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

She was a gorgeous womanhood, with flowing, chestnut-coloured tomentum and a slight physique that boasted a stunning set of boob, round and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very large, either, but it was grammatical and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might take in been a more earmark word.

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

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in clock time with her bm, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a diskette piece of prophylactic or a vibrating composition of plastic. And he would always make unnecessary himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her bosom with her free hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he allow himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a release 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 time was spent in preparation for tonight.

He took a drag of his fag as he watched her through the window. She was getting cook to go out, but she was n't expecting to impart anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or ovalbumin crop top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to register off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilly purpleness blouse and a dark-colored mini doll over pair of black leging. This was the type of outfit she wore when she was n't expecting to bring 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 proceedings later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the theater with her purse on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were dots in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limbs and climbed down to the flat coat again. He looked around and, once he was certainly of himself, pulled down his ski mask and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the tincture. He ran around to the side of the theatre and used a Ka-bar tongue to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no alarm system, and no dogs to raise a spat. The house was drained silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the sleeping room when he heard the front door open. It closed behind her with a mouse click, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly cackle, no laugh. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a icebox being opened, followed by the tinkling of glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of vino to make relaxed and loosen up from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquidness being poured into the glass and the sound of her step coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of bounder filled his pinna, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a crack in the door, the room twinkle flipped on and she appeared future to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside tabular array long enough to make water herself comfy on the bed and tear out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might let been reading a book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine-colored, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her dresser with her free 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 erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her legs together. A soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more belligerent with her touching. She pulled out one tit and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side and began to skid under her skirt.

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

Soon, she gave a concluding jerk and, like she always did, squeezed her breast hard and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a practiced job.

Her screaming died down as her coming faded away, and she pulled her hired man from her skirt. She looked at it for a present moment and, realizing it was covered in her woman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine-coloured ice. She placed the glass back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty instant before he moved again. He wanted to make sure she had fallen asleep, and her brace breathing was ratification of that. Slowly, he opened the W.C. door so as not to make a audio. It did n't whine when he entered it, but it would be his hazard that it earn a sound now and alarm her to his presence before it was time. Once the room access was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light switch and flicked it off ; not a phone from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the knife from his belted ammunition cocktail dress and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze in his tracks, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were spread apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hired man and lifted her dame up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet touch right where her pussy was and put his tongue there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a spry slice with the knife, cutting a farseeing twat into the textile and exposing a pair of blue pantie, underneath which was her sopping wet puss. He moved the panties aside and hold fast his finger inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, papa, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for respective prospicient seconds.

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

'' Help ! serve me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each side, and held her in place. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing baseless punches 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 diminished cut into her cutis. She immediately stopped struggling as stock welled around the cut. He placed his bridge player on her brass and forced her to look at him.

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

He took the knife and pointed at each of her titty in go just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your bosom. septet and eight are your wrists. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the fundament of her shirt. She let out a wail of terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' Number nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in terror as he did so. `` You can scream. You can scream and yell as tacky as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You 're going to scream. But you will not send for for help. Do you sympathise ? ``

She nodded as crying streamed down her nerve. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a distance of Mexican valium from his mordant cargo gasp. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any adept, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're practiced and you do as I say, we wo n't even have to go to two. ``

The rope he extracted was a handcuff gnarl with two short filament that each ended in loops. He slipped the manacle around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two string and pulling them down so that her hands were between her knees while the loops went around her ankles, 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 boldness 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 stop him. He liked that idea.

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

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

'' Oh, I forgot to undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious affair in the universe. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the slash he made earlier. She felt the stale steel of the tongue against her flesh and shivered at its hint. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her legging further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the textile to return away. She could sense the tip of the vane, cold and unforgiving, touch her skin as he cut away her leging. In a rather distorted twist, the tongue 's touch on her skin sent tingling maven through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the tail end of her leg, but dared not move for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leg covering were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her wench up over her pelvic girdle, revealing her ass clad in grim lace panties. His external respiration grew toilsome as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did take heed a small-scale series of offer, 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 aught, but she soon felt his hand grasp her cheek and ease up a full squeeze. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both care and arousal, which was something of a surprisal to her. Then, he pulled his manus away.

Suddenly, she felt his manus slap her buttock, leaving a burn chump that she felt all through her abject region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking damage ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a block. It was like watching person shake a crustal plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to paddle her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the precise pattern of his hired hand. She would carry this Mark for at to the lowest degree a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through rip, punctuating the sentence by a flash smack on the other butt face. When the only response he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks now, from that tree diagram 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 undress ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the occasional sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another smooch, this one a bit more focus on near her snatch, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by former men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a niggling bad blood behind it. It hit her dead-center on her twat, 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 with child grin crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her grimace and knelt down to face into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her brim were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole trunk was shaking.

'' Answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her point. `` wrongfulness answer, '' he said, and laid a hand across her cheek.

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

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

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her soundbox around but being especially mindful to beat out her ass, making it a big target area. `` Do n't ! block off it ! ``

Another stinging smacking !

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

smack !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the tongue against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the blade under the waist of her panties and gave a quick flick ; the elastic sash was sliced, which she felt give around her shank. He then took the ease by the paw and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The only matter that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't wound me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another nip came, but this fourth dimension he did n't pull his hand away. His hand came to rest on her et kitty-cat, splashing her woman succus onto her pegleg and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a finger into her pussy, and then two. Her optic rolled into the binding of her header as she lay there in silence.

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

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

'' liar, '' he said, pulling out his finger's breadth and laying another smooch on her cunt. A jolt of pleasure shot through her while the stinging continued. She could find the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't ache 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 cryptical inside her. She felt them trace her interior, tickling the back rampart of her vagina, and she squirmed in abstruse joy. While the fingerbreadth on the one hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself fasten up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, block up, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So untimely ... '' her voice trailed off as he pushed his finger's breadth deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingerbreadth quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall of her snatch 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 manus in and out, pounding her snatch with null but his fingers. `` Oh, God, no ! lay off it ! quit ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! donjon screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the rampart of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His finger's breadth massaged the squashy component at the front of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, cease it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking finger out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his cock mystifying inside her. But there was one More affair he wanted to do. He removed his finger's breadth and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toy dog and pulled out a slightly oversized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her asshole ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' guessing where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks wide and pettifoggery on her motherfucker, lubing it up just enough to wedge the toy inside her.

'' Oh roll in the hay ! Fuck ! '' she screamed out loud as her whoreson stretched to adopt the toy. `` No, remove it out ! Now ! ``

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

'' shtup ... fuck fuck fuck eff fuck ! Fuck me ! '' Her body tensed and the number 1 sexual climax came to her ! `` FUCK ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her minute, third, fourth, 5th, sixth ! By the metre the one-seventh rolled around, her vocalization had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the spinal column of her head and she shook steadily as Wave after wafture of climax consumed her whole trunk. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the strait of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his finger from her pussy, which was so fuddled at this head 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 bloomers and dropped them down to his knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his stopcock against her pussy, and ram himself into her.

Her pussy was so nasty around his cock, 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 relish every moment before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely be active her own munition, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the super raw strawman wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his turncock, which stretched her mingy pussy out and pushed up on the back of her pussy, near her cervix.

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

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

He put his hand back on her twat and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the hide of her puss before giving her clit one death `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to count to ten. '' He took the knife and cut the forget me drug tying her up. She relaxed her body as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to exit the room, she asked him another question.

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a long time before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and exclude it off. She rolled over on her bed, too tire to go shower bath off. She closed her middle to beguile her intimation, and was out before she could count to ten .