Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, sheeny, blue-black hair and blanch hide illuminated by the silver brightness of the moon. It was late. retiring midnight. He watched her draw her way up the steps, and fumble for her headstone.

He took a draught from the bottleful of vodka he held in his hands. His manus were trembling with prevision. turmoil. His breath smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of moth-eaten butt smoke.

The woman had a cigarette dangling from her full lips, she took one terminal drag, before tossing it onto the slick, wet pasture. A moment later, the threshold swung candid, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way up the stairs towards the bedchamber, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tatterdemalion lace and black velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A silver gray crucifix was suspended from her smooth whitened cervix. Her lips were painted a metallic blue sky to couple her nail glossiness.

He knew her subprogram. She would come domicile from body of work late each dark. Then take a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in hand. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The telephone hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a wrong turn or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. side by side with cold-blooded, lifeless corpse. He guessed they would n't escape her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her onionskin black lace bra and pantie falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a couplet of boastfully, firm titty and a clean-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her knee bend over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her bend. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her seminal fluid over and over again, before sliding his hard shaft inside of her. Maybe even fucking her arsehole. He could smell her. Almost gustatory perception her. His pecker throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a belittled sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink black tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beadlike red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a wanderer web, above her punctured naval.

He watched her disappear into the can. Listened to the rush piss Menachem Begin to fill up the bathing tub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some odorize tub oil into the water. His tool began to maturate firmly thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wind the black electric electric cord around her slender cervix. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his paw. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the former. She let her body sink into the strong H2O and closed her oculus. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the gentlewoman was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her hands roam over her eubstance. Caressing her breasts and belly. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her take both of her brown pap between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her unloose script to rub down her clitoris. She began rubbing it while she continued to wet-nurse and pick on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real dainty and wet. rattling nice and wet. So that my big severe tool will just slide right in.

Keeping her thumb on her clit, she inserted two fingers inside of herself. Rubbing her clitoris harder and faster, finger diving in and out of her pussy. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her finger's breadth, than putting them into her backtalk so that she could taste herself.

He imagined how wonderful it would be to smack her sweet nectar upon his lips. He watched her for a few more minutes, about to explode himself. Then it was prison term. He crept silently into the toilet. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a ignominy she had to die.

He took a rich intimation before pouncing on his unsuspecting prey. Her nipple still hard like pencil erasers and her twat still slipperiness, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green center flew spread out in surprise. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to jactitate about, her arms flailing and her branch kick, splashing pee about every which way. Soaking his white tee shirt and blind drunk fitting blue jeans, with holes in the knee.

'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot prosperous if you do n't contend, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his openhanded face.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to justify herself. To save her life.

'' Stupid little gripe, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his paw. He pulled tighter on the cord. The piteous daughter could n't respire. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her enceinte tits bobbed up and down as she struggled to resign herself from his end clutches.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away mantrap, '' he told her. He could reek her soften cunt. Smell her fear. He could feel her body trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much substantial than she. A stream of scarlet began to dribble from the place on his hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his cock swell. He was in gross control. For once in his living he was the one in ability.

Finally after a few Thomas More bang, her body shuddered one last time, and she succumbed. Her head fell to the right field, and her lingua protruded slightly from her mouth. Her hands fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystallization brighten body of water. Her eyes were as orotund as saucers. And her back talk had turned blue. A thin halcyon stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude painting limp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulder like a sacking of potato. He was potent, thick and mesomorphic. His chest as hard as a rock'n'roll. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless trunk for a moment, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her lips still well up and her clit still hard from her Recent epoch onanism.

'' Let me see that niggling pussy of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swollen backtalk and brought his backtalk to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her cunt back talk. natural language fucked her hole, and took her clit between his dentition, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still strong and wet. He loved the preference of pussy. He could sample a steer of urine, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing rooster toward her mire mouth and rubbed the forefront of it against her soft unresisting lips, against her pearly teeth then between her sassing until he was fully penetrating her throat.

Unable to admit any more foreplay he came up from between her legs. He wanted to be in her. To make love to her. He rested each of her peg atop her shoulder. And slid his surd shaft inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more determination. With to a greater extent passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and frigid blueness lips, while he continued to act in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot current of his semen.

He lay there for a tenacious present moment to catch his breathing place, to recover from his vivid orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his jeans back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the good fuck child, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a import he looked out into the night, ear and eyes straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, cold and all alone. Helpless, spread bird of Jove on the bed.

His insatiable appetite and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .