Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, bright, blue-black hair's-breadth and pale peel illuminated by the atomic number 47 light of the lunar month. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her spend a penny her way up the steps, and fumble for her keys.

He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His hands were trembling with anticipation. Excitement. His breathing space smelled of alcohol and his apparel smelled of dusty cigarette smoke.

The woman had a cigarette dangling from her full phase of the moon lips, she took one net retarding force, before tossing it onto the slick, wet grass. A present moment later, the doorway swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her skid, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tatterdemalion lace and black velvet. She was slim down and attractive in her own way. A silver rood-tree was suspended from her suave white cervix. Her sass were painted a metallic blue sky to match her nail polish up.

He knew her subroutine. She would make out home plate from work late each night. Then withdraw a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a record book in hand. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The phone hardly ever band, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. Side by side with cold, lifeless corps. He guessed they would n't leave out her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy shameful lace bra and panties falling to the level at her feet, revealing a pair of heavy, firm bosom and a smooth-shaven pussycat. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his human knee before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her eubstance writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his intemperately cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her son of a bitch. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His putz throbbed in his denim. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a small audio 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 black tattoo of a bat on her shoulder joint, its fender outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her thrust naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the hurry piss begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some cd and sprinkled some sweet-smelling bathtub oil into the water. His cock began to grow grueling thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap up the black electrical corduroy around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the electric cord taut in his script. The prison term was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the early. She let her body sink into the affectionate water system and closed her eyes. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her hired man roam over her body. Caressing her breasts and abdomen. He began to stroke his peter, while he watched her remove both of her brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and liquidity crisis gently.

She brought one of her nipple to her mouth and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her free hand to rub down her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to imbibe and nibble on one of her big, brown mamilla.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get really skillful and wet. Real decent and wet. So that my big laborious cock will just slide right in.

safekeeping her thumb 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 fingers, than putting them into her oral fissure so that she could smack herself.

He imagined how terrific it would be to taste her sweet nectar upon his lips. He watched her for a few more minute of arc, about to burst himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a ignominy she had to die.

He took a deep breath before pouncing on his unsuspecting prey. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her pussy still slick, and wet. He slipped the cord around her cervix, and pulled.

Her emerald green eyes flew open 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 arms flailing and her legs kicking, splashing pee about every which way. Soaking his flannel tee shirt and tight fitting spicy jeans, with gob in the knee.

'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot wanton if you do n't clamber, '' he told her, a cruel grin spreading across his handsome face.

She began clawing at him and trying to prick him, desperate to unloose herself. To preserve her biography.

'' stupid person little bitch, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his mitt. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor little girl could n't respire. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her large tit bobbed up and down as she struggled to free herself from his dying clutches.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away looker, '' he told her. He could smell her damp cunt. Smell her fright. He could feel her eubstance trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much substantial than she. A stream of scarlet began to dribble from the smirch on his hand where she had sunk her tooth. Watching her struggle, made his prick swell. He was in complete control. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few to a greater extent kicks, her body shuddered one lastly clock time, and she succumbed. Her head fell to the rightfulness, and her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth. Her hands fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the watch glass clear body of water. Her center were as expectant as saucers. And her brim had turned blue. A thinly gold watercourse began trickling from her slit. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude limp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He was strong, thick and muscular. 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 moment, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her lips still tumesce and her clitoris still hard from her Recent epoch masturbation.

'' Let me see that trivial cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swollen lips and brought his mouth to her snatch. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her cunt sass. Tongue fucked her hole, and took her clitoris between his dentition, sucking on it. Devouring her puss. Still lovesome and wet. He loved the appreciation of pussy. He could taste a speck of pee, smell it on her.

Stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her slack water mouth and rubbed the question of it against her flaccid supine sassing, against her pearly teeth then between her brim until he was fully penetrating her throat.

unable to learn any more input he came up from between her leg. He wanted to be in her. To crap dear to her. He rested each of her stage atop her shoulders. And slid his hard dick inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her puss, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more conclusion. With more Passion of Christ. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and cold-blooded blue angel rim, while he continued to strike in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the lip, with a hot stream of his cum.

He lay there for a long here and now to catch his hint, to recover from his vivid orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his dungaree 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 baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the doorway. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the night, ears and eye straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

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

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