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

She was a gorgeous woman, with flowing, chestnut-colored hair and a slim figure that boasted a bedaze set of white meat, bout and perky, though not very declamatory, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very with child, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

She 'd been teasing him for a very yearn time. He watched her through her windows whenever she undressed. She never closed the subterfuge or drew the ghost while she changed. Even when she wanted some unique time, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might stimulate been a more appropriate word.

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

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to Town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in time with her bowel movement, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy spell of rubber or a vibrating piece of music of plastic. And he would always save himself for her sexual climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breasts with her destitute hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he tolerate himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a outlet that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an mind of her agenda. Where she was during the day, what she did at nighttime, where she went when she was out. All of that fourth dimension was spent in preparation for tonight.

He took a retarding force of his cigaret as he watched her through the windowpane. She was getting quick to go out, but she was n't expecting to land anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a sister blue devil or white harvest top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to evince off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the mortal she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a ruffled purple blouse and a dark-colored mini skirt over pair of black leggings. This was the type of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to make for anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty good indicator. This was a `` going out with friends '' outfit.

A few hour later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her bag on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillight were back breaker in the length, he slyly extracted himself from the tree arm and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was sure of himself, pulled down his ski mask and ran across the street. He wore all melanise, so he was unmanageable to spot as he stayed in the shadows. He ran around to the side of the house and used a Ka-bar tongue to jimmy open a window so he could grovel inside.

She had no alarum system, and no weenie to produce a fuss. The sign of the zodiac was idle silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the bedroom when he heard the presence door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly yakety-yak, no laugh. She was alone.

He heard a audio that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to relax and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the auditory sensation of her footsteps coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of heels filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a crack in the doorway, the elbow room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine-coloured down on the bedside board long enough to draw herself comfortable on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might take in been reading a ledger. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine-coloured, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her innocent hired hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to bristle out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eye off the iPad. She began massaging her titty and started rubbing her legs together. A lenient moan escaped her lips and she started getting more aggressive with her trace. She pulled out one boob and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side and began to slide under her skirt.

He heard her cunt squelch as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her digit were moving so fast that she was making squish noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the pot caused his prevision to rise.

Soon, she gave a final saccade and, like she always did, squeezed her white meat punishing and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather tawdry. 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 hand from her skirt. She looked at it for a minute and, realizing it was covered in her cleaning lady juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine-colored crank. She placed the spyglass back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another XXX minutes before he moved again. He wanted to wee-wee sure as shooting she had fallen asleep, and her truelove breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to pull in a audio. It did n't squeak when he entered it, but it would be his chance that it score a auditory sensation now and alert her to his presence before it was fourth dimension. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the alight switch and flicked it off ; not a phone 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 immobilize in his running, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were ranch apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hand and lifted her dame up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet spot right where her pussy was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a fast fade with the knife, cutting a long pussy into the material and exposing a duad of depressed scanty, underneath which was her sopping wet slit. He moved the scanty aside and lodge his finger inside her, to which her solid body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her eternal sleep. Her eyes fluttered candid and she stared at him in mental confusion for respective long seconds.

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

'' aid ! help oneself me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each incline, and held her in spot. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild punch 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 tongue to it, and sliced a humble cut into her skin. She immediately stopped struggling as blood line welled around the cut. He placed his handwriting on her face and forced her to face at him.

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

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in play just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. Seven and eight are your wrist. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to move up up the butt of her shirt. She let out a wail of terror 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 terror as he did so. `` You can shout. You can hollo and scream as flash as you want. In fact, I want you to hollo. You 're going to shout. But you will not call for help. Do you sympathize ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a shudder went through her. `` effective, '' he said as he pulled a distance of rope from his Shirley Temple shipment knickers. `` Now, you should acknowledge that I 've done this before. tons of sentence. And if it makes you feel any better, 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 roach he extracted was a handcuff slub with two scant strands that each ended in loops. He slipped the handcuff around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two chain and pulling them down so that her hired man were between her knees while the eyelet went around her ankle, 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 look down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. He liked that idea.

'' First, '' he said, `` I need to take on that I 've made a tiny mistake in all of this. '' She turned her look to count at him, mildly puzzled.

'' What error 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 world. He took his knife and placed the brand inside the slash he made earlier. She felt the insensate steel of the tongue against her flesh and shivered at its tactual sensation. He then moved the tongue rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the cloth to fall away. She could feel the tip of the blade, cold and inexorable, trace her skin as he cut away her leging. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's soupcon on her skin sent tingling aesthesis through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the nates of her leg, but dared not move for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her rose hip, revealing her ass clad in puritanic lace panty. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn over her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small serial publication of cracks, like the audio you hear when you crack your knuckles.

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

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

Suddenly, she felt his hand slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mug that she felt all through her low-pitched region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking hurt ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same post, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hand met the peel of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a plosive speech sound. It was like watching someone shake a denture of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the exact configuration of his helping hand. She would carry this fall guy for at to the lowest degree a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you live why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the judgment of conviction by a flash smack on the other butt cheek. When the only response he got was a choke, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for calendar week now, from that Tree across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the windowpane, which she could barely see, and at the tree diagram he had crawled down from earlier.

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

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

'' Answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her head. `` wrong resolution, '' he said, and laid a hand across her cheek.

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` delight ! 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 smack. This time, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her consistency around but being especially mindful to stand by out her ass, making it a larger target. `` Do n't ! break off it ! ``

Another stinging smack !

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

SMACK !

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

She felt the frigidity, unforgiving tip of the tongue against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her acantha. He buried the vane under the waistline of her panty and gave a quick flick ; the pliant waistband was sliced, which she felt feed around her waistline. He then took the rest period by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The only things that remained were her purpurate blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another savour came, but this time he did n't deplume his hired hand away. His hand came to rest on her et puss, splashing her woman succus onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a digit into her pussycat, and then two. Her eye rolled into the back of her head as she lay there in silence.

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

'' No, '' she lied, but the timbre of her voice betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smooch on her cunt. A jerking of pleasure jibe through her while the stinging continued. She could find the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't bruise me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the fingers back. He did, and they went deep inside her. She felt them trace her insides, tickling the back paries of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep joy. While the finger on the one hand were still inside her, his former hired hand laid down a few Sir Thomas More smacks on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` ejaculate here '' motion.

'' No, turn back, '' 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 fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the punt wall of her pussycat 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 helping hand in and out, pounding her snatch with nothing but his finger. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! give up ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! living scream, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her snatch. She contracted tightly around his fingerbreadth, but he still kept moving them. His digit massaged the spongy piece at the straw man of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, stop it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his prick abstruse inside her. But there was one Sir Thomas More thing he wanted to do. He removed his fingers and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toys and pulled out a slightly oversize vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her asshole ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

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

'' Oh fuck ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out aloud as her shit stretched to strike the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his finger's breadth were back inside her, pounding away so operose that her insides soon felt like mush. His ovolo rested against her clitoris, massaging it every prison term he pushed in. Her wall contracted again as he fingered her closely puss and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck sleep with screwing ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tense up and the first orgasm came to her ! `` screw ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her second, thirdly, one-fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the time the 7th rolled around, her phonation had failed her and she was lay in secretiveness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as waving after wave of orgasms consumed her hale body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her slit, which was so rigorous 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 pants and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his peter against her pussy, and drove himself into her.

Her kitty-cat was so miserly around his hammer, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a solid new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every moment before he came himself.

She felt him come in her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop over him ; she could barely move 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 super sensitive front rampart of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and Forth against his cock, which stretched her close pussy out and pushed up on the back of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to throb and move faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, mucilaginous heart eject from the tip of his turncock and get along to rest 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 a good deal cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his manus back on her slit and rubbed it around, massaging his heart into the skin of her pussy before giving her clit one death `` hello. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

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

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

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a farsighted 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 exhausted to go shower off. She closed her eyes to catch her breath, and was out before she could count to ten .