Hiding in the fantasm he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black whisker and pale skin illuminated by the silver igniter of the lunar month. It was late. yesteryear midnight. He watched her hit her way up the stairs, and flub for her samara.

He took a swig from the nursing bottle of vodka he held in his work force. His mitt were trembling with anticipation. Excitement. His breath smelled of intoxicant and his wearing apparel smelled of stale cigarette bullet.

The woman had a coffin nail dangling from her broad sass, she took one final drag, before tossing it onto the slipperiness, wet grass. A moment later, the door swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way upstair towards the bedchamber, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tattered lace and inglorious velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A silver rood-tree was suspended from her smooth white neck opening. Her lips were painted a metal blue to agree her nail down polish up.

He knew her routine. She would come home from work late each Nox. Then fill a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in deal. It never changed.

She had no friend that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The headphone hardly ever border, and when it did, it was usually a legal injury telephone number or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A funeral director. side of meat by English with cold, lifeless corpse. He guessed they would n't lack her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her unconvincing Negroid lace bra and panties falling to the story at her fundament, revealing a distich of great, firm bosom and a well-shaven snatch. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his centre and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her crease. Teasing her button. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her semen over and over again, before sliding his hard cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her bunghole. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the windowpane ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink ignominious tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a wanderer web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the lav. Listened to the haste piss begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some cd and sprinkled some scented tub oil into the water. His cock began to maturate hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the Joseph Black electrical cord around her slender cervix. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the corduroy taut in his mitt. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her organic structure lapse into the warm water and closed her heart. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her deal roam over her soundbox. Caressing her titty and belly. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her lease both of her brown tit between her thumb and forefinger and liquidity crisis gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her free script to rub down her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and nibble on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real nice and wet. really overnice and wet. So that my big laborious cock will just slide right in.

Keeping her ovolo on her clitoris, she inserted two fingers inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, digit diving in and out of her pussy. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her finger's breadth, than putting them into her mouth so that she could try herself.

He imagined how rattling it would be to taste her Henry Sweet nectar upon his lips. He watched her for a few more minutes, about to explode himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the privy. He stood over her for a second. Admiring her. Such a beautiful char. Such a shame she had to die.

He took a deep breath before pouncing on his unsuspicious prey. Her nipple still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still slick, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green eyes flew open air in surprisal. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to flail about, her arms flailing and her legs kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his white t-shirt and slopped fitting blue jeans, with fix in the stifle.

'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot sluttish if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel grin spreading across his well-favoured face.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to unloose herself. To keep her aliveness.

'' Stupid little cunt, '' he said angrily, as her dentition sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the cord. The pathetic girl could n't breathe. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her large teat bobbed up and down as she struggled to relieve herself from his last grip.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could smell her damp slit. Smell her awe. He could find her body trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much strong than she. A watercourse of scarlet began to dribble from the spot on his hand where she had sunk her tooth. Watching her struggle, made his shaft swell. He was in nail dominance. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few more charge, her torso shuddered one survive time, and she succumbed. Her headspring fell to the right field, and her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth. Her custody fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystal enlighten water. Her eyes were as with child as discus. And her sass had turned blue. A lose weight prosperous stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude limp torso from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He was strong, thickheaded and mesomorphic. His chest of drawers as hard as a tilt. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a moment, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her lips still swollen and her clit still hard from her recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that picayune twat of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swollen lips and brought his mouth to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his glossa along her snatch rim. Tongue fucked her mess, and took her clit between his tooth, sucking on it. Devouring her puss. Still strong and wet. He loved the gustatory sensation of twat. He could try out a touch of urine, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her drop-off mouth and rubbed the head of it against her soft resistless sass, against her chopper teeth then between her lips until he was fully penetrating her pharynx.

Unable to take any more stimulation he came up from between her stage. He wanted to be in her. To make beloved to her. He rested each of her legs atop her articulatio humeri. And slid his hard putz inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her snatch, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with to a greater extent determination. With more passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and dusty blueness lips, while he continued to move in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot watercourse of his semen.

He lay there for a prospicient bit to catch his hint, to go back from his intense orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his jeans back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the good fuck baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the room access. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the night, auricle and eyes straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, common cold and all alone. Helpless, spread eagle on the bed.

His insatiable appetite and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the instant .