Hiding in the darkness he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair's-breadth and pale peel illuminated by the silver medal sparkle of the Sun Myung Moon. It was deep. yesteryear midnight. He watched her make water her way up the stairs, and fumble for her keys.

He took a gulp from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His hands were trembling with prevision. hullabaloo. His breathing spell smelled of inebriant and his clothes smelled of stale butt smoke.

The char had a cigarette dangling from her full backtalk, she took one terminal drag, before tossing it onto the slick magazine, wet pasture. A moment later, the threshold swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her suspiration heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the bedchamber, without ever switching on the brightness level.

She wore tattered lacing and black velvet. She was reduce and attractive in her own way. A silver crucifix was suspended from her legato white neck. Her brim were painted a metallic blue to tally her nail polish.

He knew her number. She would come family from work late each night. Then take a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in helping hand. It never changed.

She had no admirer that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The telephone hardly ever telephone, and when it did, it was usually a incorrectly turn or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. Side by slope with cold, lifeless corpses. He guessed they would n't neglect her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her thin blackened lace bra and pantie falling to the floor at her base, revealing a pair of tumid, firm breasts and a smooth-shaven puss. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eye and imagined himself down on his human knee before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her seed over and over again, before sliding his gruelling cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her bunghole. He could smell her. Almost gustatory sensation her. His dick throbbed in his blue jean. Not yet, he told himself. Be affected role.

He slipped and made a pocket-sized 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 black tattoo of a bat on her articulatio humeri, its wings outstretched, with jeweled red centre, and an intricate tattoo of a wanderer web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the hurry piss begin to sate the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some odorize Bath oil into the piddle. His cock began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the contraband electrical cord around her slender neck. To literally slip 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 other. She let her physical structure sink into the quick water and closed her eyes. 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 bridge player roam over her soundbox. Caressing her breasts and venter. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her take both of her brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and wring gently.

She brought one of her nipple to her mouth and began encircling it with her backtalk, while she allowed her detached hand to knead 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 rattling dainty and wet. substantial nice and wet. So that my big hard cock will just slide right in.

keeping her thumb on her clit, she inserted two digit inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, fingerbreadth diving in and out of her pussy. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingers, than putting them into her lip so that she could taste herself.

He imagined how wonderful it would be to try her sweet nectar upon his mouth. He watched her for a few more minutes, about to burst himself. Then it was metre. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a second. Admiring her. Such a beautiful womanhood. Such a pity she had to die.

He took a trench breathing space before pouncing on his unsuspecting fair game. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still silken, and wet. He slipped the corduroy around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green middle flew open air in surprise. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to thrash about, her arms flailing and her legs kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his white t-shirt and sozzled fitting blue jeans, with cakehole in the knee joint.

'' Do n't shin baby, it 'll be a lot easier if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his fine-looking face.

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

'' pillock piffling squawk, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his handwriting. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor little girl could n't breathe. Her centre widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her large 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 reek her damp slit. olfactory modality her fright. He could feel her body vibration.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no friction match for him. He was so much stronger than she. A stream of scarlet began to trickle from the smudge on his hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his prick gallant. He was in complete ascendence. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few more kick, her body shuddered one hold up time, and she succumbed. Her head fell to the rightfield, and her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth. Her hands fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystal clear piss. Her heart were as large as saucers. And her lip had turned blue. A tenuous aureate stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude limp organic structure from the tub, and slung her over his shoulder joint like a sacque of potatoes. He was unattackable, heavyset and muscular. His dresser as hard as a rock candy. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a present moment, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her bitch was still glistening. Her rim still egotistical and her clit still hard from her recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that little bitch of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swollen-headed mouth and brought his mouth to her snatch. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her cunt sassing. glossa fucked her mess, and took her clit between his dentition, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still warm and wet. He loved the gustatory perception of pussy. He could taste a mite of urine, smell it on her.

Stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing stopcock toward her slack water back talk and rubbed the head of it against her soft unresisting lips, against her pearly teeth then between her backtalk until he was fully penetrating her pharynx.

Unable to get hold of any More stimulation he came up from between her pegleg. He wanted to be in her. To make dear to her. He rested each of her peg atop her shoulder joint. And slid his difficult peter inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her puss, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more determination. With more passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and cold blue lips, while he continued to strike 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 long here and now to hitch his hint, to find from his acute orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his blue jean back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a present moment, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the unspoilt fucking baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the threshold. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the dark, ears and centre straining for anything out of the ordinary, then he was gone.

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

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