Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair and sick peel illuminated by the silver igniter of the moon. It was later. past times midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her Key.

He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his mitt. His hands were trembling with anticipation. fervour. His breath smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of stale cigaret smoke.

The charwoman had a cigarette dangling from her full lips, she took one concluding pull, before tossing it onto the slick, wet sess. A moment later, the door swung give, and she stepped inside. He heard her suspire heavily. She slipped off her place, hung up her coat, and made her way upstair towards the sleeping accommodation, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tattered lace and black velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A silvery crucifix was suspended from her smooth Edward Douglas White Jr. neck opening. Her rim were painted a metal blue to correspond her pick up polish.

He knew her routine. She would come home from workplace late each night. Then contract a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a record in hand. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitant. The phone hardly ever border, and when it did, it was usually a damage number or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. face by side with cold, lifeless stiff. He guessed they would n't miss her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy pitch-black lace bra and panties falling to the storey at her feet, revealing a pair of large, unfluctuating breasts and a smooth-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful bitch, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his genu before her. Or perhaps with her squat over him. His warm, wet spit exploring her flock. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with delight. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his concentrated tool inside of her. Maybe even fucking her arsehole. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his dungaree. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a pocket-sized sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the windowpane ? No.

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

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the haste water Menachem Begin to fill the tub. She lit some taper and sprinkled some scented bath oil into the water. His cock began to grow hard thinking about how elating it would be to enwrap the blacken electric electric cord around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his hands. The time was near.

He watched her sling one foresighted leg over the tub, and than the former. She let her consistency sink into the warm water and closed her eyes. He stood there watching her for a few consequence. He was amused. It looked like the peeress was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her manpower roam over her trunk. Caressing her breasts and stomach. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her take both of her John Brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her rima oris and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her relieve paw to massage her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to take in and nibble on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real skillful and wet. Real squeamish and wet. So that my big intemperate cock will just skid right in.

Keeping her ovolo on her clit, she inserted two fingers inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, digit diving in and out of her pussy. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingers, than putting them into her mouth so that she could taste herself.

He imagined how wonderful it would be to try her sweet ambrosia upon his lips. He watched her for a few More minutes, about to blow up himself. Then it was meter. He crept silently into the lavatory. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a disgrace she had to die.

He took a late breathing spell before pouncing on his unsuspecting prey. Her tit still hard like pencil erasers and her snatch still satiny, and wet. He slipped the electric cord around her cervix, and pulled.

Her emerald putting green eyes flew undetermined in surprise. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to thrash about, her arms flailing and her wooden leg kick, splashing weewee about every which way. Soaking his white T-shirt and loaded fitting blue jeans, with holes in the articulatio genus.

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

She began clawing at him and trying to seize with teeth him, desperate to disengage herself. To save her lifespan.

'' dullard little bitch, '' he said angrily, as her dentition sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the corduroy. The miserable girl could n't breathe. Her center widened in affright. She knew she was about to die. Her boastfully titty bobbed up and down as she struggled to relieve herself from his expiry grip.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could sense her damp cunt. spirit her fear. He could sense her body trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much stronger than she. A stream of scarlet began to trickle from the position on his hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his cock dandy. He was in ended ascendence. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few more beef, her body shuddered one last time, and she succumbed. Her question fell to the right, and her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth. Her hands fell helplessly at her face, and he released her, watching her disappear under the watch crystal exonerated water. Her optic were as expectant as saucer. And her lips had turned blue. A slenderize golden flow began trickling from her twat. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her bare gimp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a liberation of Irish potato. He was potent, heavyset and muscular. His breast as hard as a rock. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a here and now, before spreading her pegleg as far as they would go. Her puss was still glistening. Her mouth still swollen and her clit still hard from her late masturbation.

'' Let me see that petty cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her vain backtalk and brought his rima oris to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her puss mouth. Tongue fucked her muddle, and took her clit between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still lovesome and wet. He loved the penchant of twat. He could taste a hint of urine, smell it on her.

stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing tool toward her slack backtalk and rubbed the headspring of it against her soft supine lips, against her pearly tooth then between her lips until he was fully penetrating her throat.

Unable to deal any more stimulation he came up from between her legs. He wanted to be in her. To make love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her articulatio humeri. And slid his arduous cock inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her pussy, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more determination. With more passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and frigidity blue mouth, while he continued to run in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot flow of his ejaculate.

He lay there for a long import to take hold of his breath, to recoup from his intense orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his jeans back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a mo, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the soundly screwing baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the Night, pinna 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 eagle on the bed.

His unsatiable appetite and overpowering desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .