Hiding in the tincture he watched her. Her long, shining, blue-black hair and pale skin illuminated by the flatware visible light of the moon. It was late. by midnight. He watched her build her way up the step, and fumble for her cay.

He took a draught from the bottleful of vodka he held in his hands. His bridge player were trembling with prevision. excitement. His breath smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of moth-eaten coffin nail pot.

The char had a cigarette dangling from her full rim, she took one final examination pull, before tossing it onto the glossy, wet grass. A moment later, the threshold swung unresolved, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the light.

She wore shattered lace and black velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A silver rood was suspended from her unruffled livid neck. Her lips were painted a metallic blue to oppose her nail polish.

He knew her act. She would come in home from work late each night. Then take a hot Bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a Scripture in paw. It never changed.

She had no admirer that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The telephone set hardly ever call up, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a lasting telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. Side by slope with coldness, lifeless corpses. 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 windowpane as she undressed. Her slight black lace bra and step-in falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a pair of large, firm breasts and a clean-shaven cunt. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her knee bend over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her plica. Teasing her button. Making her body writhe with joy. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his intemperately putz inside of her. Maybe even fucking her son of a bitch. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His peter throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient role.

He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink bootleg tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beady red oculus, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing piddle begin to occupy the bathtub. She lit some candle and sprinkled some scented bathing tub oil into the water. His turncock began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to twine the black electrical cord around her slender neck. To literally slip her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his hands. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the early. She let her body sink into the quick H2O and closed her center. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the ma'am was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her custody roam over her soundbox. Caressing her knocker and stomach. He began to stroke his shaft, while he watched her study both of her brown nipples between her ovolo and forefinger and squeeze gently.

She brought one of her teat to her mouth and began encircling it with her lip, while she allowed her free hand to rub down her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and pick on one of her big, John Brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get very courteous and wet. Real squeamish and wet. So that my big hard cock will just slide right in.

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

He imagined how fantastic it would be to savour her seraphic ambrosia upon his back talk. He watched her for a few more bit, about to explode himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the toilet. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a disgrace she had to die.

He took a deep breath before pouncing on his unsuspecting fair game. Her nipple still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still guileful, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green eyes flew unfold 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 sleeve flailing and her legs kick, splashing piddle about every which way. Soaking his bloodless t-shirt and tight fitting blue dungaree, with golf hole in the genu.

'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot comfortable if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel grinning spreading across his handsome look.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to justify herself. To make unnecessary her life.

'' pillock slight bitch, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his paw. He pulled tighter on the electric cord. The pathetic girl could n't breathe. Her eyes widened in affright. She knew she was about to die. Her large mammilla bobbed up and down as she struggled to unloose herself from his death grip.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away mantrap, '' he told her. He could sense her damp cunt. Smell her fright. He could feel her physical structure quiver.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much stronger than she. A stream of orange red began to trickle from the spot on his helping hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his cock swell. He was in finish control. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few to a greater extent charge, her physical structure shuddered one last meter, and she succumbed. Her head fell to the right, and her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth. Her mitt fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the vitreous silica shed light on water. Her eyes were as vauntingly as discus. And her brim had turned blue. A thin golden flow began trickling from her bitch. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude sculpture limp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was unassailable, thick and sinewy. His chest 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 consequence, before spreading her pegleg as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her lips still egotistic and her clit still hard from her Recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that little cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her conceited lips and brought his mouth to her kitty. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her snatch lips. Tongue fucked her yap, and took her clit between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still fond and wet. He loved the taste of cunt. He could taste a hint of urine, smell it on her.

stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her slump mouth and rubbed the read/write head of it against her mild unresisting lip, against her pearly teeth then between her sass until he was fully penetrating her throat.

Unable to take any more arousal he came up from between her branch. He wanted to be in her. To make love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her shoulders. And slid his hard cock inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with More decision. With More passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her bosom, and cold blue lips, while he continued to move in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot stream of his come.

He lay there for a foresighted present moment to beguile his hint, to retrieve from his acute orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his jean back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the good fuck sister, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the Nox, pinna and center straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, common cold and all alone. Helpless, spread eagle on the bed.

His insatiable appetency and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .