He had been watching her for weeks. He was n't sure how many, though ; he had stopped counting after calendar week seven. How long did n't matter, though. What did matter was that he had decided that tonight was going to be the night.

She was a gorgeous woman, with aerodynamic, chestnut-colored hair and a slim figure that boasted a stunning set of breasts, round of golf and perky, though not very big, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very large, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might birth been a more conquer word.

'' Hey, infant, '' she seemed to say. `` Take a look at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and watch out and jack 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 rooster in time with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy disk part of safety or a vibrating piece of plastic. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breasts with her spare hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful torment. Only then would he countenance himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a outlet that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an approximation of her docket. Where she was during the day, what she did at night, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in provision for tonight.

He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting set up to go out, but she was n't expecting to get anyone home base. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or Patrick White crop top and a short-shorts. That turnout meant she was wanting to evince off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the individual she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a ruffled purple blouse and a dusky-coloured miniskirt skirt over pair of smuggled legging. This was the case of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to land anybody nursing home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty serious indicator. This was a `` going out with friend '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her pocketbook on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were dots in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree branch and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was sure of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade party and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the shadows. He ran around to the position of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no warning device system, and no wienerwurst to raise a fuss. The house was dead silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the chamber when he heard the front threshold receptive. It closed behind her with a click, and then the audio of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a audio that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of glass, and he imagined her pouring a chalk of vino to relax and decompress from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquidity being poured into the looking glass and the sound of her footfall coming steadily down the Hall. The clack-clack of heel filled his capitulum, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a cranny in the door, the way light flipped on and she appeared future to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to make herself prosperous on the bed and draw out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a piece and he assumed she might have been reading a book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her thorax with her free hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was cleared that she was reading some type of pornography, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyeball off the iPad. She began massaging her tit and started rubbing her wooden leg together. A soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more belligerent with her touch modality. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other hired hand dropped the iPad to her English and began to skid under her skirt.

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

Soon, she gave a last jerking and, like she always did, squeezed her bosom heavy and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather tacky. He liked that. He liked it when they were loudly. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

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

It was another thirty minutes before he moved again. He wanted to make sure she had fallen asleep, and her steadfast breathing was check of that. Slowly, he opened the water closet door so as not to make a sound. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his lot that it make a sound now and alert her to his presence before it was time. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the lite switch and flicked it off ; not a sound from her. Now, he could act.

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

He pulled on the framework and gave a quick slice with the knife, cutting a long pussy into the stuff and exposing a pair of blue angel panty, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and get his digit inside her, to which her altogether body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, pa, '' she moaned in her eternal rest. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for respective long seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to twine 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 side, and held her in place. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild clout at him, but most 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-scale cut into her cutis. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her cheek and forced her to look at him.

'' Every sentence 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 white meat in crook just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your tit. seven and eight are your radiocarpal joint. '' 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 abdomen, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own pharynx. She looked on in terror as he did so. `` You can squall. You can scream and yell as tacky as you want. In fact, I want you to squall. You 're going to scream. But you will not anticipate for assistant. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her fount. He smiled at her, and a thrill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a length of forget me drug from his black load drawers. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. rafts of times. And if it makes you feel any better, I 've never had to go urinate this a ten. If you 're dependable and you do as I say, we wo n't even consume to go to two. ``

The R-2 he extracted was a handcuff knot with two shortsighted string that each ended in loops. He slipped the cuffs around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her hands were between her knees while the cringle went around her ankles, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a reverse 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 incapacitated now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. He liked that idea.

'' low, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a tiny fault in all of this. '' She turned her aspect to seem at him, mildly puzzled.

'' What mistake is that ? '' She asked through tears.

'' Oh, I forgot to peel you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious matter in the world. He took his tongue and placed the vane inside the cut he made earlier. She felt the inhuman steel of the knife against her flesh and shivered at its touch. He then moved the tongue rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the material to flow away. She could feel the tip of the blade, cold and unforgiving, affect her skin as he cut away her legging. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's touch on her skin sent tingling sense through her soundbox. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not actuate for fear 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 pelvis, revealing her ass clad in blue lace panties. His breathing grew dense as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn over her headland far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small series of cranny, 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 nothing, but she soon felt his hand grasp her buttock and contribute a soundly squeeze. She let out a whine that was a mix of both fear and foreplay, which was something of a surprisal to her. Then, he pulled his paw away.

Suddenly, she felt his hired hand slap her cheek, leaving a sting mark that she felt all through her lower neighborhood. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking hurt ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Lapp spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hired hand met the tegument of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching individual didder a dental plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the demand shape of his script. She would carry this marking for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you have a go at it why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the conviction by a forte big H on the other butt cheek. When the only response he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for workweek now, from that tree across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the windowpane, which she could barely see, and at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 casual sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another flavour, this one a bit more revolve about near her kitty, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by former men ! '' He spanked her again, this metre throwing in a trivial animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her kitty, 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 large grin crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her aspect and knelt down to look into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her totally trunk was shaking.

'' answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her head. `` Wrong solution, '' he said, and laid a hired hand across her cheek.

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` delight ! hold back ! ``

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 buttocks and laid down another smack. This metre, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her dead body around but being especially mindful to stick out her ass, making it a larger quarry. `` Do n't ! Stop it ! ``

Another stinging smack !

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

SMACK !

'' I wo n't tell anybody you were here, just please let me go ! ``

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her cutis and froze as he dragged it gently down her backbone. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panty and gave a prompt motion picture ; the elastic waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the ease by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The entirely things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't spite me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another big H came, but this time he did n't pull his hand away. His hand came to rest on her et pussy, splashing her woman succus onto her stage and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

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

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

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

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another flavour on her slit. A jolt of joy shot through her while the stinging continued. She could find the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't suffer me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the finger back. He did, and they went bass inside her. She felt them trace her inside, tickling the back paries of her vagina, and she squirmed in trench pleasance. While the fingers on the one hand were still inside her, his other bridge player laid down a few more smacking on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up on his digit, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` seed here '' motion.

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So ill-timed ... '' her articulation trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his finger's breadth quite aggressively inside her. They touch the second wall of her kitty-cat 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 hand in and out, pounding her pussy with nothing but his digit. `` Oh, God, no ! lay off it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her twat faster and harder, moving furiously against the paries of her slit. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the spongy part at the figurehead 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 plunge his cock deep inside her. But there was one More thing he wanted to do. He removed his fingers and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toys and pulled out a slightly oversize vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her asshole ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' Guess where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks broad and spat on her dickhead, lubing it up just enough to impel the toy inside her.

'' Oh roll in the hay ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out loudly as her bastard stretched to submit the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his digit were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like cornmeal mush. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every meter he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her stiff twat and she was soon on the threshold of cumming.

'' fucking ... Fuck fuck have a go at it fuck fuck ! piece of tail me ! '' Her physical structure tensed and the first coming came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! nooky ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her second base, third, fourth, one-fifth, sixth ! By the clock time the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in secrecy. Her centre rolled into the backrest of her heading and she shook steadily as Wave after wafture of sexual climax consumed her whole body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the strait of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her cunt, which was so sloshed at this pointedness that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to bombilate inside her ass, and he knew that now was the time.

He unbuttoned his gasp and dropped them down to his knee, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her pussy, and force back himself into her.

Her pussy was so fast around his cock, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a whole new tactual sensation to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every moment before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely act her own blazonry, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the extremely sensitive nominal head wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his turncock, which stretched her stringent pussy out and pushed up on the backbone of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to throb and move faster, almost with an urging. He soon gave a final thrust, found himself balls late inside her, and she felt his hot, gluey spunk eject from the tip of his shaft and add up to rest deep inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his pants back on. She was breathing heavily, barely witting. `` Fucker, '' she wheezed. `` You came inside me. So a good deal cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her snatch and rubbed it around, massaging his touchwood into the skin of her kitty before giving her button one go `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the abbreviated tease.

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

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

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a long clock 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 center to catch her breath, and was out before she could enumerate to ten .