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

She was a gorgeous woman, with flowing, chestnut-colored whisker and a thin figure that boasted a stunning set of breasts, one shot and perky, though not very with child, 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 shades while she changed. Even when she wanted some alone fourth dimension, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might cause been a more appropriate word.

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

And he did ; whenever he saw her nude, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to Ithiel Town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in time with her social movement, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of rubber or a vibrating piece of plastic. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her tit with her dislodge mitt, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful excruciation. Only then would he admit 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 time was spent in homework for tonight.

He took a retarding force of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting ready to go out, but she was n't expecting to land anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a child blue or white-hot 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 find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilly purple blouse and a dark-colored mini skirt over yoke of blackened leging. This was the case of turnout 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 good indicator. This was a `` going out with friends '' outfit.

A few arcminute later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her pocketbook on her arm. She entered the rider 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were back breaker in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree arm 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 black, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the dark. He ran around to the position of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no alert system of rules, and no blackguard to raise a fuss. The house was bushed silent. And it would stay on that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the bedchamber when he heard the front door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly chattering, no laugh. She was alone.

He heard a phone that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of methamphetamine, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to slow down and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the strait of her footsteps 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 door, the way Light Within flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine-coloured down on the bedside table long enough to make herself prosperous on the bed and pull in 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 dresser with her gratuitous hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was crystallise that she was reading some case of pornography, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her legs together. A soft moan escaped her backtalk and she started getting more fast-growing with her touches. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other manus dropped the iPad to her slope and began to slide under her skirt.

He heard her cunt 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 pile caused his anticipation to rise.

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

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her wench. She looked at it for a moment and, realizing it was covered in her cleaning lady juice, licked it off every finger's breadth before finishing her wine trash. She placed the field glass back on the table 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 pretend sure she had fallen asleep, and her steadily external respiration was substantiation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet threshold so as not to make a sound. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it make a sound now and alarm her to his front before it was time. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light electrical switch and flicked it off ; not a speech 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 in his caterpillar track, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were spread apart and she was still in her blackguard. He took one hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her second joint. He felt a wet spot 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 long prick into the material and exposing a pair of disconsolate panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and stick to his finger inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.

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

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

'' Help ! Help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each side, and held her in stead. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing savage 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 pelt. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his helping hand on her cheek and forced her to bet at him.

'' Every time you call for assistance, that 's a cut. '' he said as calmly as if they were sitting down for a cup of tea. `` That was issue 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 breasts. Seven and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the tongue at each carpus, 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.

'' turn nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in scourge as he did so. `` You can scream. You can shout out and yell as garish as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not call for help. Do you realize ? ``

She nodded as split streamed down her nerve. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a duration of forget me drug from his black lading trouser. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any in effect, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're effective and you do as I say, we wo n't even induce to go to two. ``

The roach he extracted was a handcuff slub with two short strands that each ended in cringle. He slipped the manacle around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her work force were between her knee while the iteration went around her ankles, 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 set for her. She was completely incapacitated now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to hold back him. He liked that idea.

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

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

'' Oh, I forgot to disinvest you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious affair in the reality. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the cold sword of the tongue against her frame and shivered at its ghost. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to fall away. She could sense the tip of the blade, cold and unforgiving, touch her skin as he cut away her leggings. In a rather perverted turn of events, the knife 's touch on her tegument sent tingling sensations through her organic structure. She shuddered as the tip caressed the prat of her leg, but dared not move for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her bird up over her hip, revealing her ass clad in blue lace panties. His breathing grew profound as he stared at her sweetheart, but she could n't turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did get wind a small series of cracks, like the strait you hear when you crack your knuckles.

'' What are you going to do to me ? '' she asked, still somewhat tearful.

He said cipher, but she soon felt his hired man grasp her cheek and return a good clinch. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both veneration and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.

Suddenly, she felt his paw slap her buttock, leaving a stinging fall guy that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking hurt ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Lapplander office, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every clip his helping hand met the hide of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching individual shake a plate of jello ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red scrape he was leaving were in the exact shape of his hand. She would impart this mark for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you roll in the hay why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through bust, punctuating the sentence by a forte savour on the other buns cheek. 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 windowpane, which she could barely see, and at the tree he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you unclothe ... '' 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 rivet near her pussy, which caused her to pant so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by former men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a little animus 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 large 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 eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her sassing were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her totally torso was shaking.

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

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

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

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her trunk around but being especially mindful to stick out her ass, making it a declamatory objective. `` Do n't ! halt it ! ``

Another stinging skag !

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

SMACK !

'' I wo n't order 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 prickle. He buried the blade under the waist of her panties and gave a quick picture ; the elastic waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the residual by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. The only matter that remained were her empurpled blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be honest ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another flavor came, but this clock time he did n't displume his script away. His hired man came to lie on her et puss, splashing her woman juice onto her stage and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her pussycat, and then two. Her center rolled into the back of her head as she lay there in silence.

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

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

'' liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smack on her pussy. A jolt of pleasance shot 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 anguish 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 paries of her vagina, and she squirmed in deeply pleasure. While the fingers on the one hired man were still inside her, his other mitt laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up on his finger's breadth, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her vox 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 rachis paries 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 hand in and out, pounding her snatch with goose egg but his fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! bread and butter screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her twat. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the spongy section at the strawman of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, block it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to dump his cock cryptic inside her. But there was one Thomas More thing he wanted to do. He removed his digit 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 SOB ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

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

'' Oh fuck ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out loud as her whoreson stretched to charter the toy. `` No, ask it out ! Now ! ``

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

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck bang fuck shtup ! Fuck me ! '' Her physical structure tensed and the first climax came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her indorse, third gear, fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the fourth dimension the 7th rolled around, her articulation had failed her and she was lay in secretiveness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as wave after wafture of orgasms consumed her hale trunk. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his finger from her pussy, which was so rigorous at this decimal 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 gasp and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his rooster against her pussy, and push himself into her.

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

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to break off him ; she could barely move her own sleeve, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the super sensitive front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and Forth against his dick, which stretched her tight pussy 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 throb and go faster, almost with an urging. He soon gave a final jab, found himself balls cryptic inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky spunk eject from the tip of his cock and occur to breathe deep inside her pussy.

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

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

'' How do you last with yourself ? '' she asked. `` Going around, taking vantage of poor old peeress 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 affair. Just as he was about to get out the room, she asked him another question.

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

'' One, '' he replied with a smile. `` I 've never had to go past tense 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 exhausted to go exhibitioner off. She closed her center to catch her breathing space, and was out before she could number to ten .