyes, remembering her snug fit around his throbbing cock.

His soapy hand opens wide then closes firm around his soaring shaft.

Then opened his eyes, wishing he could see her face staring back at him while the hot spray of the shower heated their nude bodies.

He grabs his cock tighter.

He closed his eyes again; remembering the fruity smell of her hair mixed with the Ellen Tracey scent from her skin, falling into his face when she kissed him. It was euphoric.

He continues to grab his shaft, giving it a long stroke and a squeeze.

His pulse quickened, remembering the blonde lowering herself onto his cock and enveloping him completely with only their short hairs rubbing together.

He bent slightly over, pulling up then sliding back down.

He remembered the runway of brown curls leading to the puckered flesh that winked at him for contact.

He's stroking slowly now and squeezing.

He remembered, how his thumbs played with her rosy erect nipples, knowing it should have been his mouth.

He's beating faster now, squeezing, pulling, squeezing, faster and he's almost there.

The encounter was on her terms and he was just along for the ride. He chuckled at his pun then shuddered when a flow of hot semen became one with his hand, christening the shower wall while the rest of him ran down his leg, pooled at his feet and washed down the drain.
Buffy only wanted to pick up a few things at the grocery but wind up over doing it. Carrying two large bags of items up the sidewalk, leading to her building, she could barely see anything in front of her. She'd hoped there were no rude New Yorkers in the mood to bump her. She was wrong and down she went, spilling her groceries onto the sidewalk. She turned to see a hooded man, sprinting in desperation down the sidewalk with a purse in his hand.

"Asshole, I hope there's no money in it." She shouted, gathering her items.

"What a ponce, I saw what happened. Let me help you, luv."

Buffy froze; she recognized the man's voice too afraid to look up.

"Ahhh, no thank you...I got it...I'm fine."

"Nonsense, let me help you." The man replied as they both grabbed for the same jar of crunchy peanut butter.

"I said I got it." Buffy replied, looking up into the man's sultry bedroom eyes.

William immediately let go of the jar, recognizing the petite woman. It was his mystery blonde. Buffy snatched the jaw of peanut butter out of his grasp, throwing it into her bag and getting to her feet. Suddenly, the bags didn't seem so heavy anymore as she power walked into the building, ignoring the stunned look on the blonde man's face.

"Wait, what's your name?" William shouted running after her and holding a box of Cocoa Cocoa puffs she missed loading into her bag. He trailed behind her.

Looking over her shoulder at the blonde man following behind her, Buffy's only chance at getting away was slipping as she watched the elevator going up, starting to close.

"Hold the elevator", she shouted, making it just in time to see the blonde man staring at her, holding her favorite cereal.

William rushed over to the security guard's desk.

"The blonde woman that just walked in here, what apartment is she in?"

"I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you that."

"There's twenty dollars in it for you." William replied, opening his wallet and throwing the money down on the guard's desk.

"I'm sorry, I can no-"

"Fifty" William responded, throwing down more bills.

"Sir please, I can't give out that information."

"One hundred dollars"

The security guard looked around to see if any one saw him tuck the wad of bills into his shirt pocket. He pulled up the apartment registry on his computer then leaned over the counter and whispered.

"She's in apartment 823."

"823, thanks mate."

William pushed the buttons for both elevators in the lobby, jumping on the first one that opened.

Buffy was out of breath, lugging the heavy bags off the elevator. She almost made to her door but one of the bags tore, spilling her groceries into the hallway.

"This is ridiculous." She shouted, annoyed.

She opened the door to her apartment, bending down to pick the items off the floor. Too busy concentrating on the task at hand she didn't bother to look up after hearing the elevator bell ding. She walked over to pick up the last item that rolled several feet. When she turned around, she was face to face with her sexual obsession. Speechless, she tried to walk pass him. He blocked her way, giving her the sexiest smirk she'd ever seen. The look alone made her wet. Finally dodging him with a move she learned from watching basketball, she was inside her apartment. She attempted to close the door but the blonde man was too fast for her using his foot and hand to prevent her from doing so. Although her heart wanted to jump out of her chest, Buffy tried to remain calm and unfazed.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Shhhhh" William replied, closing the door behind him.

The tables had turned. He was going to be the one calling the shots now. He stepped towards her, grabbing her by the arm to pull her flush against his body. He tried to kiss her but Buffy pulled away.

"I'm going to call the police."

"No you want. " William replied, grabbing at Buffy's arm again, but missing her by inches while she distanced herself from him.

"Please leave"

William had given her another sexy look, lowering his eyes and running his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"In case you were wondering, the name's William, luv."

Buffy couldn't help but notice his pink tongue make a gesture she thought was very erotic. She tried to will her harden nipples back to a relaxed state but nothing could stop the sweat from trickling down from the backs of her knees.

"And why are you telling me this."

William inched closer to the flushed petite blonde pleased she didn't move.

"I just thought you'd like to know sense you're going to be the one screaming it." William replied, lunging to capture her face in his hands.

"What do you want?" Buffy whispered.

"The same thing you do." William whispered back, staring into her eyes before his wet hungry mouth covered hers.

The heat from their slow dance of tongues spread through Buffy's body like wildfire, eroding at her willpower. Their kisses graduated from gentle to hard and intense as their combined passion sent their hands everywhere. Clothes started to come off piece by piece as Buffy pulled and William followed her into the bedroom.

The desperate kissing was making William's cock grow and expand. It needed a place to release itself but he wasn't going for the hard and fast approach like she did with him. He was going to take his time shagging her good and proper. He watched her lay on the bed, scooting herself closer to the headboard. He pulled her back down, dipping his head to take a nipple into his mouth, then caressing the soft surrounding flesh. He loved her small full breast, certain she was as the perfect B-cup.

William showered attention to every curve and contour of her flesh planting brief wet kisses as claims he'd been there and was coming back. He journeyed to her steaming wetness but his fingers were there first. He rubbed them against her sex, coming away wet to run them across his lips. Wetter from his finger action, Buffy's pussy began whispering nasty things to her brain. She decided to share in the moment, fingering herself. She attempted to taste, bringing them to her mouth but he grabbed her hand, sucking her fingers into his then kissing her while they lingered between both their lips.

After sharing such an erotic moment, William knew it was time to eat. He spread her wide, seduced by the sight of her wet folds. He looked into her eyes and a wicked grin appeared. Buffy stared back at him, watching his tongue form an odd shape before he lowered his head, running his tongue down the rectangular shape of curls to latch onto her clit. Buffy screamed his name so loud she was sure her neighbors were going to call the police. The sweeping motion of his tongue made her submit to him as the roughness of it recreated the upper and lower case alphabet causing her to rain hard cum drops while William continued to tongue fuck her slow.

As tongue blazed on, William followed through on the promised kisses he left behind on her flesh, gliding over it slippery and wet. His muscular body covered hers, whispering the words so wet in her ear as he slid into her. They kissed while Buffy's pelvis lassoed him in. The feel of his dick massaging her pussy was surreal. Her hips writhed in pleasure accepting his smooth, soothing motion.

She was thicker, hotter and juicier than he remembered, giving William a sudden shock of his senses. He shagged her slow and deep as if he had a detailed map of her quim. It opened and closed around him, making it hard to resist the capture of her whip appeal but he refused to come. Sliding effortlessly in and out of her, he continued to stimulate her flesh even pulling out partially to suckle her breast. Fortunately, he was blessed with enough pipe-like length to do so.

He touched her like he knew her, like she was special and precious. His hot breath flowed across her skin until every pore was open and alive. He was lubricating her with the same lust she shared for him. The skin on their bodies was hot, sticky and slippery with sweat allowing them to glide with grace against each other. Buffy was truly experiencing perfection with him. Their moans became one, their gasps mirrored the others, but her whimpers of ecstasy were all her own. The hot liquid flowed freely and in abundance between them as she climaxed, triggering her own baptism of him. As their movements slowed and heavy breathing subsided, William was still swelling inside her like a fresh black eye.

Recovering quickly, William pulled out of her with his cock still pointing to the Heavens. He smiled wickedly, flipping her over while she readily assumed the position with her ass sticking in the air. He ran his tongue down the center of her back followed by his finger but it ran down the line of her ass. William retreated his head back, getting a view of her backside while the head of his cock spread her from behind. With every push of his pelvis, he sank a little deeper, overriding the womanpower she had over him one week ago. Buffy moaned like she was in pain but a good kind of pain as he carefully lowered her flat to the bed and changed the angle.

She was disoriented with pleasure. Her mind and body was on fire as she clawed and bit at the sheets. Luckily, the intense friction they were creating was against soft Egyptian cotton sheets that prevented her from combusting. William draped himself along her back to grip her hands, decreasing the number and power of his thrusts.

"You're the reason, I've been walking around for a week with a hard on and all this my little sexual renegade was right under my nose. You feel this...is this what you wanted from me. All you had to do was ask, luv."

Letting go of the sheet, Buffy summoned the strength to speak.

"God I want this. I want it all the time."

"That can be arranged, now fuck me back like you did a week ago."

Returning her to her hands and knees, William gripped her hips as Buffy worked him. She pushed her ass back into him with the same speed and intensity he showed her. William's eyes and head rolled back simultaneously as they unleashed their untamed passion on the other. He added a few slaps to the mix and then inserted his thumb into her ass. The double penetration set off an erotic musical of dirty words mixed with heated moans of pleasure. Buffy climaxed, turning her head to give William an intense sexy look while biting her lower lip. When his eyes met hers, he came on the last dip of his hip that left his pelvis flush with her ass. They rested along side each other, breathing hard but satisfied from their act of pure sexual gratification.

William climbed out of the bed, locating and dressing in his clothes that led from the living room to the bedroom. Buffy watched him get dressed, holding the sheet against her body, suddenly feeling shy. There was silence but not an awkward silence. It was a knowing silence that communicated the fire still burned in the aftermath in no rush to go away.

William picked up her purse, searching through it to find her wallet. He pulled out her driver's license and read the name Buffy Anne Summers. He walked back into the bedroom, approaching the bed.

"Now I know where you live." He whispered, picking up her panties from the floor to lick the damp seat.

"I've tasted it."

Buffy smiled, watching him walk out the bedroom, taking her panties with him. When she heard the door close, she climbed out of bed to remove the telescope and tripod from the closet. She sat it up in its rightful place, poured herself a glass of wine and waited. After several minutes, she looked through the peephole, watching William light a cigarette, sitting on his bed.

A/N: I want to personally thank everyone who reviewed "Peeping Tom", giving me the motivation to write this sequel. I hope I did it justice. Please review, I need it.

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