It 's a strong Fri and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS woman come out of a building. She's wearing a pinko blouse and short black shirt. She has long fuzz and red, red lips. I ca n't tell, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks not bad up top. Looking down, no hose, so she 's either wearing step-in, or null ! My cock stirs.

It 's relinquish metre for you. Just another Fri good afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the kids are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can convince her to hold them one more night and then you can have the space 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, turn on the euphony and air, and driveway home oblivious to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and call back, hmmm, VERY well dressed, nice car, hmmm, she probably has a few bucks, or at to the lowest degree some good stuff I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too close, but close enough to keep you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get home. 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 bathtub ! But first, you have to involve the Kyd to an over-nighter at grama grass. You do n't observe the black-market motortruck parked just down the street !

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

The deglutition and bath would take to wait. It was late. You gathered the kids and get their stuff ready. It was 7 by the time you get them in the car. The bleak truck is gone.

Knowing where you live, I drive away, waiting for the cloak of darkness. I 've robbed a few post ; yours seems like no difference of opinion. But why you I think ? What made me peck you ? I ca n't bring 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-skinned by the time you get home. You drive decently by the shameful truck, but pay no notice of it. You go in your house, kick back off your shoes and mix yourself a drink, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your sleeping accommodation. `` Bath metre '' you think to yourself. You undo the clit of your pink blouse and let it fall off your articulatio humeri. You undo the button of your skirt and unzip the slide fastener ; the skirt drops to the floor too. You stand in movement of the mirror admiring your body and thinking of the level that guy has been sending you.

How lucky can a guy be ? You almost saw me when you entered your household and now, standing by your bedroom window, watching you, I am treated to a strip display like NO former ! ! A gorgeous woman slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy clothes and standing before me in a VERY skillful black bra straining to keep those breasts in check and a very tiny, INCREDIBLY sexy ignominious thong that hides only the most private of your buck private voice. My peter is as heavy as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your stuff pretty lady '', I think to myself, `` but maybe more than too ! '' With your back to me, you undo your bra and let fall to the storey. You then disrobe your thong off and flexure over to pull it past your knees and cliff to the floor. I see that beautiful brown ass cakehole of yours and my mitt instinctively goes to my cock. `` Turn around '', I whisper to myself, `` turn around ! '' Almost like you could find out me, you turn and I can see you standing naked before me. You examine yourself in the mirror ; you touch and squeeze your breasts - the mammilla go hard. You run your hands over your body and stretch. Your script ghost your pussy ; it seems to linger there longer than anywhere else. `` Are you ruttish '', I whisper to you. Of course you can not get word me, but instead bring the other hand to your pussy and looseness. I 'm stroking my cock in strain with you rubbing your pussy. Suddenly you stop. You take another retentive boozing and end up it off. You leave the bedroom.

'' Geez, I have a great dead 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 need him to do, and as you think that, your fingerbreadth have found your pussy and your breasts. You feel the wetness between your legs and the callosity of your nipples ; `` I am ONE SEXY WOMAN '', you think to yourself. You finish off your drink ; it went down WAY too easily ! Naked, you walk out of your sleeping accommodation and mix yourself another drink ; a little more rum, a niggling less Pepsi this prison term. Drink in hand, you walk to the bathroom and depart running the water. `` This is going to feel Nice '', you think and you sip on your deglutition. As the piss filling, you examine your tit in the mirror again. You hold them and touch the nipples. They go hard ! `` Guys like that '', you think to yourself with a smirk. You take another long sip from your drink. You can just start to sense the warming affect the rum is having on you. The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your slit - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the doorway when I came in ? '' you think to yourself. `` Would n't desire that neighbour guy that 's always hitting on me to come in waltzing in here '', you smile to yourself. You finish off the drink and go to the door. You lock it and then decant yourself one Sir Thomas More drink for the bath ; a little more of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi, then back to the tub. You test the water and slip in ; it feels soooooooooo in force as the weewee touches and caresses every part of your dead body it touches. drink in hired hand you get in ; the water envelopes you, your breasts float on the water ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the water waste pipe all the every week tension from your body.

What luck, I do n't have to jimmy the lock chamber or anything. She 's forgotten to lock the door ! I slip in. I hear water running and smile. I start looking around the place ; a lot of gracious stuff ! ! I start picking out the small most expensive looking things. `` Hmmm, no phone ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your cellular telephone earpiece lying on the mesa ; `` you wo n't be needing this '', as I add it to my dinero. Suddenly I hear you walking toward the door. I quickly cover. I hear you lock the door and walk back to the bathroom. I hear the water stop ; I wait a few bit then proceed to gather the matter I 've taken. I quickly withdraw them to my motortruck. I come back in and get the TV and stereophonic system ; the removed dip to the story ! !

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 family - he would possess 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 fingers can fix that. You spread your branch and run your hands over your bosom and down further to your slit. You play with the outer mouth and then the inner lips. You take a sip of rum and then slip a fingerbreadth inside yourself. Slowly you move the digit in and out ; the early bridge player comes down and softly massages your clit. Oblivious to anything that going on in your sign of the zodiac, the rum, the water system and your fingers have whisked you away to a place where you can savour 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 take 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 up the room access. I find your bedroom ; your clothes are still on the base. I pick them up ; you smell as ripe as you look. I see the inkiness bra that hide those brilliant chest from me and kick it across the elbow room. That 's when I see you `` panties ''. There is nothing much there ! I pick them up ; they are still wet. I taste them ; mmmmmm. I KNOW I 've made the right decisiveness. I look around the elbow room. I find your lingerie drawer. I pull out a few dyad of silk stocking ; I also find some pretty pink panties, `` I 'll need these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my affectionateness beating firmly, I just have to wait. I stand behind the room access. I can see down the hallway. I hear dull sound coming from the privy. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the wickedness, my handwriting clenching your lingerie, my acquired immune deficiency syndrome to facilitate me take something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The combination of rum and cumming has made you lighter headed. You quickly lap and rinse off. The smell of your sex permeates the bathroom. 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 lav. It is VERY soft and sultry ; it makes you feel even sexy. You think about calling up your b/f and having him come over. You fingers have only added to the lustfulness you 're feeling. You go to find your cellular telephone phone. You look everywhere, but the headphone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his loss !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the anteroom ; with the visible light out in the elbow room I can see you through the crack in the door. You enter the room.

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

I grab you and promote you toward the bed. You fall face first onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly bandage your wrist joint behind your backbone. I take another of your pitch-dark rayon stocking and wrap and tie it around your eyes ! You go to scream ; I tie another nylon around your backtalk. You struggle as I carefully get off you and pick you up. You try to quetch, but I dodge your foot and then I put you on the bed. With your peg flailing, I get on top of you to cease 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 shaft ejaculate from ”, you think as I man handle you on the bed. You feel one leg being tie and pulled away from your consistency ! Then the other leg is pulled away from your body at an almost 90 arcdegree angle."This asshole is tying me down ; I have to get away !"You struggle with what strength you have left to shake off me off you.

I just finish up tying your former 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 catch my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not move very much. You thrash about as best you can ; not bequeath to accept the office you have found yourself into. And to bring in issue worse, contrary to what your judgement is thinking, your slit is telling another fib ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and look at my award ( 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."Yes, continue struggling my beauty !"

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

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! Nice ! !"

"dogshit ”, 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 make love you cock ; you're mind says this can not happen, but the rest of you needs it to happen.

I've caught my breathing spell. 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 wriggle me away. You are strong, but I have the advantage. You quickly tier. I take your right hand and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to move to the other English of the bed to get the former arm.

He's been to unassailable for you - even in that brief moment of freedom, he was capable to manipulate you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your flop arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My last chance ”, you think and turn to try and undo the nylon around your rightfield wrist.

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

You groan as I take your left over arm. You last opportunity 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 waist. After tying your finish appendage and now have you spread double birdie before me, I stand up to admire you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined. You skin feeling so soft, your stage so dainty ! I look at your shaved kitty and see just a tiny drop cloth of your wetness. I take the knife and cut the nightee at the bottom. I then take it in my two paw and slowly tear it up your body, over your breast and to the neck opening. With a jerked meat, I tear it there and fox the stuff to the side. You tit are now exposed ! !

You hear the tearing and feel the jolt. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your heading back and Forth in a rickety act of defiance. Suddenly he starts to touch you ; everywhere but just lightly at low - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingers running gently over your tegument. You feel the gentle gentle wind of your open windowpane on your bare skin ! Your nipples are heavily from his tactual sensation, but now are made even harder with the snap ! Your legs are tingly, as are your arms ! He continues to lightly bear upon you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your exposed desolation starts to glow. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to assume 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 late now ! Your torso is giving away the fact you want this to happen, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to kiss and touch and experience your body !

I pause to call for a drink of your boozing."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 binding that hold your coat of arms. I offer you a drink too.

You drink it down, a big draught, wanting more, but not rum ! ! He has you lie back as he continues to kiss you - your hands are pinned behind you - your breasts heaving, your teat extremely hard from all the care he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your body - he kisses your powerful 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 joint, I see your desire, your neediness, for him is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the open windowpane !

His back talk, his tongue, brush over your outer lips - you rise to get together his lips, but it is too late - he has continued to kiss up over your genus Venus knoll and higher. You can experience his mitt following behind his kiss though - It is on your left inner thigh just in 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 stage even extensive than they already are- his handwriting is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to meet his hand trying to see to it you will get some reliever from the desire.

"Not this meter ”, I think to myself as my handwriting just brushes over your erotic love blot, my finger just graze your `` mouth '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

His hand starts sliding down around your right inner second joint, down to your human knee and back up but now he has forced your legs further apart. Quickly, you feel yourself pulled down the bed a bit and your knee are up in the air !

His handwriting is now kneading the back of your second joint on their way to your rump. In the mean time, after kissing your nipples and titty and neck and arms and chin and mouth and impertinence and cervix and breasts and nipples, he is now kissing your soft belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is hottest, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this sexual act, he himself has become defenseless and for the first sentence you can feel his tegument against yours - his chest rubs against your heavily pap his nipples touch yours ! You feel his breath - it 's hot, but cool on your facing pages, exposed wetness ! As his breath gets faithful and you can almost sense his natural language and lips on your totally exposed woman, you suddenly finger just how frantic he is ! A drop-off of `` him '' lands on your cheek and a short-change time later another realm on your lower lip just as his tongue touches your womanly tabu lips !

I have straddled you, my stopcock just inches from your sassing. My sleeve have moved between your legs pushing apart your thighs even more. Both workforce are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass cheeks ; one in each hand.

His strong bridge player, which where kneading your bum, now move to take out those extinct rim unresolved - as his tongue pinch your privileged lips, his `` head '' touches your partially unresolved mouth. His tongue goes mysterious as his `` promontory '' slips between your opening back talk. He continues going deeper both with his tongue and now his fingers are probing too, but also his manhood is slipping deeper into your mouth - 2 then 4 then 6 digit 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 tongue pinch `` her '' and then my mouth envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her sheath even farther and as she is drawn out, my tongue is making ever so tenuous contact 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 finger's breadth are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` inflammation ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my peter is pistoning in and out of your oral fissure and hitting the top of your pharynx - he is still not in all the way and the intellection of him sliding down your throat adds to your desire. You do n't want it to stop over because it feels toooooo in effect what my tongue and fingers are doing between your legs ! The combination of my tongue flicking your clit and my lips sucking on her and `` me '' going in and out of your oral cavity, are too much for you ! You quiver and then go stiff as you cum all over my finger ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my knife over her. My fingers too have slowed their incessant ramming inside of you. I pull my rooster out of your mouth and give you a chance to catch your breathing time. With your eyes closed and travail on your forehead, you lie there spread-eagle. I get up and depend down on you - your breast still heaving your legs still spread all-encompassing 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 legs and slam my well hard cock into your assailable wetness - he slides in all the way as your heart open in surprisal ! ! II cut the nylon holding your legs apart. I pull your legs apart even more and enter you to the hilt - my hands grab your waist and I drive him deeper into you. Now my pubic bone IS rubbing against her - she has not had fourth dimension to hide. My pelvis gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had prison term to reclaim from just cumming. You feel the `` hullabaloo '' building again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not make to cum yet .