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“Is this what you like?”

“Yes.”

“Show me you like it.”

“What?”

“Show me what you do when you watch me.”

He shifted again. “What I do?”

“Come on. I know you don’t just sit there, watching. What do you do? I want to see.”

He hesitated.

She gyrated, and let her robe slip off, tossing it onto the floor.

That got him. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Still only half-erect, it was already big.

“Oh my god, you’re huge.” She watched it stiffen. “I can’t wait to taste it.” In seconds, it was close to fully erect.
Oh god, I want him to fuck the hell out of me with that.
Karina stroked her breasts.

He wrapped his hand around his shaft, and began to stroke, slowly.

To have someone get off while watching her, in person, was just too delicious. She desperately wanted to get her vibrator, or better yet, slide her wet pussy down on that monstrous cock, but she waited. She was living out a fantasy, and she wanted it to last.

Undulating on her makeshift stage, she worked her hips in a mock-fucking motion. She shimmied her shoulders in time to the music, her breasts bouncing side to side. She watched as he leaned back, watching her through partly-closed eyes as he stroked his cock harder. Every time she took a peek, his cock looked just a little bit longer. A little wider. And more succulent by the second.

Karina started touching herself, dipping a finger between the lips of her pussy, and drawing the slick fluid up to her clit. She shuddered at how good it felt, and used her other hand to stroke her nipple. She continued to move her body in rippling, snake-like motions, but her concentration was on her throbbing pussy. When she could take it no more, she pointed at him, then crooked her finger, beckoning him to her as she pulsed her hips to the rhythm.

“What? Up there?” He stopped, his gaze panning across the expanse of windows, and the many apartment buildings that lined the other side of Central Park. His cock had softened a little. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry. Probably nobody’s watching, and you’re new here, right? No one even knows you.” She shot him a steamy look. “I know you want to touch me. You want to fuck me. You fantasized about it, didn’t you? Fucking me right here, in front of this window, for everyone to see?”

“I...yeah.”

“You want everyone to know that while they’re over there, stuck watching me,
you
are the only one with the guts to come over here and
fuck
me. To show me what you’ve got. To
take
me, like they wish they could.”

“Hell yeah.” His voice was raspy.

“So do it.”

He climbed up onto the runway with her, and she pulled him close. Working her hips to the music, she pulled off his t-shirt, then peeled down his unzipped jeans. His cock sprang to attention as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. She knelt before him, taking his massive cock into her hands.

“Now I’m going to make that fantasy come true.” Before he could say a word, she slid her wet mouth down on his cock, taking him as far in as she could. She pumped her head up and down along his shaft, running her tongue along the underside as she did. He groaned and arched back, tangling his fingers in her hair. He thrust his hips forward, nearly choking her, but she kept on taking him in deeper with each stroke.

“Oh man, that’s amazing,” he breathed. “Yeah...suck me...let me fuck that face.” He pulled her hair gently, forcing her to bob faster on his rod.

She could barely breathe, but she continued on, her pussy aching to have him shove his cock into her. He groaned, holding back, but she sensed he was ready to come. She popped off him, wiping saliva and pre-cum from her lips.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” he begged.

“I want every drop of that cum pumped into my tight pussy,” she whispered. “Please save it for me.” She looked up at him, her lips pouty.

“Well, then two can play at that game.” He pulled her to her feet, then pushed her hard against the window. He flipped her around, so that her bare breasts pressed against the cold glass, and pinned her wrists. Then he forced her legs open with his knee, and made her spread them. She felt cold and vulnerable—and loved it. He kissed the back of her neck, then released one hand so that he could reach around and stroke her breast, grazing the nipple. She moaned in delight.

He released the other hand, and reached around to slip a finger between her wet folds. He found her clit, and pressed it, moving it in circles.

Karina leaned back into him, letting him take her weight, a thrill running through her as she imagined dozens of people across the park seeing the slutty exhibitionist getting felt up by a fuck-me-hot guy, for everyone to see.

He pulled back, removing his hands, and she whimpered. Then he sat down underneath her, his back to the glass, and settled himself between her legs. He licked and sucked at her clit, his tongue feathering over it, driving her wild.

She put her hands on the glass to brace herself as her legs became rubbery. The sensations he was creating was almost more than she could take. He slipped a finger into her pussy, and she clenched around it, moaning.

He licked and sucked on her sensitive nub, and she could feel a sizzling heat surging through her. She was on the verge of coming, and she began to cry out—

Then he was gone.

“Wha—what are you doing?” she panted, opening her eyes and turning around.

He had his jeans in his hands, pulling out a foil packet. “I told you, two can play at your game.”

“Please, keep going!” she begged, her eyes half-shut, heavy with desire.

“Nope. I’m done licking your pussy, no matter how tasty it might be.” A few seconds later, he stepped back up on the platform, and she relished the sight of his muscular body in the sunlight, his cock jutting out toward her.

Come to mama,
she thought.

“But I’m
not
done with
you
.” His tone was brusque. “Bend over. On all fours.”

She complied, a shiver of excitement running through her.

“Now I’m going to make
your
fantasy come true.”

“How do you know what my fantasy is?”

“You dance naked and masturbate in front of the window almost every day. I’m afraid to leave the apartment, worried that I’ll miss you. My whole life revolves around watching you and your gorgeous tits and your sweet little pussy. I missed a business meeting the other day, because I couldn’t leave until you were done. You
know
you’re doing that to me and anyone else who watches. You like it. You
wanted
someone to knock on that door, to tell you they saw you. To tell you they want you...that they want to
fuck
you. Yeah, that’s your fantasy. And I’m going to give it to you.”

Karina’s breathing came in shallow, panting breaths. “Are you man enough to give it to me?”

“Oh yeah, I am.” He knelt behind her. “I’m going to ride that sweet pussy of yours and give everyone watching the show of a lifetime. I’m going to fuck you so hard the neighbors will hear you scream. In fact...”

She heard a noise, and looked back to see him reaching for the latch on one of the windows. That one only slid open a few inches, for safety, but it was enough.

“Now all of New York can hear you come.” Without warning, she felt herself parted as he found her entrance and slammed into her pussy. The shock of it nearly pushed her face-first into the platform, but she maintained her balance, and took what he gave her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he pounded away. There was no romance, no whispered “sweet nothings”, just the sound of sweaty flesh smacking together as his balls slapped her ass. Karina loved that feeling. He grunted, grinding into her as hard as he could.

Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust. She looked back, catching a reflection of them in the glass, his perfectly sculpted ass working as he fucked her with all the strength he had. She’d never had her pussy pounded so hard before, and her tender flesh took a beating from the girth of his cock. She rocked back against him, eager to offer herself up to his pummeling.

Ohh god, so good...

She felt the climax building, rushing toward her like a freight train.

“More...harder...harder...fuck me, please, harder! Fuck me
harder!”

He complied, shoving into her so hard she could barely stay upright.

“Oh—god—yes—yes—YES!” She screamed with each thrust, as her orgasm exploded through her core. She stopped rocking against him, trying to savor the quakes as she came, but he wasn’t done yet.

A few more thrusts, and he was there. He groaned through gritted teeth, giving one final shove into her dripping pussy, and came with a roar. She could feel him shaking as the strength gave out in his legs, and she clamped down harder on his cock, milking him with her pussy. He fell forward against her back, trembling and panting. Then he carefully pulled himself out of her and they both laid back against the sun-warmed wood of the runway.

“That was...wow,” he panted.

“Yeah...wow.” She wiped sweat from her brow. It took a few minutes before either of them could recover enough to re-dress.

Tying her robe, she walked over to her desk in the corner, and took out a business card. “Here, this is my email address.”

He buttoned his jeans, then took the card and looked at it, curious.

“I figured we could connect later. Why use a telescope, when I have a webcam?” She winked, and pointed at her laptop on the desk, where a screensaver of Nebraska landscapes rolled across the screen. “I’ll send you a link. You might want to make yourself available tomorrow around noon.” She flashed him a slow, sexy smile. “I think I’m going to need to give myself a little bit of attention around that time tomorrow.”

After she’d walked him out and they had said their goodbyes, Karina returned to her desk and logged into her laptop. It only took a few seconds to pull up the most recent video.

“I am so glad I got in the habit of recording myself when I dance,” she murmured. She was grateful that the computer had switched to the screensaver from inactivity while she had danced, earlier. Her visitor hadn’t had any clue that he was being recorded. She fast-forwarded the video to the part where the handsome stranger was standing on the runway with her, nude.

Karina retrieved her vibrator from the basket, and sat at her desk, out of view of her windows. She leaned back in the chair, and watched the video, reliving it, watching Studly’s cock abusing her pussy all over again, as she worked the vibrator against her needy clit.

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Chapter 1

‘So this is it,’ I thought.

I stood in the moonless night, pensively staring up at the so-called haunted house. Even after all these years, it was still an impressive structure. Built in the late Eighteen Nineties, the four-story house still had all the hallmarks of a great home. Detailed woodwork adorned the large covered entrance and marched its way across the brick façade, while large multi-paned windows offered views of the outside. They were strategically placed and stood ready to coax sunlight in at the first hint of dawn. Looking higher I could see the grey slate roof and the many chimneys that crowned the house. They gave promise to the fireplaces inside, ready to warm the occupants on cold or damp nights.

Yet as I paused at the gate, staring at the gracefully arched entrance to the home, it appeared strangely uninviting to me. The decorative marble pillars on either side of the front door seemed cold and unwelcoming. As luck would have it, I had been dared to stay the night in this now deserted home by a childhood friend who had the same opportunity a month ago. He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again.