He had been watching her for calendar week. He was n't sure how many, though ; he had stopped counting after week seven. How long did n't matter, though. What did matter was that he had decided that tonight was going to be the night.

She was a gorgeous woman, with flowing, chestnut-colored hair and a slim down number that boasted a sensational set of breasts, round and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very large, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

She 'd been teasing him for a very prospicient time. He watched her through her Windows whenever she undressed. She never closed the blinds or drew the tone while she changed. Even when she wanted some unequalled time, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might have been a more appropriate word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` consider a looking at at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and ascertain and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to townspeople on herself with a dildo, he stroked his pecker in fourth dimension with her cause, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of condom or a vibrating piece of charge card. And he would always spare himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breasts with her free handwriting, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he permit himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a vent that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an idea of her schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at night, where she went when she was out. All of that fourth dimension was spent in readiness for tonight.

He took a drag of his butt as he watched her through the windowpane. She was getting make to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a sister blue or white crop top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to show off her ass and bosom, which also meant she wanted the mortal she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-colored mini skirt over distich of grim leg covering. This was the type of kit she wore when she was n't expecting to convey anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty good indicator. This was a `` going out with friends '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car advance and she came out of the house with her handbag on her arm. She entered the rider 's incline and the car drove off. Once the taillights were acid in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limb and climbed down to the reason again. He looked around and, once he was sure of himself, pulled down his ski mask and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was hard to spot as he stayed in the phantom. He ran around to the side of meat of the theater and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a windowpane so he could creep inside.

She had no alarm system, and no dogs to raise a fuss. The menage was dead silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the bedchamber when he heard the strawman door unfold. It closed behind her with a pawl, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a phone that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of trash, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to decompress and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the auditory sensation of her pace coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of heels filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a fling in the door, the room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to build herself comfortable on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might have been reading a script. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her barren hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear that she was reading some type of pornography, because despite her touching herself she never took her eye off the iPad. She began massaging her breast and started rubbing her legs together. A flaccid moan escaped her mouth and she started getting more strong-growing with her touches. She pulled out one boob and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side of meat and began to slide under her skirt.

He heard her pussy squelch as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her digit were moving so fast that she was making sprinkle noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the sight caused his anticipation to rise.

Soon, she gave a final examination jerky and, like she always did, squeezed her knocker hard and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were loudly. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her skirt. She looked at it for a moment and, realizing it was covered in her charwoman succus, licked it off every finger before finishing her vino spyglass. She placed the glass back on the mesa and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty minutes before he moved again. He wanted to stool sure she had fallen asleep, and her steady breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the closet door so as not to make water a sound. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it induce a sound now and alert her to his comportment before it was sentence. Once the doorway was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light replacement and flicked it off ; not a sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the knife from his swath sheath and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze in his data track, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were spread apart and she was still in her dog. He took one hand and lifted her wench up before running a fingerbreadth across her thigh. He felt a wet situation right where her pussycat was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick fade with the tongue, cutting a long slit into the material and exposing a couplet of low-spirited panty, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her unharmed body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, dad, '' she moaned in her slumber. Her center fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for several foresightful seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to seethe away from him ! She was n't fast enough ; he grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her back to him !

'' Help ! Help me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each English, and held her in place. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing waste clout at him, but most of them missed or only connected with a glancing blow.

Once she had tired herself out from struggling, he grabbed her arm, pressed the tongue to it, and sliced a small cut into her skin. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his helping hand on her face and forced her to look at him.

'' Every time you call for help, that 's a cut. '' he said as calmly as if they were sitting down for a cup of tea. `` That was routine one. Two will be the other arm. Three and four will be your legs. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in play just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your knocker. Seven and eight are your carpus. '' He pointed the knife at each radiocarpal joint, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the bottom of her shirt. She let out a lament of terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' telephone number nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in affright as he did so. `` You can cry. You can scream and yell as loud as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not call for help. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded as tears streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` salutary, '' he said as he pulled a length of rope from his black cargo bloomers. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. scores of clock time. And if it makes you feel any break, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're good and you do as I say, we wo n't even give birth to go to two. ``

The rophy he extracted was a handcuff nautical mile with two short filament that each ended in grummet. He slipped the cuffs around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two filament and pulling them down so that her hired man were between her knee while the eyelet went around her ankle, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a reverse hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her face down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to halt him. He liked that idea.

'' First, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a tiny misunderstanding in all of this. '' She turned her face to look at him, mildly puzzled.

'' What mistake is that ? '' She asked through tears.

'' Oh, I forgot to undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the macrocosm. He took his knife and placed the vane inside the gash he made earlier. She felt the moth-eaten blade of the knife against her flesh and shivered at its touching. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to descend away. She could feel the tip of the blade, dusty and unforgiving, tactual sensation her peel as he cut away her leging. In a rather perverted device, the knife 's touch on her tegument sent tingling sense experience through her organic structure. She shuddered as the tip caressed the posterior of her leg, but dared not move for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her legging were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue lace step-in. His ventilation grew heavier as he stared at her knockout, but she could n't release her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small serial of crack, like the sound you hear when you crack your knuckles.

'' What are you going to do to me ? '' she asked, still somewhat tearful.

He said nothing, but she soon felt his deal grasp her buttock and present a good squeeze. She let out a whine that was a mix of both concern and foreplay, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.

Suddenly, she felt his hired hand slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her lower part. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking detriment ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Same bit, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his handwriting met the cutis of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching someone shake off a plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to paddle her, he noticed the red grade he was leaving were in the demand physique of his hand. She would carry this Mark for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you screw why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the sentence by a loud savour on the former butt cheek. When the only response he got was a smother, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for workweek now, from that tree across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the window, which she could barely see, and at the Tree he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you unclothe ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the casual sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another smack, this one a bit more centered near her pussy, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this clip throwing in a little animus behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussycat, and she let out an involuntary squeal of pleasure.

He noticed. He stopped momentarily, confused by what he had just heard. Then, as it dawned on him, a large smiling crossed his human face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her fount and knelt down to calculate into her eye. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her unhurt consistency was shaking.

'' answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her head. `` damage answer, '' he said, and laid a manus across her cheek.

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` Please ! Stop ! ``

There it was. She was screaming now. He felt himself getting engorged already, but now was not the clock time. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another big H. This meter, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to deposit out her ass, making it a heavy target. `` Do n't ! halt it ! ``

Another stinging hell dust !

'' Let me go ! Please, just let me go ! '' She waved her ass back and Forth in his face.

savor !

'' I wo n't narrate anybody you were here, just please let me go ! ``

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her pelt and froze as he dragged it gently down her spinal column. He buried the blade under the waist of her pantie and gave a quick picture ; the flexible waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the relaxation by the deal and ripped them away, much like he had the legging. The only things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be honest ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another scag came, but this time he did n't pull his hand away. His hired man came to rest on her et pussy, splashing her woman succus onto her peg and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her snatch, and then two. Her middle rolled into the rachis of her headway as she lay there in silence.

'' Do you like that ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she lied, but the tone of her representative betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his finger and laying another smack on her kitty-cat. A jerking of pleasure shot through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't hurt me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the fingers back. He did, and they went mysterious inside her. She felt them trace her inside, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasure. While the fingers on the one hired hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few more hell dust on her ass ; she felt herself fasten up on his finger, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So unseasonable ... '' her articulation trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his finger's breadth quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back rampart of her cunt and pushed against it, to which she began bucking back against his hand.

'' No, do n't do that ! '' she cried. He began moving his hand in and out, pounding her pussy with nix but his fingerbreadth. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! keep screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her kitty faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her kitty. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the spongy part at the forepart of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, block up it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her. But there was one More thing he wanted to do. He removed his fingers and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toys and pulled out a slightly oversized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her shit ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' Guess where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks widely and bicker on her bunghole, lubing it up just enough to storm the toy inside her.

'' Oh screwing ! fuck ! '' she screamed out aloud as her whoreson stretched to adopt the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his digit were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like treacle. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her tight pussy and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking ! piece of ass me ! '' Her body strain and the showtime coming came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! ass ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her second, third, quarter, twenty percent, sixth ! By the metre the one-seventh rolled around, her vocalisation had failed her and she was lay in muteness. Her middle rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as wave after wave of orgasms consumed her totally body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the strait of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her kitty, which was so soaked at this detail that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to buzz inside her ass, and he knew that now was the time.

He unbuttoned his pant and dropped them down to his genu, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his peter against her pussy, and drove himself into her.

Her pussy was so plastered around his peter, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a whole new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to savor every moment before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely move her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the crack sensible strawman bulwark of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her tight pussycat out and pushed up on the spine of her kitty, near her cervix.

She could recite when he was about to cum because he started to throb and move faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a net thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky nerve eject from the tip of his cock and arrive to rest oceanic abyss inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his pant back on. She was breathing heavily, barely conscious. `` Fucker, '' she wheezed. `` You came inside me. So much cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her slit and rubbed it around, massaging his nerve into the skin of her slit before giving her button one last `` hello. '' She squealed at the abbreviated tease.

'' How do you inhabit with yourself ? '' she asked. `` Going around, taking advantage of poor old ladies like me ? ``

'' I already told you. I 've never had to calculate to ten. '' He took the tongue and cut the rophy tying her up. She relaxed her consistence as he gathered up his thing. Just as he was about to provide the room, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the gamy you 've ever had to count ? '' He stopped and turned back to her before answering.

'' One, '' he replied with a smile. `` I 've never had to go past one. '' And then, he was gone.

She lay in her bed alone for a hanker time before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and shut it off. She rolled over on her bed, too eject to go shower off. She closed her center to trip up her intimation, and was out before she could count to ten .