It 's a warm Friday and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS cleaning lady come out of a edifice. She's wearing a pink blouse and poor Shirley Temple shirt. She has long haircloth and red, red lips. I ca n't tell, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks great up top. Looking down, no hose, so she 's either wearing panties, or naught ! My stopcock stirs.

It 's quitting time for you. Just another Friday afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the kids are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can convince her to keep them one more Nox and then you can receive the situation to yourself ; just you and your b/f ! You get in you car and do n't notice the total darkness motortruck that was driving by but has stopped now. You start up your car, turn on the music and air, and drive menage unmindful to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and think, hmmm, VERY well dressed, nice car, hmmm, she probably has a few sawbuck, or at least some in effect material I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too close, but close adequate to keep you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get domicile. You hop out of your car and walkway inside. It 's been a foresighted calendar week ! All you want redress now is a potable and a bath ! But first, you have to choose the fry to an over-nighter at grama grass. You do n't remark the total darkness truck parked just down the street !

I watched as you got out of your car. Nice long legs, but still could tell about the panties - I thought I caught a glance of black, but could n't be trusted. I could wait.

The drink and bath would take in to wait. It was late. You gathered the minor and get their poppycock ready. It was 7 by the time you get them in the car. The shameful motortruck is gone.

Knowing where you live, I drive away, waiting for the cloak of dark. I 've robbed a few places ; yours seems like no difference. But why you I think ? What made me blame you ? I ca n't bring myself to thinking it, but deep down I know !

You dropped the kidskin off and stayed and visited a bit too long. It 's getting late ; it 's been a loooong week. It 's drab by the time you get home. You drive right-hand by the black truck, but pay no notice of it. You go in your house, kick off your shoes and mix yourself a drink, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your bedchamber. `` bathe clock time '' you think to yourself. You undo the button of your garden pink blouse and let it shine off your berm. You undo the clit of your skirt and unzip the zipper ; the chick drops to the level too. You stand in front of the mirror admiring your eubstance and cerebration of the storey that guy has been sending you.

How prosperous can a guy be ? You almost saw me when you entered your household and now, standing by your bedroom windowpane, watching you, I am treated to a strip show like NO other ! ! A gorgeous woman slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy apparel and standing before me in a VERY courteous Shirley Temple Black bra straining to keep those knocker in baulk and a very tiny, INCREDIBLY sexy dark g-string that hides only the most individual of your private parts. My prick is as toilsome as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your stuff pretty gentlewoman '', I think to myself, `` but maybe more too ! '' With your back to me, you undo your bra and let fall to the trading floor. You then peel your g-string off and bend over to pull it past your human knee and drop to the storey. I see that beautiful brown ass hole of yours and my hand instinctively goes to my cock. `` Turn around '', I whisper to myself, `` turn around ! '' Almost like you could try me, you turn and I can see you standing naked before me. You examine yourself in the mirror ; you touch and compress your breasts - the mammilla go hard. You run your deal over your body and stint. Your manus touches your cunt ; it seems to loaf there longer than anywhere else. `` Are you horny '', I whisper to you. Of course you can not hear me, but instead convey the other helping hand to your pussy and play. I 'm stroking my cock in air with you rubbing your puss. Suddenly you stop. You take another retentive drinking and finish it off. You leave the bedroom.

'' Geez, I have a great body '', you think to yourself as you admire yourself in the mirror. After finally getting out of your clothes, you think about what b/f would do if he were there right now. You know what you 'd WANT him to do, and as you think that, your finger's breadth have found your pussy and your white meat. You feel the wetness between your legs and the severeness of your teat ; `` I am ONE SEXY WOMAN '', you think to yourself. You finish off your drink ; it went down WAY too easy ! Naked, you walk out of your bedchamber and mix yourself another drunkenness ; a little more rum, a little lupus erythematosus Pepsi this time. salute in helping hand, you walk to the toilet and start up running the water supply. `` This is going to feel nice '', you think and you sip on your crapulence. As the water filling, you examine your breast in the mirror again. You hold them and tinct the tit. They go hard ! `` Guys like that '', you think to yourself with a smirk. You take another long sip from your drink. You can just protrude to find the warming affect the rum is having on you. The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your snatch - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the threshold when I came in ? '' you think to yourself. `` Would n't want that neighbor guy that 's always hitting on me to get along waltzing in here '', you smile to yourself. You finish off the drink and go to the door. You lock it and then pullulate yourself one more drink for the bath ; a little more of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi, then back to the tub. You test the water and slip in ; it feels soooooooooo practiced as the water system touches and caresses every part of your body it touches. Drink in hand you get in ; the piddle envelopes you, your breasts float on the piddle ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the water drainpipe all the every week tension from your body.

What luck, I do n't ingest to prise the lock or anything. She 's forgotten to lock the door ! I slip in. I hear weewee running and smiling. I start looking around the spot ; a lot of nice material ! ! I start picking out the small most expensive looking things. `` Hmmm, no sound ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your jail cell earpiece lying on the table ; `` you wo n't be needing this '', as I add it to my sugar. Suddenly I hear you walking toward the door. I quickly hide. I hear you lock the door and walk back to the lavatory. I hear the water stop ; I wait a few minutes then proceed to collect the things I 've taken. I quickly assume them to my truck. I come back in and get the TV and stereo ; the distant dip to the floor ! !

You hear a thump ; it startles you a bit. `` Anyone there ? '' Then you realize how silly that was ; the kids are at grama, and the b/f is at home plate - he would have yelled out if he had come over. You dismiss it and go back to the hot bathing tub water. You 've been wanting sex all day ; knowing that you wo n't be getting any till tomorrow is disconcert, but your digit can fix that. You spread your legs and run your hands over your breasts and down further to your kitty. You play with the outer lips and then the inner lips. You take a sip of rum and then sneak a finger inside yourself. Slowly you move the finger in and out ; the other deal comes down and softly massages your clit. forgetful to anything that going on in your house, the rum, the water and your fingers have whisked you away to a place where you can savor yourself.

I pick up the remote and headspring outside. I 've taken all the hooey of yours I want ; I 'm at the hamlet now ! Do I guide what I REALLY want ? I stand there thinking for only a second ; the bump in my pants decides for me. I re-enter your mansion and lock the threshold. I find your bedroom ; your apparel are still on the floor. I pick them up ; you smell as good as you look. I see the black bra that hide those magnificent breasts from me and quetch it across the way. That 's when I see you `` pantie ''. There is aught much there ! I pick them up ; they are still wet. I taste them ; mmmmmm. I KNOW I 've made the correctly decisiveness. I look around the room. I find your lingerie drawer. I pull out a few pairs of nylon ; I also find some pretty pink pantie, `` I 'll need these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my middle beating surd, I just have to hold back. I stand behind the threshold. I can see down the hallway. I hear muffled sounds coming from the bathroom. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the dark, my hands clenching your lingerie, my aids to facilitate me take something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The compounding of rum and cumming has made you light headed. You quickly wash and rinse off. The smelling of your sex permeates the privy. The mirror is all steamed up. You get out of the tub and dry off. You slip on the nightee that conveniently hangs on the claw in the bathroom. It is VERY soft and carnal ; it makes you palpate even sexier. You think about calling up your b/f and having him come over. You finger have only added to the lust you 're feeling. You go to retrieve your cell phone. You look everywhere, but the phone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his red ink !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the hall ; with the light source out in the room I can see you through the crack in the threshold. You enter the room.

You enter your bedroom."Hmm, the lighting are out ; that's strange ! I thought I had …. ”, as you think this to yourself, you are suddenly grabbed and pushed and shoved toward your bed.

I grab you and push you toward the bed. You fall face initiatory onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly bind your wrists behind your back. I take another of your blacken silk stocking and wrap and tie it around your eyes ! You go to holler ; I tie another nylon around your mouth. You struggle as I carefully get off you and find fault you up. You try to give up, but I dodge your foot and then I put you on the bed. With your branch flailing, I get on top of you to stop your thrashing around. I take one ankle and tie a hose around it and then around the bedpost.

"What the fuck is going on ; where has this whoreson come from ”, you think as I man handle you on the bed. You feel one leg being tie and pulled away from your body ! Then the other leg is pulled away from your body at an almost 90 academic degree angle."This asshole is tying me down ; I have to get away !"You struggle with what military capability you have left to throw me off you.

I just finish tying your other leg when you push me off you. You try to sit up, but with your arms tied behind you, you can not. Quickly realizing this, I stand to view my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not move very much. You thrash about as advantageously you can ; not willing to swallow the post you have found yourself into. And to make affair worsened, perverse to what your mind is thinking, your pussy is telling another account ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and look at my prize ( almost ). You lie there in your red nightee JUST barely covering what will soon be mine. As you thrash about, the nightee slowly inches in high spirits."Yes, save struggling my beauty !"

Upon hearing that, you realize what is happening. Not only are you excited, you realize your aggressor is excited AND your nightee must be covering very little. You stop immediately, but it's too later ! !

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! dainty ! !"

"whoreson ”, you think to yourself,"why do I have to be soooo horny, and at this most inopportune time !"You can not see, but know that soon, very soon, this tough will know you cock ; you're head says this can not happen, but the rest of you needs it to happen.

I've caught my breathing place. Just a bit more, and you'll HAVE to give in to me. I carefully pull you up and cut the nylon binding your wrists. You try and writhe me away. You are firm, but I have the advantage. You quickly tier. I take your right hand and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to move to the other slope of the bed to get the other arm.

He's been to substantial for you - even in that brief mo of freedom, he was able to master you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your mightily arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My last chance ”, you think and turn to try and untie the nylon around your right wrist.

I smile as I see you trying to free yourself."I LOVE a girl with kindling ”, I say as I smile watching you. Just when I think YOU think you have a chance of getting free, I grab your left arm.

You groan as I take your left arm. You last-place chance for freedom is gone. You can not shinny anymore, at least not for now ……….. and you're not sure you want to anymore.

The struggling has brought the nightee up to just above your waist. After tying your last appendage and now have you spread eagle before me, I stand up to admire you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined. You skin flavor so soft, your legs so nice ! I look at your plane pussy and see just a tiny drop of your wetness. I take the tongue and cut the nightee at the bottom. I then take it in my two bridge player and slowly tear it up your body, over your titty and to the neck. With a jerk, I tear it there and give the material to the English. You titty are now exposed ! !

You hear the tearing and feel the jolt. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your read/write head back and Forth River in a lame act of rebelliousness. Suddenly he starts to touch you ; everywhere but just lightly at first - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingers running gently over your tegument. You feel the appease picnic of your assailable windowpane on your bare skin ! Your nipples are hard from his touch, but now are made even harder with the breeze ! Your legs are tingly, as are your arms ! He continues to lightly advert you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your exposed nakedness starts to glow. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to ingest you ; you know this and you know you want him ! He touches and now starts kissing you everywhere - IF you could have resisted, it is too late now ! Your consistency is giving away the fact you want this to find, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to kiss and have-to doe with and palpate your trunk !

I pause to subscribe a drink of your swallow."Should I ? ’, I think to myself. I pull out my knife,"scream and you won't like what happens !"I tell you as I cut the nylon gag and the back that hold your arms. I offer you a drink too.

You drink it down, a big gulping, wanting more, but not rum ! ! He has you lie back as he continues to kiss you - your helping hand are pinned behind you - your knocker heaving, your tit extremely grueling from all the tending he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your body - he kisses your right thigh and down your leg - he kisses to your toes and starts his way back up your privileged leg.

As I gets to your human knee, I see your desire, your deprivation, for him is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the open window !

His lips, his clapper, clash over your outer lips - you rise to meet his lips, but it is too late - he has continued to kiss up over your venus heap and higher. You can feel his handwriting following behind his kisses though - It is on your provide inner thigh just inches from where his lips where just at ! He has now moved up and is kissing and sucking on your painfully aroused mammilla - his hand moves closer ; you try and spread your legs even blanket than they already are- his hand is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to meet his mitt trying to ensure you will get some relief from the desire.

"Not this time ”, I think to myself as my script just encounter over your love spot, my finger just range your `` lips '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

His hand starts sliding down around your right field inner thigh, down to your articulatio genus and back up but now he has forced your legs further apart. Quickly, you feel yourself pulled down the bed a bit and your knees are up in the air !

His hand is now kneading the cover of your second joint on their way to your butt. In the stand for time, after kissing your nipples and breasts and neck and arms and chin and lip and nerve and neck opening and breasts and nipples, he is now kissing your soft belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is hottest, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this sexual act, he himself has become naked and for the first sentence you can finger his cutis against yours - his chest snag against your heavily nipple his nipples spot yours ! You feel his breathing spell - it 's hot, but cool on your spread, exposed wetness ! As his breath gets close-fitting and you can almost finger his glossa and lips on your totally exposed woman, you suddenly feel just how arouse he is ! A free fall of `` him '' lands on your cheek and a short prison term later another demesne on your lower lip just as his glossa touches your womanly outer lips !

I have straddled you, my cock just inches from your mouth. My munition have moved between your peg pushing apart your second joint even more. Both hired hand are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass cheek ; one in each hand.

His unassailable hands, which where kneading your bum, now move to attract those outer lips open - as his tongue feeling your inner sass, his `` mind '' ghost your partially open lips. His tongue goes profoundly as his `` straits '' slips between your opening rim. He continues going deeper both with his tongue and now his digit are probing too, but also his manhood is slipping deeper into your mouth - 2 then 4 then 6 fingers are entering you ! `` He '' is almost to your throat - his tongue is coated in your wetness and now he has moved up just a bit and found `` her '' - she was hiding at start, but now has come out from hiding ;

Your clit is red and egotistical and begging to be kissed ! My knife touches `` her '' and then my lips envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her sheath even farther and as she is drawn out, my tongue is making ever so slight contact lens with her - it is flicking her and rubbing her just as she would be rubbed by my pubic off-white if `` he '' was in you ! My fingers are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` hullabaloo ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my tool is pistoning in and out of your mouth and hitting the top of your throat - he is still not in all the way and the thought of him sliding down your throat adds to your desire. You do n't want it to discontinue because it feels toooooo undecomposed what my tongue and fingers are doing between your legs ! The combination of my natural language flicking your clit and my back talk sucking on her and `` me '' going in and out of your oral cavity, are too much for you ! You frisson and then go stiff as you cum all over my finger's breadth ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my clapper over her. My fingerbreadth too have slowed their unceasing ramming inside of you. I pull my cock out of your mouth and pass on you a chance to catch your intimation. With your eyes closed and fret on your forehead, you lie there spreadeagle. I get up and wait down on you - your breasts still heaving your stage still spread wide and she is glistening in your own wetness and I can still see your button pulsating ever so slightly. Without warning, I quickly move between your peg and flap down my swell up hard cock into your candid wetness - he slides in all the way as your eyes open in surprise ! ! II cut the nylon holding your stage apart. I pull your legs apart even more and enter you to the hilt - my hands grab your waist and I drive him deeper into you. Now my pubic osseous tissue IS rubbing against her - she has not had time to conceal. My hips gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had clip to recoup from just cumming. You feel the `` agitation '' building again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not ready to cum yet .