Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her hanker, glazed, blue-black hair and blench skin illuminated by the silver light of the moonshine. It was late. past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her samara.

He took a swig from the nursing bottle of vodka he held in his manus. His handwriting were trembling with expectancy. Excitement. His breath smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of cold butt smoke.

The woman had a cigarette dangling from her full lips, she took one final examination puff, before tossing it onto the slick, wet smoke. A moment later, the doorway swung opened, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh 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 tattered lace and mordant velvet. She was slim down and attractive in her own way. A silver rood-tree was suspended from her suave white neck opening. Her lips were painted a metallic blue to match her nail polish.

He knew her routine. She would fare home base from work late each night. Then subscribe to a hot bathtub before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book of account in hand. It never changed.

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

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

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy lightlessness lacing bra and panties falling to the level at her invertebrate foot, revealing a pair of large, tauten knocker and a smooth-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful bitch, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her plication. Teasing her button. Making her dead body writhe with delight. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his hard pecker inside of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could smell out her. Almost sense of taste her. His cock throbbed in his denim. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient role.

He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. 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 articulatio humeri, its wings outstretched, with beady red eye, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her perforate naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing weewee begin to fill the bathing tub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some odoriferous Bath oil into the water. His tool began to grow unvoiced thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the black electric cord around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his mitt. The sentence was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the former. She let her body sink into the ardent water and closed her eyes. He stood there watching her for a few bit. He was amused. It looked like the ma'am was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her bridge player roam over her body. Caressing her tit and stomach. He began to stroke his peter, while he watched her necessitate both of her brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and clinch gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth and began encircling it with her mouth, while she allowed her free mitt to massage her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to breastfeed and piece on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get literal decent and wet. substantial nice and wet. So that my big knockout pecker will just slide right in.

Keeping her ovolo on her button, she inserted two finger inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, fingers diving in and out of her pussycat. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her finger's breadth, than putting them into her sass so that she could try herself.

He imagined how fantastic it would be to taste her cherubic nectar upon his lips. He watched her for a few more minutes, about to explode himself. Then it was clip. He crept silently into the toilet. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a shame she had to die.

He took a deep breath before pouncing on his unsuspicious prey. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still slick, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green 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 slam dance about, her munition flailing and her legs boot, splashing weewee about every which way. Soaking his Andrew Dickson White jersey and tight fitting blue jean, with holes in the knee.

'' Do n't struggle babe, it 'll be a lot easygoing if you do n't shinny, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his handsome grimace.

She began clawing at him and trying to burn him, desperate to unloosen herself. To pull through her aliveness.

'' pudding head piffling bitch, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the electric cord. The pitiable girl could n't breathe. Her centre widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her large 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 smack her dampness cunt. Smell her fear. He could feel her body shakiness.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no catch for him. He was so much substantial than she. A watercourse of orange red began to trickle from the spot on his hand where she had sunk her dentition. Watching her struggle, made his cock beau. He was in double-dyed control. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few Thomas More kicks, her body shuddered one last time, and she succumbed. Her head teacher fell to the right, and her spit protruded slightly from her mouth. Her hands fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystal earn pee. Her eyes were as large as saucer. And her lips had turned blue. A thin golden stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude limp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a sacking of potato. He was strong, fatheaded and brawny. 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 dead body for a moment, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her lips still swollen and her button still hard from her Recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that little twat of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her puff up lips and brought his mouth to her kitty-cat. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her twat rim. Tongue fucked her hole, and took her clit between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still ardent and wet. He loved the taste of kitty. He could taste a hint of urine, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her slack water sass and rubbed the head of it against her subdued unresisting sass, against her pearly teeth then between her lips until he was fully penetrating her pharynx.

Unable to hire any more stimulus he came up from between her legs. He wanted to be in her. To make beloved to her. He rested each of her legs atop her shoulder. And slid his hard cock inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her snatch, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more than determination. With to a greater extent passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her kitty-cat.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and cold blue sky lips, while he continued to move in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot current of his semen.

He lay there for a longsighted import to catch his breath, to recover from his intense sexual climax. Finally, silently, he pulled his dungaree back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a second, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the honest piece of tail baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a second he looked out into the night, pinna and center straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, frigidness and all alone. Helpless, spread eagle on the bed.

His insatiable appetite and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .