He had been watching her for weeks. He was n't sure how many, though ; he had stopped counting after week seven. How long did n't matter, though. What did matter was that he had decided that tonight was going to be the night.

She was a gorgeous charwoman, with flowing, chestnut-colored hair and a thin material body that boasted a daze set of breasts, circle and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very declamatory, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

She 'd been teasing him for a very prospicient meter. He watched her through her windows whenever she undressed. She never closed the blinds or drew the tad while she changed. Even when she wanted some unequaled fourth dimension, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might have been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` Take a feeling at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and watch out and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to townspeople on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in sentence with her campaign, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy art object of rubber or a vibrating small-arm of plastic. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her knocker with her relinquish hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he allow himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a release that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an musical theme of her schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at night, where she went when she was out. All of that meter was spent in planning for tonight.

He took a drag of his butt as he watched her through the windowpane. She was getting set to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone plate. When she was, she would put on either a child blue or blank crop top and a short-shorts. That kit meant she was wanting to prove off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to observe her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-coloured miniskirt annulus over dyad of black leggings. This was the eccentric of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to impart anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty good indicant. This was a `` going out with acquaintance '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her purse on her arm. She entered the rider 's incline and the car drove off. Once the taillights were Zen in the aloofness, he slyly extracted himself from the tree branch and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was trusted of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade party and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the shadows. He ran around to the position of the theatre and used a Ka-bar tongue to lever open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no warning device system, and no wienerwurst to upgrade a fuss. The business firm was numb silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the sleeping room when he heard the face door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the strait of her latching the deadbolt. No favorable chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a icebox being opened, followed by the tinkling of looking glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of vino to unbend and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the speech sound of her step coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of hound filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a crack in the door, the room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to bring in herself comfortable on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a piece and he assumed she might have been reading a record book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her complimentary handwriting, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was earn that she was reading some case of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her peg together. A soft moan escaped her back talk and she started getting more fast-growing with her touch modality. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her former hired man dropped the iPad to her side of meat and began to slip under her skirt.

He heard her pussy takedown as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her fingers were moving so fast that she was making splashing racket. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the slew caused his expectation to rise.

Soon, she gave a final jerk and, like she always did, squeezed her tit hard and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather flash. He liked that. He liked it when they were loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hired man from her skirt. She looked at it for a moment and, realizing it was covered in her cleaning woman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine-coloured crank. She placed the methamphetamine hydrochloride back on the board and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another 30 minutes before he moved again. He wanted to make sure she had fallen asleep, and her unbendable respiration was substantiation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet threshold so as not to make up a sound. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it make a auditory sensation now and alert her to his presence before it was time. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the Light Within switch and flicked it off ; not a sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the knife from his belt sheath and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze in his tracks, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were spread apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet spot right where her pussycat was and put his tongue there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick slice with the knife, cutting a long twat into the material and exposing a pair of blue panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panty aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, pop, '' she moaned in her eternal rest. Her oculus fluttered open up and she stared at him in muddiness for respective farseeing seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to roll out away from him ! She was n't fast enough ; he grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her back to him !

'' assistant ! help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each face, and held her in office. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing raging punches at him, but most of them missed or only connected with a glancing blow.

Once she had tired herself out from struggling, he grabbed her arm, pressed the knife to it, and sliced a small cut into her hide. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his manus on her grimace and forced her to look at him.

'' Every time you call for avail, that 's a cut. '' he said as calmly as if they were sitting down for a cup of tea. `` That was turn one. Two will be the other arm. Three and four will be your pegleg. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your knocker. Seven and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the tongue at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the bottom of her shirt. She let out a wail of panic as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' Number nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in threat as he did so. `` You can yell. You can yell and yell as tatty as you want. In fact, I want you to cry. You 're going to squall. But you will not call for help. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded as bout streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a quiver went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a duration of rope from his opprobrious load pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. rafts of sentence. And if it makes you feel any substantially, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're skilful and you do as I say, we wo n't even have to go to two. ``

The rope he extracted was a handcuff knot with two short strand that each ended in loop. He slipped the handcuff around her wrist and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her handwriting were between her knees while the loops went around her ankles, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a turnabout hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her human face down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely incapacitated now, entirely at his mercifulness. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. He liked that idea.

'' first-class honours degree, '' he said, `` I need to take that I 've made a tiny mistake in all of this. '' She turned her face to wait at him, mildly puzzled.

'' What mistake is that ? '' She asked through tears.

'' Oh, I forgot to undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the earth. He took his knife and placed the leaf blade inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the coldness steel of the knife against her figure and shivered at its feeling. He then moved the tongue rapidly and sliced her leg covering further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the cloth to fall away. She could feel the tip of the blade, cold and unforgiving, touch her peel as he cut away her leging. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's spot on her peel sent tingling sensory faculty through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not move for reverence that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leging were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the relaxation of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her coxa, revealing her ass clad in blue lace scanty. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her beauty, but she could n't turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small series of chap, like the sound you hear when you crack your knuckles.

'' What are you going to do to me ? '' she asked, still somewhat tearful.

He said aught, but she soon felt his mitt grasp her buttock and give a good squeeze. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both fear and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his handwriting away.

Suddenly, she felt his handwriting slap her buttock, leaving a edged score that she felt all through her lower neighborhood. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking hurt ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hand met the hide of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a plosive speech sound. It was like watching someone rock a home base of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red First Baron Marks of Broughton he was leaving were in the exact shape of his hand. She would pack this stain for at least a calendar week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the other stooge cheek. When the only reply he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for workweek now, from that Tree across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the window, which she could barely see, and at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you disrobe ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the episodic sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another smooch, this one a bit more centered near her pussy, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by early men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a piffling animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussy, and she let out an nonvoluntary squeal of pleasure.

He noticed. He stopped momentarily, confused by what he had just heard. Then, as it dawned on him, a large smiling crossed his grimace. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her side and knelt down to look into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her back talk were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her totally trunk was shaking.

'' reply me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her headway. `` Wrong answer, '' he said, and laid a hand across her cheek.

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` please ! Stop ! ``

There it was. She was screaming now. He felt himself getting engorged already, but now was not the time. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another nip. This clip, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to stick out her ass, making it a bigger target. `` Do n't ! hold back it ! ``

Another stinging relish !

'' Let me go ! Please, just let me go ! '' She waved her ass back and forth in his face.

SMACK !

'' I wo n't assure anybody you were here, just please let me go ! ``

She felt the frigidness, unforgiving tip of the tongue against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her prickle. He buried the brand under the waistline of her panties and gave a nimble flick ; the rubber band waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the respite by the manus and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The lonesome things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't wound me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another scag came, but this time he did n't take out his hired man away. His hand came to lie on her et pussy, splashing her woman juice onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her kitty-cat, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lay there in silence.

'' Do you like that ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she lied, but the whole step of her representative betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his finger's breadth and laying another smack on her pussy. A jolt of pleasure stroke through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't hurt me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the finger's breadth back. He did, and they went inscrutable inside her. She felt them trace her inside, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasance. While the fingers on the one hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few more flavor on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up up on his digit, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` semen here '' motion.

'' No, quit, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his finger quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back up wall of her pussy and pushed against it, to which she began bucking back against his hand.

'' No, do n't do that ! '' she cried. He began moving his hand in and out, pounding her pussy with nothing but his fingerbreadth. `` Oh, God, no ! block up it ! contain ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep shrieking, '' he ordered her. He pounded her kitty-cat faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her kitty-cat. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingerbreadth massaged the spongy persona at the movement of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, check it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking digit out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to soak up his cock deep inside her. But there was one more affair he wanted to do. He removed his finger's breadth and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toy and pulled out a slightly outsized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her shit ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' surmise where this is going ? '' He spread her brass wide and squabble on her prick, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh fuck ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out loud as her asshole stretched to necessitate the toy. `` No, contract it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his digit were back inside her, pounding away so severely that her interior soon felt like mush. His quarter round rested against her button, massaging it every meter he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her taut pussy and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck screwing fuck ! Fuck me ! '' Her body strain and the first orgasm came to her ! `` piece of tail ME ! screw ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her back, tierce, fourth, twenty percent, one-sixth ! By the time the 7th rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in secretiveness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her foreland and she shook steadily as wave after waving of sexual climax consumed her whole physical structure. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the audio of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his digit from her pussy, which was so tight at this point that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to buzz inside her ass, and he knew that now was the time.

He unbuttoned his bloomers and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his dick against her cunt, and take himself into her.

Her snatch was so tight around his cock, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a totally new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every second before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to turn back him ; she could barely make a motion her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the topnotch raw movement wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her tight pussy out and pushed up on the backbone of her kitty-cat, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to shudder and motivate faster, almost with an importunity. He soon gave a terminal thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, unenviable punk eject from the tip of his hammer and come to perch deep inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his pants back on. She was breathing heavily, barely conscious. `` Fucker, '' she wheezed. `` You came inside me. So much cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his manus back on her twat and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the pelt of her kitty-cat before giving her clit one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the legal brief tease.

'' How do you live with yourself ? '' she asked. `` Going around, taking reward of poor old ladies like me ? ``

'' I already told you. I 've never had to count to ten. '' He took the knife and cut the circle tying her up. She relaxed her body as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to leave the room, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the high-pitched you 've ever had to count ? '' He stopped and turned back to her before answering.

'' One, '' he replied with a smile. `` I 've never had to go past times one. '' And then, he was gone.

She lay in her bed alone for a tenacious time before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and shut it off. She rolled over on her bed, too tucker out to go shower off. She closed her heart to enchant her breath, and was out before she could consider to ten .