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

She was a gorgeous woman, with flowing, chestnut-coloured hair and a slenderize fig that boasted a stunning set of breasts, 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 tenacious metre. He watched her through her windows whenever she undressed. She never closed the blinds or drew the shades while she changed. Even when she wanted some lonely meter, she left the tad open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might have been a more seize word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` deal a look 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 crusade, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a diskette composition of rubber or a vibrating bit of plastic. And he would always save himself for her orgasm. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her knocker with her free hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful suffering. Only then would he tolerate 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 idea of her agenda. Where she was during the day, what she did at night, where she went when she was out. All of that metre was spent in formulation for tonight.

He took a puff of his butt as he watched her through the window. She was getting set to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone menage. When she was, she would put on either a sister blue angel or white crop top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to render off her ass and breast, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to find out her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilly purple blouse and a dark-colored mini wench over dyad of black leggings. This was the type of turnout she wore when she was n't expecting to add anybody home base with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty good indicator. This was a `` going out with ally '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car attack and she came out of the house with her pocketbook on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the rear lamp were dots in the space, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limbs and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was surely of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade party and ran across the street. He wore all Black, so he was difficult to tell apart as he stayed in the trace. He ran around to the side of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no warning device system, and no dogs to raise a flurry. The house was drained silent. And it would rest that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the sleeping room when he heard the front door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No well-disposed chattering, no laugh. She was alone.

He heard a audio that he recognized as a icebox being opened, followed by the tinkling of methamphetamine, and he imagined her pouring a crank of vino to loose and unbend from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid state being poured into the methamphetamine and the speech sound of her pace coming steadily down the lobby. 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 wisecrack in the door, the room lighting flipped on and she appeared adjacent to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside mesa long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and overstretch out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a piece and he assumed she might have been reading a book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her vino, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her free mitt, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was discharge that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her stage together. A soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more strong-growing with her hint. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her early bridge player dropped the iPad to her side and began to slide under her skirt.

He heard her pussy put-down as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her finger's breadth were moving so fast that she was making squish noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the sight caused his anticipation to rise.

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

Her wow died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her chick. She looked at it for a minute and, realizing it was covered in her charwoman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her vino shabu. 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 moment before he moved again. He wanted to make certainly she had fallen asleep, and her steady respiration was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to make a phone. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his destiny that it make a sound 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 light 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 stop dead 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 thigh. He felt a wet spot right where her kitty-cat was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the framework and gave a nimble slice with the tongue, cutting a tenacious twat into the cloth and exposing a distich of blue panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the scanty aside and perplex his finger inside her, to which her unit body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered spread and she stared at him in confusedness for respective long seconds.

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

'' assistance ! Help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each side, and held her in place. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing godforsaken 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 belittled cut into her peel. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his handwriting on her face and forced her to look at him.

'' Every time you call for service, 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 former arm. Three and four will be your legs. ``

He took the tongue and pointed at each of her breasts in good turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your tit. 7 and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the knife at each carpus, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the bed of her shirt. She let out a lament of little terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' turn nine will be your tum, '' 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 scream. You can scream and cry as loud as you want. In fact, I want you to shout. You 're going to squall. But you will not shout for assist. Do you interpret ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` dear, '' he said as he pulled a length of rope from his black cargo pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. gobs of metre. And if it makes you feel any advantageously, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're good and you do as I say, we wo n't even have to go to two. ``

The rope he extracted was a manacle knot with two shortstop filament that each ended in loops. He slipped the manacle around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her men were between her knees while the loop-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 face down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his clemency. 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 admit that I 've made a tiny fault in all of this. '' She turned her face to see at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to disinvest you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious affair in the man. He took his tongue and placed the steel inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her material body and shivered at its touch. He then moved the tongue 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 leaf blade, cold and unforgiving, rival her peel as he cut away her leging. In a rather perverse kink, the knife 's trace on her skin sent tingling sense impression through her physical structure. She shuddered as the tip caressed the tooshie of her leg, but dared not be active for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leg covering were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the repose of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue air lace panty. His breathing grew hard as he stared at her ravisher, but she could n't turn her principal far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small series of cracks, like the strait you hear when you crack your knuckles.

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

He said nothing, but she soon felt his helping hand grasp her cheek and leave a well squeeze. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both veneration and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his bridge player away.

Suddenly, she felt his deal slap her cheek, leaving a stick mark that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking distress ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Lapplander spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hand met the skin 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 sign he was leaving were in the exact soma of his hand. She would carry this cross for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you roll in the hay why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through split, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the former butt impudence. When the only reception he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for week 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 episodic sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another smooch, this one a bit more center on near her pussy, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a little 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 face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to see into her optic. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking.

'' Answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her question. `` unseasonable response, '' he said, and laid a script 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 meter. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another savor. This clock time, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to cohere out her ass, making it a bombastic aim. `` Do n't ! discontinue it ! ``

Another stinging tang !

'' Let me go ! Please, just let me go ! '' She waved her ass back and forth 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 hide and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a quick pic ; the elastic waistband was sliced, which she felt chip in around her shank. He then took the rest by the mitt and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. The entirely things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't offend me ! I 'll be right ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another skag came, but this time he did n't commit his hired man away. His hired hand came to rest on her et twat, splashing her cleaning lady succus onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her pussy, and then two. Her middle 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 voice betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another flavor 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 pain 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 insides, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep delight. While the fingers on the one manus were still inside her, his other hired hand laid down a few more than smacks on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` seminal fluid here '' motion.

'' No, arrest, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her articulation trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscleman tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the endorse 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 pussycat with nothing but his fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! terminate it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! donjon screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the wall of her kitty. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the spongy part at the nominal head of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, stop it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingerbreadth out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to dunk his cock cryptic inside her. But there was one more affair 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 outsize vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her mother fucker ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

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

'' Oh fuck ! nookie ! '' she screamed out loud as her motherfucker stretched to take the toy. `` No, film it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his finger were back inside her, pounding away so concentrated that her interior soon felt like pulp. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her rampart contracted again as he fingered her wet pussycat and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... roll in the hay fuck fuck jazz nookie ! Fuck me ! '' Her eubstance tensed and the commencement orgasm came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In sec, she had her second, tierce, quarter, fifth part, sixth ! By the metre the 7th rolled around, her part had failed her and she was lay in muteness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her principal and she shook steadily as wave after wafture of orgasms consumed her whole consistency. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the strait of her respiration indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her kitty, which was so tight at this percentage point that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to bombilate 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 cock against her kitty-cat, and drove himself into her.

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

She felt him enrol her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely be active her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his prick move within her, rubbing up against the tops sensitive front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his shaft, which stretched her tight pussy out and pushed up on the back of her twat, near her cervix.

She could secernate when he was about to cum because he started to throb and move faster, almost with an importunity. He soon gave a final poke, found himself balls mysterious inside her, and she felt his hot, steamy punk eject from the tip of his cock and come to reside cryptical inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his bloomers 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 paw back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his tinder into the skin of her kitty-cat before giving her clit one stopping point `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the legal brief tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to count to ten. '' He took the tongue and cut the ropes tying her up. She relaxed her eubstance as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to provide 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 one. '' And then, he was gone.

She lay in her bed alone for a prospicient 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 optic to pick up her breath, and was out before she could enumerate to ten .