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

She was a gorgeous adult female, with flowing, chestnut-colored hair and a thin figure that boasted a stupefy set of tit, round and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very large, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

She 'd been teasing him for a very farseeing time. He watched her through her Windows whenever she undressed. She never closed the blinds or drew the refinement while she changed. Even when she wanted some alone meter, she left the dark glasses open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might have been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, babe, '' she seemed to say. `` call for a flavor at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and view 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 prison term with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of music of rubber or a vibrating piece of plastic. And he would always hold open himself for her culmination. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her titty with her disengage 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 theme of her schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at nighttime, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in preparation for tonight.

He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting set up to go out, but she was n't expecting to contribute anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or white craw top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to bear witness off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the soul she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilly purple blouse and a dusky-coloured mini doll over pair of inglorious legging. This was the type of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to wreak anybody habitation 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 minutes 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 taillights were dit in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree diagram limbs 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 black, so he was difficult to pick out as he stayed in the tincture. He ran around to the side of the house and used a Ka-bar tongue to jimmy open a windowpane so he could creep inside.

She had no alarm system, and no dogs to elicit a spat. The house was utter silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the bedchamber when he heard the front door unfastened. It closed behind her with a click, and then the auditory sensation of her latching the bolt. No favorable chatter, no laugh. She was alone.

He heard a phone that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of methamphetamine, and he imagined her pouring a glass of vino to loosen and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the auditory sensation of her stride coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of hound filled his capitulum, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a sally in the room access, the room visible radiation flipped on and she appeared adjacent to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to make herself prosperous on the bed and tear out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might stimulate been reading a Good 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 free hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was unclutter that she was reading some eccentric of pornography, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her legs together. A cushy moan escaped her lips and she started getting more strong-growing with her soupcon. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her former hand dropped the iPad to her side and began to slew under her skirt.

He heard her cunt squelcher as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her finger were moving so fast that she was making splashing noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the good deal caused his anticipation to rise.

Soon, she gave a final jerk and, like she always did, squeezed her titty hard and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather tacky. He liked that. He liked it when they were loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a adept 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 woman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine glass. She placed the glass back on the tabular array and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty minutes before he moved again. He wanted to make sure she had fallen asleep, and her steady breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the W.C. door so as not to make a auditory sensation. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his circumstances that it make a strait now and alarm her to his presence before it was fourth dimension. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the get off electric switch and flicked it off ; not a speech 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 caterpillar track, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were propagate apart and she was still in her heels. He took one deal and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet spot right where her kitty was and put his tongue there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick cut with the knife, cutting a long cunt into the material and exposing a duad of disconsolate panties, underneath which was her sopping wet bitch. He moved the step-in aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, pop, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered candid and she stared at him in confusedness for various foresightful 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 !

'' Help ! Help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each side of meat, and held her in plaza. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild lick 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 belittled cut into her skin. She immediately stopped struggling as roue welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her typeface and forced her to look at him.

'' Every fourth dimension 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 branch. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. Seven and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the tongue at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to purloin up the undersurface 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 tongue and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in brat as he did so. `` You can scream. You can holler and yell as loud as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not ring for assistant. Do you infer ? ``

She nodded as bust streamed down her case. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a duration of rope from his black cargo pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any better, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're respectable and you do as I say, we wo n't even cause to go to two. ``

The rope he extracted was a handcuff knot with two short string that each ended in loops. He slipped the cuff around her radiocarpal joint and knotted them tightly before taking the two filament and pulling them down so that her hands were between her knees while the loop went around her ankle, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a reverse hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her font 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 accept that I 've made a tiny mistake in all of this. '' She turned her fount to calculate at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to unclothe you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the human beings. He took his tongue and placed the steel inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the low temperature steel of the knife against her flesh and shivered at its skin senses. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to fall away. She could feel the tip of the sword, common cold and unforgiving, jot her skin as he cut away her leggings. In a rather corrupt wrench, the knife 's skin senses on her skin sent tingling sensations through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not move for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the eternal sleep of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her rosehip, revealing her ass clad in blue lace pantie. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her peach, but she could n't call on her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small series of snap, 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 nix, but she soon felt his mitt grasp her cheek and apply a in effect clinch. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both fearfulness and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.

Suddenly, she felt his manus slap her cheek, leaving a stinging bell ringer that she felt all through her modest 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 script met the hide of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching someone shake a plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the exact shape of his bridge player. She would carry this sucker 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 rent, punctuating the sentence by a flashy smack on the other butt cheek. When the only response he got was a smother, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks 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 tree he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you undress ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the occasional snivel. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another savor, this one a bit more centered near her puss, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by former men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a piddling animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussy, 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 big grin crossed his case. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to see into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her sass were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking.

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

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

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 hindquarters and laid down another flavour. This fourth dimension, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her torso around but being especially mindful to beat out her ass, making it a expectant aim. `` Do n't ! Stop it ! ``

Another stinging savor !

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

SMACK !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her backbone. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panty and gave a quick flick ; the rubber band waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the ease by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. The only things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be dependable ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another flavour came, but this time he did n't attract his mitt away. His deal came to pillow on her et pussy, splashing her fair sex succus onto her leg and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So unseasonable ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingerbreadth 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 rampart of her kitty-cat 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 slit with naught but his fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep screeching, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his finger's breadth, but he still kept moving them. His finger's breadth massaged the spongy share at the front of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, stop it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking digit out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her. But there was one Thomas More affair he wanted to do. He removed his fingers and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her miniature and pulled out a slightly oversized 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 impertinence widely and spat on her SOB, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh fuck ! fuck ! '' she screamed out gimcrack as her dickhead stretched to bring the toy. `` No, use up it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingers were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every prison term he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her tight kitty and she was soon on the verge of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck piece of ass have it away fuck ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tense and the first-class honours degree orgasm came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! piece of tail ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her instant, third, one-fourth, fifth, one-sixth ! By the time the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her center rolled into the binding of her head and she shook steadily as waving after Wave of coming consumed her whole body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his finger's breadth from her pussy, which was so cockeyed 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 cock against her puss, and push himself into her.

Her pussy was so tight around his prick, massaging all face of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a totally new look to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every bit before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to cease him ; she could barely move her own blazon, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his turncock move within her, rubbing up against the crack spiritualist front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and Forth River against his cock, which stretched her tight pussycat out and pushed up on the cover of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to thrill and motivate faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a concluding driving force, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, gummy spunk eject from the tip of his cock and come to stay deep inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his drawers 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 drop down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the cutis of her pussy before giving her clit one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

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

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

'' What 's the eminent you 've ever had to reckon ? '' 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 long 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 tire to go shower bath off. She closed her eye to catch her breath, and was out before she could count to ten .