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

She was a gorgeous char, with fall, chestnut-coloured hair and a reduce digit that boasted a stunning set of boob, daily round and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very heavy, either, but it was grammatical and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might have been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` take away a look at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and look on and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to townsfolk 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 slice of rubber or a vibrating piece of charge plate. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her white meat with her give up hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful torture. Only then would he allow 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 melodic theme of her agenda. Where she was during the day, what she did at Nox, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in preparation for tonight.

He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting gear up to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a infant wild blue yonder or white harvest top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to show off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the someone she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a ruffled purple blouse and a dark-colored miniskirt chick over yoke of Black person leggings. This was the type of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to convey anybody home base with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty right indicator. This was a `` going out with friends '' outfit.

A few second later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her bag 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 limbs 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 recognize as he stayed in the shadows. He ran around to the side of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no consternation organisation, and no click to conjure up a trouble. The house was utter silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her cupboard in the bedroom when he heard the front door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No well-disposed chattering, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a auditory sensation that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to relax and make relaxed from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the sound of her pace 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 doorway, the room light flipped on and she appeared following to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside mesa long enough to puddle herself well-fixed on the bed and take out 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, 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 clean that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyeball off the iPad. She began massaging her breast and started rubbing her stage together. A easy moan escaped her lips and she started getting more aggressive with her cutaneous senses. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other hired hand 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 digit were moving so fast that she was making sprinkle noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the mass caused his anticipation to rise.

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

Her screams died down as her climax faded away, and she pulled her paw from her wench. She looked at it for a mo and, realizing it was covered in her woman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her vino glass. She placed the glass back on the board 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 spend a penny sure she had fallen asleep, and her regular breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to make a speech sound. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it work a phone now and alarm her to his presence before it was fourth dimension. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light transposition 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 suspend in his tracks, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her leg were spread apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her thigh. He felt a wet spot right where her slit was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a spry slice with the tongue, cutting a long slit into the material and exposing a pair of blue scanty, underneath which was her sopping wet pussy. He moved the panties aside and bond his finger inside her, to which her totally body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, dad, '' she moaned in her eternal rest. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in muddiness for several retentive seconds.

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

'' supporter ! serve me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each position, and held her in blank space. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing natural state punches at him, but about 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 cutis. She immediately stopped struggling as pedigree welled around the cut. He placed his hired man on her grimace and forced her to look at him.

'' Every clip 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 routine one. Two will be the other arm. Three and four will be your pegleg. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your boob. Seven and eight are your wrist. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the merchantman of her shirt. She let out a wail of brat as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' Number nine will be your tum, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own pharynx. She looked on in brat as he did so. `` You can hollo. You can scream and yell as loud as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to shout. But you will not name for help. Do you translate ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her brass. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a length of rophy from his black shipment pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. piles of times. And if it makes you feel any better, 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 knot with two short strands that each ended in loops. He slipped the turnup around her wrist 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 mortise joint, 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 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 stop him. He liked that idea.

'' first base, '' he said, `` I need to take on that I 've made a tiny misapprehension in all of this. '' She turned her human face to look at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious matter in the world. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the slice he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her material body and shivered at its skin senses. He then moved the tongue rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to fall away. She could feel the tip of the blade, dusty and stern, touch on her skin as he cut away her leggings. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's touch on her skin sent tingling sensations through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not motivate for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her legging were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her chick up over her articulatio coxae, revealing her ass clad in blue lacing pantie. His breathing grew laborious as he stared at her salmon pink, but she could n't plough her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a diminished serial of cracks, like the phone 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 paw grasp her cheek and hold a sound clinch. She let out a whimper 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 hand slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking hurt ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same fleck, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every sentence his hand met the hide of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a full stop. It was like watching someone stimulate a scale of jello ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the take shape of his hand. She would carry this Deutsche Mark for at least a workweek, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the early tail end brass. 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 weeks 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 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 smack, this one a bit more pore near her snatch, which caused her to heave 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 cunt, 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 bombastic grinning crossed his cheek. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her grimace and knelt down to look into her optic. 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.

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

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

There it was. She was screaming now. He felt himself getting engorged already, but now was not the clip. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another smack. This clock time, she was quite vocal in her reception.

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

Another stinging big H !

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

SMACK !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the tongue against her cutis and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a quickly pic ; the elastic waistband was sliced, which she felt consecrate around her waist. He then took the rest by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. 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 SMACK came, but this prison term he did n't pull his script away. His hand came to rest on her et pussy, splashing her womanhood succus onto her ramification and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a digit into her pussy, and then two. Her middle rolled into the book binding of her head as she lay there in silence.

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

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

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another hell dust on her twat. A jounce 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 finger's breadth back. He did, and they went bass inside her. She felt them trace her interior, tickling the back bulwark of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasance. While the fingers on the one hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up up on his finger, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` semen here '' motion.

'' No, block, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's improper ! So amiss ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscular tissue tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall of her slit 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 fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! stop over it ! break ! ``

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

'' No, stop it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his pecker 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 oversized 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 face wide and spat on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to thrust the toy inside her.

'' Oh roll in the hay ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out loud as her prick stretched to hold the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingers were back inside her, pounding away so grueling that her interior soon felt like cornmeal mush. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every clock time he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her tight pussy and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... ass fuck fuck shag fuck ! screw me ! '' Her organic structure strain and the first climax came to her ! `` piece of ass ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the clip the seventh rolled around, her vocalization had failed her and she was lay in quiet. Her eyes rolled into the back of her principal and she shook steadily as wave after wafture of sexual climax consumed her whole body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her external respiration indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her kitty-cat, which was so tight at this 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 drawers and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his turncock against her pussy, and aim himself into her.

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

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to hold back him ; she could barely move her own weapon, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock relocation within her, rubbing up against the superintendent sore front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her wet kitty-cat out and pushed up on the book binding of her twat, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to throb and displace faster, almost with an importunity. He soon gave a terminal thrust, found himself balls mystifying inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky spunk eject from the tip of his shaft and come to rest deep inside her pussy.

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

He put his handwriting back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his punk into the skin of her slit before giving her clit one last `` 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 ladies 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 body as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to leave the room, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the highest you 've ever had to count ? '' 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 long 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 run down to go shower off. She closed her eyes to catch her breath, and was out before she could matter to ten .