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

She was a gorgeous womanhood, with flowing, chestnut-colored hair's-breadth and a reduce design that boasted a stunning set of bosom, 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 prospicient time. He watched her through her window whenever she undressed. She never closed the subterfuge or drew the shades 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 throw been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, babe, '' she seemed to say. `` Take a feel at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and look on and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to townsfolk on herself with a dildo, he stroked his dick in time with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of rubber eraser or a vibrating piece of plastic. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her boob with her free script, 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 passing that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an idea of her schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at night, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in provision for tonight.

He took a pull of his butt as he watched her through the windowpane. She was getting prepare to go out, but she was n't expecting to work anyone base. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or white harvest top and a short-shorts. That turnout meant she was wanting to evince off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the individual she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a ruffled purple blouse and a dusky-coloured mini skirt over twain of black leggings. This was the case 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 minutes later, he saw a car feeler and she came out of the house with her handbag on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were Department of Transportation in the space, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limb 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 tell apart as he stayed in the shadows. He ran around to the side of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to pry open a windowpane so he could crawl inside.

She had no alarm organization, and no dogs to elicit a flurry. The star sign 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 open. It closed behind her with a dog, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No favorable chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

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

Sure enough, as he watched through a fracture in the door, the room lighter flipped on and she appeared succeeding to the bed. She set the wine-colored down on the bedside mesa long enough to make herself well-off on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might have been reading a 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 destitute mitt, and he knew what was next. He wanted to bust out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear that she was reading some eccentric of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyeball off the iPad. She began massaging her chest and started rubbing her stage together. A soft groan escaped her lips and she started getting more aggressive with her touches. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her early mitt dropped the iPad to her position and began to slue under her skirt.

He heard her pussycat squelch as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her finger's breadth were moving so fast that she was making splatter stochasticity. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the sight caused his anticipation to rise.

Soon, she gave a final jolt and, like she always did, squeezed her white meat gruelling and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were cheap. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

Her thigh-slapper died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hired man from her dame. She looked at it for a minute and, realizing it was covered in her woman succus, licked it off every finger's breadth before finishing her wine glass. She placed the glass back on the table 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 as shooting she had fallen asleep, and her regular breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the cupboard threshold so as not to hit a sound. It did n't screak when he entered it, but it would be his destiny that it score a sound now and alert her to his bearing before it was prison term. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the faint electric switch and flicked it off ; not a speech sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the tongue from his belted ammunition cocktail dress and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze 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 second joint. He felt a wet bit right where her pussy was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick fade with the knife, cutting a long slit into the material and exposing a pair of blue step-in, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the pantie aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her solid body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her centre fluttered unfold and she stared at him in mix-up for several 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 berm and rolled her back to him !

'' supporter ! Help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each English, and held her in place. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild punches at him, but almost 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 small cut into her tegument. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her face and forced her to look 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 turn one. Two will be the other arm. Three and four will be your ramification. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her boob in number just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. Seven and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to nobble up the bottom of her shirt. She let out a wail of terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' Number nine will be your tummy, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the tongue and mimed slitting his own pharynx. She looked on in threat as he did so. `` You can scream. You can scream and cry as aloud as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not call for supporter. Do you sympathize ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her cheek. He smiled at her, and a tingle went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a length of circle from his black cargo pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of prison term. And if it makes you feel any bettor, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're beneficial and you do as I say, we wo n't even deliver to go to two. ``

The rophy he extracted was a handcuff knot with two shortstop chain that each ended in grommet. He slipped the handlock around her wrist joint and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her hired hand were between her knees while the loops went around her articulatio talocruralis, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a setback hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her nerve down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercifulness. 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 admit that I 've made a tiny mistake in all of this. '' She turned her face to look at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to uncase you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the human beings. He took his knife and placed the brand inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her bod and shivered at its hint. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to pass away. She could experience the tip of the brand, cold and unforgiving, cutaneous senses her pelt as he cut away her leggings. In a rather deprave twist, the knife 's touch on her peel sent tingling sensations through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the buttocks of her leg, but dared not move for concern that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her wench up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in dismal lace panties. His breathing grew fleshy as he stared at her peach, but she could n't plough her head far enough to see what was happening. She did get a line a small serial of cracks, 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 zippo, but she soon felt his manus grasp her buttock and give a in effect squeeze. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both care and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.

Suddenly, she felt his hand slap her cheek, leaving a stinging crisscross that she felt all through her lower region. `` 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 clock time his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching someone escape from a dental plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red gull he was leaving were in the exact contour of his hand. She would deport this St. Mark for at to the lowest degree a hebdomad, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you have sex why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the condemnation by a tatty smack on the former buttocks impertinence. When the only answer he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks now, from that tree diagram across the street. Get gamy 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 strip down ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the periodic 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 early men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a piddling animus behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussy, and she let out an unvoluntary 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 brass and knelt down to look into her oculus. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her backtalk were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her wholly eubstance was shaking.

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

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` please ! 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 rump and laid down another smack. This time, she was quite outspoken in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her physical structure around but being especially mindful to stick out her ass, making it a tumid target. `` Do n't ! block off it ! ``

Another stinging smack !

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

skag !

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

She felt the low temperature, unforgiving tip of the knife against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the brand under the waistline of her panties and gave a quick moving picture ; the elastic cincture was sliced, which she felt give around her waistline. He then took the rest by the hired hand and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The only matter that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't wound me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another SMACK came, but this prison term he did n't displume his hired hand away. His helping hand came to take a breather on her et pussy, splashing her woman juice onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a fingerbreadth into her kitty-cat, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the backrest of her forefront as she lay there in silence.

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

'' No, '' she lied, but the musical note of her phonation betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

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

'' Please do n't smart 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 inside, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in cryptic pleasure. While the digit on the one hand were still inside her, his other mitt laid down a few More smacks on her ass ; she felt herself stiffen up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, intercept, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingerbreadth deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscle tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his finger quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall 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 pussy with cipher but his finger's breadth. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! turn back ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! hold shrieking, '' he ordered her. He pounded her puss faster and harder, moving furiously against the wall of her pussycat. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingerbreadth massaged the spongy part at the movement 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 deep inside her. But there was one more affair he wanted to do. He removed his finger and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her plaything 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.

'' surmisal where this is going ? '' He spread her cheek wide of the mark and spat on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh fuck ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out flashy as her asshole stretched to pack the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingers were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like treacle. His quarter round rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her sloshed slit and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' roll in the hay ... ass fuck make out hump fuck ! ass me ! '' Her dead body tensed and the first orgasm came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! nookie ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her endorse, thirdly, 4th, 5th, sixth ! By the time the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as waving after undulation of coming consumed her altogether dead body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the speech sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her twat, which was so taut at this 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 pants and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her pussy, and force back himself into her.

Her twat was so tight around his hammer, massaging all incline of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a whole new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every moment before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to block up him ; she could barely move her own blazon, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the tops sensible straw man rampart of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her pissed pussy out and pushed up on the rear of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could severalize when he was about to cum because he started to pulse and move faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final exam jab, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, mucilaginous spunk eject from the tip of his prick and come to lie deeply 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 lot 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 skin of her puss before giving her button one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

'' How do you survive with yourself ? '' she asked. `` Going around, taking advantage of miserable old ladies 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 organic structure as he gathered up his matter. Just as he was about to pass on the room, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the eminent 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 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 wipe out to go shower off. She closed her middle to catch her breathing time, and was out before she could count to ten .