GG's, Like in Maggie Ch. 03

It was time to go back to work. Andrew wasn't gonna stalk himself.

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Andrew had done so well. He had worked so hard to try to move past Maggie, and enforce the level of self-discipline to resist her constant teasing and temptation and keep that dark beast inside himself far beneath the surface. But, seeing her again in the flesh, reminding him what he could have, feeling himself go into brain lock as soon as he was in her presence again... he was back at square one.

He had relapsed. He had fallen victim to her wiles again. Not physically, of course, but mentally, he had been taken back to that headspace. This was a failure. All the shields he had put up had crumbled when around her again. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to get this to stop, not without giving in... no. NO! That was not a possibility. He could never do that, despite her overwhelming appeal. Despite those perfect fake breasts...

Andrew threw himself into his work at the shop. This was the part of his life that had been least tainted by Maggie, so he really put his focus on this and tried to forget all that other stuff. Sure, his latest creative muse had been curves, but maybe, the straight lines and hard edges were good too. Maybe the clean efficiency of woodwork could be an outlet for him. Maybe flatness was better than the generous curves he'd spent the last few months pursuing. He threw himself into his shop, while also seeking out clients and looking to grab new projects.

But Maggie might have broken him already.

He was jumpy. Knowing what she could do, he couldn't help but wonder if she was watching him at any given moment. He could almost swear he saw her beat up car following behind him a few times, but he was never certain. Sometimes, he swore he saw her watching him across the street, hidden in a crowd of people, but whenever he checked again, she wasn't there.

It was hard to put into words how disconcerting this was. To have someone who could be anywhere at any time. You take for granted having personal privacy when you were terrified that someone was watching you at any given moment. Specifically, someone who had the power to destroy his life if she so desired. It was enough to drive him crazy. He was tense, and on edge, and always looking over his shoulder. He was literally losing it, thanks to her.

She knew exactly the torment she was putting him through. She still sent him pictures through text, pictures of her barely clothed, and the wicked smirk on her plump lips was as infuriating as it was sexy. She still sent him teasing texts, her language so perfectly her that he could almost hear her sexy accent in his ears.

He still remembered that day on the beach, despite himself. He remembered seeing her half-naked. He had seen those perfect boobs in the flesh. The amazing smoothness. Those perfect nipples. And he had brushed his hands on the perfection that was her enormous fake tits, but he hadn't fully touched them. He didn't really get in there and give them the squeeze they so deserved. He just brushed up against their immaculate softness. And still, after all this time, that softness still haunted him.

Part of him was furious about the fact that she hadn't shown him the goods since that day on the beach. She seemed so willing to throw herself at him, but she was holding back in this one way. Part of him, that animal inside him, just wanted to see those big tits again. In that sense, she had him on the hook. He knew better, but damn, those boobs were too perfect to deny. He could never forget about them. And he found himself regretting the moment he deleted all the photos he took of her, especially the ones of her bare breasts. In a moment of weakness, he had jumped onto her website, searching for any of the topless pictures he had taken of her and satisfy his hunger, but she had put them all behind a paywall. It was a smart move for her, sure, but that didn't help him. Searching feverishly somewhere online for any of the topless pictures, he came up empty handed. So, Andrew, the guy who had taken these topless photos of this hot-bodied British tease, couldn't even see them anymore, which only added to his frustration.

Maggie was taunting him in new, creative ways as well. He was at work, in his office, and when he pulled open one of the drawers on his desk, he found a neon pink thong, with a note on top, which said:

"I wore these while thinking of you..."

This was followed by a cute, girlish heart.

Knowing that she had gotten into his house, he shouldn't be surprised that she had somehow gotten in here too. She could get in anywhere, it seemed. Taking the underwear between pinched fingers, he tossed it in the trash, covering it with paper to not catch anyone's eye.

One thing he didn't catch onto immediately was the fact that she was using his credit card. He typically handled the bills at home, and while looking at his credit statement, he saw a few stray charges. Someone had been busy, ordering things online. Decent sized charges to a website called, fittingly, 'Dark Temptations'. And she'd spent a pretty penny there. Checking it out, it was a website which sold skimpy lingerie, filthy bikinis, and various other types of sexed up clothing. Seeing the types of things they sold there only made him imagine Maggie wearing them, which sent a jolt through his cock.

She also spent money on more mainstream shopping sites and clothing places, spending Andrew's cash, but not going as crazy as he expected. The lost cash wasn't really an issue, he had more than enough as is. But obviously, his credit card in the hands of someone with as little impulse control as Maggie was a serious problem. He called in to the credit card company to report these charges, and ended up having to be sent a replacement card, which was understandable but nonetheless a pain in the ass.

He wanted to replace everything at this point. A new card. A new phone, so she didn't have an easy way to stay in contact. A new house, far away, so Maggie couldn't find him. But... this was all impractical. He and Kathleen's life was here. As tempting as it might be, he couldn't just run from his problems. Despite the huge inconvenience it was, if this kept going on, he was ready to bite the bullet and get a new phone, a new number, anything to be free of Maggie once and for all.

But that woman... she was a force that would not be denied.

It all came to a head at one early evening a few days later. It was a gorgeous day out, and both he and Kathleen stayed home and relaxed. They spent a good amount of time outside, either taking in the sun, or swimming in the pool. It was a great day, the type of pure, loving time that reminded him why such things were so much more meaningful than the type of dark delights a woman like Maggie could offer.

In the late afternoon, still wearing just his swimming trunks, Andrew fired up the grill and cooked up some steaks for dinner while Kathleen put together a couple sides in the kitchen. Andrew watched his wife at work as he grilled and smiled. She had certainly noticed that something was up with him, and she believed him when he explained he was simply stressed out at work and was experiencing another creative block in other ways. She believed this lie, despite how half-hearted it was. She had no suspicion of what was really going on, that this whole thing was going on between her husband and another woman, a stalker, one of her former patients. Because she trusted him. She loved him. She believed him, and if she knew how far he'd gone with another woman, she'd be shattered.

They ate their dinner outside, sharing this wonderful day together, chatting in a way he could only with her. It was perfect. You couldn't ask for a better moment with your spouse. When they finished up, Kathleen did some of the dishes inside while he cleaned up outside. He was about to walk back in when his phone pinged. He had left it inside all day, doing his best to ignore it, but Kathleen had brought it to him as she asked a few questions about her own phone, which was the same model. Already filled with dread, he couldn't stop himself from glancing at it. The message was from Maggie, obviously, and it was just words, no picture, but what she said affected him just as strongly.

'Looking good, baby!'

Reading it, his eyes leapt up, looking around. His eyes glanced at the beach, which was empty, as it usually was, being a private beach. But glancing down the shoreline a bit, towards the pier, he saw lots of people on that. And, sure enough, standing right at the end was a very familiar figure, arms resting on the railing, facing him. Maggie. Andrew stared right at her, and when she noticed that he had seen her, she lifted her arm and gave him a simple wave.

Andrew's heart dropped and his stomach filled with dread. He... he couldn't have a perfect day without her getting in the way. Without her interjecting herself.

His phone pinged again, another text from Maggie. This one read, 'But I've seen much more of you, hon,' followed by a winking emoji. Then she followed it with a picture. And what he saw made his jaw drop.

It was a picture of him. But, not a picture, exactly, but what looked to be a screenshot from a video. And in the photo, was him, naked, in his bedroom, his prick standing tall, fully hard. What? How?

She followed this with another picture, another one of him in the shower. What... what was going on here? How did she...?

Then she sent another picture, but it wasn't a picture of him. It wasn't a picture of her, either. It was a picture of Kathleen, in the bedroom. Naked.

Andrew's blood ran cold. No... this... this was way over the line. This was on a whole new level. What was she playing at? Was this just a game to her? No, she had to learn this was all too real.

Barely containing his white-hot rage, he headed upstairs quickly, checking out the shower, and the bedroom, trying to find whatever hidden cameras she had put here. Finding nothing, he knew deep that she had probably removed them well before she announced that she had gotten into his home. But she had these pictures of he and his wife, in these intimate moments. He couldn't imagine what else she had.

Enough was enough. He had to put an end to this. He couldn't deal with it anymore by just ignoring it. He needed to get his life back.

He quickly threw on some better clothes and made an excuse to run out real quick. Kathleen said ok, because again, she trusted him, and didn't suspect what was really going on with him. But he didn't have time to think too much on this. He had work to do.

Marching out the front door, he walked with purpose, heading down the road, passing by the gate and walking towards the pier. He walked by crowds of people enjoying the perfect summer evening, people who were perfectly happy and not racked with guilt and conflict. How nice it must be... he was like that once.

Reaching the pier, his feet moving along the wooden planks quickly, he passed through the crowds of people, some even parting to let him pass. As he got closer to the end, he readied himself to confront this bitch who was completely dominating his life. He didn't know if she was actually going to even be there or if she had run off, but part of him knew she'd be waiting.

This feeling was confirmed.

As he reached the far end of the pier, the crowd parted, and just like that, there she was. Her back was to him as she stood at the end of the wharf, looking out across the ocean. Even though she wasn't facing him, it was very obviously her, for a lot of reasons. One, she was dressed in very skanky manner, and she looked fucking good in the process. She was wearing bright yellow top, which was clinging to her while exposing most of her lithe arms and her midriff. She was bouncing up and down on her flip-flop clad feet, and being bent over slightly really showcased her long, firm, bare legs, those taut gams perfectly defined. This led up to her tight denim booty shorts, which fucking molded to her perfect ass, the material practically painted on that juicy fucking rear. And above the hem of her shorts were the straps of her bright yellow thong, pulled up over her hips, forming a whale-tail that no one could look past.

Yeah, this was Maggie.

Combining all that with her very recognizable, long, dark, sexy black hair, and her giant breasts being visible even when standing behind her, all but confirmed her identity. This was thee Maggie, in the flesh, and despite his harsh feelings for her, he couldn't stop the pulse that went shooting through his cock. Approaching her from behind, he walked up next to her at the end of the pier.

"What is this?" he asked angrily, holding up his phone, showing the picture of himself she sent to him.

"Oh! Andrew! Wonder seeing you here!" she said with a smile, her accent hitting his ears just right as she turned to face him, eyes hidden behind some big sunglasses. His eyes couldn't help but notice how low-cut her top was, exposing so much squeezable breast flesh and the chasm of cleavage between her mountainous tits.

"Cut the bullshit, Maggie!" Andrew said angrily. "What is this?"

"Oh... that," she replied, nonplussed. "Well, if I got my way into your house, I wanted to at least get a peek. And I must say, I am VERY impressed."

"I don't care!" Andrew yelled out, making people nearby jump. He did his best to calm himself and not make a scene. "I... this is over the line. This is such a violation. Come after me, I get it, that's fine, I hate it, but.... but... just don't bring Kathleen into this. What are you gonna with these pictures? Are you gonna, like, put these out, or..." he began.

"Oh! No, no, nothing like that," Maggie said with a laugh. "I'm not looking to humiliate her like that. No, I won't, like, body-shame her or anything just because she has nothing tits. It's just a bit of fun, really. Was just looking for you, got a peek at her, too. That's it. Not too impressed, I admit, I mean, she's flat as a board, but..."

"MAGGIE!" he called out with barely contained fury. He took a deep breath and turned away, trying to gather himself.

"Relax, darling," Maggie said, stepping up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders, her boobs grazing his back. He jumped at her touch and turned around.

"Don't touch me!" he called out, backing away from her. She only smiled.

"God, you're hot when you're angry," Maggie admired, biting her lower lip. Her plump lips were coated with smooth, shiny lip gloss. And for a moment, despite his boiling anger, he couldn't take his eyes off of them. He imagined them around the root of his dick... NO! Stop it! "You act all angry, but deep down, you know you love it. You've enjoyed every little thing I've done. You might fucking hate my slutty ass, but that doesn't mean you don't want to fuck it! It hasn't stopped you from getting rock hard every step of the way..." she teased, glancing down at his crotch, his bulge evident.

"Maggie," he began, barely controlling his temper. He was normally so laid back, but this woman... she brought this out of him. "This HAS to stop, okay. This might be fun and games for you, but this is my life. My marriage. My... everything. Please, if any part of you actually cares about me... stop. For me." Maggie listened to his words, taking them in. But upon completion, she only smirked.

"I agree," she said, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head. "But why should I ignore what I want... what I need?" Andrew breathed in deeply, glancing out at the ocean, weighing his options. Finally, he turned back to face her.

"What do I have to do to end this?" he asked. Her eyes flashed and she was about to speak up excitedly when he stopped her. "Not that!" he warned firmly, cutting her off, making her back down and scowl slightly. "Is there anything, within reason, that I can do to make you stop this?" Weighing his options, and realizing his desperation, he continued. "Do you need money? Will that make you stop?" Yeah, he didn't like this option, but... he was willing to do almost anything, other than cheating, to put an end to this. Maggie held his gaze with her stunning eyes for a few moments before grinning again.

"Andrew," she began, taking one step towards him. "I want the same thing I've wanted from the start." She paused again, her intention unclear. Then, she smiled brightly. "I want you to take my picture." Andrew's eyes narrowed. Did she want more than this, and was only using this as a lead-in? Or was this truly what she was after?

"Maggie..." he began hesitantly, not really wanting to put himself back into the same situation that got him into trouble before.

"You say you are willing to do anything to put an end to this? Well, this is what I want..." she said firmly, not backing down. "I want you to do one more photoshoot for me. I mean it when I say you're the best. I've modeled quite a bit, and your camera makes love to my body like no other. You get it. You know what you're fucking doing! Guys like Marco are... nothing... compared to you. So, you want me to stop bothering you? Another photoshoot with you would be more than enough. But this time, there's not gonna be any debate or discussion. If we're doing this, we're gonna go all the way."

"What do you mean?" Andrew asked nervously, not sure where she was going.

"If I get you on the hook for one more shoot, I'm gonna make it count," she stated. He still looked confused. "If we're doing this, Andrew, then my clothes are coming off. All of them." Andrew winced, but she was undeterred. "That's what I want, babe. A nude photoshoot, with you taking the pictures. I've been holding off on doing this just for you. Only you. Because you love my body, and your camera does too. My naked body deserves to get showcased, and you're the only man for the job." The married man was frozen, unsure what to say to this. "And when I say naked, I mean naked. Not a stitch of clothing on me. And I won't let you be shy either. I want you to take pictures of everything. All my naughty bits. If you do that, if you showcase my naked body to the world... then I think that will be enough for me to stop playing with you."

Andrew took this in. Clearly, this was a dangerous game. If he agreed, then he'd be going along with a plan that would end with him seeing this woman he detested naked. This woman who had stalked him, and broken into his house, and had taken photos of him and his wife in their most intimate moments. This woman who'd been barraging him, a married man, with dirty pictures and teasing texts. She did all these horrible things to him and his wife, and she was trying to convince him to see her naked. And the bad thing was, as bad as it sounded, it was almost the preferred option compared to what she could be demanding of him. Obviously, the last time he had taken pictures of her, it had ended with him almost cheating on his wife. But, the way she was pushing him now, while he might not give in to her tempting wiles, she could do far worse damage, not only to him, but to his wife, and their reputations. He didn't want to go along with her. He didn't want to take pictures of her again, but, he had to step up. He had put himself into this mess. Now, he had to get himself out.

"And there won't be any funny business? Just... pictures?" he asked firmly. She smiled, knowing she had him on the hook.

"Of course," Maggie replied. "I'll take off my clothes, and you'll take pictures of my hot naked body. That's it. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do..." she said with a small smirk. Andrew's eyes narrowed. She was the root of all his problems. This twisted little minx. Now, despite his best judgment, he was being forced to go along with her once more.

"You're a real piece of work, Maggie," Andrew said, shaking his head. She just kept grinning.