Vanessa walked with the precum trapped under her foreskin, which began to leak, creating a sticky mess inside her pantyhose. The nylon clung to her swollen dick, the gossamer material rubbing against her sensitive flesh with every step, straining against the confines of her underwear. Her hips swayed involuntarily, the movement sending waves of pleasure through her trapped shaft. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge as long as she could, even as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the brink of tipping over.

The thought of cumming in public, soiling her hosiery, filled her with shame and excitement. She quickened her pace, desperate to reach the privacy of her office before it was too late. But with each step, the pressure inside her grew, her trapped wand throbbing and pulsing, the head swelling larger under its tight foreskin.

Vanessa's heart raced as she neared her office building, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel her orgasm, her balls tightening as her dick strained relentlessly against the mellifluous nylon. Stumbling into the elevator, she pressed the button for her floor with a trembling finger. As the doors slid shut, Vanessa gripped the handrail tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to hold back her climax. Her face flushed with exertion as she clenched her Kegel muscles, desperately trying to hold back the impending ejaculation.

Her dick pulsed and throbbed, the rotund head engorged and straining against its foreskin. Sticky precum oozed in trickles, coating her shaft and making her pantyhose even more sodden with her arousal.

Vanessa staggered into the open-concept office, her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to hold off her orgasm. Her balls ached, heavy and loaded, as they tried to force out her pent-up cum. She struggled to maintain her composure. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, wracked with pleasure and frustration, and her face was flushed a deep red. She knew she was so close to the edge of no return. If she let go, she would cum harder than she ever had before, right there in the presence of her coworkers!

Making her way to her workstation, she sat at her desk, trying to focus on her work, but it was impossible. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her aching phallus and the man who controlled her every move. She glanced at the tracker in her pocket, a constant reminder of his power over her. She had contemplated throwing it away, but there was a dark and decadent side of her that was intrigued to see how this dangerous cat-and-mouse game would unfold, especially given her fantasies of being taken against her will. She knew he was out there, watching her, waiting for her to slip up. And if she did, he would make her pay.

As the day wore on, Vanessa threw herself into her work, trying to distract from the morning event. Her mind was numb, her thoughts a jumbled mess of anxiety and arousal. She jumped when her phone buzzed with a text message, her heart racing as she read the words on the screen. "I'll be waiting for you on the subway train tonight. Don't keep me waiting." It was him, her stalker, who had tormented her throughout her journey to the office. Vanessa's blood ran cold. She had almost forgotten about him in the chaos of the day, but now he was back, sending a chilling reminder that her agony was far from over. She glanced at the clock, realizing that it was already 6pm.

Vanessa's pulse quickened as she boarded the subway train, her eyes darting nervously around the crowded carriage. She had checked carefully, but there was no sign of her stalker. She exhaled slowly, calming herself, and sat by the window. As the train pulled from the station, she closed her eyes, exhausted and overwhelmed.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, too close for comfort. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw in the reflection of the window - the man who had been tormenting her, his face obscured by a hoodie. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Miss me?" he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Vanessa froze, her body tensing as the stalker sat beside her, his thigh pressing against hers.

Before Vanessa could scoot away, he had already wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in place. His other hand crept up her skirt, his fingers brushing against the damp spot on her pantyhose. Vanessa gasped, her face flushing with shame and humiliation.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Someone's been a naughty girl," he murmured while his fingers traced circles on her clothed mound. Vanessa squirmed at his touch, but he only tightened his grip. His fingers delved into her nylon protuberance. She was moist and damp. Yet despite herself, her body responded to his unsolicited attention. He chuckled darkly, his fingers rubbing her, edging her closer and closer to the brink.

Continuing his relentless assault, the stalker ran his fingers on Vanessa's pantyhose-covered mound with practised ease. He knew the right buttons to push and bring her to the brink of orgasm and then deny her, keeping her teetering on the edge.

Vanessa's breath grew ragged, her hips bucking against his hand involuntarily, as he brought her to the cusp of release, only to slow his movements, letting the pleasure recede. Over and over, he repeated the process, his fingers never stopping their cruel dance. Vanessa was a mess, her pantyhose dampening, her tucked clitty throbbing with need. She was so close, so fucking close, but he always pulled back at the last second, leaving her hanging. The train rattled on with the other passengers oblivious to her torment.

The stalker's fingers pressed against the hard length of her trapped dick. He rubbed it through the thin flimsy hosiery, his touch firm and insistent. He knew she wasn't a woman, and he was using it against her, agonizing her with her own arousal. His hand moved faster, stroking her through the silky fabric, once again bringing her closer to the edge.

Vanessa's hips jerked forward, seeking more friction, more pressure. Her trapped wand was throbbing and pulsing, begging for release. But just as she felt her ejaculation approaching, the stalker pulled his hand away, denying her yet again. Vanessa slumped against the seat, her quivering body aching with unfulfilled desire.

Leaning in close, the stalker's lips brushed Vanessa's ear. "You're so fucking pathetic," he whispered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Desperate to cum, aren't you? Begging for it like the little slut you are." His hand returned to her pantyhose-covered wand, gripping it tightly. Vanessa whimpered, her hips bucking into his touch. He started to stroke her again, his movements slow and deliberate, building her up inch by inch. Vanessa's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her heart racing. She was so fucking close, she could feel it. 

Just then, the train slowed. The brakes squealed as it pulled into the next station. The stalker released her abruptly, standing up and blending into the crowd as the doors slid open. Vanessa sat there, trembling and frustrated, her sissy wand throbbing wantonly in her pantyhose. She was teetering on the edge, her body aching for release. But the stalker was gone, leaving her hanging once again. She clenched her fists, trying to reconcile the humiliation she had just been subjected to. Was this going to be her life now, she wondered. A constant state of arousal, being teased and tormented by a faceless stranger. She felt dirty, used, and completely powerless. The train lurched forward, carrying her closer to home, but offering no escape from the exhilarating ordeal.

Vanessa slumped against the window, her eyes closed, praying that her destination would arrive soon. But deep down, she knew it was only the beginning. The stalker would be back, and he would keep pushing her to her limits and denying her the release she craved. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

As the train pulled into Vanessa's stop, she stumbled out, her legs wobbling. She hurried through the station, desperate to get home and relieve the ache between her legs. But as she emerged onto the street, she saw him - the stalker, leaning against a wall, a smug grin on his face. Vanessa's heart sank.

He pushed off the wall and walked beside her, his hand brushing against hers. "You didn't think I'd let you off that easily, did you?" he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Vanessa quickened her pace, but he matched her effortlessly, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, his grip tightening. "Not by a long shot." Vanessa's breath got caught in her throat as he pulled her into a dark alley.

The stalker pinned Vanessa against the wall, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his erection through his jeans, hard and throbbing. His hands roamed her body, groping and squeezing, his touch rough and demanding. "You're mine," he growled, his lips brushing her neck. "I own you now!" Hiking up her skirt, his fingers felt their way around under her pantyhose legs, stirring Vanessa to squirm in his stronghold. He started sliding her trapped dick, inch by inch, through the nylon until it was completely unfurled.

Vanessa gasped, her face burning with shame. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it through her pantyhose. "Look at you," he sneered. "So fucking hard, so desperate for it." He dropped to his knees, his face level with her crotch. The stalker buried his face in Vanessa's crotch, his mouth latching onto her pantyhose-covered sissy wand. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the nylon, tasting the precum that had soaked through.

Vanessa mewed, her hands gripping his hair as the stalker bobbed his head, taking her deeper into his mouth, the friction of the pantyhose against his lips and tongue driving her wild. He sucked and slurped, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. Vanessa's hips jerked forward, fucking his mouth, chasing her release. He brought a hand up, rubbing her clit through the nylon, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Vanessa was lost, drowning in pleasure, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm. But just as she was about to ejaculate, he pulled away, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not yet," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'm not done with you." He spun Vanessa around, bending her over a nearby dumpster. She braced herself, knowing what was coming. He hiked up her skirt, exposing her pantyhosed ass and slapped it hard, the sound echoing through the alley. Vanessa yelped, the pain morphing into pleasure.

He unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard cock. He rubbed it against her pantyhosed crack, the nylon providing a thin barrier between them. Vanessa bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan. He gripped her hips as his fingers dug into her flesh. Then, with one hard thrust, he entered her, his cock sliding through the nylon and into her tight Chinese sissy hole. The sudden intrusion was so overwhelming that it made Vanessa squeal.

The stalker started fucking Vanessa hard and fast, his hips slapping against her nyloned ass. The silken material provided a delicious friction, catching on his cock with each thrust. Vanessa's hands scrabbled at the dumpster, trying to find purchase as he pounded into her. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot on her neck. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice strained with effort. "You like being fucked like a dirty little slut." Vanessa could only moan in response, her mind blank with pleasure.

He bit her neck, sucking hard, marking her as his. His hand snaked around, finding her clit, jerking it roughly through the nylon. Vanessa's orgasm was imminent, her body bracing for the impending convulsion as the urge to ejaculate intensified.

"I'm gonna cum," the stalker grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna fill you up, you fucking whore."

Vanessa panicked, her eyes widening. "Oohh gaawdd..." she murmured incoherently. "Don't cum inside..." But it was too late.

With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep and came, his hot seed spurting into her, flooding the insides of her sissy cunt. He stayed inside her, his cock twitching as he emptied the last of his load from his balls. Then pulling out, his cum dripping from her used hole.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. Vanessa hesitated for a moment. Gripping her hair, he forced her head back as he rubbed his cock against her face. She could smell the musky scent of his arousal, and feel the heat of his flesh against her skin.

The stalker smeared his semen across her cheeks, marking her like an animal. "Suck it," he growled, pressing the head of his cock against her lips. Vanessa parted them reluctantly and took his stiff and proud erection inside her mouth. He tasted bitter and salty, the remnants of his previous orgasm coating her tongue. He thrust forward, burying himself in her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. Vanessa gagged, trying to swallow as much of him as possible. He fucked her mouth ruthlessly, using her like a toy, his hips pistoning back and forth as he chased his second release.

The grip on Vanessa's hair tightened as the stalker neared his climax. His thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Vanessa's jaw ached, her throat burning as he slammed into her again and again. Spunk and saliva mixed on her face, dripping onto her blouse. With a final, shuddering groan, he shoved and buried himself deep inside her throat and erupted, his hot seed spurting directly into her stomach. Vanessa gagged, choking on his cum, as he held her in place, making her swallow every drop.

Finally, satiated, the stalker pulled out, his softening cock slipping from her lips as Vanessa collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping. He zipped up his jeans, looking down at Vanessa with a smug smile. "See you tomorrow."