It 's a warm Friday and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS woman come out of a building. She's wearing a pink blouse and myopic black shirt. She has long hair and red, red rim. I ca n't separate, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks smashing up top. Looking down, no hosepipe, so she 's either wearing panties, or nothing ! My cock stirs.

It 's depart time for you. Just another Friday good afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the kid are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can win over her to observe them one more night and then you can have the situation to yourself ; just you and your b/f ! You get in you car and do n't comment the bootleg truck that was driving by but has stopped now. You start up your car, turn on the music and air, and campaign home unmindful to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and think, hmmm, VERY well dressed, nice car, hmmm, she probably has a few bucks, or at to the lowest degree some trade good stuff I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too close, but close enough to go along you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get home. You hop out of your car and walk inside. It 's been a retentive calendar week ! All you want proper now is a drink and a tub ! But first, you have to subscribe the shaver to an over-nighter at grammas. You do n't notice the blacken truck parked just down the street !

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

The drink and bath would possess to wait. It was late. You gathered the kids and get their stuff ready. It was 7 by the metre you get them in the car. The black truck is gone.

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

You dropped the Thomas Kid off and stayed and visited a bit too long. It 's getting late ; it 's been a loooong hebdomad. It 's dark by the sentence you get home. You drive right by the shameful truck, but pay no card of it. You go in your house, kick off your shoes and mix yourself a drunkenness, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your bedroom. `` tub time '' you think to yourself. You undo the buttons of your pink blouse and let it fall off your shoulders. You undo the button of your skirt and unzip the zipper ; the skirt drops to the floor too. You stand in front of the mirror admiring your body and thinking of the stories 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 bedroom window, watching you, I am treated to a comic strip display like NO other ! ! A gorgeous cleaning lady slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy clothes and standing before me in a VERY nice pitch-dark bra straining to keep those bosom in check and a very diminutive, INCREDIBLY sexy black g-string that hides only the most private of your private parts. My hammer is as hard as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your stuff pretty dame '', I think to myself, `` but maybe more too ! '' With your back to me, you undo your bra and let dusk to the storey. You then peel your thong off and twist over to pull it past your knees and drop to the flooring. I see that beautiful John Brown ass golf hole of yours and my hand instinctively goes to my stopcock. `` 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 hug your breasts - the nipple go hard. You run your hands over your physical structure and reach. Your hand soupcon your snatch ; it seems to footle there longer than anywhere else. `` Are you ruttish '', I whisper to you. Of course you can not hear me, but instead bring the former mitt to your pussy and play. I 'm stroking my putz in air with you rubbing your kitty-cat. Suddenly you stop. You take another long drinkable 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 dress, 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 fingers have found your snatch and your breasts. You feel the wetness between your legs and the severeness of your teat ; `` 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 bedroom and mix yourself another drink ; a little more rum, a little less Pepsi this clock time. Drink in hand, you walk to the bathroom and lead off running the water. `` This is going to feel nice '', you think and you sip on your drink. As the water fills, 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 long sip from your drinking. You can just bug out to palpate the warming affect the rum is having on you. The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your pussycat - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the door 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 beverage and go to the doorway. You lock it and then pour yourself one More drink for the bath ; a little more of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi Cola, then back to the tub. You test the piss and slip in ; it feels soooooooooo good as the water touches and caresses every part of your body it touches. Drink in handwriting you get in ; the water envelopes you, your breasts float on the H2O ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the piddle drain all the hebdomadal stress from your body.

What luck, I do n't have to jimmy the lock or anything. She 's forgotten to lock the doorway ! I slip in. I hear pee running and grin. I start looking around the place ; a lot of nice stuff and nonsense ! ! I start picking out the minuscule most expensive looking things. `` Hmmm, no phone ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your mobile phone phone 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 walk back to the can. I hear the H2O stop ; I wait a few mo then proceed to collect the things I 've taken. I quickly take them to my hand truck. I come back in and get the TV and stereo system ; the removed dip to the floor ! !

You hear a thump ; it startles you a bit. `` Anyone there ? '' Then you realize how wacky that was ; the minor are at grama, and the b/f is at home - he would consume yelled out if he had come over. You dismiss it and go back to the hot bath body of water. You 've been wanting sex all day ; knowing that you wo n't be getting any public treasury tomorrow is upsetting, but your fingers can fix that. You spread your leg and run your hands over your breasts and down further to your pussy. You play with the outer lips and then the inner mouth. You take a sip of rum and then slip one's mind a finger inside yourself. Slowly you move the finger's breadth in and out ; the other hand comes down and softly massages your clit. Oblivious to anything that going on in your mansion, the rum, the piss and your digit have whisked you away to a place where you can enjoy yourself.

I pick up the remote and oral sex outside. I 've taken all the material of yours I want ; I 'm at the crossway now ! Do I read what I REALLY want ? I stand there thinking for only a second ; the extrusion in my knickers decides for me. I re-enter your house and lock the door. I find your bedroom ; your clothes are still on the floor. I pick them up ; you smell as expert as you look. I see the black bra that hide those magnificent breasts from me and kick it across the room. That 's when I see you `` panties ''. There is nothing 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 draftsman. I pull out a few pairs of nylons ; I also find some pretty pink panties, `` I 'll need these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my heart beating knockout, I just have to expect. I stand behind the room access. I can see down the hallway. I hear muted sound coming from the bathroom. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the dark, my hands clenching your lingerie, my assistance to help me look at something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The combination of rum and cumming has made you light headed. You quickly wash and rinse off. The smell of your sex permeates the bath. 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 hook in the bathroom. It is VERY soft and carnal ; it makes you finger even sexier. You think about calling up your b/f and having him fare over. You digit have only added to the lecherousness you 're feeling. You go to find your electric cell phone. You look everywhere, but the headphone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his expiration !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the G. Stanley Hall ; with the lights out in the room I can see you through the scissure in the door. You enter the room.

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

I grab you and promote you toward the bed. You fall face start onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly bind your radiocarpal joint behind your rachis. I take another of your pitch blackness nylon stocking and wrap and tie it around your centre ! You go to scream ; I tie another nylon around your mouth. You struggle as I carefully get off you and pick you up. You try to kick, but I dodge your invertebrate foot and then I put you on the bed. With your stage flailing, I get on top of you to block off your thrashing around. I take one ankle joint and tie a hose around it and then around the bedpost.

"What the nookie is going on ; where has this pricking ejaculate from ”, you think as I man handle you on the bed. You feel one leg being tie and pulled away from your body ! Then the other leg is pulled away from your dead body at an almost 90 degree angle."This asshole is tying me down ; I have to get away !"You struggle with what force you have left to fox me off you.

I just finish tying your other leg when you push me off you. You try to sit up, but with your sleeve tied behind you, you can not. Quickly realizing this, I stand to catch my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not propel very much. You thrash about as intimately you can ; not willing to accept the situation you have found yourself into. And to make matters worse, contrary to what your brain is thinking, your kitty-cat is telling another story ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and look 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 peach !"

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

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! Nice ! !"

"diddly-shit ”, you think to yourself,"why do I consume to be soooo horny, and at this most inopportune time !"You can not see, but know that soon, very soon, this toughie will know you cock ; you're forefront says this can not happen, but the rest of you needs it to happen.

I've caught my breathing spell. Just a bit more, and you'll HAVE to knuckle under to me. I carefully pull you up and cut the nylon binding your wrist. You try and wrestle me away. You are unattackable, but I have the advantage. You quickly tier. I take your rectify mitt and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to move to the former English of the bed to get the former arm.

He's been to strong for you - even in that brief second of exemption, he was able-bodied to manipulate you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your the right way arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My live on chance ”, you think and turn to try and untie the nylon around your right wrist.

I smile as I see you trying to disembarrass yourself."I LOVE a missy with tinder ”, I say as I smile watching you. Just when I think YOU think you have a hazard of getting innocent, I grab your lead arm.

You groan as I take your leftfield arm. You last chance for freedom is gone. You can not struggle anymore, at least not for now ……….. and you're not trusted you want to anymore.

The struggling has brought the nightee up to just above your waist. After tying your last appendage and now have you spread eagle before me, I stand up to admire you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined. You skin tone so soft, your pegleg so nice ! I look at your shaved cunt and see just a tiny fall of your wetness. I take the knife and cut the nightee at the bottom. I then take it in my two hands and slowly tear it up your body, over your breasts and to the neck. With a jolt, I tear it there and throw the material to the side. You knocker are now exposed ! !

You hear the lacrimation and experience the jerk. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your head back and Forth River in a feeble act of defiance. Suddenly he starts to extend to you ; everywhere but just lightly at first base - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingers running gently over your tegument. You feel the gentle piece of cake of your open windowpane on your bare skin ! Your nipples are hard from his touch, but now are made even harder with the breeze ! Your wooden leg are tingly, as are your branch ! He continues to lightly touch you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your display openness starts to beam. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to take 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 tardy now ! Your consistence is giving away the fact you want this to happen, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to buss and tinge and sense your physical structure !

I pause to look at a drink of your drink."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 binding 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 kiss you - your hands are pinned behind you - your chest heaving, your nipples extremely hard from all the attention he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your consistency - he kisses your right thigh and down your leg - he kisses to your toes and starts his way back up your intimate leg.

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

His rim, his spit, brush over your outer lips - you rise to fulfil his lips, but it is too of late - he has continued to buss up over your venus mound and gamey. You can feel his hand following behind his buss though - It is on your go out inner thigh just in from where his backtalk 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 legs even across-the-board than they already are- his manus is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to see 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 lovemaking spot, my fingers just graze your `` lips '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

His hand starts sliding down around your right inner thigh, down to your knee and back up but now he has forced your legs further apart. Quickly, you feel yourself pulled down the bed a bit and your stifle are up in the air !

His hand is now kneading the backbone of your thigh on their way to your butt. In the think fourth dimension, after kissing your mamilla and breasts and cervix and blazon and chin and lips and cheeks and cervix and breasts and nipples, he is now kissing your soft belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is raging, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this sexual act, he himself has become defenseless and for the first time you can experience his skin against yours - his chest hitch against your hard nipples his mamilla trace yours ! You feel his intimation - it 's hot, but cool on your spread, exposed wetness ! As his hint gets tight and you can almost feel his tongue and sass on your totally exposed womanhood, you suddenly finger just how stimulate he is ! A drop of `` him '' lands on your cheek and a short prison term later another terra firma on your downcast lip just as his lingua sense of touch your womanly KO'd lip !

I have straddled you, my cock just column inch from your sass. My arms have moved between your leg pushing apart your second joint even more. Both hands are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass cheeks ; one in each hand.

His unattackable hands, which where kneading your bum, now move to pull those outer lips opened - as his glossa mite your internal rim, his `` head teacher '' touches your partially give lips. His tongue goes bass as his `` head '' strip between your opening lips. He continues going deeper both with his tongue and now his fingers are probing too, but also his manhood is slipping deeper into your mouth - 2 then 4 then 6 digit 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 base, but now has come out from hiding ;

Your clit is red and swollen and begging to be kissed ! My tongue tactual sensation `` her '' and then my lip envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her sheath even farther and as she is drawn out, my glossa is making ever so slight contact 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 finger's breadth are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` exhilaration ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my turncock is pistoning in and out of your oral cavity and hitting the top of your throat - he is still not in all the way and the thought of him sliding down your pharynx adds to your desire. You do n't want it to lay off because it feels toooooo estimable what my knife 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 backtalk, are too much for you ! You shudder and then go stiff as you cum all over my finger ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my knife over her. My finger too have slowed their unremitting ramming inside of you. I pull my cock out of your mouth and move over you a opportunity to catch your breath. With your eyes closed and stew on your os frontale, you lie there spread-eagle. I get up and face down on you - your breasts still heaving your ramification still spread all-encompassing 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 leg and slam my swollen hard cock into your open wetness - he slides in all the way as your middle open in surprise ! ! II cut the nylon holding your wooden leg apart. I pull your legs apart even more and enter you to the hilt - my paw grab your waist and I drive him deeper into you. Now my pubic ivory IS rubbing against her - she has not had time to hide. My pelvis gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had time to recover from just cumming. You feel the `` excitement '' construction again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not ready to cum yet .