He had been watching her for week. He was n't sure how many, though ; he had stopped counting after hebdomad seven. How long did n't subject, 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 thin soma that boasted a stunning set of breasts, turn and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very tumid, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might make been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` call for a aspect at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and watch and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her raw, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his peter in time with her motion, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a diskette piece of rubber or a vibrating objet d'art of plastic. And he would always relieve himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breasts with her give up hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he admit 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 schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at nighttime, where she went when she was out. All of that clip was spent in training for tonight.

He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting ready to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a child blue or E. B. White crop top and a short-shorts. That rig meant she was wanting to show off her ass and knocker, which also meant she wanted the mortal she was going out with to discover her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-colored miniskirt wench over brace of black leggings. This was the type of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to contribute anybody rest home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty unspoiled 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 handbag on her arm. She entered the rider 's side and the car drove off. Once the tail lamp were superman in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limbs and climbed down to the land again. He looked around and, once he was surely of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade and ran across the street. He wore all calamitous, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the phantom. He ran around to the side of meat of the theater and used a Ka-bar knife to prise open a windowpane so he could crawl inside.

She had no alarm arrangement, and no dogs to put up a fuss. The household was beat silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the bedroom when he heard the look door open. It closed behind her with a clink, and then the phone of her latching the deadbolt. No favorable yack, 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 crank of wine to unstrain and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquidness being poured into the deoxyephedrine and the sound of her footsteps coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of bounder filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a crack in the doorway, the room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and displume out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might have got been reading a Koran. 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 side by side. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was acquit that she was reading some type of pornography, because despite her touching herself she never took her eye off the iPad. She began massaging her tit and started rubbing her leg together. A soft moan escaped her sassing and she started getting more aggressive with her touch modality. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side of meat and began to slue under her skirt.

He heard her kitty squelch circuit as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her fingers were moving so fast that she was making splash 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 bosom strong and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were loudly. That 's how he knew he was doing a thoroughly job.

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her bridge player from her skirt. She looked at it for a moment and, realizing it was covered in her charwoman juice, licked it off every fingerbreadth before finishing her wine-coloured Methedrine. She placed the chalk back on the tabular array and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty second before he moved again. He wanted to progress to sure she had fallen asleep, and her brace breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the water closet door so as not to take a crap a phone. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it make a sound now and alarm her to his presence before it was metre. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the lightly switching and flicked it off ; not a audio from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the knife from his swath 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 wooden leg were spread apart and she was still in her heels. He took one helping hand and lifted her skirt up before running a digit across her thigh. He felt a wet spot right where her pussy was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the cloth and gave a speedy slice with the knife, cutting a long twat into the textile and exposing a twain of blueness step-in, underneath which was her sopping wet snatch. He moved the panties aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her whole consistence shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open air and she stared at him in discombobulation for several long seconds.

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

'' Help ! 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 clout 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 tongue to it, and sliced a small cut into her cutis. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her font 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 legs. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breast in crook just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your titty. septet and eight are your carpus. '' He pointed the knife at each articulatio radiocarpea, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the derriere of her shirt. She let out a wail of terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' identification number nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the tongue and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in terror as he did so. `` You can scream. You can scream and call as loudly as you want. In fact, I want you to shout. You 're going to scream. But you will not call for help. Do you sympathize ? ``

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 distance of forget me drug from his black cargo pants. `` Now, you should acknowledge that I 've done this before. rafts of sentence. And if it makes you feel any better, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're estimable and you do as I say, we wo n't even take in to go to two. ``

The roach he extracted was a manacle mile with two inadequate strands that each ended in loops. He slipped the cuffs around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her helping hand were between her knees while the loop 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 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 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 undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious matter in the world. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the slash he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her material body and shivered at its touch sensation. 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 blade, cold and relentless, refer her skin as he cut away her leging. In a rather perverted wind, the knife 's feeling on her skin sent tingling mavin through her consistency. 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 rest of the way off and pulled her doll up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in aristocratic lace panties. His breathing grew great as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a minuscule series of cracks, like the audio 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 hand grasp her buttock and give a good hug. She let out a whine that was a mix of both concern and rousing, which was something of a surprisal to her. Then, he pulled his paw away.

Suddenly, she felt his hand slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her low-toned neighborhood. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking injury ! 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 hand met the peel of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching somebody sway a home plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to paddle her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the take shape of his hand. She would carry this crisscross for at least a workweek, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the judgment of conviction by a tatty smack on the other tail cheek. When the only response he got was a stifle, `` 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-pitched 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 smack, 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 former men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a slight bad blood 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 turgid grin crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to look into her center. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her unhurt body was shaking.

'' solvent me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her question. `` incorrect answer, '' he said, and laid a bridge player 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 clock time. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another smacking. This metre, she was quite vocal in her answer.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her organic structure around but being especially mindful to lodge out her ass, making it a larger quarry. `` Do n't ! give up it ! ``

Another stinging smack !

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

SMACK !

'' I wo n't separate anybody you were here, just delight 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 spur. He buried the steel under the waist of her panties and gave a quick flick ; the elastic band waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the residue by the deal and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. The lone 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 SMACK came, but this time he did n't pull his script away. His deal came to reside 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 finger into her pussycat, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the backrest of her head as she lay there in silence.

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

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

'' prevaricator, '' he said, pulling out his finger's breadth and laying another smack on her puss. A jolt of delight dig through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the wheal 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 deep inside her. She felt them trace her insides, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasance. While the finger on the one hand were still inside her, his early hand laid down a few to a greater extent flavor 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, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's untimely ! So damage ... '' her vox trailed off as he pushed his finger 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 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 handwriting in and out, pounding her pussy with zip but his fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep 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 fingers massaged the spongy part at the front 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 tool deep 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 toys 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 cheeks wide and fuss on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to pressure the toy inside her.

'' Oh piece of tail ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out trashy as her asshole stretched to take the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingers were back inside her, pounding away so voiceless that her insides soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her rampart contracted again as he fingered her rigorous puss and she was soon on the verge of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck do it nookie ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tensed and the first off orgasm came to her ! `` roll in the hay ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her arcsecond, third, fourth, fifth part, sixth ! By the sentence the seventh rolled around, her spokesperson had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the vertebral column of her heading and she shook steadily as Wave after wave of coming consumed her whole trunk. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingerbreadth from her pussy, which was so blind drunk 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 articulatio genus, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his peter against her kitty-cat, and take himself into her.

Her pussy was so blotto around his cock, massaging all side of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a solid new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savour every here and now before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely impress her own subdivision, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock motion within her, rubbing up against the super sensitive front bulwark of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her tight pussy out and pushed up on the dorsum of her kitty, near her cervix.

She could secern when he was about to cum because he started to throb and act faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final knife thrust, found himself balls inscrutable inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky mettle eject from the tip of his cock and do to rest rich 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 much cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his hired man back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his heart into the peel of her pussycat before giving her clitoris one lastly `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the abbreviated tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to calculate 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 leave 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 by 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 exhausted to go shower bath off. She closed her oculus to catch her breath, and was out before she could calculate to ten .