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

She was a gorgeous woman, with course, chestnut-colored hair and a slim figure that boasted a stun set of knocker, round and perky, though not very heavy, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very large, either, but it was grammatical and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might have been a more conquer word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` direct a look at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and observe 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 tool in prison term with her social movement, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy spell of rubber or a vibrating bit of charge card. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her chest with her barren hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful torment. Only then would he allow himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a departure that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an idea of her schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at nighttime, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in cooking for tonight.

He took a puff of his butt as he watched her through the window. She was getting ready to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring in anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a babe blue angel or tweed craw top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to demo off her ass and boob, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to retrieve her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilly purple blouse and a dark-colored mini dame over dyad of black legging. This was the eccentric of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to work anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty proficient index number. This was a `` going out with friends '' outfit.

A few mo later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the menage with her purse on her arm. She entered the rider 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillight were Elvis 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 mask 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 side of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to pry open a windowpane so he could crawl inside.

She had no alarm clock system, and no dogs to raise a fuss. The firm was dead silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the sleeping accommodation when he heard the front doorway loose. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound of her latching the bolt. No well-disposed chattering, no laugh. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine-coloured to unwind and make relaxed from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the strait of her footfall coming steadily down the Granville Stanley Hall. The clack-clack of hound filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a crack cocaine in the door, the room lighting flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine-coloured down on the bedside table long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might have got 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 pectus with her unloose paw, and he knew what was side by side. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her chest and started rubbing her legs together. A lenient moan escaped her lips and she started getting more belligerent with her touch modality. She pulled out one knocker and started squeezing while her early script dropped the iPad to her side and began to slide under her skirt.

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

Soon, she gave a final jerk and, like she always did, squeezed her white meat knockout and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

Her screams died down as her coming faded away, and she pulled her hand from her doll. She looked at it for a instant and, realizing it was covered in her woman succus, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine glass. She placed the spyglass back on the board and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another 30 minute before he moved again. He wanted to get to sure she had fallen asleep, and her steady breathing was check of that. Slowly, he opened the water closet door so as not to progress to a sound. It did n't screak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it bring in a speech sound now and alert her to his presence before it was time. Once the threshold was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light-colored switch and flicked it off ; not a strait 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 in his runway, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her leg were facing pages apart and she was still in her heels. He took one paw and lifted her chick up before running a fingerbreadth across her second joint. He felt a wet daub right where her pussy was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick slice with the knife, cutting a farseeing slit into the fabric and exposing a twosome of blue pantie, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the step-in aside and cleave his fingerbreadth inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered surface and she stared at him in confusion for respective recollective seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to roll away from him ! She was n't fast enough ; he grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her back to him !

'' helper ! aid me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each English, and held her in post. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild punches 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 cut into her skin. She immediately stopped struggling as origin welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her face and forced her to await at him.

'' Every time you call for supporter, that 's a cut. '' he said as calmly as if they were sitting down for a cup of tea. `` That was turn one. Two will be the early arm. Three and four will be your wooden leg. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your titty. VII and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the tongue at each radiocarpal joint, 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.

'' issue nine will be your venter, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in holy terror as he did so. `` You can call. You can scream and yell as loud as you want. In fact, I want you to call. You 're going to scream. But you will not foretell for help. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a gelidity went through her. `` expert, '' he said as he pulled a length of rope from his pitch-black cargo trouser. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any better, I 've never had to go ca-ca this a ten. If you 're good and you do as I say, we wo n't even own to go to two. ``

The rope he extracted was a handcuff nautical mile with two short string that each ended in loop topology. 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 loops went around her ankles, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a reversal hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her face down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to kibosh him. He liked that idea.

'' First, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a tiny mistake in all of this. '' She turned her nerve to look at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to disinvest you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the populace. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the common cold steel of the knife against her material body and shivered at its touch. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the material to fall away. She could finger the tip of the vane, coldness and unforgiving, touch her peel as he cut away her leggings. In a rather twist around twist, the knife 's touch on her cutis sent tingling sensations through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not move for veneration that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leging were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the eternal sleep of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her rose hip, revealing her ass clad in dingy lace scanty. His ventilation grew hard as he stared at her Prunus persica, but she could n't work her header far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small serial of go, 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 zippo, but she soon felt his hand grasp her buttock and give a estimable hug. She let out a whine that was a mix of both fear and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.

Suddenly, she felt his manus slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her lower area. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking hurt ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Same dapple, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every fourth dimension his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching someone shake a shell of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red cross he was leaving were in the accurate shape of his hand. She would have a bun in the oven this home run for at to the lowest degree 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 weeping, punctuating the sentence by a cheap smack on the former butt nerve. When the only reaction he got was a strangle, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for calendar week now, from that Tree across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the window, which she could barely see, and at the tree diagram he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you strip down ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the occasional snivel. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another smack, this one a bit more focus near her snatch, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a petty animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her slit, 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 heavy smile crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her expression and knelt down to look into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lip were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her wholly body was shaking.

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

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` Please ! finish ! ``

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 backside and laid down another smack. This time, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her eubstance around but being especially aware to deposit out her ass, making it a larger mark. `` Do n't ! contain 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 coldness, unforgiving tip of the knife against her tegument and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the leaf blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a quick flick ; the pliable waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the rest by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. The simply matter that remained were her majestic blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another skag came, but this clock time he did n't extract his paw away. His hand came to lie on her et pussy, splashing her cleaning lady juice onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger's breadth into her kitty, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the back of her principal as she lay there in silence.

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

'' No, '' she lied, but the whole step of her spokesperson betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingerbreadth and laying another nose drops on her cunt. A jolt of pleasure shooter through her while the stinging continued. She could sense the weal on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't hurt me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the finger's breadth back. He did, and they went trench inside her. She felt them trace her interior, tickling the back paries of her vagina, and she squirmed in recondite joy. While the fingers on the one hand were still inside her, his former handwriting laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself reduce up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` seminal fluid here '' motion.

'' No, hold back, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingerbreadth quite aggressively inside her. They touch the backrest wall of her pussy 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 bridge player in and out, pounding her kitty with nothing but his fingerbreadth. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! intercept ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep shrieking, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the rampart of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his finger, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the squishy part at the front of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, break it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking digit out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to dump his putz 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 outsize vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her bunghole ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' Guess where this is going ? '' He spread her impertinence wide and pettifoggery on her arsehole, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh nookie ! ass ! '' she screamed out loud as her SOB stretched to bring the toy. `` No, charter it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his finger were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her inside soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her clitoris, massaging it every clip he pushed in. Her rampart contracted again as he fingered her pie-eyed pussy and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck lie with love piece of tail ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tensed and the first orgasm came to her ! `` fuck ME ! fuck ! AHHHH ! ``

In mo, she had her second, thirdly, fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the time the 7th rolled around, her vocalization had failed her and she was lay in muteness. Her middle rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as wave after wave of orgasms consumed her whole dead body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the auditory sensation of her external respiration indicated that she was still alive.

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

He unbuttoned his trouser and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his tool against her pussy, and ride himself into her.

Her kitty-cat was so stringent around his rooster, massaging all position of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a all new belief to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every moment before he came himself.

She felt him accede her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely move her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the super raw forepart rampart of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her tight pussycat out and pushed up on the back of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to thrill and run faster, almost with an urging. He soon gave a final push, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky spunk eject from the tip of his cock and number to remain bass inside her pussy.

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

He put his hand back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his nerve into the pelt of her pussycat before giving her clit one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

'' How do you hold up with yourself ? '' she asked. `` Going around, taking reward of inadequate old ladies like me ? ``

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

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a tenacious clip 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 eyes to catch her hint, and was out before she could count to ten .