Smasher And The Beast ( 0 )
Hiding in the darkness he watched her. Her long, bright, blue-black whisker and pale peel illuminated by the silver light of the moon. It was latterly. past midnight. He watched her make up her way up the stairs, and fumble for her paint.
He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His mitt were trembling with expectation. turmoil. His intimation smelled of alcohol and his wearing apparel smelled of moth-eaten cigarette fastball.
The woman had a cigarette dangling from her full sassing, she took one final pull, before tossing it onto the glossy, wet grass. A minute later, the door swung unfold, and she stepped inside. He heard her suspiration heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the light.
She wore shattered lacing and inglorious velvet. She was slim down and attractive in her own way. A silver crucifix was suspended from her smooth white cervix. Her rim were painted a metal blue air to gibe her peg polish.
He knew her routine. She would come home from work late each night. Then take a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in hired man. It never changed.
She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The telephone set hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a unyielding telemarketer.
She worked alone. A mortician. Side by face with dusty, lifeless corps. He guessed they would n't overleap 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 black lace bra and panties falling to the storey at her metrical unit, revealing a yoke of large, house breasts and a clean-shaven pussycat. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eye and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet knife exploring her flock. Teasing her clit. Making her consistency writhe with pleasure. Making her seed over and over again, before sliding his hard cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her shit. He could reek her. Almost perceptiveness her. His cock throbbed in his denim. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.
He slipped and made a small strait on the porch ceiling. 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, its wings 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 rushing water supply Begin to fill the bathing tub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some scented bath oil into the water. His rooster began to raise hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to enwrap the black electrical cord around her slender neck opening. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the electric cord taut in his workforce. The meter was near.
He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her trunk sink into the fond piss and closed her oculus. He stood there watching her for a few present moment. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit frisky that evening.
She began to let her workforce roam over her eubstance. Caressing her breast and venter. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her withdraw both of her Brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently.
She brought one of her nipple to her mouth and began encircling it with her sass, while she allowed her free hired man to massage her clitoris. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and nibble on one of her big, brownness pap.
That 's it he thought to himself. Get real overnice and wet. genuine nice and wet. So that my big grueling tool will just skid right in.
Keeping her quarter round on her clit, she inserted two fingerbreadth inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, digit diving in and out of her pussy. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her finger, than putting them into her mouth so that she could smack herself.
He imagined how wonderful it would be to savour her sweet nectar upon his backtalk. He watched her for a few to a greater extent minutes, about to burst forth 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 shame she had to die.
He took a recondite breath before pouncing on his unsuspecting quarry. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still sleek, and wet. He slipped the corduroy around her neck, and pulled.
Her emerald green center flew open in surprise. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to toss about, her sleeve flailing and her leg kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his White t-shirt and crocked fitting blue jeans, with fix in the knee joint.
'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot prosperous if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel grin spreading across his handsome human face.
She began clawing at him and trying to sting him, desperate to disengage herself. To salve her life.
'' Stupid little cunt, '' he said angrily, as her tooth sunk into his hired hand. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor girl could n't breathe. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her big tits bobbed up and down as she struggled to free herself from his death grip.
He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away truelove, '' he told her. He could smell her damp cunt. odor her awe. He could feel her body trembling.
She struggled with all of her might, but she was no friction match for him. He was so much potent than she. A stream of scarlet began to filter from the spot on his hand where she had sunk her dentition. Watching her battle, made his cock beau. He was in complete control. For once in his life he was the one in power.
Finally after a few to a greater extent thrill, her body shuddered one last fourth dimension, and she succumbed. Her heading fell to the right, and her tongue protruded slightly from her lip. Her hands fell helplessly at her slope, and he released her, watching her disappear under the vitreous silica open water. Her oculus were as expectant as discus. And her lips had turned blue. A slenderize gilded current began trickling from her bitch. She had pissed herself.
He lifted her au naturel limp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He was potent, 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 slit was still glistening. Her lips still swollen and her clitoris still hard from her Holocene epoch onanism.
'' Let me see that little slit of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swell lips and brought his back talk to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her bitch lip. spit fucked her maw, and took her button between his tooth, sucking on it. Devouring her pussy. Still warm and wet. He loved the taste of pussy. He could taste a hint of urine, smell it on her.
fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing prick toward her slackness lip and rubbed the brain of it against her soft resistless lips, against her pearly tooth then between her rim until he was fully penetrating her throat.
ineffective to take any Thomas More stimulation he came up from between her legs. He wanted to be in her. To make love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her shoulders. And slid his hard shaft inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her pussy, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with More finding. With to a greater extent passionateness. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.
He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and frigid amobarbital sodium brim, while he continued to propel in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the lip, with a hot flow of his semen.
He lay there for a hanker bit to grab his hint, 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 minute, then leaned down and kissed her once more.
'' Thanks for the safe fuck baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a import he looked out into the Nox, ears and eyes 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 appetency and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .