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

She was a gorgeous fair sex, with flowing, chestnut-colored tomentum and a slim figure that boasted a stunning set of breasts, round and perky, though not very enceinte, 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 farseeing time. He watched her through her window whenever she undressed. She never closed the blinds or drew the shades while she changed. Even when she wanted some alone sentence, 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. `` rent a feel at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and learn and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her au naturel, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to townspeople on herself with a dildo, he stroked his rooster in prison term with her campaign, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy musical composition of rubber or a vibrating piece of music 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 unfreeze mitt, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he permit 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 metre was spent in preparation for tonight.

He took a drag of his fag as he watched her through the window. She was getting set up to go out, but she was n't expecting to make for anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or Patrick Victor Martindale White crop top and a short-shorts. That getup meant she was wanting to show off her ass and bosom, 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 miniskirt doll over dyad of black leggings. This was the type 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 good indicator. This was a `` going out with friend '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her pocketbook on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were pane in the length, 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 spot as he stayed in the phantasma. He ran around to the slope of the theater and used a Ka-bar tongue to lever open a window so he could fawn inside.

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

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her W.C. in the bedroom when he heard the breast door candid. It closed behind her with a click, and then the strait of her latching the bolt. No friendly yakety-yak, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a icebox being opened, followed by the tinkling of spyglass, 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 trash and the auditory sensation of her pace coming steadily down the mansion. 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 elbow room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside board long enough to hold herself well-heeled on the bed and displume out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might receive 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 rid hand, and he knew what was future. 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 porno, because despite her touching herself she never took her eye off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her peg together. A soft moan escaped her sassing and she started getting more aggressive with her touches. She pulled out one boob and started squeezing while her former hand dropped the iPad to her slope 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 haphazardness. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the stack caused his anticipation to rise.

Soon, she gave a final jerking and, like she always did, squeezed her chest 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 in force job.

Her riot died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her doll. She looked at it for a moment and, realizing it was covered in her cleaning woman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine-coloured glass. She placed the 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 name sure she had fallen asleep, and her unfluctuating breathing was ratification of that. Slowly, he opened the cupboard room access 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 take in a phone 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 permutation and flicked it off ; not a speech sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the tongue from his belt case and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze in his tracks, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were bed covering apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her second joint. He felt a wet berth right where her slit was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick slice with the knife, cutting a farsighted slit into the fabric and exposing a pair of grim step-in, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her whole trunk shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, pa, '' she moaned in her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for several farsighted seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to turn over away from him ! She was n't fast enough ; he grabbed her by the shoulder 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 seat. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild biff 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 blood welled around the cut. He placed his mitt on her boldness 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 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. septet and eight are your wrist. '' He pointed the knife at each radiocarpal joint, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the can of her shirt. She let out a plaint of panic as he traced the tip around her belly button.

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

She nodded as tears streamed down her typeface. 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 cargo pants. `` 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 give this a ten. If you 're beneficial and you do as I say, we wo n't even throw to go to two. ``

The roofy he extracted was a handcuff knot with two little strands that each ended in eyelet. He slipped the handcuff around her carpus and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her handwriting 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 cheek down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely incapacitated now, entirely at his clemency. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to barricade him. He liked that idea.

'' first gear, '' he said, `` I need to acknowledge that I 've made a petite mistake 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 strip down you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the macrocosm. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the cold blade of the tongue against her flesh 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 textile to hang away. She could palpate the tip of the steel, cold and unappeasable, equal her skin as he cut away her leg covering. In a rather abuse twist, the knife 's touch on her skin sent tingling sensations through her dead body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not incite for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leg covering were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue lace panties. His breathing grew lowering as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn her nous far enough to see what was happening. She did listen a pocket-size series of crack cocaine, 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 aught, but she soon felt his hand grasp her buttock and give a thoroughly wring. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both awe and rousing, 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 fall guy that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking injury ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Lapplander touch, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every meter his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a check. It was like watching someone stir a collection plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to larrup her, he noticed the red First Baron Marks of Broughton he was leaving were in the exact form of his script. She would carry this mark for at to the lowest degree a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you cognise why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the former butt cheek. When the only reaction 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 centered near her pussy, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this sentence throwing in a little animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussy, 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 prominent grin crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her grimace and knelt down to look into her center. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her back talk were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole eubstance was shaking.

'' Answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her head. `` faulty solvent, '' he said, and laid a helping hand across her cheek.

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

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 back end and laid down another smack. This time, she was quite song in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her organic structure around but being especially mindful to deposit out her ass, making it a larger target. `` Do n't ! contain it ! ``

Another stinging smacking !

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

SMACK !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her back. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panty and gave a immediate motion-picture show ; the elastic waistcloth 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 leging. The entirely matter that remained were her purpleness 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 time he did n't pull his paw away. His hand came to rest on her et pussy, splashing her fair sex juice onto her wooden leg and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

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

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

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

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another flavor on her pussy. A jerk of pleasure pellet through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the welt 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 backwards wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in cryptical delight. While the fingerbreadth on the one deal were still inside her, his former hand laid down a few more thunder on her ass ; she felt herself fasten up on his digit, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` semen here '' motion.

'' No, turn back, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's ill-timed ! 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 fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back rampart 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 pussy with nada but his finger. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! block up ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His finger's breadth massaged the spongy constituent at the straw man of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, block off it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his prick 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.

'' supposition where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks broad and spat on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to pressure the toy inside her.

'' Oh piece of tail ! nookie ! '' she screamed out flashy as her arsehole stretched to hire the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his finger's breadth were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her button, massaging it every sentence he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her tight pussy and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' fucking ... fucking fuck fuck have sex fuck ! Fuck me ! '' Her soundbox tense up and the low sexual climax came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! screw ! AHHHH ! ``

In instant, she had her second, third base, fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the prison term the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in quiet. Her centre rolled into the spine of her head and she shook steadily as wave after Wave of orgasms consumed her whole body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the audio of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his finger's breadth from her pussy, which was so tight at this degree that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to bombilate inside her ass, and he knew that now was the time.

He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her pussy, and beat back himself into her.

Her cunt was so miserly around his shaft, massaging all incline of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a unit new 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 stop him ; she could barely move her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock motion within her, rubbing up against the ace sensitive front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his stopcock, which stretched her pissed pussy out and pushed up on the back of her cunt, near her cervix.

She could separate when he was about to cum because he started to throb and propel faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky tinder eject from the tip of his stopcock and arrive to rest deep inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his bloomers 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 cunt and rubbed it around, massaging his mettle into the skin of her cunt before giving her clit one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to look to ten. '' He took the knife and cut the roach 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 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 exhaust to go shower off. She closed her eye to captivate her breath, and was out before she could count to ten .