It 's a warm Friday and I 'm driving around when I see this GORGEOUS adult female come out of a building. She's wearing a garden pink blouse and myopic black shirt. She has long hair and red, red lips. I ca n't tell, but I think she is, wearing a bra, but she looks expectant up top. Looking down, no hose, so she 's either wearing panties, or zero ! My putz stirs.

It 's quitting time for you. Just another Friday afternoon. You are looking forward to the weekend ; the kids are going to grammas tonight and maybe you can win over her to keep them one more than Nox and then you can take in the place to yourself ; just you and your b/f ! You get in you car and do n't notice the black truck that was driving by but has stopped now. You start up your car, turn on the music and air, and cause home forgetful to your surroundings.

I watch as you drive off and reckon, hmmm, VERY well dressed, overnice car, hmmm, she probably has a few Buck, or at least some expert stuff I could use ! ! I turn and follow you. Not too last, but close sufficiency to keep you in view.

You drive and drive listening to the music and finally get home. You hop out of your car and paseo inside. It 's been a long week ! All you want decent now is a drinkable and a bath ! But starting time, you have to take the minor to an over-nighter at grammas. You do n't find the black hand truck parked just down the street !

I watched as you got out of your car. Nice long legs, but still could recount about the panties - I thought I caught a glance of pitch blackness, but could n't be sure. I could wait.

The crapulence and bathtub would own to expect. It was late. You gathered the kids and get their stuff ready. It was 7 by the time you get them in the car. The black truck is gone.

Knowing where you live, I drive away, waiting for the cloak of darkness. I 've robbed a few lieu ; yours seems like no difference. But why you I think ? What made me beak you ? I ca n't bestow myself to thinking it, but deep down I know !

You dropped the kids off and stayed and visited a bit too long. It 's getting late ; it 's been a loooong week. It 's dour by the sentence you get home. You drive right by the blackamoor truck, but pay no notice of it. You go in your house, kick back off your shoes and mix yourself a drink, a TALL one. You take a few sips then go into your bedroom. `` bath clip '' you think to yourself. You undo the buttons of your garden pink blouse and let it devolve off your articulatio humeri. You undo the button of your wench and unzip the slide fastener ; the skirt drops to the base too. You stand in figurehead of the mirror admiring your body and thinking of the stories that guy has been sending you.

How lucky can a guy be ? You almost saw me when you entered your house and now, standing by your sleeping accommodation windowpane, watching you, I am treated to a comic strip show like NO former ! ! A gorgeous cleaning woman slipping sensuously out of her VERY sexy dress and standing before me in a VERY dainty black bra straining to keep those titty in check and a very tiny, INCREDIBLY sexy blackamoor g-string that hides only the most private of your private region. My cock is as strong as it has ever been. `` I 'll be taking your stuff pretty ma'am '', I think to myself, `` but maybe more too ! '' With your vertebral column to me, you undo your bra and let decline to the floor. You then uncase your G-string off and bend over to draw it past your knee and drop to the floor. I see that beautiful brown ass hole of yours and my hired man instinctively goes to my prick. `` Turn around '', I whisper to myself, `` turn around ! '' Almost like you could hear me, you turn and I can see you standing naked before me. You examine yourself in the mirror ; you touch and squeeze your breasts - the tit go hard. You run your hired man over your body and stretchability. Your hand touches your kitty ; it seems to mill around there longer than anywhere else. `` Are you hornlike '', I whisper to you. Of course you can not discover me, but instead add the other bridge player to your twat and looseness. I 'm stroking my cock in tune with you rubbing your cunt. Suddenly you stop. You take another foresighted drinking and finish it off. You leave the bedroom.

'' Geez, I have a great physical structure '', you think to yourself as you admire yourself in the mirror. After finally getting out of your clothes, you think about what b/f would do if he were there right now. You know what you 'd need him to do, and as you think that, your fingers have found your pussy and your white meat. You feel the wetness between your pegleg and the hardness of your nipples ; `` I am ONE SEXY WOMAN '', you think to yourself. You finish off your swallow ; it went down WAY too loose ! Naked, you walk out of your sleeping accommodation and mix yourself another drink ; a little more rum, a piddling less Pepsi this fourth dimension. Drink in hand, you walk to the bathroom and protrude running the urine. `` This is going to finger nice '', you think and you sip on your drink. As the body of water fill, you examine your white meat in the mirror again. You hold them and concern the nipples. They go hard ! `` Guys like that '', you think to yourself with a smirk. You take another farseeing sip from your drinking. You can just start to palpate the warming affect the rum is having on you. The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your puss - you like rum ! `` Did I lock the door when I came in ? '' you think to yourself. `` Would n't want that neighbour guy that 's always hitting on me to get along waltzing in here '', you smile to yourself. You finish off the deglutition and go to the door. You lock it and then rain buckets yourself one to a greater extent drink for the bathroom ; a little More of that warming rum and a bit of Pepsi Cola, then back to the tub. You test the water and pillow slip in ; it feels soooooooooo good as the weewee feeling and caresses every component part of your dead body it touches. potable in hand you get in ; the weewee envelopes you, your breasts float on the water system ; you take a sip, and then lay back and relax and let the water drain all the weekly tensity from your body.

What luck, I do n't have to jimmy the lock chamber or anything. She 's forgotten to engage the door ! I slip in. I hear water running and grinning. I start looking around the space ; a lot of nice stuff ! ! I start picking out the small most expensive looking things. `` Hmmm, no phone ! That 's convenient '', I think. I see your mobile phone sound lying on the table ; `` you wo n't be needing this '', as I add it to my loot. Suddenly I hear you walking toward the door. I quickly hide. I hear you lock the door and take the air back to the bathroom. I hear the water occlusive ; I wait a few minute of arc then proceed to cumulate the things I 've taken. I quickly adopt them to my truck. I come back in and get the TV and stereo ; the remote control drops to the trading floor ! !

You hear a thump ; it startles you a bit. `` Anyone there ? '' Then you realize how punch-drunk that was ; the kids are at grammas, and the b/f is at home - he would have yelled out if he had come over. You dismiss it and go back to the hot bathing tub water. You 've been wanting sex all day ; knowing that you wo n't be getting any boulder clay tomorrow is upsetting, but your fingers can fix that. You spread your legs and run your paw over your bosom and down further to your kitty. You play with the outer back talk and then the interior lips. You take a sip of rum and then sneak a finger inside yourself. Slowly you move the finger in and out ; the other helping hand comes down and softly massages your button. oblivious to anything that going on in your business firm, the rum, the water and your fingerbreadth have whisked you away to a place where you can enjoy yourself.

I pick up the remote and head outside. I 've taken all the stuff of yours I want ; I 'm at the crossroads now ! Do I pick out what I REALLY want ? I stand there thinking for only a sec ; the bulge in my pants decides for me. I re-enter your house and lock the room access. I find your bedroom ; your clothes are still on the floor. I pick them up ; you smell as effective as you look. I see the black bra that hide those glorious breast from me and kick back it across the room. That 's when I see you `` panties ''. There is nothing much there ! I pick them up ; they are still wet. I taste them ; mmmmmm. I KNOW I 've made the right decision. I look around the elbow room. I find your lingerie drawer. I pull out a few pairs of nylons ; I also find some pretty rap panties, `` I 'll necessitate these, too '', I think to myself. Now, my center beating hard, I just have to hold back. I stand behind the door. I can see down the hall. I hear damp auditory sensation coming from the can. I dismiss them as you washing yourself. I stand, waiting, in the shadow, my hands clenching your lingerie, my assistance to help me take something I REALLY want ! !

You 've made yourself cum. The compounding of rum and cumming has made you light headed. You quickly wash and rinse off. The smell of your sex permeates the bathroom. The mirror is all steamed up. You get out of the tub and dry off. You slip on the nightee that conveniently hangs on the claw in the bathroom. It is VERY soft and animal ; it makes you find even aphrodisiac. You think about calling up your b/f and having him come over. You finger have only added to the lust you 're feeling. You go to discover your mobile phone earpiece. You look everywhere, but the phone is on where to be found."Fuck it ! ”, you think,"his loss !"as you walk toward your bedroom.

I see you coming down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall ; with the ignitor out in the room I can see you through the whirl in the door. You enter the room.

You enter your bedroom."Hmm, the lights are out ; that's strange ! I thought I had …. ”, as you think this to yourself, you are suddenly grabbed and labor and shoved toward your bed.

I grab you and push you toward the bed. You fall face maiden onto the bed. Before you know what is going on, I take one nylon and quickly adhere your radiocarpal joint behind your back. I take another of your Black silk stocking and wrap and tie it around your eyes ! You go to squall ; I tie another nylon around your mouth. You struggle as I carefully get off you and piece you up. You try to give up, but I dodge your substructure and then I put you on the bed. With your legs flailing, I get on top of you to lay off your thrashing around. I take one ankle and tie a hosepipe around it and then around the bedpost.

"What the fuck is going on ; where has this prick come from ”, you think as I man handle you on the bed. You feel one leg being tie and pulled away from your body ! Then the other leg is pulled away from your soundbox at an almost 90 degree angle."This bastard is tying me down ; I have to get away !"You struggle with what speciality you have left to confuse me off you.

I just polish off tying your former leg when you push me off you. You try to sit up, but with your arms tied behind you, you can not. Quickly realizing this, I stand to overhear my breath.

You've thrown the pig off, but you can not move very much. You thrash about as sound you can ; not leave to take the post you have found yourself into. And to make matters worse, contrary to what your mind is thinking, your kitty-cat is telling another story ; you feel yourself getting wet.

I stand up and look at my prize ( almost ). You lie there in your red nightee JUST barely covering what will soon be mine. As you thrash about, the nightee slowly inches high-pitched."Yes, keep back struggling my beauty !"

Upon hearing that, you realize what is happening. Not only are you excited, you realize your assailant is excited AND your nightee must be covering very little. You stop immediately, but it's too late ! !

"Mmmmmmmm, bald ! ! courteous ! !"

"SHIT ”, you think to yourself,"why do I have to be soooo horny, and at this most inopportune prison term !"You can not see, but know that soon, very soon, this thug will hump you cock ; you're heading says this can not happen, but the residuum of you needs it to happen.

I've caught my hint. Just a bit more, and you'll HAVE to succumb to me. I carefully pull you up and cut the nylon binding your wrist joint. You try and wrestle me away. You are potent, but I have the advantage. You quickly tier. I take your mighty hand and tie one end of a nylon around it and then to the bedpost. I get off you to act to the other side of the bed to get the other arm.

He's been to warm for you - even in that brief here and now of exemption, he was able to operate you ; you HATE being controlled. Exhausted, you feel your right arm tied ; then he is gone ! ! !"My endure chance ”, you think and turn to try and untie the nylon around your right field wrist.

I smile as I see you trying to release yourself."I LOVE a girl with spunk ”, I say as I smile watching you. Just when I think YOU think you have a chance of getting exempt, I grab your left arm.

You groan as I take your left arm. You close chance for freedom is gone. You can not skin anymore, at least not for now ……….. and you're not sure you want to anymore.

The struggling has brought the nightee up to just above your waist. After tying your end appendage and now have you spread eagle before me, I stand up to admire you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined. You skin facial expression so soft, your legs so courteous ! I look at your shaved pussy and see just a diminutive drop of your wetness. I take the knife and cut the nightee at the rear end. I then take it in my two hands and slowly pull it up your consistency, over your chest and to the neck. With a jerk, I tear it there and confuse the material to the side. You knocker are now exposed ! !

You hear the watering and feel the dork. You hate this, but WANT it more. You know you are naked before him. You thrash your head back and Forth in a decrepit act of defiance. Suddenly he starts to touch you ; everywhere but just lightly at initiatory - everywhere, anywhere, he wants, he touches you, his fingers running gently over your skin. You feel the mollify breeze of your undefended window on your bare skin ! Your nipples are intemperate from his tactual sensation, but now are made even harder with the breeze ! Your stage are tingly, as are your munition ! He continues to lightly tinct you anywhere, gently exploring everywhere as your break nudeness starts to burn. He moves closer now - you know he wants you ; you know he is going to pack you ; you know this and you know you want him ! He touches and now starts kissing you everywhere - IF you could cause resisted, it is too late now ! Your body is giving away the fact you want this to befall, that you want him - you know HE knows this ! He continues to kiss and contact and sense your body !

I pause to take a crapulence of your drink."Should I ? ’, I think to myself. I pull out my knife,"scream and you won't like what happens !"I tell you as I cut the nylon gag and the ski binding that hold your arms. I offer you a drink too.

You drink it down, a big gulping, wanting more, but not rum ! ! He has you lie back as he continues to kiss you - your hands are pinned behind you - your breasts heaving, your nipple extremely severe from all the attention he has been paying them. He kisses your belly, he continues down your body - he kisses your right second joint and down your leg - he kisses to your toes and starts his way back up your intimate leg.

As I gets to your stifle, I see your desire, your want, for him is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the open window !

His lips, his glossa, brush over your outer lips - you rise to cope with his lips, but it is too late - he has continued to buss up over your venus mound and high. You can feel his hand following behind his kisses though - It is on your left inner thigh just inches from where his brim where just at ! He has now moved up and is kissing and sucking on your painfully aroused nipples - his helping hand motion closer ; you try and spread your legs even blanket than they already are- his hand is almost touching your wetness ; you rise to meet his hand trying to check you will get some respite from the desire.

"Not this sentence ”, I think to myself as my hired man just brushing over your erotic love spot, my fingers just graze your `` lip '' ! I steal a bit of your dew as it attaches itself to my fingertips

His mitt starts sliding down around your right inner thigh, down to your knee and gage up but now he has forced your legs further apart. Quickly, you feel yourself pulled down the bed a bit and your knee joint are up in the air !

His script is now kneading the rear of your thigh on their way to your butt. In the mean time, after kissing your tit and breasts and neck and munition and mentum and lips and impudence and neck and bosom and nipples, he is now kissing your soft belly all over, slowly working is way down, down to where your desire is spicy, but has not yet even been touched. Sometime during this sexual act, he himself has become au naturel and for the low gear clock time you can feel his peel against yours - his pectus wipe against your firmly nipples his nipple skin senses yours ! You feel his breathing spell - it 's hot, but cool on your spread, exposed wetness ! As his breath gets closer and you can almost find his tongue and lips on your totally exposed womanhood, you suddenly feel just how mad he is ! A driblet of `` him '' lands on your impertinence and a short time later another Din Land on your blue lip just as his tongue skin senses your womanly outer rim !

I have straddled you, my cock just inches from your mouth. My weaponry have moved between your stage pushing apart your thigh even more. Both bridge player are squeezing and pulling and rolling your ass cheeks ; one in each hand.

His strong script, which where kneading your bum, now move to overstretch those KO'd backtalk give - as his knife tactual sensation your interior lips, his `` head '' touches your partially open lip. His tongue goes deeper as his `` head '' slick between your opening lips. He continues going deeper both with his natural language and now his finger's breadth are probing too, but also his manhood is slipping deeper into your sassing - 2 then 4 then 6 fingers are entering you ! `` He '' is almost to your throat - his tongue is coated in your wetness and now he has moved up just a bit and found `` her '' - she was hiding at first-class honours degree, but now has come out from hiding ;

Your clit is red and swell and begging to be kissed ! My tongue feeling `` her '' and then my back talk envelop `` her ''. I start sucking on her, softly, drawing her out of her case even farther and as she is drawn out, my tongue is making ever so slight contact with her - it is flicking her and rubbing her just as she would be rubbed by my pubic ivory if `` he '' was in you ! My finger's breadth are pistoning in and out of you, coated in your `` agitation ''. You are groaning but they are muffled as my pecker is pistoning in and out of your lip and hitting the top of your throat - he is still not in all the way and the persuasion of him sliding down your throat adds to your desire. You do n't want it to check because it feels toooooo serious what my glossa and finger's breadth are doing between your legs ! The compounding of my tongue flicking your button and my lips sucking on her and `` me '' going in and out of your mouth, are too much for you ! You shudder and then go stiff as you cum all over my fingers ! ! I stop sucking on her and flicking and rubbing my clapper over her. My digit too have slowed their incessant ramming inside of you. I pull my cock out of your mouth and give you a chance to catch your hint. With your oculus closed and sweat on your forehead, you lie there spread-eagle. I get up and front down on you - your breasts still heaving your branch still spread full and she is glistening in your own wetness and I can still see your clit pulsating ever so slightly. Without warning, I quickly move between your legs and bang my swollen hard cock into your clear wetness - he slides in all the way as your centre open in surprise ! ! II cut the nylon holding your leg apart. I pull your legs apart even more and enter you to the hilt - my hands grab your shank and I drive him deeper into you. Now my pubic bone IS rubbing against her - she has not had sentence to hide. My hips gyrate in and out and around and around -you have not had time to find from just cumming. You feel the `` excitement '' building again ! I grind and drive myself into you - you cum again ! ! ! I pull him out - I am not ready to cum yet .