It 's a warmly Friday and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS cleaning lady come out of a construction. She's wearing a pink blouse and short-change black shirt. She has long whisker and red, red mouth. I ca n't tell, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks bang-up up top. Looking down, no hose, so she 's either wearing panties, or nothing ! My cock stirs.

It 's quitting prison term for you. Just another Friday afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the kids are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can convince her to preserve them one more Nox and then you can let the office to yourself ; just you and your b/f ! You get in you car and do n't discover the Black person truck that was driving by but has stopped now. You start up your car, turn on the medicine and air, and drive family oblivious to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and cogitate, hmmm, VERY well dressed, gracious car, hmmm, she probably has a few buck, or at least some good stuff I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too close, but close sufficiency to keep you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get household. You hop out of your car and walk inside. It 's been a farseeing hebdomad ! All you want rectify now is a crapulence and a tub ! But first, you have to read the minor to an over-nighter at grammas. You do n't point out the black truck parked just down the street !

I watched as you got out of your car. Nice long legs, but still could tell about the pantie - I thought I caught a glimpse of black, but could n't be certain. I could wait.

The drink and bathroom would have to wait. It was late. You gathered the minor and get their stuff ready. It was 7 by the time you get them in the car. The blacken motortruck is gone.

Knowing where you live, I drive away, waiting for the cloak of swarthiness. I 've robbed a few places ; yours seems like no difference. But why you I think ? What made me pick you ? I ca n't work 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 week. It 's dark by the clock time you get home. You drive the right way by the black truck, but pay no bill of it. You go in your house, quetch off your horseshoe and mix yourself a drink, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your bedroom. `` bath time '' you think to yourself. You undo the release of your pink blouse and let it fall off your shoulders. You undo the clit of your skirt and unzip the zipper ; the skirt drops to the story too. You stand in front of the mirror admiring your body and thought process of the stories that guy has been sending you.

How golden 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 landing strip show like NO former ! ! A gorgeous woman slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy clothes and standing before me in a VERY nice Joseph Black bra straining to maintain those boob in curb and a very bantam, INCREDIBLY sexy dim G-string that hides only the most individual of your common soldier parts. My cock is as operose as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your stuff pretty peeress '', I think to myself, `` but maybe more too ! '' With your back to me, you undo your bra and let descent to the story. You then peel your g-string off and bending over to force it past your knees and drop to the floor. I see that beautiful brownness ass hole of yours and my hand instinctively goes to my cock. `` Turn around '', I whisper to myself, `` turn around ! '' Almost like you could get wind me, you turn and I can see you standing naked before me. You examine yourself in the mirror ; you touch and bosom your breasts - the nipple go hard. You run your workforce over your soundbox and stretch. Your hand cutaneous senses your pussy ; it seems to linger there longer than anywhere else. `` Are you horny '', I whisper to you. Of row you can not hear me, but instead bring the other helping hand to your pussy and free rein. I 'm stroking my cock in melody with you rubbing your kitty. Suddenly you stop. You take another long swallow and finish it off. You leave the bedroom.

'' Geez, I have a smashing body '', you think to yourself as you admire yourself in the mirror. After finally getting out of your dress, 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 cunt and your breast. You feel the wetness between your legs and the severity of your nipples ; `` I am ONE SEXY WOMAN '', you think to yourself. You finish off your beverage ; it went down WAY too gentle ! Naked, you walk out of your sleeping accommodation and mix yourself another drink ; a little more rum, a petty less Pepsi this time. Drink in bridge player, you walk to the bathroom and take off running the water. `` This is going to feel decent '', you think and you sip on your swallow. As the water filling, you examine your white meat in the mirror again. You hold them and adjoin the mamilla. They go hard ! `` Guys like that '', you think to yourself with a smirk. You take another farseeing 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 snatch - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the door when I came in ? '' you think to yourself. `` Would n't want that neighbour guy that 's always hitting on me to number waltzing in here '', you smile to yourself. You finish off the drink and go to the door. You lock it and then pour yourself one more deglutition for the Bath ; a little more of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi, then back to the tub. You test the piss and slip in ; it feels soooooooooo goodness as the pee tinge and caresses every part of your body it touches. potable in bridge player you get in ; the water envelopes you, your breast float on the water ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the piss drain all the hebdomadal tension from your body.

What luck, I do n't have to prize the lock or anything. She 's forgotten to lock the door ! I slip in. I hear water running and grin. I start looking around the place ; a lot of nice poppycock ! ! I start picking out the small most expensive looking things. `` Hmmm, no phone ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your cellular phone sound lying on the tabular array ; `` you wo n't be needing this '', as I add it to my loot. Suddenly I hear you walking toward the threshold. I quickly blot out. I hear you lock the door and walk back to the privy. I hear the water stop ; I wait a few minutes then proceed to gather the thing I 've taken. I quickly take them to my truck. I come back in and get the TV and stereo ; the remote fall to the trading floor ! !

You hear a thump ; it startles you a bit. `` Anyone there ? '' Then you realize how ridiculous that was ; the youngster are at gramma grass, 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 bath water. You 've been wanting sex all day ; knowing that you wo n't be getting any till tomorrow is upsetting, but your finger can fix that. You spread your pegleg and run your custody over your breasts and down further to your pussy. You play with the outer lips and then the internal backtalk. You take a sip of rum and then slip a digit inside yourself. Slowly you move the digit in and out ; the other helping hand comes down and softly massages your clit. Oblivious to anything that going on in your house, the rum, the water supply and your finger's breadth have whisked you away to a place where you can enjoy 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 consider what I REALLY want ? I stand there thinking for only a second ; the bulge in my pants decides for me. I re-enter your house and lock away the door. I find your bedroom ; your apparel are still on the floor. I pick them up ; you smell as honest as you look. I see the black bra that hide those magnificent breasts from me and kick it across the room. That 's when I see you `` scanty ''. There is nothing much there ! I pick them up ; they are still wet. I taste them ; mmmmmm. I KNOW I 've made the right decision. I look around the room. I find your lingerie drawer. I pull out a few pairs of nylons ; I also find some pretty pink panties, `` I 'll need these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my heart beating hard, I just have to wait. I stand behind the door. I can see down the hall. I hear dull auditory sensation coming from the bathroom. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the dark, my deal clenching your lingerie, my aids to help oneself me take something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The compounding of rum and cumming has made you light headed. You quickly wash and rinse off. The olfaction of your sex permeates the toilet. 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 hook in the bathroom. It is VERY soft and sensual ; it makes you experience even sexier. You think about calling up your b/f and having him come over. You fingerbreadth have only added to the lecherousness you 're feeling. You go to find your jail cell phone. You look everywhere, but the phone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his going !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the entrance hall ; with the lights out in the room I can see you through the cranny in the door. You enter the room.

You enter your bedroom."Hmm, the brightness 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 inaugural onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly bind your wrists behind your book binding. I take another of your contraband nylons and wrap and tie it around your oculus ! You go to squall ; I tie another nylon around your mouth. You struggle as I carefully get off you and pluck you up. You try to kick back, but I dodge your fundament 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 and tie a hose around it and then around the bedpost.

"What the fuck is going on ; where has this son of a bitch 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 body 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 end tying your other leg when you push me off you. You try to sit up, but with your coat of arms tied behind you, you can not. Quickly realizing this, I stand to arrest my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not proceed very much. You thrash about as unspoilt you can ; not willing to take over the situation you have found yourself into. And to make topic bad, contrary to what your mind is thinking, your cunt is telling another story ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and count 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 higher."Yes, keep struggling my looker !"

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

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! squeamish ! !"

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

I've caught my breathing time. Just a bit more, and you'll HAVE to knuckle under to me. I carefully pull you up and cut the nylon binding your carpus. You try and wrestle me away. You are unassailable, but I have the advantage. You quickly tier. I take your right hired man and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to move to the former position of the bed to get the other arm.

He's been to firm for you - even in that brief moment of freedom, he was able to verify you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your rightfield arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My conclusion chance ”, you think and turn to try and untie the nylon around your good wrist.

I smile as I see you trying to free yourself."I LOVE a fille with spunk ”, I say as I smile watching you. Just when I think YOU think you have a probability of getting gratis, I grab your left arm.

You groan as I take your left arm. You final stage chance for exemption is gone. You can not fight anymore, at least not for now ……….. and you're not surely you want to anymore.

The struggling has brought the nightee up to just above your waist. 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 flavor so indulgent, your peg so decent ! I look at your shaved puss and see just a petite drop of your wetness. I take the knife and cut the nightee at the bottom. I then take it in my two custody and slowly tear it up your trunk, over your chest and to the neck opening. With a saccade, I tear it there and throw the material to the slope. You breasts are now exposed ! !

You hear the tearing and experience the jolt. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your head back and forth in a faint act of defiance. Suddenly he starts to advert you ; everywhere but just lightly at first - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingerbreadth running gently over your cutis. You feel the gentle zephyr of your receptive window on your bare skin ! Your mamilla are hard from his touch, but now are made even harder with the gentle wind ! Your legs are tingly, as are your blazon ! He continues to lightly impact you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your exposed bleakness starts to glow. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to take aim 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 belated now ! Your soundbox is giving away the fact you want this to come about, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to kiss and touch and sense your body !

I pause to take a swallow of your swallow."Should I ? ’, I think to myself. I pull out my knife,"scream and you won't like what happens !"I tell you as I cut the nylon gag and the bindings 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 snog you - your hands are pinned behind you - your breasts heaving, your nipples extremely toilsome from all the attention he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your eubstance - he kisses your correct thigh and down your leg - he kisses to your toes and starts his way back up your inside leg.

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

His lip, his tongue, clash over your outer lips - you rise to conform to his lips, but it is too belated - he has continued to kiss up over your Urania cumulation and mellow. You can experience his hand following behind his kisses though - It is on your left wing intimate second joint just inches from where his lips where just at ! He has now moved up and is kissing and sucking on your painfully aroused mamilla - his hand motility closer ; you try and spread your legs even spacious than they already are- his hand is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to get together his hired hand trying to ensure you will get some assuagement from the desire.

"Not this time ”, I think to myself as my hand just encounter over your love topographic point, my fingerbreadth just rake your `` lips '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

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

His helping hand is now kneading the back of your thigh on their way to your fundament. In the mean time, after kissing your nipples and breasts and cervix and arms and chin and lips and buttock and neck and breasts and mammilla, he is now kissing your flaccid belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is hot, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this sexual act, he himself has become raw and for the first time you can finger his skin against yours - his breast rub against your hard teat his mammilla touch yours ! You feel his breathing space - it 's hot, but cool on your spread, exposed wetness ! As his breather gets nigher and you can almost feel his tongue and lip on your totally exposed fair sex, you suddenly feel just how excited he is ! A cliff of `` him '' lands on your cheek and a short time later another kingdom on your lower lip just as his tongue touches your womanly proscribed lips !

I have straddled you, my cock just inches from your mouth. My branch have moved between your peg pushing apart your thighs even more. Both hands are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass cheeks ; one in each hand.

His stiff workforce, which where kneading your bum, now move to displume those outer back talk open - as his natural language cutaneous senses your inner lips, his `` school principal '' soupcon your partially candid lips. His spit goes cryptic as his `` head '' slips between your opening lips. He continues going deeper both with his tongue and now his fingers are probing too, but also his manhood is slipping deeper into your oral cavity - 2 then 4 then 6 fingers are entering you ! `` He '' is almost to your throat - his knife is coated in your wetness and now he has moved up just a bit and found `` her '' - she was hiding at starting time, but now has come out from hiding ;

Your clitoris is red and conceited and begging to be kissed ! My lingua tactile sensation `` her '' and then my brim envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her sheath even farther and as she is drawn out, my natural language is making ever so slim impinging with her - it is flicking her and rubbing her just as she would be rubbed by my pubic os if `` he '' was in you ! My fingers are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` excitement ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my cock is pistoning in and out of your oral fissure and hitting the top of your throat - he is still not in all the way and the sentiment 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 knife and fingers are doing between your branch ! The combining of my tongue flicking your button and my lip sucking on her and `` me '' going in and out of your sassing, are too much for you ! You chill and then go stiff as you cum all over my fingers ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my spit over her. My fingers too have slowed their constant ramming inside of you. I pull my pecker out of your mouth and give you a prospect to catch your breath. With your oculus closed and sudor on your forehead, you lie there spread-eagle. I get up and look down on you - your titty still heaving your legs still spread wide and she is glistening in your own wetness and I can still see your clit pulsating ever so slightly. Without warning, I quickly move between your legs and thrash my egotistic hard cock into your open wetness - he slides in all the way as your eyes open in surprisal ! ! II cut the nylon holding your pegleg apart. I pull your legs 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 pelvic arch gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had metre to go back from just cumming. You feel the `` excitement '' edifice again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not prepare to cum yet .