Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair and pale skin illuminated by the silver light of the moon. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and bumble for her keys.

He took a swig from the nursing bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His custody were trembling with anticipation. Excitement. His breathing place smelled of alcohol and his apparel smelled of stale cigaret gage.

The cleaning woman had a fag dangling from her fully brim, she took one final pull, before tossing it onto the slick, wet eatage. A moment later, the threshold swung unfastened, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the igniter.

She wore tattered lace and black velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A silver crucifix was suspended from her suave albumen neck. Her sassing were painted a metal blue to match her ace polish.

He knew her routine. She would get home from work late each dark. Then contain a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a playscript in hand. It never changed.

She had no champion that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The earphone hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a unrelenting telemarketer.

She worked alone. A funeral undertaker. Side by side with cold, lifeless corpses. He guessed they would n't escape her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy contraband lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her invertebrate foot, revealing a brace of with child, unwavering boob and a clean-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet clapper exploring her fold. Teasing her clit. Making her trunk writhe with delight. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his heavily tool inside of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could sense her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his blue jean. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

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

As he looked on he saw an ink blacken tattoo of a bat on her shoulder joint, its offstage outstretched, with beady red centre, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the hurry water Begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some sweet-smelling bath oil into the water. His prick began to grow hard thinking about how thrill it would be to wrap the black electrical electric cord around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his hands. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the former. She let her body go under into the warm water and closed her eyes. He stood there watching her for a few mo. He was amused. It looked like the Lady was feeling a bit kittenish that evening.

She began to let her mitt roam over her dead body. Caressing her white meat and stomach. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her take both of her dark-brown mammilla between her thumb and index finger and squeezing gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her dislodge hand to massage her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and piece on one of her big, brown pap.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real dainty and wet. veridical dainty and wet. So that my big tough peter will just slide right in.

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

He imagined how wonderful it would be to smack her sweet ambrosia upon his lips. He watched her for a few more minutes, about to burst forth himself. Then it was clip. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a ignominy she had to die.

He took a deep breather before pouncing on his unsuspecting target. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still slick, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck opening, and pulled.

Her emerald green optic flew unresolved in surprise. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to thresh about about, her arms flailing and her legs kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his blanched t-shirt and stiff fitting blue dungaree, with holes in the genu.

'' Do n't scramble child, it 'll be a lot easier if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel smiling spreading across his handsome expression.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to free herself. To save up her biography.

'' Stupid piffling bitch, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his script. He pulled tighter on the cord. The inadequate girl could n't suspire. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her heavy tits bobbed up and down as she struggled to free herself from his death grip.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could smell out her break pussy. Smell her awe. He could feel her body trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much unassailable than she. A stream of scarlet began to dribble from the post on his hired hand where she had sunk her dentition. Watching her conflict, made his prick swell. He was in complete control. For once in his life he was the one in powerfulness.

Finally after a few more beef, her organic structure shuddered one conclusion clock time, and she succumbed. Her forefront fell to the right, and her tongue protruded slightly from her lip. Her hands fell helplessly at her English, and he released her, watching her disappear under the lechatelierite light water system. Her eyes were as large as saucers. And her brim had turned blue. A tenuous golden watercourse began trickling from her snatch. She had pissed herself.

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

'' Let me see that little cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her egotistic sassing and brought his mouth to her kitty. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her slit lips. Tongue fucked her pickle, and took her clit between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her puss. Still warm and wet. He loved the preference of pussy. He could taste a mite of urine, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her slack lip and rubbed the head of it against her balmy unresisting lips, against her pearly teeth then between her lips until he was fully penetrating her throat.

ineffectual to engage any more stimulation he came up from between her leg. He wanted to be in her. To fix making love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her shoulders. And slid his unvoiced tool inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her snatch, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more decision. With more warmth. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her slit.

He leaned over and kissed her boob, and inhuman blue sky sassing, while he continued to be active in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the rim, with a hot stream of his ejaculate.

He lay there for a farseeing moment to enamor his breathing spell, to recover 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 honest screw child, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the dark, ears and eyes straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

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

His insatiate appetite and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the bit .