It 's a warm Friday and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS woman come out of a construction. She's wearing a pink blouse and short melanize shirt. She has long hair and red, red rim. I ca n't recite, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks groovy up top. Looking down, no hose, so she 's either wearing pantie, or nothing ! My shaft stirs.

It 's quitting time for you. Just another Friday afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the youngster are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can win over her to prevent them one more night and then you can have the place to yourself ; just you and your b/f ! You get in you car and do n't notice the melanize truck that was driving by but has stopped now. You start up your car, twist on the music and air, and driving domicile oblivious to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and think, hmmm, VERY well dressed, nice car, hmmm, she probably has a few Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, or at least some good poppycock I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too skinny, but close enough to go along you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get home base. You hop out of your car and walk inside. It 's been a long hebdomad ! All you want rightfield now is a drunkenness and a bath ! But first base, you have to take the kids to an over-nighter at grammas. You do n't mark the black hand truck parked just down the street !

I watched as you got out of your car. Nice long legs, but still could tell about the panty - I thought I caught a glimpse of Shirley Temple, but could n't be indisputable. I could wait.

The deglutition and bath would induce to await. It was late. You gathered the kids and get their stuff ready. It was 7 by the time you get them in the car. The Negro truck is gone.

Knowing where you live, I drive away, waiting for the cloak of duskiness. I 've robbed a few property ; yours seems like no difference. But why you I think ? What made me pick you ? I ca n't convey myself to thinking it, but deep down I know !

You dropped the fry off and stayed and visited a bit too long. It 's getting late ; it 's been a loooong week. It 's dark by the time you get home. You drive proper by the disgraceful truck, but pay no placard of it. You go in your sign, kick off your shoe and mix yourself a drinking, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your chamber. `` Bath time '' you think to yourself. You undo the buttons of your garden pink blouse and let it fall off your shoulders. You undo the push button of your skirt and unzip the zipper ; the skirt drops to the floor too. You stand in battlefront of the mirror admiring your body and thinking of the taradiddle that guy has been sending you.

How lucky can a guy be ? You almost saw me when you entered your house and now, standing by your sleeping room windowpane, watching you, I am treated to a strip show like NO other ! ! A gorgeous woman slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy wearing apparel and standing before me in a VERY nice Negro bra straining to hold on those breasts in stoppage and a very tiny, INCREDIBLY sexy fateful thong that hides only the most secret of your buck private parts. My cock is as tough as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your clobber pretty noblewoman '', I think to myself, `` but maybe Thomas More too ! '' With your dorsum to me, you undo your bra and let gloaming to the floor. You then peel your g-string off and bend over to extract it past your knees and drop to the story. I see that beautiful Brown ass muddle of yours and my manus instinctively goes to my putz. `` Turn around '', I whisper to myself, `` turn around ! '' Almost like you could hear me, you turn and I can see you standing naked before me. You examine yourself in the mirror ; you touch and squeeze your breasts - the tit go hard. You run your script over your trunk and stretch. Your hand touches your pussy ; it seems to lallygag there foresightful than anywhere else. `` Are you ruttish '', I whisper to you. Of form you can not hear me, but instead impart the former hand to your snatch and gambling. I 'm stroking my shaft in tune with you rubbing your kitty. Suddenly you stop. You take another long beverage and finish it off. You leave the bedroom.

'' Geez, I have a great body '', you think to yourself as you admire yourself in the mirror. After finally getting out of your clothes, you think about what b/f would do if he were there right now. You know what you 'd WANT him to do, and as you think that, your finger have found your pussy and your breasts. You feel the wetness between your legs and the hardness of your mammilla ; `` I am ONE SEXY WOMAN '', you think to yourself. You finish off your drink ; it went down WAY too prosperous ! Naked, you walk out of your chamber and mix yourself another beverage ; a little more rum, a little less Pepsi this time. drink in deal, you walk to the privy and start running the water. `` This is going to sense Nice '', you think and you sip on your drink. As the water filling, you examine your titty in the mirror again. You hold them and touch the nipples. They go hard ! `` Guys like that '', you think to yourself with a smirk. You take another recollective sip from your swallow. You can just start to feel the warming affect the rum is having on you. The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your pussy - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the doorway when I came in ? '' you think to yourself. `` Would n't need that neighbour guy that 's always hitting on me to come waltzing in here '', you smile to yourself. You finish off the drink and go to the threshold. You lock it and then pour out yourself one Thomas More potable for the bath ; a little More of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi, then back to the tub. You test the H2O and slip in ; it feels soooooooooo good as the piss touches and caresses every contribution of your eubstance it touches. Drink in hand you get in ; the water envelopes you, your breasts float on the piss ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the water drain all the weekly tension from your body.

What luck, I do n't possess to jimmy the lock or anything. She 's forgotten to lock the door ! I slip in. I hear H2O running and grinning. I start looking around the space ; a lot of prissy hooey ! ! I start picking out the small most expensive looking affair. `` Hmmm, no earpiece ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your prison cell sound lying on the table ; `` you wo n't be needing this '', as I add it to my loot. Suddenly I hear you walking toward the door. I quickly hide. I hear you lock the door and take the air back to the lavatory. I hear the water supply layover ; I wait a few minutes then proceed to gather the affair I 've taken. I quickly take them to my hand truck. I come back in and get the TV and stereo ; the remote drops to the floor ! !

You hear a thump ; it startles you a bit. `` Anyone there ? '' Then you realize how silly that was ; the youngster are at grammas, and the b/f is at place - he would have yelled out if he had come over. You dismiss it and go back to the hot tub water system. You 've been wanting sex all day ; knowing that you wo n't be getting any till tomorrow is upset, but your fingers can fix that. You spread your branch and run your hands over your titty and down further to your pussy. You play with the outer lips and then the inner lips. You take a sip of rum and then slip a finger inside yourself. Slowly you move the digit in and out ; the other hand comes down and softly massages your clit. Oblivious to anything that going on in your theatre, the rum, the weewee and your finger's breadth have whisked you away to a blank space where you can savor yourself.

I pick up the remote and promontory outside. I 've taken all the poppycock of yours I want ; I 'm at the crossroad now ! Do I take what I REALLY desire ? I stand there thinking for only a sec ; the gibbousness in my pants decides for me. I re-enter your business firm and lock the room access. I find your sleeping accommodation ; your clothes are still on the floor. I pick them up ; you smell as good as you look. I see the pitch-dark bra that hide those magnificent breasts from me and plain it across the way. That 's when I see you `` panty ''. There is aught much there ! I pick them up ; they are still wet. I taste them ; mmmmmm. I KNOW I 've made the right decision. I look around the room. I find your lingerie drawer. I pull out a few pairs of nylon ; I also find some pretty pink scanty, `` I 'll necessitate these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my ticker beating intemperately, I just have to wait. I stand behind the door. I can see down the hallway. I hear damp sounds coming from the bathroom. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the wickedness, my men clenching your lingerie, my AIDS to aid me take something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The combination of rum and cumming has made you low-cal headed. You quickly wash and rinse off. The smell of your sex permeates the bathroom. The mirror is all steamed up. You get out of the tub and dry off. You slip on the nightee that conveniently hangs on the crotchet in the privy. It is VERY diffused and sensual ; it makes you finger even aphrodisiac. You think about calling up your b/f and having him come over. You finger have only added to the lust you 're feeling. You go to incur your cell phone. You look everywhere, but the phone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his departure !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the hall ; with the lights out in the elbow room I can see you through the pass in the door. You enter the room.

You enter your bedroom."Hmm, the brightness are out ; that's strange ! I thought I had …. ”, as you think this to yourself, you are suddenly grabbed and pushed and shoved toward your bed.

I grab you and push you toward the bed. You fall face kickoff onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly bind your wrists behind your cover. I take another of your smutty nylons and wrap and tie it around your heart ! You go to call ; I tie another nylon around your mouth. You struggle as I carefully get off you and pick you up. You try to kick back, but I dodge your invertebrate foot and then I put you on the bed. With your legs flailing, I get on top of you to end your thrashing around. I take one ankle and tie a hose around it and then around the bedpost.

"What the fuck is going on ; where has this prick seed from ”, you think as I man handle you on the bed. You feel one leg being tie and pulled away from your consistence ! Then the other leg is pulled away from your body at an almost 90 grade angle."This arsehole is tying me down ; I have to get away !"You struggle with what strength you have left to throw me off you.

I just terminate tying your former leg when you push me off you. You try to sit up, but with your subdivision tied behind you, you can not. Quickly realizing this, I stand to take in my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not act very much. You thrash about as near you can ; not willing to accept the situation you have found yourself into. And to make matters bad, contrary to what your judgment is thinking, your puss is telling another story ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and take care at my prize ( almost ). You lie there in your red nightee JUST barely covering what will soon be mine. As you thrash about, the nightee slowly inches higher."Yes, keep struggling my lulu !"

Upon hearing that, you realize what is happening. Not only are you energize, you realize your attacker is excited AND your nightee must be covering very little. You stop immediately, but it's too deep ! !

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! dainty ! !"

"Irish bull ”, you think to yourself,"why do I have to be soooo horny, and at this most inopportune clip !"You can not see, but know that soon, very soon, this thug will know you cock ; you're head says this can not fall out, but the rest of you needs it to happen.

I've caught my breathing spell. Just a bit more, and you'll HAVE to give in to me. I carefully pull you up and cut the nylon binding your wrists. You try and wrestle me away. You are inviolable, but I have the vantage. You quickly tier. I take your right hand and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to move to the former side of the bed to get the former arm.

He's been to strong for you - even in that legal brief present moment of freedom, he was able to control you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your compensate arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My last chance ”, you think and turn to try and untie the nylon around your right wrist.

I smile as I see you trying to free yourself."I LOVE a girl with nerve ”, I say as I smile watching you. Just when I think YOU think you have a chance of getting free, I grab your leave arm.

You groan as I take your allow arm. You survive chance for freedom is gone. You can not struggle anymore, at to the lowest degree not for now ……….. and you're not sure you want to anymore.

The struggling has brought the nightee up to just above your waistline. After tying your last outgrowth and now have you spread eagle before me, I stand up to admire you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined. You skin aspect so flabby, your legs so nice ! I look at your trim pussy and see just a petite drop of your wetness. I take the knife and cut the nightee at the arse. I then take it in my two hands and slowly deplumate it up your body, over your breasts and to the neck. With a saccade, I tear it there and discombobulate the stuff to the side. You breasts are now exposed ! !

You hear the lacrimation and find the jerk. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your drumhead back and Forth River in a feeble act of defiance. Suddenly he starts to touch you ; everywhere but just lightly at kickoff - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingers running gently over your cutis. You feel the gentle breeze of your opened window on your bare tegument ! Your tit are knockout from his touch, but now are made even harder with the snap ! Your legs are tingly, as are your arm ! He continues to lightly touch you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your exposed nakedness starts to glow. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to contract you ; you know this and you know you want him ! He touches and now starts kissing you everywhere - IF you could have resisted, it is too deep now ! Your body is giving away the fact you want this to materialise, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to kiss and touch and feel your body !

I pause to take a drink of your boozing."Should I ? ’, I think to myself. I pull out my knife,"scream and you won't like what happens !"I tell you as I cut the nylon gag and the bindings that hold your arms. I offer you a drink too.

You drink it down, a big gulp, wanting more, but not rum ! ! He has you lie back as he continues to osculate you - your hands are pinned behind you - your white meat heaving, your tit extremely hard from all the attention he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your eubstance - he kisses your right thigh and down your leg - he kisses to your toes and starts his way back up your inner leg.

As I gets to your knee, I see your desire, your want, for him is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the open window !

His mouth, his glossa, brush over your outer lips - you rise to forgather his lips, but it is too late - he has continued to snog up over your genus Venus knoll and higher. You can experience his hand following behind his kisses though - It is on your leave behind inner thigh just in from where his lips where just at ! He has now moved up and is kissing and sucking on your painfully aroused nipples - his hand moves closer ; you try and spread your ramification even wide of the mark than they already are- his hand is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to foregather his hand trying to ensure you will get some succour from the desire.

"Not this time ”, I think to myself as my hand just brushes over your honey spot, my finger just browse your `` sass '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

His hand starts sliding down around your right hand inner second joint, down to your knee joint and stake up but now he has forced your wooden leg further apart. Quickly, you feel yourself pulled down the bed a bit and your knees are up in the air !

His mitt is now kneading the vertebral column of your thigh on their way to your butt end. In the mean time, after kissing your nipples and white meat and neck and arms and chin and brim and impertinence and neck and titty and nipples, he is now kissing your voiced belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is hottest, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this intimate act, he himself has become naked and for the low metre you can feel his skin against yours - his chest snag against your hard nipples his nipples touch yours ! You feel his breath - it 's hot, but cool on your spreading, exposed wetness ! As his breathing place gets airless and you can almost feel his tongue and lips on your totally exposed womanhood, you suddenly finger just how charge up he is ! A drib of `` him '' lands on your impudence and a short-circuit fourth dimension later another lands on your lower lip just as his tongue touch sensation your womanly KO'd lips !

I have straddled you, my hammer just inches from your mouth. My arms have moved between your legs pushing apart your second joint even more. Both hands are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass boldness ; one in each hand.

His strong hands, which where kneading your bum, now move to force those extinct lip open - as his tongue touches your inside lips, his `` head '' trace your partially overt lips. His tongue goes deeper as his `` head '' berth between your opening brim. He continues going deeper both with his tongue and now his digit are probing too, but also his humanity is slipping deeper into your sass - 2 then 4 then 6 finger's breadth are entering you ! `` He '' is almost to your throat - his tongue is coated in your wetness and now he has moved up just a bit and found `` her '' - she was hiding at first, but now has come out from hiding ;

Your clit is red and swollen and begging to be kissed ! My natural language mite `` her '' and then my rim envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her cocktail dress even farther and as she is drawn out, my tongue is making ever so slight liaison with her - it is flicking her and rubbing her just as she would be rubbed by my pubic bone if `` he '' was in you ! My fingers are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` excitement ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my peter is pistoning in and out of your mouthpiece and hitting the top of your throat - he is still not in all the way and the thinking of him sliding down your throat adds to your desire. You do n't require it to terminate because it feels toooooo good what my clapper and fingers are doing between your legs ! The combination of my tongue flicking your clit and my lips sucking on her and `` me '' going in and out of your mouth, are too often for you ! You shudder and then go stiff as you cum all over my fingers ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my tongue over her. My fingers too have slowed their incessant ramming inside of you. I pull my cock out of your oral fissure and give you a chance to catch your intimation. With your eyes closed and exertion on your frontal bone, you lie there rout. I get up and await down on you - your chest still heaving your legs still spread wide and she is glistening in your own wetness and I can still see your clit pulsating ever so slightly. Without warning, I quickly move between your legs and slam my swollen unvoiced tool into your open wetness - he slides in all the way as your eyes open in surprise ! ! II cut the nylon holding your legs apart. I pull your legs apart even more and enter you to the hilt - my hands grab your waistline and I drive him deeper into you. Now my pubic bone IS rubbing against her - she has not had time to enshroud. My pelvic girdle gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had clip to retrieve from just cumming. You feel the `` inflammation '' edifice again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not set to cum yet .