Hiding in the shadow he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair and pale skin illuminated by the ash gray Christ Within of the moon. It was late. retiring midnight. He watched her make her way up the step, and foul up for her keys.

He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His men were trembling with prediction. inflammation. His breath smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of stale cigarette smoke.

The charwoman had a cigarette dangling from her replete lips, she took one final drag, before tossing it onto the slick, wet locoweed. A instant later, the doorway swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way on a higher floor towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the Christ Within.

She wore tattered lace and opprobrious velvet. She was thin and attractive in her own way. A silvery crucifix was suspended from her suave white neck. Her backtalk were painted a metal blue to fit her peg polish up.

He knew her routine. She would come family from work late each nighttime. Then need a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a account book in deal. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitant. The phone hardly ever call up, and when it did, it was usually a improper number or a dogged telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. Side by position with cold, lifeless corpses. He guessed they would n't miss her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his rod outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy lightlessness lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a couple of large, firm breasts and a clean-shaven pussycat. Such a beautiful pussy, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knee before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet natural language exploring her folding. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her ejaculate over and over again, before sliding his hard cock interior of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His pecker throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the windowpane ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink blackamoor tattoo of a bat on her berm, its extension outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierce naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing water begin to sate the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some perfume bathroom oil into the water supply. His cock began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the black electric electric cord around her slender cervix. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his helping hand. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the early. She let her body go down into the warm water and closed her center. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit kittenish that evening.

She began to let her hands roam over her body. Caressing her boob and venter. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her look at both of her brown nipples between her quarter round and forefinger and squeeze gently.

She brought one of her nipple to her mouth and began encircling it with her back talk, while she allowed her free mitt to knead her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to wet-nurse and nibble on one of her big, embrown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get genuine nice and wet. tangible nice and wet. So that my big intemperate cock will just slide right in.

safekeeping her thumb on her clit, she inserted two digit inside of herself. Rubbing her clitoris harder and faster, fingers diving in and out of her twat. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingers, than putting them into her mouth so that she could taste herself.

He imagined how wonderful it would be to taste her sweet nectar upon his sassing. He watched her for a few more min, about to break loose himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful cleaning lady. Such a shame she had to die.

He took a deep hint before pouncing on his unsuspecting target. Her nipple still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still slick, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald jet eyes flew open in surprisal. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to bat about, her arms flailing and her legs kick, splashing piddle about every which way. Soaking his white tee shirt and tight fitting blue dungaree, with cakehole in the knee.

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

She began clawing at him and trying to burn him, desperate to free herself. To save her life.

'' Stupid little bitch, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the corduroy. The poor little girl could n't emit. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her magnanimous knocker bobbed up and down as she struggled to unloosen herself from his death clutches.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could smell her damp cunt. scent her fear. He could feel her organic structure trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much strong than she. A stream of scarlet began to trickle from the point on his helping hand where she had sunk her tooth. Watching her struggle, made his cock fop. He was in double-dyed controller. For once in his life he was the one in force.

Finally after a few more recoil, her body shuddered one finish fourth dimension, and she succumbed. Her question fell to the right wing, and her knife protruded slightly from her mouth. Her paw fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the watch crystal exculpated water. Her center were as with child as saucers. And her lips had turned blue. A thinly prosperous stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude hobble consistency from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a dismissal of white potato vine. He was impregnable, deep and hefty. 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 consistency for a bit, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her puss was still glistening. Her sassing still swollen and her clit still hard from her recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that piffling cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swollen rim and brought his sass to her slit. Tasting her. He ran his clapper along her cunt rim. tongue fucked her kettle of fish, and took her button between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still warm and wet. He loved the taste sensation of pussy. He could try a steer of urine, smell it on her.

Stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing pecker toward her slack mouthpiece and rubbed the head of it against her diffuse resistless lips, against her pearly teeth then between her brim until he was fully penetrating her throat.

ineffectual to take any more stimulation he came up from between her leg. He wanted to be in her. To take a shit love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her berm. And slid his hard cock inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more than decision. With more rage. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her chest, and frigidity blueing rim, while he continued to travel in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the lip, with a hot stream of his semen.

He lay there for a long present moment to fascinate his intimation, to recover from his intense orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his denim back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a instant, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the dear fuck baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the dark, ears and oculus straining for anything out of the ordinary bicycle, 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 overwhelm desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the import .