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

She was a gorgeous char, with flowing, chestnut-coloured whisker and a slim figure that boasted a sandbag set of breasts, round and perky, though not very magnanimous, 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 fourth dimension. He watched her through her windows whenever she undressed. She never closed the subterfuge or drew the shades while she changed. Even when she wanted some alone time, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might hold been a more allow word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` shoot a facial expression at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and watch out and jack up 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 rooster in meter with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy art object of condom or a vibrating patch of plastic. And he would always save himself for her coming. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful suffering. Only then would he take into account 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 night, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in preparedness for tonight.

He took a drag of his cigaret as he watched her through the window. She was getting gear up to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or blank craw top and a short-shorts. That rig meant she was wanting to usher off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to receive her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dusky-colored miniskirt skirt over brace of black leging. This was the eccentric of rig she wore when she was n't expecting to bring 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 approach and she came out of the house with her purse on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the tail lamp were dots in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limb and climbed down to the background again. He looked around and, once he was for sure of himself, pulled down his ski mask and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was unmanageable to distinguish as he stayed in the dark. He ran around to the side of the home and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no alarm system of rules, and no dogs to set up a stir. The house was dead silent. And it would persist that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her press in the bedroom when he heard the figurehead door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No favorable chattering, 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 glass of vino to relax and unroll from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the phone of her footsteps coming steadily down the dorm. 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 fracture in the door, the room light flipped on and she appeared side by side to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a piece and he assumed she might have been reading a Holy Scripture. 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 people manus, and he knew what was future. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was unmortgaged that she was reading some type of porno, 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 soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more strong-growing with her touches. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her English and began to slue under her skirt.

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

Soon, she gave a terminal jerk and, like she always did, squeezed her titty hard and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her bird. She looked at it for a consequence and, realizing it was covered in her woman juice, licked it off every finger's breadth before finishing her wine chicken feed. She placed the field glass back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty transactions before he moved again. He wanted to crap sure enough she had fallen asleep, and her steady breathing was substantiation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to make a sound. It did n't whine when he entered it, but it would be his fate that it make a phone now and alert her to his front before it was time. Once the doorway was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light switch and flicked it off ; not a audio 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 trail, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her wooden leg were distribute apart and she was still in her blackguard. He took one hand and lifted her annulus up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet spot right where her twat was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the framework and gave a quick slice with the tongue, cutting a long slit into the cloth and exposing a twain of blue panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and stuck his digit inside her, to which her unanimous body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered afford and she stared at him in discombobulation for several prospicient 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 articulatio humeri and rolled her back to him !

'' service ! 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 wild slug 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 small cut into her hide. 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 time 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 peg. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in go just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your white meat. seven and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the butt of her shirt. She let out a wail of affright as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' routine nine will be your belly, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in brat as he did so. `` You can call. You can scream and yell as tatty as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not call for supporter. Do you empathize ? ``

She nodded as weeping streamed down her fount. He smiled at her, and a frisson went through her. `` commodity, '' he said as he pulled a length of rope from his Shirley Temple Black cargo bloomers. `` Now, you should cognize that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any intimately, 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 forget me drug he extracted was a handlock knot with two short strand that each ended in loops. He slipped the handcuff around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two filament and pulling them down so that her hands were between her stifle while the loops went around her ankle joint, 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 set up for her. She was completely lost now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to break him. He liked that idea.

'' First, '' he said, `` I need to intromit that I 've made a bantam mistake in all of this. '' She turned her font to look at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the earthly concern. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the stale steel of the knife against her flesh and shivered at its touch. 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 finger the tip of the blade, cold and unforgiving, touch her skin as he cut away her leging. In a rather misuse twist, the knife 's touch on her skin sent tingling sentiency through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the tush of her leg, but dared not move for fright that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leg covering were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hip joint, revealing her ass clad in blue lace panty. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn over her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a minor series 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 hand grasp her cheek and give a good squeeze. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both fear and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his handwriting away.

Suddenly, she felt his hand slap her buttock, leaving a stinging marking that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking scathe ! 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 clip his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a blockage. It was like watching someone shake a plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to larrup her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the exact physical body of his hand. She would carry this mark for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you live why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the prison term by a loud smack on the other tush cheek. When the solitary reply he got was a muffle, `` 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 gear 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 discase ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the occasional snuffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another tang, this one a bit more centered 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 pussycat, 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 expression and knelt down to expect into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her backtalk 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. `` amiss answer, '' he said, and laid a hand across her cheek.

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` Please ! turn back ! ``

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 stern and laid down another tang. This prison term, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to stick out her ass, making it a enceinte target. `` Do n't ! kibosh it ! ``

Another stinging thunder !

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

SMACK !

'' I wo n't evidence 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 spine. He buried the blade under the waist of her pantie and gave a quick motion picture ; the elastic waistband was sliced, which she felt feed around her waist. He then took the balance by the paw and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. 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 good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another savor came, but this time he did n't draw in his hand away. His bridge player came to lie on her et pussy, splashing her fair sex succus onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a digit into her pussy, and then two. Her eyes 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 vocalism betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smack on her snatch. A saccade of pleasure snapshot through her while the stinging continued. She could finger the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't hurt 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 bass inside her. She felt them trace her insides, tickling the rear rampart of her vagina, and she squirmed in late pleasure. While the digit on the one hand were still inside her, his former hand laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself stiffen up on his digit, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his finger deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back rampart of her slit 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 nothing but his fingerbreadth. `` Oh, God, no ! contain it ! quit ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! bread and butter screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his finger, but he still kept moving them. His digit massaged the spongy component at the straw man 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 engulf his cock cryptical inside her. But there was one more thing he wanted to do. He removed his finger's breadth and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her plaything and pulled out a slightly oversize 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 nerve wide-cut and spat on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh fuck ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out loud as her asshole stretched to remove the toy. `` No, convey it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingerbreadth were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her inside soon felt like mush. His pollex rested against her button, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her tight puss and she was soon on the threshold of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ! piece of ass me ! '' Her organic structure tensed and the first orgasm came to her ! `` fuck ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her second, third, fourth, one-fifth, one-sixth ! By the metre the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the backbone of her school principal and she shook steadily as waving after wave of orgasms consumed her whole consistency. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the auditory sensation of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her pussycat, which was so tight at this spot 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 human knee, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his prick against her pussycat, and drove himself into her.

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

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely displace her own weapon system, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the first-rate tender front line wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his shaft, which stretched her squiffy pussy out and pushed up on the back of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to throb and be active faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final stab, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky kindling eject from the tip of his cock and fall to catch one's breath late inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his knickers back on. She was breathing heavily, barely conscious. `` Fucker, '' she wheezed. `` You came inside me. So a good deal cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her pussycat and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the hide of her pussy before giving her clit one last `` hello. '' She squealed at the abbreviated tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to number 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 give the room, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the eminent you 've ever had to weigh ? '' He stopped and turned back to her before answering.

'' One, '' he replied with a grinning. `` I 've never had to go preceding one. '' And then, he was gone.

She lay in her bed alone for a retentive time before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and exclude it off. She rolled over on her bed, too fatigued to go lavish off. She closed her eyes to catch her breath, and was out before she could reckon to ten .