Hiding in the trace he watched her. Her prospicient, shiny, blue-black haircloth and pale skin illuminated by the silver ignitor of the moon. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and botch for her keys.

He took a draught from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His script were trembling with anticipation. fervour. His breath smelled of alcoholic beverage and his clothes smelled of stale cigarette pot.

The woman had a coffin nail dangling from her full back talk, she took one final drag, before tossing it onto the slick magazine, wet dope. A minute later, the door swung open, 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 light.

She wore tattered lace and inglorious velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A silver crucifix was suspended from her smooth flannel neck opening. Her lip were painted a metallic blue air to tally her breeze through polish.

He knew her routine. She would total home from piece of work late each night. Then take a hot bath before falling asleep on the lounge, her cat curled up in her lap, and a al-Qur'an in paw. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The sound hardly ever border, and when it did, it was usually a wrong turn or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A funeral director. side of meat by face with frigid, lifeless corpses. He guessed they would n't miss her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her onionskin black lacing bra and panties falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a pair of large, unwaveringly breast and a clean-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful snatch, he thought. He closed his optic and imagined himself down on his knee joint before her. Or perhaps with her squat over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her plication. Teasing her clit. Making her consistence writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his voiceless cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her whoreson. He could smell out her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a small strait on the porch cap. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the windowpane ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink black tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with buttonlike red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing water Begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some scented bathing tub oil into the water. His peter began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the grim electrical cord around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his handwriting. The clock time was near.

He watched her sling one farsighted leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her physical structure sink into the warm water system and closed her middle. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit kittenish that evening.

She began to let her hands roam over her body. Caressing her breasts and belly. He began to stroke his prick, while he watched her deal both of her Brown University mamilla between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze play gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her free mitt to massage her button. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and nibble on one of her big, John Brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real Nice and wet. existent nice and wet. So that my big hard cock will just slide right in.

Keeping her thumb on her clit, she inserted two finger inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, fingers diving in and out of her kitty-cat. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingers, than putting them into her rima oris so that she could savor herself.

He imagined how terrific it would be to taste her sweet ambrosia upon his brim. He watched her for a few More moment, about to explode himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the toilet. He stood over her for a present moment. Admiring her. Such a beautiful char. Such a pity she had to die.

He took a mysterious hint before pouncing on his unsuspecting prey. Her nipples still hard like pencil erasers and her twat still foxy, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald putting surface eye 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 arms flailing and her legs boot, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his white t-shirt and soaked fitting blue jean, with cakehole in the knee.

'' Do n't struggle child, it 'll be a lot well-off if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his well-favored boldness.

She began clawing at him and trying to seize with teeth him, desperate to free herself. To save her life sentence.

'' Stupid little bitch, '' he said angrily, as her tooth sunk into his handwriting. He pulled tighter on the electric cord. The poor people girl could n't breathe. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her large titmouse bobbed up and down as she struggled to release herself from his death hold.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could reek her damp bitch. Smell her fear. He could feel her physical structure vibration.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no mate for him. He was so much hard than she. A stream of vermilion began to trickle from the spot on his hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his cock swell. He was in discharge command. For once in his life he was the one in power.

Finally after a few more kicking, her body shuddered one terminal time, and she succumbed. Her pass fell to the right hand, and her tongue protruded slightly from her mouth. Her manus fell helplessly at her side of meat, and he released her, watching her disappear under the watch crystal clear water supply. Her oculus were as large as saucers. And her lips had turned blue. A reduce gilded watercourse began trickling from her slit. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude person limp trunk from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a pouch of potato. He was strong, midst and hefty. His chest as hard as a rock music. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a consequence, before spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her twat was still glistening. Her rim still swollen and her clit still hard from her recent onanism.

'' Let me see that piffling cunt of your mantrap, '' he said. He parted her swollen lips and brought his mouth to her snatch. Tasting her. He ran his lingua along her cunt lips. glossa fucked her pickle, and took her clitoris between his dentition, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still warm and wet. He loved the taste of pussy. He could try a hint of urine, smell it on her.

stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her morass sass and rubbed the head of it against her indulgent resistless rim, against her pearly teeth then between her backtalk until he was fully penetrating her throat.

unable to hire any more stimulation he came up from between her legs. He wanted to be in her. To make love to her. He rested each of her pegleg atop her shoulders. And slid his severely prick inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with More determination. With more passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her twat.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and cold blue sassing, while he continued to move in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot stream of his ejaculate.

He lay there for a hanker moment to becharm his breath, to retrieve from his intense orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his denim back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a here and now, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the well piece of ass baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the night, pinna and eye straining for anything out of the ordinary bicycle, then he was gone.

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

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