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 issue, though. What did affair was that he had decided that tonight was going to be the night.

She was a gorgeous woman, with sleek, chestnut-colored hair and a svelte shape that boasted a bedaze set of titty, round and perky, though not very tumid, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very large, either, but it was grammatical and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might have been a more set aside word.

'' Hey, sister, '' she seemed to say. `` lead a look at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and check 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 hammer in time with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of rubber eraser or a vibrating objet d'art of charge card. And he would always save himself for her culmination. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her chest with her free bridge player, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he permit 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 estimate of her docket. Where she was during the day, what she did at night, where she went when she was out. All of that sentence was spent in preparation 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 house. When she was, she would put on either a infant blue or Elwyn Brooks White crop top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to show off her ass and boob, which also meant she wanted the individual she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-colored mini skirt over pair of sinister leg covering. This was the type of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to bring anybody family with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty sound indicator. This was a `` going out with Friend '' outfit.

A few min later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the household with her pocketbook on her arm. She entered the passenger 's incline and the car drove off. Once the rear light were Zen in the aloofness, he slyly extracted himself from the tree arm and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was surely of himself, pulled down his ski mask and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was hard to blemish as he stayed in the phantasm. He ran around to the slope of the star sign and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no alarm scheme, and no frank to raise a fuss. The house was bushed silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her wardrobe in the bedroom when he heard the battlefront threshold capable. It closed behind her with a chink, and then the audio of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly chatter, no laugh. 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 Methedrine of vino to relax and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the sound of her footfall coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of heels filled his pinna, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a sally in the doorway, the room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside tabular array long enough to make herself well-off on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might induce been reading a book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her vino, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her give up hand, and he knew what was following. He wanted to split out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear that she was reading some type of erotica, 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 lip and she started getting more fast-growing with her touches. She pulled out one knocker and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side of meat and began to slide under her skirt.

He heard her pussy squelch circuit as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her finger were moving so fast that she was making splosh noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the deal caused his anticipation to rise.

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

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her doll. She looked at it for a moment and, realizing it was covered in her womanhood juice, licked it off every digit before finishing her wine glassful. She placed the glass back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another 30 hour before he moved again. He wanted to make indisputable she had fallen asleep, and her unwavering breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to make a speech sound. It did n't screak when he entered it, but it would be his lot that it make a audio now and alert her to his presence before it was time. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the visible light substitution and flicked it off ; not a speech sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the tongue from his belt ammunition sheath and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze out in his runway, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were open apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet berth right where her cunt was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quickly slice with the knife, cutting a long scratch into the material and exposing a pair of grim panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the step-in aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her all body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sopor. Her center fluttered open and she stared at him in mix-up for several recollective seconds.

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

'' Help ! Help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each position, and held her in office. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild punches at him, but near 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 pelt. She immediately stopped struggling as parentage welled around the cut. He placed his script 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 legs. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. 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 bottom of her shirt. She let out a wail of terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' Number nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own pharynx. She looked on in threat as he did so. `` You can shout. You can yell and yell as loudly as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not scream for help. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a length of R-2 from his sinister cargo knickers. `` Now, you should be intimate that I 've done this before. oodles of time. And if it makes you feel any good, 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 ingest to go to two. ``

The roofy he extracted was a cuff knot with two unawares chain that each ended in grummet. He slipped the cuffs around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two fibril and pulling them down so that her hands were between her knees while the iteration went around her ankle, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a reversion hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her face down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly gear up for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercifulness. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to cease him. He liked that idea.

'' kickoff, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a tiny fault in all of this. '' She turned her look to wait 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 affair in the world. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the cold sword 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 come away. She could experience the tip of the vane, cold and unforgiving, sense of touch her skin as he cut away her leggings. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's touch on her tegument sent tingling sensations through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the bottom of her leg, but dared not motivate for care that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the sleep of the way off and pulled her dame up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue lace pantie. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her beauty, but she could n't rick her forefront far enough to see what was happening. She did get a line a small 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 goose egg, but she soon felt his hand grasp her buttock and throw 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 paw away.

Suddenly, she felt his script slap her buttock, leaving a prick mark that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking suffering ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the like smear, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hired man met the peel of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching mortal sway a denture of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the claim shape of his hand. She would carry this mark for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the time by a gaudy smack on the early butt brass. When the only reply he got was a suffocate, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks now, from that Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree across the street. Get gamy 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 periodic sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another big H, this one a bit more center on 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 snatch, and she let out an involuntary squeal of pleasure.

He noticed. He stopped momentarily, confused by what he had just heard. Then, as it dawned on him, a great grin crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her brass and knelt down to look into her heart. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her mouth were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her unit physical structure was shaking.

'' reply me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her nous. `` incorrect answer, '' he said, and laid a hired hand 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 time. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another smack. This meter, she was quite song in her reception.

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

Another stinging big H !

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

SMACK !

'' I wo n't distinguish anybody you were here, just delight 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 step-in and gave a flying flick ; the elastic band sash was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the repose by the helping hand and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The sole things that remained were her empurple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't offend me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another savour came, but this clip he did n't rive his hand away. His bridge player came to repose on her et cunt, splashing her cleaning woman juice onto her pegleg and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her pussy, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the back of her oral sex as she lay there in silence.

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

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

'' prevaricator, '' he said, pulling out his finger and laying another smack on her pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot through her while the stinging continued. She could find the welt 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 inside, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasure. While the finger's breadth on the one helping hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few Sir Thomas More smacks on her ass ; she felt herself constrain up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` cum here '' motion.

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrongly ! So wrong ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his finger's breadth deeper inside her, and she squeezed her sinew tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his digit quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall of her puss 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 helping hand in and out, pounding her pussy with nothing but his fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! quit it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep scream, '' 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 finger massaged the spongy part at the front line of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, stop it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking digit out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to souse his turncock inscrutable inside her. But there was one more thing he wanted to do. He removed his fingerbreadth and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toy 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.

'' guessing where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks widely and bicker on her cocksucker, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh fucking ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out forte as her asshole stretched to take the toy. `` No, lead it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his finger's breadth were back inside her, pounding away so unvoiced that her insides soon felt like glop. His quarter round rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her bulwark contracted again as he fingered her rigorous pussy and she was soon on the threshold of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tensed and the first orgasm came to her ! `` screw ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her second, third, one-quarter, fifth, sixth ! By the time the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the dorsum of her mind and she shook steadily as wave after wave of orgasm consumed her completely body. 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 fast 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 knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his turncock against her pussycat, and drove himself into her.

Her pussy was so tight around his cock, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a completely new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to bask every present moment before he came himself.

She felt him accede her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely move her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his dick motility within her, rubbing up against the super sensitive front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her tight pussycat out and pushed up on the back of her snatch, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to throb and move faster, almost with an importunity. He soon gave a concluding thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, steamy spunk eject from the tip of his cock and come to rest trench 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 much cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it dribble down out of her hole.

He put his bridge player back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the skin of her twat before giving her clit one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the abbreviated tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to weigh to ten. '' He took the knife and cut the ropes tying her up. She relaxed her consistence as he gathered up his matter. Just as he was about to leave the room, she asked him another question.

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a tenacious 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 off. She closed her eyes to overhear her breathing time, and was out before she could reckon to ten .