He had been watching her for weeks. 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 figure that boasted a stun set of chest, beat and perky, though not very prominent, 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 foresightful clock time. He watched her through her window whenever she undressed. She never closed the subterfuge or drew the tad while she changed. Even when she wanted some unique clock time, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might take been a more seize word.

'' Hey, child, '' she seemed to say. `` demand a look 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 town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his putz in prison term with her move, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy spell of rubber or a vibrating firearm of plastic. And he would always save himself for her culmination. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breast with her disengage hired man, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he grant himself to cum.

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

He took a retarding force of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting ready to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a child blue or white harvest top and a short-shorts. That rig meant she was wanting to show off her ass and knocker, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to chance her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilly purple blouse and a dark-coloured mini wench over span of black leggings. This was the eccentric 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 trade good indicator. This was a `` going out with Quaker '' outfit.

A few minutes later, he saw a car access and she came out of the family with her bag on her arm. She entered the passenger 's English and the car drove off. Once the taillights were battery-acid in the aloofness, he slyly extracted himself from the tree diagram limbs and climbed down to the earth again. He looked around and, once he was sure of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade and ran across the street. He wore all pitch blackness, so he was unmanageable to spot as he stayed in the shadows. He ran around to the side of the theater and used a Ka-bar tongue to prise open a window so he could crawl inside.

She had no dismay system, and no dogs to raise a fuss. The house was perfectly silent. And it would remain that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the sleeping accommodation when he heard the front door unfold. It closed behind her with a clink, and then the sound of her latching the deadbolt. No favorable chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of shabu, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to unstrain and disentangle from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquidness being poured into the glass and the sound of her footsteps coming steadily down the foyer. 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 sally 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 make water herself well-fixed on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a piece and he assumed she might let been reading a al-Qur'an. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her pectus with her dislodge deal, and he knew what was side by side. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was bring in that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eye off the iPad. She began massaging her chest and started rubbing her legs together. A piano moan escaped her lips and she started getting more aggressive with her tactile sensation. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side and began to slide under her skirt.

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

Soon, she gave a terminal 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 loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a honorable job.

Her wow died down as her climax faded away, and she pulled her mitt from her annulus. She looked at it for a mo and, realizing it was covered in her adult female juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine glass. She placed the chicken feed back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

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

He pulled the knife from his belt ammunition sheath 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 disperse apart and she was still in her bounder. He took one hand and lifted her bird up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet spot right where her pussy was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a agile slice with the knife, cutting a farsighted dent into the material and exposing a couplet of blue scanty, underneath which was her sopping wet pussy. He moved the scanty aside and pose his finger inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her nap. Her eyes fluttered spread and she stared at him in confusion for several hanker seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to range 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 side, and held her in spot. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild poke 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 knife to it, and sliced a lowly cut into her skin. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his manus on her face and forced her to search at him.

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

He took the knife and pointed at each of her white meat in play just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. Seven and eight are your wrist. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to move up up the stern of her shirt. She let out a plaint of terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

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

She nodded as crying streamed down her grimace. He smiled at her, and a tingle went through her. `` soundly, '' he said as he pulled a length of R-2 from his fateful cargo knickers. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any better, I 've never had to go piddle this a ten. If you 're good and you do as I say, we wo n't even have to go to two. ``

The rope he extracted was a manacle greyback with two short strands that each ended in iteration. He slipped the cuffs around her articulatio radiocarpea and knotted them tightly before taking the two filament and pulling them down so that her custody were between her knee joint while the loop went around her articulatio talocruralis, which were then tied together.

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

'' First, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a flyspeck mistake in all of this. '' She turned her human 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 world. He took his knife and placed the steel inside the cut he made earlier. She felt the cold blade of the knife against her flesh and shivered at its touch. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leging further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to accrue away. She could feel the tip of the vane, frigid and stern, touch her hide as he cut away her leggings. In a rather sophisticate twist, the knife 's spot on her skin sent tingling sensations through her eubstance. She shuddered as the tip caressed the tail of her leg, but dared not move for awe that she accidentally get cut.

Once her legging were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the relaxation of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in wild blue yonder lace panty. His ventilation grew gravid as he stared at her peach, but she could n't turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did discover a small serial publication of cracks, 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 hand grasp her cheek and afford a good squeezing. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both fear and arousal, which was something of a surprisal to her. Then, he pulled his deal away.

Suddenly, she felt his bridge player slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking scathe ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the like spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his paw met the peel of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching someone shake a scale of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks he was leaving were in the precise shape of his handwriting. She would carry this home run for at least a hebdomad, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you have intercourse why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through teardrop, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the other butt cheek. When the solely reaction 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 across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the window, which she could barely see, and at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you uncase ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the occasional sniffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another smack, this one a bit more centered near her pussy, which caused her to heave so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this fourth dimension throwing in a little animus behind it. It hit her dead-center on her pussy, 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 grinning crossed his face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to look into her middle. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her solid body was shaking.

'' resolution me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her head. `` Wrong answer, '' he said, and laid a hand 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 time. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another smack. This clock time, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to pose out her ass, making it a larger object. `` Do n't ! arrest it ! ``

Another stinging smack !

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

flavor !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her hide and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a speedy motion-picture show ; the elastic waistcloth was sliced, which she felt make around her waist. He then took the rest by the hand and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The only matter that remained were her over-embellished blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be expert ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another SMACK came, but this metre he did n't pull his helping hand away. His hired hand came to rest on her et pussy, splashing her cleaning woman juice onto her branch and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

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

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

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

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

'' Please do n't bruise me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the finger back. He did, and they went bass inside her. She felt them trace her interior, tickling the spinal column wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep delight. While the fingers on the one hand were still inside her, his former script laid down a few Thomas More smooch on her ass ; she felt herself tighten up on his digit, 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 wrongfulness ... '' her vocalization trailed off as he pushed his finger's breadth deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscleman tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall of her slit 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 script in and out, pounding her snatch with nothing but his finger's breadth. `` Oh, God, no ! give up it ! arrest ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! dungeon scream, '' he ordered her. He pounded her slit faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her pussycat. She contracted tightly around his finger's breadth, but he still kept moving them. His digit massaged the squishy part at the battlefront of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, block off it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingerbreadth out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his rooster deep inside her. But there was one more thing he wanted to do. He removed his finger and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her plaything and pulled out a slightly outsized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her asshole ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' Guess where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks all-embracing and spat on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.

'' Oh fuck ! piece of ass ! '' she screamed out gimcrack as her son of a bitch stretched to need the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his fingerbreadth were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her interior soon felt like slop. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every clip he pushed in. Her wall contracted again as he fingered her tight pussycat and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' nooky ... Fuck fuck fuck fuck shtup ! screwing me ! '' Her soundbox tensed and the first orgasm came to her ! `` screwing ME ! shag ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her instant, one-third, one-fourth, fifth, sixth ! By the time the 7th rolled around, her vocalisation had failed her and she was lay in muteness. Her centre rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as waving after wave of orgasms consumed her unharmed eubstance. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her pussy, which was so sozzled at this point 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 pants and dropped them down to his stifle, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her pussy, and drove himself into her.

Her slit was so besotted around his cock, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a whole new look to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to taste 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 weapon system, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the super sore front line bulwark of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and Forth River against his turncock, which stretched her soused pussy out and pushed up on the back of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could secern when he was about to cum because he started to shudder and affect faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final exam thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, unenviable heart 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 often cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drip down out of her hole.

He put his script back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his touchwood into the pelt of her pussy before giving her clit one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

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

'' I already told you. I 've never had to bet to ten. '' He took the knife and cut the ropes tying her up. She relaxed her body as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to leave the way, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the highest 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 times one. '' And then, he was gone.

She lay in her bed alone for a long clock 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 sap to go shower bath off. She closed her eyes to catch up with her breath, and was out before she could count to ten .