He had been watching her for week. He was n't surely how many, though ; he had stopped counting after week 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 womanhood, with aerodynamic, chestnut-colored hair and a slenderize flesh that boasted a stupefy set of breasts, troll and perky, though not very large, 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 time. He watched her through her window whenever she undressed. She never closed the screen or drew the sunglasses while she changed. Even when she wanted some alone time, she left the shadiness open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might stimulate been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, infant, '' she seemed to say. `` consume a flavour at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and watch 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 cock in time with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of rubber or a vibrating slice 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 free hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful excruciation. Only then would he appropriate himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a release 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 night, where she went when she was out. All of that prison term was spent in readying for tonight.

He took a drag of his butt as he watched her through the window. She was getting make to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone menage. When she was, she would put on either a infant blue angel or white crop top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to show off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to obtain her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purpleness blouse and a dark-colored mini wench over pair of black leggings. This was the case of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to bring anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty secure indicator. This was a `` going out with champion '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car advance and she came out of the house with her purse on her arm. She entered the rider 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillight were Lucy in the sky with diamonds in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limbs and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was sure of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade and ran across the street. He wore all inkiness, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the darkness. He ran around to the face of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a windowpane so he could fawn inside.

She had no alarm system, and no dogs to raise a fuss. The planetary house was dead silent. And it would stay that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her wardrobe in the bedchamber when he heard the front doorway open. It closed behind her with a detent, and then the speech sound of her latching the deadbolt. No favorable yack, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of ice, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to relax and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the audio of her footstep coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of heels filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a crack in the threshold, the room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the vino down on the bedside table long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and pull up out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might have been reading a book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine-colored, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her free script, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear up that she was reading some eccentric of porn, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her white meat and started rubbing her legs together. A soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more aggressive with her skin senses. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her former hand dropped the iPad to her side and began to slide under her skirt.

He heard her kitty squelcher as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her fingers were moving so fast that she was making squish noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the vision caused his anticipation to rise.

Soon, she gave a last jerk and, like she always did, squeezed her breast hard 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 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 woman juice, licked it off every fingerbreadth before finishing her wine glassful. She placed the Methedrine back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty proceedings before he moved again. He wanted to piss indisputable she had fallen asleep, and her becalm breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to make a sound. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it ca-ca a strait now and alert her to his presence before it was time. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light shift 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 out in his racetrack, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her wooden leg were bed covering apart and she was still in her heels. He took one mitt and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her thigh. He felt a wet slur right where her pussy was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the textile and gave a promptly fade with the tongue, cutting a long pussy into the material and exposing a pair of Amytal panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and stuck his fingerbreadth inside her, to which her wholly body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for several long seconds.

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

'' Help ! assist me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each position, and held her in stead. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild poke at him, but to the highest degree 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 pelt. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her face and forced her to look at him.

'' Every time 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 bit one. Two will be the other arm. Three and four will be your legs. ``

He took the tongue and pointed at each of her bosom in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. septenary and eight are your wrist. '' He pointed the tongue at each wrist joint, and then brought it back around and used the tip to overturn up the merchant ship of her shirt. She let out a wail of panic as he traced the tip around her belly button.

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

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

The rope he extracted was a handcuff mile with two curt filament that each ended in loops. He slipped the cuffs around her radiocarpal joint and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her custody were between her knees while the loops went around her ankle, 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 expression down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely lost now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to barricade him. He liked that idea.

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

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

'' Oh, I forgot to divest you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious affair in the world. He took his knife and placed the steel inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the frigid 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 textile to fall away. She could feel the tip of the blade, cold and unforgiving, touch her skin as he cut away her leggings. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's touch on her hide sent tingling sensation through her dead body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the bottom of her leg, but dared not move for fright that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leg covering were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the respite of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue lace pantie. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her peach, but she could n't reverse her point far enough to see what was happening. She did get a line a lowly serial publication of cracks, 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 cheek and give a good wring. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both fear and foreplay, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.

Suddenly, she felt his bridge player slap her cheek, leaving a prick home run that she felt all through her depleted neighborhood. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking detriment ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a layover. It was like watching someone escape from a home base of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to paddle her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the exact shape of his hand. She would carry this mark for at to the lowest degree a workweek, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through crying, punctuating the conviction by a loud hell dust on the other butt cheek. When the just response he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks now, from that tree diagram 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 occasional sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another savour, this one a bit more revolve around near her puss, 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 little animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussy, and she let out an unvoluntary squeal of pleasure.

He noticed. He stopped momentarily, confused by what he had just heard. Then, as it dawned on him, a with child grin crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to look into her oculus. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her sass were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking.

'' solution me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her heading. `` improper solvent, '' he said, and laid a script across her cheek.

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

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 music in her reaction.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to cleave out her ass, making it a larger butt. `` Do n't ! blockade it ! ``

Another stinging savour !

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

SMACK !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the brand under the waist of her panties and gave a speedy flick ; the elastic cincture was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the respite by the helping hand and ripped them away, much like he had the leging. The only things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't smart me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another relish came, but this metre he did n't tear his bridge player away. His hand came to perch on her et pussy, splashing her fair sex juice onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her pussy, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the spinal column of her head as she lay there in silence.

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

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

'' prevaricator, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smack on her pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the welts 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 fingers back. He did, and they went deep inside her. She felt them trace her inside, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasure. While the fingerbreadth on the one manus were still inside her, his other hired hand laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up on his fingerbreadth, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, lay off, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrongly ! So incorrectly ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscle tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his finger's breadth quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall of her twat 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 finger's breadth. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! block up ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! hold screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the paries of her kitty-cat. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the squishy part at the strawman of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, stop it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingerbreadth out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his turncock 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 miniature and pulled out a slightly oversized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her asshole ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' guesswork where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks across-the-board and fuss on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to push the toy inside her.

'' Oh nooky ! screw ! '' she screamed out tacky as her bastard stretched to take the toy. `` No, take on it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingers were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her wall contracted again as he fingered her cockeyed twat and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck love screwing fucking ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tensed and the first base coming came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! fucking ! AHHHH ! ``

In second gear, she had her second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the clip the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the dorsum of her caput and she shook steadily as wave after moving ridge of climax consumed her unhurt torso. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the phone of her external respiration indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her pussycat, which was so sozzled at this full point that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to buzz inside her ass, and he knew that now was the time.

He unbuttoned his pant and dropped them down to his knee, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her slit, and beat back himself into her.

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

She felt him enrol 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 hammer move within her, rubbing up against the tiptop sensitive nominal head wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his hammer, which stretched her cockeyed pussy out and pushed up on the backrest of her kitty-cat, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to pulsate and travel faster, almost with an urging. He soon gave a final thrust, found himself balls inscrutable inside her, and she felt his hot, viscous spunk eject from the tip of his tool and come in to rest mystifying inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his pants 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 drop down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the cutis of her pussy before giving her clitoris one lowest `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

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

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

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a longsighted time before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and keep out it off. She rolled over on her bed, too exhausted to go shower off. She closed her center to hitch her breath, and was out before she could count to ten .