Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her yearn, shiny, bluish black hair and pale tegument illuminated by the silver light of the Moon. It was lately. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the step, and fumble for her keys.

He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his men. His manpower were trembling with anticipation. upheaval. His breath smelled of alcoholic drink and his wearing apparel smelled of stale fag smoke.

The woman had a cigarette dangling from her full phase of the moon back talk, she took one final retarding force, before tossing it onto the slick, wet grass. A moment later, the door swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her horseshoe, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tattered lace and lightlessness velvet. She was slender and attractive in her own way. A silverish crucifix was suspended from her fluent white neck. Her backtalk were painted a metal blue to match her sweep through refine.

He knew her routine. She would do abode from work late each Night. Then engage a hot tub before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a Holy Writ in hand. It never changed.

She had no friend that he knew of. There were never any visitor. The phone hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a ill-timed number or a dour telemarketer.

She worked alone. A funeral undertaker. English by side with cold, exanimate corpse. He guessed they would n't pretermit her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her slight black lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her foot, revealing a brace of large, firm bosom and a clean-shaven cunt. Such a beautiful bitch, 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 knife exploring her folds. Teasing her button. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his difficult cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could smell her. Almost appreciation her. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be affected role.

He slipped and made a small audio on the porch cap. 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 shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rush water begin to fill the bath. She lit some candles and sprinkled some scented bath oil into the water. His cock began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wind the grim electric corduroy around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his manus. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her body subside 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 frisky that evening.

She began to let her hands roam over her body. Caressing her breasts and stomach. He began to stroke his turncock, while he watched her take both of her brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently.

She brought one of her nipple to her mouth and began encircling it with her brim, while she allowed her justify hand to massage her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to give suck and nibble on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get tangible nice and wet. genuine nice and wet. So that my big hard cock will just slue right in.

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

He imagined how wonderful it would be to try out her cherubic nectar upon his lips. He watched her for a few to a greater extent transactions, about to explode himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a instant. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a shame she had to die.

He took a mystifying breath before pouncing on his unsuspecting target. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her pussy still silky, and wet. He slipped the electric cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green eyes flew open 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 weapon flailing and her leg kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his albumen t-shirt and soused fitting gamey dungaree, with holes in the knee.

'' Do n't struggle infant, it 'll be a lot soft if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his handsome cheek.

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

'' pudding head little squawk, '' he said angrily, as her tooth sunk into his bridge player. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor little girl could n't breathe. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her tumid tits bobbed up and down as she struggled to discharge herself from his dying traveling bag.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could smell out her deaden cunt. Smell her fear. He could feel her body vibration.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no lucifer for him. He was so much secure than she. A stream of scarlet began to trickle from the billet on his hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his cock dandy. He was in complete controller. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few more kicks, her body shuddered one end time, and she succumbed. Her point fell to the right, and her tongue protruded slightly from her backtalk. Her hands fell helplessly at her side, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystal shed light on water. Her eyes were as large as disk. And her lips had turned blue. A sparse golden stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude limp dead body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a carrier bag of Solanum tuberosum. He was strong, loggerheaded and muscular. His pectus as hard as a Rock. 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 wooden leg as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her lip still swell and her clit still hard from her Holocene masturbation.

'' Let me see that little cunt of your smasher, '' he said. He parted her swollen lips and brought his sassing to her puss. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her slit sass. Tongue fucked her hole, and took her clit between his tooth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still warmly and wet. He loved the gustatory sensation of pussy. He could savor a hint of urine, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing stopcock toward her falloff backtalk and rubbed the head of it against her soft unresisting sass, against her pearly tooth then between her rim until he was fully penetrating her throat.

ineffectual to take aim any to a greater extent stimulation he came up from between her peg. He wanted to be in her. To take lovemaking to her. He rested each of her pegleg atop her shoulders. And slid his punishing cock 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 inhuman wild blue yonder lips, while he continued to be active in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the lip, with a hot stream of his semen.

He lay there for a long present moment to catch his intimation, to recover from his acute climax. Finally, silently, he pulled his jean back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a mo, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the good fuck babe, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the room access. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the night, ears and middle 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 moment .