Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

"Okay, I could go for some breakfast. Why don't you go slip into one of the local ladies while I get ready? I think there are a couple of girls your size upstairs." She tosses me a huge grin and starts for the door. No sooner is her back turned than I'm into my room pulling on yesterdays pants. As much fun as it would be to facefuck the crazy stalker lady the fact that she was quite clearly insane meant she'd probably bite it off. Plus I'm pretty sure that if you show a crazy person why they're crazy their mind breaks even more. So I needed her out and the cops called. Heck just sending her knocking on every door upstairs should get the cops called on her. Meaning I should just sneak out while she was gone. I grabbed a grey pocket tee from the dresser and pulled it on while dashing for the door. Stooping over to put my shoes on I pull my jacket off the chair. With the practiced grace of the chronic oversleeper I stood with a flourish that brought my shoes on at the same time as my left arm finished traveling through the sleeve and landing on the doorknob. Which refused to turn. Resulting in my staggering a bit while slipping my right arm into it's sleeve.

She locked me in. Makes sense. She had to have had a key to have snuck in here in the first place. On second thought the door opens in. I pull the chair over and wedge it under the knob. Letting out a sigh of relief it occurs to me that my breath is ripe and my morning routine is a bit off track. I don't smell too bad and I'm already dressed so I'll just brush my teeth, have some leftovers, and wait for the police to come take me down to the station to file a restraining order. Unfortunately I only make it as far as spitting before someone is knocking on my door.

She probably tried the door and found it had been barricaded. I'm a dead man. I turn on the sink rinsing off the toothbrush and get a mouthful of water. I call out a "Hurr-ung Hungmkhunngng unhggy" in hopes of stalling for as much time as possible before spitting. Taking one final look in the mirror I head out to face my destiny. I sneak over to the door and peek through the fisheye. Nothing. No one. This is my chance. I'll make a break for it. I move the chair aside. Unlock the door. Slowly open it. Poke my head out and...

"Gottcha!" A higher more giddy voice than before cries. My neck is nearly snapped as a pair of slender arms grab my head and twist it at an unusual angle. My vision is briefly engulfed by two colorful striped boulders before being snuffed out entirely as I'm dragged to my knees and out the doorway. "C'mon I haven't gotten to eat in forever. Let's gogogo." My head is released from it's rainbow cotton cleavage prison as my assailant releases me and goes to shut my door.

Looking back as I clamber to my feet it's one of the girls from upstairs alright. More specifically the short blonde with the huge fake tits (a fact that my face could now easily confirm), a tiny waist, and tight little ass. Fuck if I can remember her name though. I think she changes it everytime she goes through a new guy. Not that she was a whore or anything but she definitely got by on her looks. And here she was in nothing more than a rainbow striped tanktop and puzzle pattern boxers making it rather apparent that she didn't have much trouble getting by. Oh, and yanking on my arm begging me to feed her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up a sec. A; shouldn't you get dressed? And B; why do you of all people want to go out to eat with me?"

"A; No. I already dressed this little tart up. You can just use the drive-though. It's faster and I'm dieing here. As for B" The lights begin to flicker her eyes begin to glow and her hair whips about as if a storm. "I am an ancient specter of Doo~om who has once more taken" She starts to snicker. "Taken psct human fooo~rscknt. Form for the sole. Tsckt. Sole purpose of eating sausages." Everything returns to normal as she brushes some hair out of her face. "Seriously, though it's still me in this body and if you don't get me something to eat soon I'm going to go nuts. This bimbo seriously starves herself."

"Okay then, drive-thru it is." I let her pull me along to the parking lot where she ditches me. Rushing to my car she opens the drivers door and then climbs in the back. I almost stop to question her about getting into my car and then climbing in the back but think better of it and just get in. Within minutes we are pulling out the drive-thru with two pancakes, six link sausages, six sausage patties, a pair of orange juices, and some honey packs.

"Quick pull over. I need it bad and I already died in one car wreck." The way she says it is oddly both disturbing and arousing. A raspy erotic whimper with a hint of sorrowful denial. I decide to play it safe and pull into the parking area before I look back. If not for having come to a complete stop I'm sure we would have died. She was half standing on her knees with her legs spread and her shoulders pressed into the backs of both seats. Her hands were stuffed into her boxers and as they moved about they caused her impossibly large tits to shimmy about between the seats. "I want a big one, a nice big fat patty." I quickly stuff one hand down my pants to adjust a rapidly forming erection as the other quickly complies in fishing out a patty.

The sound she makes when I hold it before her is divine. Not quite a moan some primal reverberation that rises to a whinny as she juts out towards it. Tongue unfurling with a hooked tip **** to grab the treat before her. Mouth wide open pouring drool down her chin rolling down her neckline and splattering on her increasingly exposed cleavage. I lean back to get a view of her hips grinding into her hands and unwitting bring the sausage within striking range. She snaps half it out of my hand nearly catching a finger while the other half falls to the center console armrest. I'm torn between the desire to count my fingers and watch her as she tosses her head back following her eyes as they roll to the back of her skull. She stays like that making dozens of tiny little swallows each accompanied by a mewling groan of pleasure. Her throat pulsing and chest heaving as her nipples cross the taut orange fabric trim into visibility. Her hips alter from their visible circular grinding and instead make a few short jackhammering motions as her body tenses. I quickly grab the rest of the food from the passengers seat and secure it on my side of the car just in case she would bite me for trying to grab another. I also notice that my hand hasn't left my cock and this is starting to be less an adjustment and more just plain masturbation.

In the meantime her body has lost it's rigid pose and she slumps forward coming to rest on the armrest lightly panting and her tongue snakes out to retrieve the other half of her first sausage. She has a much less noticeable reaction this time simply closing her eyes, whimpering, and shuddering as her hips slowly rise and begin to hump air. Her hands having fallen from her waistband the left hanging limply while the right is twisting the backseat in a white knuckled deathgrip.

I brush the hair from her face and watch as she comes to her senses. "Was that it? Are you good now?" Her eyes pop open but they aren't pointing in the same direction and she seems a bit out of it.

"More." She barely mutters it as she licks the armrest. "We've got more right?"