It 's a quick Friday and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS woman come out of a edifice. She's wearing a garden pink blouse and short sinister shirt. She has long pilus and red, red lips. I ca n't tell, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks groovy up top. Looking down, no hose, so she 's either wearing panties, or zippo ! My cock stirs.

It 's leave office time for you. Just another Friday good afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the kids are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can convince her to keep them one Sir Thomas More night and then you can induce the piazza to yourself ; just you and your b/f ! You get in you car and do n't notice the black truck that was driving by but has stopped now. You start up your car, act on the music and air, and drive home forgetful to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and think, hmmm, VERY well dressed, courteous car, hmmm, she probably has a few horse, or at least some expert stuff and nonsense I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too nigh, but close plenty to hold you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get menage. You hop out of your car and walk inside. It 's been a long week ! All you want right now is a drink and a tub ! But low gear, you have to aim the kids to an over-nighter at grama grass. You do n't notice the black truck parked just down the street !

I watched as you got out of your car. Nice long legs, but still could narrate about the panty - I thought I caught a coup d'oeil of black, but could n't be sure. I could wait.

The deglutition and bathtub would have to wait. It was late. You gathered the kids and get their clobber ready. It was 7 by the time you get them in the car. The blackened motortruck is gone.

Knowing where you live, I drive away, waiting for the cloak of duskiness. I 've robbed a few office ; yours seems like no deviation. But why you I think ? What made me pick you ? I ca n't fetch myself to thinking it, but deep down I know !

You dropped the kids off and stayed and visited a bit too long. It 's getting late ; it 's been a loooong hebdomad. It 's dark-skinned by the metre you get home. You drive right by the grim motortruck, but pay no notice of it. You go in your house, kick off your shoes and mix yourself a crapulence, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your bedroom. `` Bath sentence '' you think to yourself. You undo the push button of your garden pink blouse and let it accrue off your shoulders. You undo the release of your chick and unzip the zipper ; the bird drops to the floor too. You stand in front of the mirror admiring your dead body and intellection of the report that guy has been sending you.

How favorable can a guy be ? You almost saw me when you entered your house and now, standing by your bedroom window, watching you, I am treated to a strip appearance like NO other ! ! A gorgeous char slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy dress and standing before me in a VERY nice blacken bra straining to keep those breasts in chip and a very tiny, INCREDIBLY sexy Negro g-string that hides only the most private of your private office. My putz is as hard as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your stuff pretty lady '', I think to myself, `` but maybe more too ! '' With your spine to me, you undo your bra and let fall to the floor. You then pare your G-string off and bend over to perpetrate it past your genu and drop curtain to the floor. I see that beautiful brown ass pickle of yours and my hired man instinctively goes to my stopcock. `` Turn around '', I whisper to myself, `` turn around ! '' Almost like you could see me, you turn and I can see you standing naked before me. You examine yourself in the mirror ; you touch and squeeze your tit - the nipples go hard. You run your hands over your body and stint. Your deal soupcon your pussy ; it seems to dawdle there longer than anywhere else. `` Are you horny '', I whisper to you. Of course you can not hear me, but instead land the early deal to your kitty-cat and play. I 'm stroking my cock in line with you rubbing your pussy. Suddenly you stop. You take another farseeing beverage and fetch up it off. You leave the bedroom.

'' Geez, I have a great body '', you think to yourself as you admire yourself in the mirror. After finally getting out of your clothes, you think about what b/f would do if he were there right now. You know what you 'd WANT him to do, and as you think that, your fingers have found your pussy and your breasts. You feel the wetness between your branch and the hardness of your teat ; `` I am ONE SEXY WOMAN '', you think to yourself. You finish off your drunkenness ; it went down WAY too well-heeled ! Naked, you walk out of your bedroom and mix yourself another potable ; a little more rum, a little LE Pepsi this time. salute in bridge player, you walk to the bathroom and start running the body of water. `` This is going to find squeamish '', you think and you sip on your potable. As the water fills, you examine your breasts in the mirror again. You hold them and touch the nipple. They go hard ! `` Guys like that '', you think to yourself with a smirk. You take another retentive sip from your drink. You can just set out to palpate the warming affect the rum is having on you. The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your pussy - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the door when I came in ? '' you think to yourself. `` Would n't want that neighbor guy that 's always hitting on me to hail waltzing in here '', you smile to yourself. You finish off the drinkable and go to the door. You lock it and then pour yourself one more drink for the bathroom ; a little more of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi Cola, then back to the tub. You test the body of water and parapraxis in ; it feels soooooooooo upright as the body of water touches and caresses every part of your organic structure it touches. Drink in manus you get in ; the water envelopes you, your breasts float on the piddle ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the weewee drainage all the hebdomadally tension from your body.

What luck, I do n't take to jimmy the lock or anything. She 's forgotten to lock the door ! I slip in. I hear water running and smiling. I start looking around the spot ; a lot of prissy clobber ! ! I start picking out the small most expensive looking matter. `` Hmmm, no headphone ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your cubicle phone lying on the table ; `` you wo n't be needing this '', as I add it to my loot. Suddenly I hear you walking toward the door. I quickly hide. I hear you lock the room access and take the air back to the bathroom. I hear the weewee blockage ; I wait a few minute then proceed to gather the things I 've taken. I quickly call for them to my hand truck. I come back in and get the TV and stereo system ; the remote drops to the level ! !

You hear a thump ; it startles you a bit. `` Anyone there ? '' Then you realize how silly that was ; the minor are at gramma, and the b/f is at home - he would have yelled out if he had come over. You dismiss it and go back to the hot bathing tub water. You 've been wanting sex all day ; knowing that you wo n't be getting any public treasury tomorrow is disturb, but your fingers can fix that. You spread your ramification and run your hands over your breasts and down further to your kitty. You play with the outer lips and then the internal lip. You take a sip of rum and then slip a finger inside yourself. Slowly you move the finger in and out ; the other hand comes down and softly massages your clitoris. forgetful to anything that going on in your house, the rum, the water and your fingers have whisked you away to a office where you can savor yourself.

I pick up the remote and head outside. I 've taken all the stuff of yours I want ; I 'm at the crossroads now ! Do I assume what I REALLY want ? I stand there thinking for only a second ; the bulge in my pants decides for me. I re-enter your home and lock the door. I find your bedroom ; your apparel are still on the level. I pick them up ; you smell as good as you look. I see the black-market bra that hide those magnificent breasts from me and kick it across the room. That 's when I see you `` pantie ''. There is goose egg much there ! I pick them up ; they are still wet. I taste them ; mmmmmm. I KNOW I 've made the veracious decision. I look around the room. I find your lingerie drawer. I pull out a few pairs of rayons ; I also find some pretty pink panties, `` I 'll need these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my sum beating tough, I just have to waitress. I stand behind the threshold. I can see down the hallway. I hear muffle strait coming from the bathroom. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the wickedness, my hands clenching your intimate apparel, my aids to help me train something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The combination of rum and cumming has made you light headed. You quickly wash out and rinse off off. The spirit of your sex permeates the privy. The mirror is all steamed up. You get out of the tub and dry off. You slip on the nightee that conveniently hangs on the sweetener in the lav. It is VERY sonant and sensual ; it makes you sense even sexier. You think about calling up your b/f and having him fare over. You fingers have only added to the lecherousness you 're feeling. You go to encounter your cell speech sound. You look everywhere, but the phone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his loss !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the hall ; with the lighting out in the room I can see you through the cranny in the threshold. You enter the room.

You enter your bedroom."Hmm, the light source are out ; that's strange ! I thought I had …. ”, as you think this to yourself, you are suddenly grabbed and pushed and shoved toward your bed.

I grab you and push you toward the bed. You fall face first onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly bind your wrists behind your back. I take another of your black nylons and wrapping and tie it around your eyes ! You go to scream ; I tie another nylon around your sassing. You struggle as I carefully get off you and blame you up. You try to plain, but I dodge your foot and then I put you on the bed. With your legs flailing, I get on top of you to stop your thrashing around. I take one ankle joint and tie a hosiery around it and then around the bedpost.

"What the fuck is going on ; where has this prick come from ”, you think as I man handle you on the bed. You feel one leg being tie and pulled away from your body ! Then the other leg is pulled away from your trunk at an almost 90 degree angle."This asshole is tying me down ; I have to get away !"You struggle with what strength you have left to throw me off you.

I just terminate tying your other leg when you push me off you. You try to sit up, but with your arms tied behind you, you can not. Quickly realizing this, I stand to enamour my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not move very much. You thrash about as unspoilt you can ; not willing to accept the situation you have found yourself into. And to take matters worse, reverse to what your intellect is thinking, your pussy is telling another taradiddle ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and look at my prize ( almost ). You lie there in your red nightee JUST barely covering what will soon be mine. As you thrash about, the nightee slowly inches high-pitched."Yes, keep struggling my beaut !"

Upon hearing that, you realize what is happening. Not only are you excited, you realize your assailant is excited AND your nightee must be covering very little. You stop immediately, but it's too of late ! !

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! Nice ! !"

"crap ”, you think to yourself,"why do I have to be soooo horny, and at this most inopportune time !"You can not see, but know that soon, very soon, this thug will roll in the hay you cock ; you're chief says this can not happen, but the rest of you needs it to happen.

I've caught my breath. Just a bit more, and you'll HAVE to succumb to me. I carefully pull you up and cut the nylon binding your wrists. You try and wrestle me away. You are hard, but I have the advantage. You quickly tier. I take your proper hand and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to actuate to the other side of the bed to get the other arm.

He's been to strong for you - even in that brief moment of exemption, he was able to see to it you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your veracious arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My conclusion prospect ”, you think and turn to try and untie the nylon around your right wrist.

I smile as I see you trying to free yourself."I LOVE a girl with tinder ”, I say as I smile watching you. Just when I think YOU think you have a opportunity of getting give up, I grab your left arm.

You groan as I take your result arm. You last chance for freedom is gone. You can not struggle anymore, at least not for now ……….. and you're not sure you want to anymore.

The struggling has brought the nightee up to just above your shank. After tying your last appendage and now have you spread eagle before me, I stand up to look up to you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined. You skin looks so diffuse, your legs so nice ! I look at your knock off kitty and see just a tiny drop of your wetness. I take the knife and cut the nightee at the bottom. I then take it in my two work force and slowly deplume it up your eubstance, over your breasts and to the neck opening. With a jerky, I tear it there and throw the material to the face. You breasts are now exposed ! !

You hear the tearing and feel the jerk. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your head back and Forth in a feeble act of defiance. Suddenly he starts to touch you ; everywhere but just lightly at start - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingerbreadth running gently over your skin. You feel the blue gentle wind of your open windowpane on your bare skin ! Your mammilla are gruelling from his touch, but now are made even harder with the duck soup ! Your legs are tingly, as are your arms ! He continues to lightly touch you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your scupper desolation starts to glow. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to contain you ; you know this and you know you want him ! He touches and now starts kissing you everywhere - IF you could have resisted, it is too former now ! Your physical structure is giving away the fact you want this to happen, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to kiss and equal and palpate your organic structure !

I pause to take a drink of your drink."Should I ? ’, I think to myself. I pull out my tongue,"scream and you won't like what happens !"I tell you as I cut the nylon gag and the back that hold your arms. I offer you a drink too.

You drink it down, a big gulp, wanting more, but not rum ! ! He has you lie back as he continues to kiss you - your hands are pinned behind you - your boob heaving, your mammilla extremely severely from all the attention he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your body - he kisses your correctly thigh and down your leg - he kisses to your toes and starts his way back up your inner leg.

As I gets to your knee, I see your desire, your neediness, for him is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the clear window !

His back talk, his lingua, brush over your outer lips - you rise to meet his lips, but it is too late - he has continued to kiss up over your venus mound and gamey. You can feel his deal following behind his kisses though - It is on your left internal thigh just inches from where his lips where just at ! He has now moved up and is kissing and sucking on your painfully aroused nipples - his hand moves closer ; you try and spread your branch even wider than they already are- his hand is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to take on his hand trying to insure you will get some relief from the desire.

"Not this time ”, I think to myself as my manus just brushes over your sexual love spot, my finger's breadth just graze your `` lips '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

His hand starts sliding down around your right inner thigh, down to your knee and gage up but now he has forced your pegleg further apart. Quickly, you feel yourself pulled down the bed a bit and your stifle are up in the air !

His paw is now kneading the spinal column of your thigh on their way to your butt. In the think of time, after kissing your mamilla and titty and neck and weapon and chin and lips and impertinence and neck opening and titty and nipples, he is now kissing your soft belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is spicy, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this sexual act, he himself has become naked and for the first fourth dimension you can feel his skin against yours - his bureau rubs against your hard nipples his nipple touch yours ! You feel his breath - it 's hot, but cool on your bed covering, exposed wetness ! As his breath gets penny-pinching and you can almost feel his tongue and lips on your totally exposed womanhood, you suddenly feel just how rouse he is ! A pearl of `` him '' lands on your cheek and a short clip later another lands on your lower lip just as his tongue spot your womanly KO'd sass !

I have straddled you, my shaft just column inch from your oral fissure. My arms have moved between your legs pushing apart your thighs even more. Both workforce are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass buttock ; one in each hand.

His potent deal, which where kneading your bum, now move to pull those out rim open - as his tongue contact your inner sassing, his `` forefront '' spot your partially subject sass. His tongue goes deeper as his `` header '' slips between your opening backtalk. He continues going deeper both with his tongue and now his fingerbreadth are probing too, but also his humanness is slipping deeper into your sassing - 2 then 4 then 6 fingers are entering you ! `` He '' is almost to your throat - his tongue is coated in your wetness and now he has moved up just a bit and found `` her '' - she was hiding at first, but now has come out from hiding ;

Your clit is red and tumesce and begging to be kissed ! My knife touches `` her '' and then my lips envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her sheath even farther and as she is drawn out, my clapper is making ever so little middleman with her - it is flicking her and rubbing her just as she would be rubbed by my pubic off-white if `` he '' was in you ! My fingerbreadth are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` fervour ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my cock is pistoning in and out of your mouthpiece and hitting the top of your pharynx - he is still not in all the way and the thought process of him sliding down your throat adds to your desire. You do n't require it to stop because it feels toooooo good what my tongue and fingers are doing between your stage ! The compounding of my tongue flicking your clitoris and my brim sucking on her and `` me '' going in and out of your rima oris, are too much for you ! You thrill and then go stiff as you cum all over my fingers ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my clapper over her. My fingers too have slowed their incessant ramming inside of you. I pull my cock out of your lip and give you a chance to grab your breath. With your optic closed and stew on your forehead, you lie there spreadeagle. I get up and look down on you - your breasts still heaving your legs still spread astray and she is glistening in your own wetness and I can still see your clitoris pulsating ever so slightly. Without warning, I quickly move between your wooden leg and thrash my well up hard dick into your open wetness - he slides in all the way as your eyes open in surprise ! ! II cut the nylon holding your legs apart. I pull your ramification apart even more and enter you to the hilt - my bridge player grab your waist and I drive him deeper into you. Now my pubic bone IS rubbing against her - she has not had time to hide. My hip gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had time to recoup from just cumming. You feel the `` excitement '' building again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not ready to cum yet .